Kaaras-Adaar

Hello and welcome to my blog! I have revamped Kaaras’ blog and moved him over to @kaaras-adaar​ where you can find him. Thank you everyone who has written with me here and stayed with me for the journey. Don’t worry, Kaaras isn’t gone! He has merely moved to a primary blog and is no longer a sideblog (yay!). If you are interested in following and writing with us, please follow his new blog @kaaras-adaar​ <3 Thank you and we will hopefully see you there! :D

I'm trying to weigh out the pros and cons and the only cons are sentimental value (which I'd still be keeping this blog as an archive anyway), the amount of activity on here, love and passion over the years that I've put here, and the fact that I don't have to switch back and forth between personal and RP blogs on mobile, my inability to cope with change >.< A slow and tedious process of rebloging all the content I'd wish to carry over.

The pros are mutuals don't have to try and work out if I'm still following them or not, IC asks and comments not having to be from a sideblog, a CLEAN blog that I can retag and not have to worry about finding old, cringy content, a refreshed start away from old headcanons that may contradict later posts due to development, the fact that there's a whole lot of blocked content due to pre Tumblr ban on this blog that won't carry over to the new one, no weird gaps, active blogs following me not 700 dead ones.

Unfortunately, Xenia’s experience with the qunari was… a complicated one. She’s usually not one to have prejudices on anyone based on appearances, race, or even a single interaction. But since her fight with the Arishok – well, it’s safe to say that it left a certain view on the qunari. One that brought a type of hesitance that freezes her. 

Meeting the Inquisitor, however, was a pleasant surprise and change. Not at all what she had expected. There was something ironic about a seemingly menacing guy who’s gentle every other way. A ‘ gentle giant ’, she nicknamed him. It makes her laugh every time without fail. 

She only meant to find the Inquisitor to update him on the Wardens’ whereabouts. When she found him, however, she was welcomed with the most beautiful sight she’d never thought she could witness. A pair of GLISTENING BUNS that sat perfectly atop the water. Droplets of water cascaded down between the cracks – Maker have mercy on her soul. Had she not been so distracted by his bare ass, she would’ve had the decency to give the man his space and come back later. She totally wasn’t checking him out. 

The corner of her lips curled to a wide smirk, chuckling quietly to herself. Only a few more seconds, she thought. Oh, she was TOTALLY checking him out.

“ Now THAT’S a nice ass, Inquisitor ! ” Xenia rested her hands on her hips and whistled. Her smirk quickly grew to a grin. “ How do you manage to keep it ALL in your trousers ?! ”

If Kaaras had known that he wouldn’t be alone for this private moment, he wouldn’t have lingered. Already, the qunari was a private individual when it came to things such as nudity, but to be so exposed before the Champion of Kirkwall? He could have let one of those awful rifts swallow him whole and he wouldn’t have cared!

Instantly, his cheeks bloomed red as he heard the voice of Xenia, long ears flicking down in shock. Of course, the water did not cover as much as he’d liked, and her comment was sure to make his blush spread from cheeks to ears, and even down his throat. Curse his pale, grey skin! And curse him for being so easily flustered! 

His back went straight and his muscles tensed as he turned over his shoulder, a noise of surprise escaping his lips in an undignified manner. It was definitely a yelp, and he quickly closed his mouth the moment he erupted.

“Xenia... I... I didn’t--realise that I wasn’t alone.” His hands idly covered where his front may be exposed from the water, unfortunately, with his hands there, he had nothing else to cover his rather voluptuous backside--the part that Hawke was oogling of course. Maker’s breath... he could have died! 

Kaaras suddenly became aware of just how much of a backside he had, looking down past the soft cushioning of his hips. Yes, how indeed did he fit all of that in his trousers? The trousers that were neatly folded on the rocks by the shore, which he desperately wished he were wearing now.

Clearing his throat, he tried not to look like a deer caught in the spotlight. Unfortunately, Kaaras had never been exceptional at hiding how flustered he was. 

