BURNING DRAGON FIRE ♔

I AM A CREATURE OF GRIEF AND DUST AND BITTER LONGINGS. THERE IS AN EMPTY PLACE WITHIN ME WHERE MY HEART WAS ONCE.

My apology but simply cant work more with this one - I have a lot to finish up in a reasonable time on my plate so hope you still can treasure this as a little gift for you theguardiian !

﴾ ➼ ﴿ When his advisors had spoken of ‘extending the Inquisition’s reach’ by garnering new agents, the archer could not imagine they knew just who would be offering their aid. That was months ago, whilst the budding organization was still struggling for a foothold during its time at Haven. Now, Haven was gone, and with the acquisition of Skyhold, Cyrran had accepted the mantle of Inquisitor. Such events had only gained more attention, and with it, more people rushing to the mountain fortress to offer arms. 

Yet one who proclaimed herself as a dragon? 

Cyrran had been gone when she first arrived, but the messages delivered by Leliana’s crows were telling enough. He arrived to Skyhold prepared to meet the mysterious elf, wary of whatever would come of the interaction. 

It did not take long to find her.

Body worn from weeks of travel, the Inquisitor had spared no time to change out of his armor when he sought her out. Locking his hands behind his back, he straightened and bowed his head after stopping behind the woman. Leliana’s description of her was, naturally, on point.

          ❝ Inquisitor. ❞

          Varewyn mirrored the gesture, her body bowing gently, yet unusual eyes never quite left Cyrran’s face. She had waited with such anticipation to meet the one heralded as the SAVIOR of the world. She had witnessed so many heroes come and go ; and despite her usual cynical nature, she could not help but quietly hope for their victories.

          ❝ It truly is no problem, and there is no need for apologies. If anyone should say sorry it is I, considering I dropped in rather unannounced. ❞ Serpentine eyes swept over the elf before her, her head tilting in curiosity. His EXHAUSTION did not escape her ; his desire to meet her so readily would typically bring amusement to the Dragon, but on this occasion she could not stop the frown forming on her darkened lips.

          ❝ You are quite the busy man. You should change, relax for a moment. I assure you I am not going anywhere. ❞

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❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual. 

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

Arianne Martell, A Feast For Crows. (via

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