a roleplay blog by sage

That laugh. It was sweeter than any song a bird could chirp. He wanted to hear it for the rest of his life. "And I love you, jorrāeliarzy." His words are mumbled into her inner thigh as he peppers kisses across the skin. Strong hands slide up her legs, gripping gently to part her legs further for him. He smirked and placed a teasing kiss at her hip bone. Her moans spurned him on and he hummed as his tongue moved flat against her for a teasing drag.

She watches him a bit surprised to see him so desperate for her. The growl in his voice shows the way he wants her. His touch his desperate his movements precise. He knows what he's doing and she is just left breathless and amazed. She would have never guessed this was what sex was. She never would have imagined having pleasure they had only just started she already felt so good.

Since being found, Javi isn't sure what to make of the others. He knows he shouldn't have come back, but short of trying to run again, he doesn't know what to do about it. Last time he was around these people, they were trying to kill his brother. How is he supposed to just talk to them now? And with what he's seen...he's not even sure he could answer their questions if he tried.

Everyone was staring at Javier, trying to figure out where he was. No one had seen him in months they all assumed he was dead. Now they wanted to know where he was and what he had done for food and shelter. No one wanted to ask though all too afraid to say the wrong thing. Travis was happy to have his brother back no one wanted to ruin that for him.

Still, someone had to talk to him and for some reason Aphrodite had been the one. She sits down next to him twiddling her thumbs trying to figure out what to say. Then he spoke and she was left speechless. "I umm...." Her brows wrinkle and she opens her mouth but nothing comes out. She looks to the other for guidance but the just nod at her to keep going.

HASNT SHE HEARD A SAYING ABOUT JUNK AND TREASURE BEFORE? Belavahnis has seen enough to know that beauty is often in the eyes of the beholder, treasured by one and ignored by many. There are many little trinkets they have found on their journeys through the waking world that she has collected as her own that some may write off as things to be discarded. (But they treasure their trinkets of little stones and soft fabric scraps and the tether they create when the world seems dark and scary.)

She is already a jump and a skip ahead, fingers tapping lightly at the carved wood of her staff to hold off the urge to fidget and poke at every new thing they see, to know the stories kept inside them and the history they have seen. They had promised Bellara to be on their best lookout for any artifacts the Veil Jumpers would need to be aware of, old magic tingling gently on their senses, but so far, all has been quiet.

“All you need to do is ask it nicely. Some will open when the right person comes along. Others need a little, persuading.” Of the small and pointy metal variety, a skill gratefully picked up from Varric once the need to hide their nature had come forth. Out of worry, they had said. (More to hide them from the Templars still lurking about, the Chantry worshippers who see her kind as Demons to be chained.)

"Maker-" Rook is fast to drop down only to hear the familiar crackling of electricity. It misses her barely but she ends up being just fine. When she knows it's over she gets up dusting off the front of her Shadow Dragon robes. She picks her staff up and makes her way over. She reaches out holding out a hand for her to take.

Once they're both up and fine she smiles. "Alright now lets see what we've got." She walks back over and looks at the contents of the chest. "Alright, we have 32 gold and a staff that I think the professor would like. Nothing all that exciting oh- oh and an urn? I think that's an urn." She still puts it all away figuring they can sell it for something that matters if it's not anything Bellara needs.

"That is very kind of you to say," Steffon says with a smile. He remembers her eyes they had the same eyes and the same smile. He wanted more than anything to see her again. Since he couldn't do that he would see the man who killed her dead. He'd put it on the back burner for so long thinking of love only he really should focus on it again. His mother deserved to see the man who killed her dead she deserved justice.

Solas didn't mean to be wandering. He had a mission and he had to stay focused on that, but yet, his heart was always leading him towards those he cared about the most. He didn't want to do this --- to be the Dread Wolf again. He would rather be content, staying as Solas by Inquisitor Lavellan's side, but he had a duty to uphold. He owed it to all those he lost, and for those he could still save. Which is why he had to accept that watching her through her dreams would be enough, disappearing when she reached out towards him.

And yet, it only made the regrets grow in him more. No one would understand the battle within him...all except for one: Cole. Searching for his friend, he couldn't help but speak the words, listening as Cole offered his compassion. "I would like to, more than anything, but you know why I can't, Cole. She is a kind woman. She doesn't deserve this pain. It's why I promised to keep my distance but..." it was a struggle, even for him. "I have to make things right. I have to fix this world. Even if it makes me her enemy, I have to do this, for her."

Lysandra stands a little taller when her brothers praises her, pleased with herself. He is a renowned warrior and has the respect of all men in the city watch - there is no one better to teach her how to fight than him. It is perhaps why she refuses to listen to anything Cole says, because her brother knows better. Under different circumstances, Lyssa isn't necessarily someone who takes orders and advice too well, depending on who offers it, but when Harwin corrects her posture, she easily adjust her stance and arm according to what he tells her to do.

feel free to adjust as needed. please read with caution.

‘ it’s practically a holiday! ’

‘ stop worrying. ’

‘ puncture wounds never bleed long. ’

‘ i was trying for respectful yet celebratory. ’

‘ always an honor to be of service. ’

‘ it’s a new law. ’

‘ you all right? you just went white as a sheet. ’

‘ i saw a snake! ’

‘ did she kill her? ’

‘ don’t cry. ’

‘ nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping. ’

‘ you can kiss my ass & then keep on walking. ’

‘ my friends call me [name]; i hope you will too! ’

‘ no one would know better than i. ’

‘ if it was me, anything you could do to make me feel like you cared about me would go a long way. ’

‘ tastes like bedtime. ’

‘ you look like you shouldn’t be here. ’

‘ ah, a rebel. ’

‘ i do my best to take care of you. ’

‘ they never found out who did it. ’

‘ i might need him. ’

‘ own it. ’

‘ would you care to meet a few of my neighbors? ’

‘ i brought along a friend of mine today. ’

‘ that snake was a particular friend of mine. ’

‘ polka dots always make me feel happy. ’

‘ after i heard you sing, i couldn’t keep away. ’

‘ you’re not allowed in there. ’

‘ i’ve got a good feeling about this one. ’

‘ i have a great many things to learn. ’

‘ none of them trust me. ’

‘ are those sandwiches for anybody? ’

‘ now it’s like a picnic. ’

‘ i was thinking it might be a good idea for you to sing again. ’