Lonely Souls

Independent, selective Dragon Age multimuse. Written by Fox. Follows from felandaristhorns.

[yelonelysouls]

Jay committed cruelties this morning by giving me powerful Sulahn emotions and I have nowhere to go with them

[yelonelysouls]

Dalish Sulahn does not actually cast using a staff. She still sings to use magic - and her focus is not a staff, but a lyre.

[yelonelysouls]

sb: What's your name?

Darcy: Darcelyn, but there are fireballs for people who call me that. Just Darcy.

sb: Do you have a surname?

Darcy:

Darcy: I mean, you can call me sir if you want

[yelonelysouls]

[otherwindow]

A desperate cleric slamming every healing spell so hard to bring someone back to life the ground is forced to grow plants and flowers around the body.

[otherwindow]

Decades later, guarded by a forest of roses and thorns, lies a corpse refusing to rot.

[thriftshop-faith]

Oh this hurts.

[felandaristhorns]

Chosen

The boy’s life settles into a pattern, a pattern in which he thrives.  His days begin early, before dawn: deliveries must begin early, or they’ll never be completed on time. The list from the night before is where he left it, careful notes in a careful hand, as he was taught. Orders, addresses, instructions! The boy moves swiftly through the silent store, gathering the requested items, making note of them in the store’s inventory list, bundling them up into packages. Labels. He organizes the packages by their location in the grand, sprawling city of Arlathan; he arranges them based on how far the couriers must travel to see them delivered. Only a year ago, he had been a mere courier, running deliveries along Arlathan’s upper east canopy… and now here he was, the shopkeeper’s assistant and apprentice, readying the day’s deliveries. Preparing the shop for business. Seeing the young couriers off with their packages as though he isn’t of an age with half of them, pretending for the space of a few hours that he is in fact an adult, in command of his own store. The illusion lasts until, of course, the shopkeeper himself arrives, bustling down the stairs from the apartments he sleeps in above the shop proper. And then the boy is once more nothing but an apprentice… for now. But someday, someday…

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[yelonelysouls]

“…didn’t know where else to go…” for sulahn

send “…didn’t know where else to go…” for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

The gatekeeper is beside themself, though few would see it - only the whitening of their knuckles as they clasp their hands together betrays them, and the fractional increase in their rate of breathing. It is punishment they fear: punishment for having allowed a stranger past the door to the safehouse, when it is their duty to slay those who enter uninvited.

“He navigated the wards,” the gatekeeper tells Sulahn, standing aside when she enters through the eluvian; their anxiety causes only the faintest of ripples in the Fade, quickly controlled, contained. “He did not force his way in; he-”

“You are not at fault, agent.” She brushes past them, opens the door... and uses every ounce of her training to mask her dismay. At his appearance. At the state he is in. At his presence. Her mind sparks to life. The agent has not identified him, by some miracle, or their fear would run far deeper. Nor has anyone else entered the safehouse in recent days: no one else has seen him.

She lets her concern show, then. Concern is safe enough. “He is a friend to our master.” Is. Was. Who else could unravel Dirthamen’s wards but one who knows how he weaves them? “You were right to admit him. Leave us.”

The agent’s relief is heavy on the air as they retreat to the eluvian room, closing the door at their back... and Sulahn turns to attend to her guest.

Dirthamen wouldn’t want him to die.

“You were mad to come here,” she says... but her voice is not that of a threatening adversary, but perhaps more of a scolding mother. A wave of one hand, and the fire in the hearth grows; he is shivering, and a chill grows in her own heart. “And I’m mad not to cast you back out. What happened to you?”

@theharellan

[yelonelysouls]

📂 gimme Tabris hcs. as many as you want

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have (Always accepting)

She names her mabari hound “Teacake.”

She was named for her mother, Adaia - and she takes after her in many ways, including temperament. If anything, Tabris is less patient than her mother. In arranging her marriage with Nelaros, her father hoped he was giving her someone who would gentle her as he gentled her mother. Tragically, he was; Tabris was eager to be married, and more than willing to settle into married life. Her inclination toward violence during the Blight (and to a lesser extent after it) has as much to do with her anger at having that life stolen from her as anything else.

She never learned to swim, and has an aversion to water as a result. She isn’t interested in learning. 

She is, perhaps surprisingly, good at sewing - she does a lot of mending during her downtime, as she finds it soothing. She also enjoys cooking, though she’s less skilled at that, despite her father’s best efforts.

Cannot sing. This does not stop her from trying. Zevran has learned to deal with it during their years together, and has even found it in his heart to find it charming.

Shortly after the Blight ended, she started collecting pressed flowers. She keeps them in a book.

Family and very close friends are allowed to call her “Addy.”

[daxambcrn]

send “…didn’t know where else to go…”

for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

[yelonelysouls]

Reminder that Inquisitor Zsofika "Team Mom" Lavellan and Warden-Commander Adelaïde "I murdered my way into this mess and I'll murder my way back out of it" Tabris are also on this blog; they just don't have profiles yet.

[buckykingofmemes]

oh, i’ll do it, but im gonna complain loudly about it the whole time

[yelonelysouls]

Neirin never actually went through his Harrowing - he would have been tested shortly after reaching his new Circle tower, but the Blight interfered, and he’s been a fugitive and an apostate ever since.

Darcy, on the other hand, has been through their Harrowing, but remains afraid of demonic possession, and is wary of demons as a result. (And is wary of Cole, as a further result.)

