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stellaluminis:

                      Nimia Surana is no stranger to guilt ; it has eaten away at her with every footstep since leaving Kinloch Hold,  every detail of every moment painted on her eyelids when she sleeps at night.  But none of that has prepared her for seeing Jowan’s face on the amulet she holds in her hands,  smiling in a way she feels she hasn’t seen in a lifetime.  From the look of Yevralan’s face,  he sees the same with Tamlen.

           ❝ Some sort of magic ; I couldn’t tell you what kind, ❞  she answers with a whisper.  She knows that is not the answer he’s looking for.  ❝ Is it meant to comfort us?  To remind us how we got here?  I wish I had an explanation for  anything  in that temple. ❞  She does wonder how he has reacted to the things they saw there,  the Maker’s presence so very  undeniable  to a girl who believes with her whole heart.  But that is not a question to be asked now.

                 Without warning,  Nimia holds the amulet out over the fire,  lets flames dance around her hand without flinching.  ❝ Maybe I should just destroy it. ❞

                       not many know the tales of yevralan’s adventures with the ill fated tamlen; how they snuck passed ferelden guard and stole from orlesian nobles and found themselves in situations more than sticky. that through the years they were always together --- there was no yevralan without a tamlen by his side, and here sits the warden, staring with glassy eyes into the amulet where he sees only his face. he is alone, there is no weight next to him such as there always had been. it was hard to cope with the pain of it.

                           he continues to stare at the reflection as she speaks, not once does his gaze lift to meet hers. he misses those eyes, he misses that smile... it was wrong for him not to be there, it was wrong for that damned temple to play with him like that, it was wrong for it to play with either of them, and yet here they are. broken and bloody and bruise and aching for any kind of love from those they had lost. he watches her hold the amulet in the fire, a fascination for how she does it without burning, but he stares back down at the haunting smile instead, ‘maybe it can remind us why we’re out here... who we’re fighting for, you know? i don’t know...’

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                    Nimia sits so close to the campfire that it would be  dangerous  for any normal person.  But the flames do not jump at her or burn her feet and so she is free to stare at the amulet in her hands almost  hungrily.  The flames’ light catch a faint reflection,  and her heart drops through her chest  –  it’s  HIM.  The same boy she’d betrayed  ( and he’d betrayed her,  too,  never forget that )  only to set him free and later be faced with a spirit carrying his face.  He’s reflected here,  too,  on the back of an amulet she shouldn’t keep,  and the sight has her silently  CRYING.  

      She doesn’t know how long it is until footsteps sound beside her and someone sits  –  Yevralan.  Nimia looks to him with watery blue eyes and tear-stained cheeks that she does not even bother to hide ; he’d gone through just as much of a mess as she had in the Temple.  If anyone will understand,  it’s him,  and she does not have the strength to hold herself together.

                     ❝ Does yours have a reflection on the back,  too? ❞  she asks quietly,  still sniffling.  ❝ Hold it by the fire ; I nearly missed it,  at first. ❞

                       anger burns at the skin, it bubbles dangerously with the sadness thats woven it’s way to his core, the one that’s been there from the beginning. it was his fault, all of it -- maybe if he had been faster he would not have lost a love and maybe this blight never would’ve started to begin with. he hadn’t looked at the amulet, the more he stared the more tears threatened to spill over. instead it is held firmly in hand, a white knuckle grip that threatens to crush it between his fingers as he can’t get the image of a boy he once loved out of his head. he remembered little of the dalish, little of the home he once knew... he only remembered tamlen, he only ever remembered tamlen.

                         his feet are heavy against the ground, if anything he needs nimia but he will never really say it. dumping himself on he ground across from her and pulling knees to his chest before she speaks, ‘what?’ he asks bluntly, looking at how she holds the amulet in hand then to his held in hand, ‘i don’t.... i don’t know,’ is murmured as it is lifted as close to the fire as his hands will let him without burning, and soon enough he is staring, ‘it does... why do you think it does that?’

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  eyes open the moment sunlight hit his features ( though, they closed tightly right after ), making him cringe before shifting just enough so that he could move away form the assaulting rays. already with a headache from last night’s festivities, Zahir never realized how much of a light weight he could be until one drink was already putting him on the verge of sways to his steps. suppose the pressure in his forehead was another reason to never touch alcohol again. he can agree readily to that idea, since he could not really feel his left arm. 

  now that was odd. he tried to pull weakly upon it with a small whine in the back of his throat so that he could rub his eyes, but it was no use. still tired, he gave up that pursuit easily and merely rolled towards it instead of pulling away. of course that made him hit up against Yev, but he was warm anyway. a calming sensation in a morning with a dead arm. “ — you’re on my arm,” Zahir murmured with his head against the other’s bicep. any thought as to why he was in Yev’s bed was rather far from his mind at this moment. why dwell on what happened, even if he will be quite sore all over his body? / @wardenhero . gay

