#ancientbound

The cave came down around them with a thunderous applause. He dragged Vela backwards as the rest of their part ran forward.

(she’s quick, but the stone would’ve crushed her. crushed her and won.)

He’d taken a hearty knock to the head, and Bull was already seeing double. Luckily however on the other side of the stones they could hear that most likely their companions were fine, and they were going to try and back track to help them.

Bull hates the Deep Roads.

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The Inquisitor was a hard woman- - the steel to her spine and behind her eyes running straight to her core. She was commanding- in command- and she did it well. ( Blackwall was not complaining, not in the least. He was quite good at following orders, you know. Unfortunately enough, wasn’t that right, Captain Rainier? ) 

Beautiful too, yes, enough to make his heart ache for it. He had already gone this far. What’s one more night? What’s one more kiss? He could not keep the charade up forever. He would have all of her that he could before the time came.

Skyhold was never silent, but there was moments of seeming peace. In the soft dark before dawn. In her chambers so high above the rest of the world. Here, they had fallen asleep on her settee and not bothered to stir. The fire was low and chill crept, even through the blankets and shared heat. 

Asleep and wrapped in his arms, he could almost fool himself that he could have more than just the night. Her soft breath as she slept against him, the stray dark hairs that spread across his chest. The way they slept, he couldn’t move without waking her, and he did need to go. 

Every Elvhen’s blood-writing was as worthy of admiration as the Evanuris which it honored. Devoting one’s entire body to the art demanded respect from any cultured Elvhen, including she who kept the hearth. The other’s body was a masterpiece of muscle and magic; beauty and mastery flaunted for all to know what this one has accomplished. 

Sylaise gives her the slightest bow; to all who know her, this is the grandest of affirmations. Dark eyes glean with approval as she addresses the blade-wielder.

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“You know what gets your blood going even faster? Actually going down there and fighting it.” The suggestion is casual, given with a smile and air of breathlessness once the party reached the top of the hill, overlooking the plains and ruins below.

And the high dragon that occupied the area in the near distance.

Velawen did not linger to hear complaints or protests as she was already climbing down to steep ledge, not looking back to check on if any of her companions were following her.

    Glandival was so focused on the dragon that he didn’t react to what Velawen said immediately. He looked over the ledge and whispered loudly to the other “Vel, wait!” The elf followed, climbing down quickly but carefully.

“ Aneth ara... that’s how you say it, right?” Rim questions, peering at the woman as she walks up. She’d seen the Inquisitor keeping to herself up on Skyhold’s wall and didn’t want to startle her.

(her elvish left a lot to be desired)

Rim waits patiently a few feet away. “I was told that it was like hello, informal and all that... languages aren’t my strong suit to be fair.” she adds with a a gentle shrug, shaking her head.