[rpxmusings]

      and as the world comes to an end       i’ll be here to hold your hand   —

                                       ‘CAUSE YOU’RE MY KING AND I’M YOUR LIONHEART. 

[sagamemes]

ballroom dialogue prompts.     below, you can find dialogue taken from ballroom scenes or scenes revolving around the topic from period dramas, for all your fancy dress and intimacy needs. as not all of these are specifically about dancing, i would recommend adding to the end a note that this is the sentence meme you’re sending it for!

❝  is this what you [origin/nationality/family] call dancing?  ❞

❝  then i will introduce you to some pretty young noblemen instead.  ❞

❝  allow him his fancy.  ❞

❝  but no warfare tonight, i trust.  ❞

❝  oh, dear me, i’m no dancer, let me find a better partner for you.  ❞

❝  i can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance.  ❞

❝  will you please come and set an example for your companions?  ❞

❝  would you take a drink with me?  ❞

❝  i may not be [name], but may i dance with you?  ❞

❝  may i have a waltz?  ❞

❝  have some more wine, my wine.  ❞

❝  take a dance in the garden, my garden.  ❞

❝  the pretty young noblewomen of [place/family] would delight to have you paw at them.  ❞

❝  but if i were to become a woman with half your grace and beauty, [name]… i would be proud and happy.  ❞

❝  you look… as lovely as ever, [name].  ❞

❝  it’s a relaxation to dance with you, [name].  ❞

❝  i’ll save you the third dance just because it’s your first ball.  ❞

❝  he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well.  ❞

❝  the whole party is here to help my father prepare for the party.  ❞

❝  you and your idiot matchmaking.  ❞

❝  you have shown yourself to be a fine dancer, despite all your protests.  ❞

❝  do you not dance, mr. [name]?  ❞

❝  though i am an old married man, i would enjoy dancing with [you/name].  ❞

❝  will you stay for the [name/celebration] ball, [name]?  ❞

❝  oh, isn’t this room just like a fairyland?  ❞

❝  tonight is for celebrations.  ❞

❝  how do you like my hair?  i did it myself.  ❞

❝  oh, i had the most wonderful time!  it was out of a dream—  ❞

❝  where do you want to be taken?  ❞

❝  if i may have the pleasure, will you join me in a [dance]?  ❞

❝  she hates us both. hardly a reason for courtship, surely.  ❞

❝  you fear for the constancy of your lover’s affections?  ❞

❝  put on your best finery, [name]. your most beautiful dress. you’re coming with me.  ❞

❝  it’s the last dance.  ❞

❝  there is a response to such an insult. but it would not be appropriate here.  ❞

❝  if i may be so bold, i would ask for your advice.  ❞

❝  i would dance with you, if you will ask me.  ❞

❝  sprezzatura. i have heard it means ‘ the effortless display of grace ’.  ❞

❝  i see no evidence of sprezzatura.  ❞

❝  i care nothing for your pretty young noblewomen.  ❞

❝  if you will be my partner, [name].  ❞

❝  it would not be improper for us to dance.  ❞

❝  [name] told me she does not mean to dance this evening, but i do see a young lady whom i should like to see dancing.  ❞

❝  i dare say, but if i’m not to dance with you, i’m getting out of this operetta and going home.  ❞

❝  i come with some admirable qualities.  ❞

❝  [name] looks quite entrancing, does she not?  ❞

[yelonelysouls]

Sulahn: Titles

Sulahn’s specific rank and title are a matter of no little debate in certain circles in Elvhenan society. She is of inordinately high rank: she is of course not of the Evanuris, yet she stands above the average noble. Where most of the gods’ highest-ranking servants are of military ranks, she is not. Where most of the gods’ right hands serve as their champions, Sulahn does not.

She is herself, she is an anomaly in society.

Many call her “Lady Sulahn,” though this honorific is technically beneath her, marking her as merely a woman of high birth. Some call her “Commander,” though this is also inaccurate (that title more accurately belongs to Mi’Enasalin, who commands Dirthamen’s assassins, the closest he has to a military order). 

Some call her “the Raven’s Songbird,” which she enjoys. Others have less flattering names for her, with less charming implications.

Those who know her mind simply call her Sulahn, no titles necessary.

[yelonelysouls]

benedictioluna​:

“Aneth ara, Falon-” She greets in turn, her steely eyes soon coming to rest upon the stranger, the utter kindness within them radiating despite the hesitance in her steps and discomfort of being so far away from where they considered HOME.

“Far? From the other end of the mountains-” And what a TREACHEROUS trek it had been; fraught with all variety of obstacles of which had tested her - but she had arrived feeling stronger and perhaps more prepared. “…My clan reside there, largely in secrecy.”  A breath was released as she sighed, leaning softly against a tree; “…They send me with hopes of seeking a… fix. To all of this madness.”

Few are the elves who will greet a human as falon, but then, fewer still are the humans who will greet an elf in their own language: Kuja counts this as a mutual pleasant surprise, then, and offers the stranger a small smile as he closes the book in his lap. From the other side of the mountains? He and his brother had crossed those mountains themselves to reach Skyhold and the Inquisition - it was no easy journey, particularly not alone.

“Madness is the word for it,” he agrees, green eyes flicking skyward, where the Breach once roiled in the sky. “Ancient magisters, archdemons, Orlesian conspiracies. The Inquisitor does what she can… but any help is appreciated.” He pats the fallen log upon which he sits. “You’ve crossed a mountain. Rest a moment. I am Kuja - my older brother is a mage. He came to help the Inquisition, and I… well. I followed.”

@benedictioluna​