 ~    Solas’s eyes followed Kaaras’s as he stared down at his glowing hand. Ah – that was why he asked. A sense of guilt overcomes him. He was the cause of the Anchor being bestowed up the Inquisitor, and the cause of his eventual death. Solas had not told him, but he was certain the mark would eventually take his life; it was too much power for a mortal body to contain. Had he not been there to stablaize it with wards early on, the qunari would have died in Haven’s prison. But that magic would only temporarily last, no matter how many times he restored it. ~

  ~   “ …There is no point in worrying about the inevietable, ” the elf replied after a few moments. “ Do not spend you life wondering when the end will come – focus on the good you can do while alive. You do not know that Corypheus will kill you when you face him. ” ~

That was true. Kaaras had faced Corypheus head on twice (although he could only recall the once since his memories of the Conclave had been stolen from him). Yet, both times, he had come out alive, and miraculously in one piece. Either the Maker truly did smile down upon him, or he was simply the luckiest man in Thedas. Kaaras just thought he happened to be in the right place at the right time--although that depended on how one looked at it. 

His fingers flexed before he let his hand relax against his knee once more. His eyes turned back to the elf, the man who had been by his side when all of this had started. He looked up to Solas, in truth. He had been a guide in many ways, and certainly the only person that could give him any information on this Anchor, even if Solas, too, was just making educated guesses. 

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟    Kaaras wasn’t the only one who felt a surge of disappoint when the credits of the movie began to roll. He idly stared at them as his mind spun amidst his own thoughts. Was this to be there last night together? That seemed to have been the initial plan when they had sorted out their journey, but…did they truly have a time limit? He replayed the Glacian’s terms over and over in his head, yet, she had not said anything regarding whether Kaaras’ visit should be contained to one night or even twenty. Not that they would risk such a thing, of course, though… 

“Stay,” he said quietly, almost too soft to be heard. “Stay here,” he stated again, just a touch louder. His eyes drifted to the hand that rested on his thigh. It would be so much easier for them to merely part way again, come tomorrow, to lessen whatever pain he might feel from the Inquisitor’s departure. He couldn’t bare to think about that possibility just yet, however. 

“Just another night or two.” Finally turning his head, he looked to Kaaras with what was possibly one of the most hopeful expressions he could give. He wouldn’t beg; no, he was still too proud a man for that, but this was nearly equivalent to that for Ravus. 

“Please. Thedas can wait a while longer. What harm could there be in you remaining here, at least until the week’s end? Everything will still be as it was when you return.” That was only two day, but still… that was two more days that he might be given to be with Kaaras before potentially never being able to see him again. 

I don’t want you to leave, he thought to himself, but he didn’t speak it aloud. That degree of vulnerability was something he still couldn’t come to terms with.   

“Besides, we will need to watch the sequels to the movie, now.” Sure, that was fantastic logic.          

The words stung like ice to his heart. He wanted to. He wanted to stay so desperately, but he knew the world was against them. Both Thedas and Eos. He did not belong here... Thedas needed him right now, otherwise he may have considered it for a moment. But right now, it just hurt to hear that plea, the way Ravus’ voice sounded so desperate to have him here. 

Kaaras felt his heart fall down to his bowels, making him feel queasy after the perfect night they had shared. A breath left his lips, his ears twitching back ever so slightly. Just a night or two... Who in Skyhold would miss him? Would they even notice? Of course they would. Kaaras’ presence was all around the fortress, if not for him checking in with his companions and making sure everything was up to par, then it was his presence as Inquisitor.

But if the woman who had gotten him here in the first place could really use time magic, then would they truly notice? Surely not. 

“I...” He looked at Ravus’ eyes, so gentle. “For you, I shall. For a little while longer, if I can.” He moved his hand to Ravus’ cheek, letting it linger there for a moment whilst they were so close, but he soon realised that perhaps it was a bold move, and he lowered it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. Being here is just...” He moved back, placing his hands into his lap as he averted Ravus’ multicoloured eyes. “I’m so overwhelmed, Ravus. I don’t know if it’s the excitement of this place, being in an entirely different world, or if it’s being beside you like this, feeling you so close to me. I admit I’ve become so fond of your company, and it feels so cruel to tell you this now, when we have to part ways.”

ON A SCALE OF 1 TO 10, HOW INTIMIDATING AM I? || accepting 

I'd say 7-8 at first, because I'm just easily intimidated. Now? I'd say 1, for multiple reasons.

"agshdhdjejllhlyöäyegwcauw💞👉👉👉"

Summarizes it pretty well.

ON A SCALE OF 1 TO 10, HOW INTIMIDATING AM I? || accepting