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@dovaeh | Mae is here to sit in a lap & talk about plants
Billie wraps her arms around the other woman's waist easily, chin propped fondly on her shoulder as Mae chatters. A lot of it goes over her head, in all honesty - she's not exactly a gardener - but it's nice nonetheless to listen to Mae talk.
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[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?
headcanon questions ( accepting )
There is a fire, and he is warm. Not with heat, but a fullness. He had considered cold and its effects, a thinness of the air to chase in a tide, a change, a season. It felt strange to turn it away when before he did not, but this body is vulnerable. Fashioning clothes is the first of many corrections, but he is eager to learn them all. nearly feverish with possibility.
He studies the seams of Mythal's clothing by the firelight and begins to lay furs together.
She watches his growing understanding with a musing smile. ❛ You need not make it yourself. We have long since learned their design. Let me. ❜
❛ I would know for myself, if we are ever separated, ❜ he says.
❛ We will not be. Your loneliness would be mine. ❜ she promises, and Solas takes her at her word.
There is a fire, and he is warm. Not with heat, but a fullness. For once, they have a moment of peace, and food they need not ration. Tarasahl's connections established a decent supply of trade, meats and herbs and cheeses they could store for long enough. What came first through the Eluvians went to the refugees. The rest provided a small feast, held over a private flame.
Felassan tells a joke that has their shoulders knocking together. He cannot remember the words, but he remembers the shape of his friend at his side, and it is enough.
There is a fire, and he is warm. Not with heat, but a fullness. Varric pushes a heavy tankard into his hand and the effort for agreeability obliges him to drink. He's tasted this type of grain before, but the bitter taste still surprises him every time. In Arlathan, it was as mutable as a shift in emotion. Solas could drink an essence of spring day and taste newness and ripe fruit. He could drink a brew for yearning and sample a shade of cherry-red desire along with dark sweetness.
When he coughs after a beat, Varric laughs like it was predictable. ❛ It's good for the cold. Supposed to put hair on your chest, but, ❜ his hand flourishes in Solas' direction. ❛ You know. ❜
❛ You must encounter cold temperatures often, then. ❜
Dorian laughs with a shock, as if he's never heard Solas speak until then. The Inquisitor snickers while refilling a cup, and the sound of it reminds him of someone he deserves to forget.
Varric shrugs, affable, and scratches at the opening of his vests. The cold of Emprise du Lion doesn't seem to cut as deep for the moment. ❛ I'm built to last. ❜
Moras new tactic to lure into becoming champion / follower
Do prdele. It isn't any way to go about looking. When in public, one's ought to be presentable, ma had chided, and a boy like you should be a fine young man. Unfortunately, his welted knuckles rather ruin that, don't they?, and that's all without speaking to the split by his brow. And gosh, if only she were here to tut at him now! Yet, he's an ache, mountings bills, and the stench of oil in his denim.
Shame. Normally, after a day such as this one — long, the sort of long that rakes car fumes though his hair — he'd take to drinking beer at the pub down the street. Alas, he's not too keen tonight, unfortunately, on the razor-sharp henning of the owner's dear wife. So, he's resorted to this eatery for some late night breakfast and coffee like a sucker-punch. It's empty, gold‐lit, and smells suitably comforting. And as he hears steps his way, he notes one visible worker.
Oh. He's always had a rather soft spot for that one. It's got to be... "Is that orange? No. St. John's Wort? Not what I would've clocked you to wear." Huh? He's mad, isn't he? Henry frowns. "Sorry, I'm not thinking straight." I'm concussed or ought to be! "But it's nice!" Really! Buffoon. "Promise." / @dovaeh liked for a starter.
when pax isn't a vampire would he bite his lovers / be okay with being bitten by them? as a little affection nibble yk
okay, so — yes, he would bite and like to be bitten. only when not a vampire. when a vampire, he will not bite them unless absolutely necessary and NEVER during intercourse; there’s already too many heighten emotions. easy to lose control or work himself into a frenzy if he were to bite too hard and draw blood. he still likes to be bitten even when a vampire, though. he’s putty if they find the sweet spot. his bites while mortal do take on a very playful nature and are similar to cobbing dogs will do. wrapping his arms around them and nibbling / kissing their neck. sometimes he’ll put his whole mouth on them if they happen to stick their arm out in front of his face or he’ll walk up to them and randomly bite them. it’s never hard and is essentially just him mouthing their arm. entirely out of affection and to be silly. a walk by biting, if you will.
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━ plotted starter with @dovaeh .
SOMETIMES THERE'S JUST HUMMING IN THE NORA'S MIND . of a time when she was just holding shaun , humming to him , watching his little fists ball and unball , his little facial expressions and noises. IT'S NOT EVEN IN THE BACK OF HER MIND , IT'S THE FOREFRONT . the world falls away , feels like it's falling apart. the dissociation is severe. it only lasts for a few seconds though , especially when she's traveling with someone. SOMETHING SHE'S NOW GRATEFUL FOR . dogmeat huffs her big dog sigh , something in the fire crackles.
... now nora is back in the moment. VIVIDLY GREEN EYES SHIFTING TO HER TRAVELING COMPANION . oh , her smile is so soft. the past is just never going to return. ALL SHE HAS IS THE PRESENT . and she's going to make that precious.
" do you prefer that stove or an open fire? " nora just breathes out softly , she leans back further in her chair , arm on the kitchen table. the water rocks into the cliffs below. kingsport lighthouse has become a real beacon of hope -- lone settlers coming together to make the location a thriving pit stop. LIFE IS RETURNING . if only nate was here to see it.
↬ a starter for @dovaeh.
a shadow swallows them. vervain’s nostrils flare, and his hooves dig ruts into the ground. whether it is fighting or fleeing, the old warhorse is prepared. even florence has their sword at the ready, fingers curled around the hilt. their lungs burn.
and then it’s gone. the winged beast ruffles the tops of trees with its beating wings, and it ignores the pair’s existence. air escapes florence in a heavy sigh.
“ i thought death was flying above us. is that normal ? ” they twist in the saddle. “ these woods aren’t thick. it must have seen us, but we might as well have been a part of the road. ”
i'm sure dragon has been sent already for the drawing meme but u know i gotta just in caes
❛[ CREATURE DRAWING MEME ≻ accepting NOTES: Dragon
No one else sent this and I'm so glad you did cause I wanted to do this one so bad. Of course I could just say this is a dragon corrupted / possessed by Mora, but I had some additional fun ideas for this as a creature within Apocrypha
They are aquatic creatures, using powerful 'wing' fins to float through the Ichor Seas. Rarely if ever seen by mortals due to this.
May use their tail to lure mortals and immortals upon the beaches to believe it is the Great Eye demanding a task of them. Their essence, thoughts, and memories are then consumed
The similarities to true dragons may be coincidence, or due to Moras suspected ties with Akatosh by some. There is no conclusive information found determining this one way or another
Fully intelligent and capable of speech but without a reason to commune beyond the means of trapping
Not any like lore fact but they are inspired by Gulper Eels- all the bioluminescent dots are eyes.