                        how the night panned out; a victory while the sun still shined, dragon slain, old gods brought to their knees and an entire night to celebrate. contrary to popular belief yevralan was never fond of parties such as this, not since becoming an icon to a broken nation anyway. it was too crowded - it buzzed too loudly in his ears and too many people tried to talk to the elf at once --- and in turn he was never interested in talking to them back. thus instead of finding solace in the company around him, he drinks instead; a table in a dark corner with the more quiet herald. CURIOUS, really, no one had managed to bring the trouble out of the warden much like he did, perhaps it was the alcohol --- but he thinks it must mean something.

                         one arm lay draped over his face when the sun found its way through haphazardly pulled curtains, he was a heavy sleeper, yes, but it was hard to sleep knowing someone lay with you for the first time in years. his heart had thumped nervously in his chest whenever the other shifted --- the encounter was not new... though it felt it, and he had panicked before, but with the voice cutting through the silence yevralan simply sighs, ‘you’re absolutely right,’ he teases, a sly smile and a exhausted, short lived laugh passes over parted lips as he moves himself so the other could retract their arm (admittedly it was in a spot that twisted his back in a way it shouldn’t) and rolling onto his side to face him, ‘have fun last night?’

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If I’m being honest I didn’t really think I’d reach the amount of followers that I have now. Especially because I haven’t played any of the DA games in a long time. BUT here you guys are and I can’t express enough about how happy I am to be able to RP with such awesome and creative people! You all are wonderful people and deserve so much! So to thank you all here is a list of the people that I adore. Not in any particular order :)

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@wardenhero: Okay, but like Andromeda is a beautiful human okay???? She’s an amazing person and deserves sm! kdgsd she’s an awesome writer and tbh inspires me to write as well.  @isene: Another beautiful hooman! She is genuinely the sweetest mun ever! like???? she’s helped me a lot and I can’t thank her enough for that! @samahll: We’ve only interacted a few times but their writing style is like???? teach me your ways pls. @fatherly: OKAY WE ONLY STARTED TALKING LAST NIGHT LMAO BUT LIKE THEY HIT ME IN THEY FEELS WITH THIS DISTANT FAMILY SHIT OKAY????? And their writing is also A++++++++ material. @venandc: We rp more on my Geldauran account but honestly our interactions are maily based around hurting each other with our muses and i love it oml xD People I adore from afar: @leoaegis, @willbeshot, @hemorrhaging, @sensehurt, @thesxmmersword, @atonings, @adahlan, @vindictan, @diiscordare, @lanaliin, @avvarspride, @dalishflame, @atishabanalras, @dereliict, @wulffsbane, @ashabellenar, @necrmancer, @magicbound, @unityhawkk, @drecdwolf, @toprotectandscrve, @herofate, @arsuledin, @warhawkk, @youriinquisitorialness, @disciplinebreached, @swcrdiisms, @avoiceofcompassion, 

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siimplewolf:

“I’m sorry for threatening your life several times. It won’t happen again. Take care of my sister.”

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                      ‘and here’s me thinking I’M the one with no tact; at least i don’t threaten people. apology accepted; you know i would die for that girl,’

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How does it feel knowing you let her slip through your fingers?

                       his whole body grows tense as the question repeats itself over and over again within the warden’s THICK SKULL. they were right, of course, HOW COULD HE? she was more beautiful than any woman he had ever laid his eyes on, she was soft, and she was KIND to him. everything the boy could have dreamed AND MORE, how he desperately wanted to find solace against her lips and drag callosed fingers through dark hair, to hear his name on her lips in the dark when she needed someone. how he wished to be everything she could ever want in life, to make her smile and make her happy in a life full of void darkness. how he dreamed to be those things to her, and yet still he remained with a witch built from ill-intentions…. how could he think he was HAPPY with her? she abandoned him and took his child — what kind of happiness is that?

                         yevralan is angry, the bitter taste of regret is all he feels when he watches her, sees her happy and without him. he wants to be there with her, he wants to know what it feels like to have his hand in hers… but he knows she won’t take him, not after the blight. they loved each other; the warden isn’t blind to that. but he still threw her heart away anyway; IDIOT. fingers curl into balled fists and his brow knits in fury — it had been ten years, and he still has not let her go. the LOVE OF HIS LIFE and he knows she will never be his. he knows he needs to move on. fists collide with the table he is sitting at, the things left on it jumping inches into the air as he pushes himself away from the table.

                              IF ONLY HE WASN’T SUCH A FOOL.

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