#draelith

too many. I like the lore of the Black Dagger universe, but I haven't been able to read whole novels since my uni-era burnout (I was an English major) & I wanted to avoid the multiple mentions of non-con. I might watch the show once S2 comes out (*cough* 7-day free trial).

so uh. I have crushes on Rhage & Phury (based on their canon personalities & their looks in the show, hehe). Also I think Wrath would be a cool, loving, sometimes awkward father figure, similar to Bruce Wayne/Batman. & I've always loved urban fantasy, including vampire shit (I'm writing some vampy books rn).

Self-Indulgent Meme

Unfortunately, the bastard had hooked a leg behind her's when she got too close to him and down they went. She'd dropped one of the dagger hilts in the fall and it sputtered out without her magic powering it, leaving her with just one, but she couldn't exactly stab him with it.

Whose idea was it to use their actual weapons again? Oh right, hers...she was a fool. Using practice daggers would have been better; there would be less focus on powering the things and more on not getting her ass kicked. Live and learn.

And she wasn't pouting about being had, thank the gods.

Instead she just bared her teeth at him as she struggled to try and push him off. The man was built like a brick shit house, and his armor made him weight enough that it knocked the wind out of her when they hit the ground.

For a moment, it seemed as if the rain had stopped falling from the sky. As if time had stood still. Even Lily stood completely still for a moment. She held her breath as she clutched the collar of her leather jacket, as if that could prevent the rain from soaking her even more. There were no thoughts in her head. What had she been thinking about before? She couldn't say. It had all been erased.

“Howell.” Her voice was a soft sound, drowned out by the sudden patter of rain. It didn't matter that she was wet to the bone. It didn't matter that she had rushed through the streets to get to her apartment as quickly as possible. None of that mattered anymore when she saw him.

The last few steps separating them were bridged, and in the next moment, Lily threw her arms around the wizard. Her exuberant joy almost caused them both to lose their balance. Disbelief had spread through her. Was it really possible... after all this time...? Lily's arms wrapped around him a little tighter.

For a moment, Lily was speechless. A phenomenon that doesn't happen often.

But in the next moment, she pulled away from him slightly, only to place her hands on his face and look intently at the wizard. She looked so serious as she turned his face slightly from side to side, trying to look at him from all angles. “Is it really you? This isn't a dream?” Sometimes it was hard for her to distinguish between dream and reality. The time she spent with him in Ingary sometimes seemed like a dream to her. A fantasy that had only played out in her head and left her with stronger powers than before. Howell had been the one who showed her how to use fire as a weapon. And so much more. But as life would have it, their paths had separated. Only to come together again today.

“How did you get here? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” He had already answered one of the questions, but Lily couldn't think about that. In fact, she found it very difficult to even think clearly as she wrapped her arms around him again. “Oh, I'm so happy to see you!”

@draelith said: ❛ tell me about the others and i’ll carry the weight . ❜ / Cullen

        elspeth pauses to regard him thoughtfully through the dim light of the fire. it's well past midnight in skyhold's kitchens, and he's caught her grinding certain herbs for a special tea. she doesn't ask, but she assumes—as she's already expressed—that he shares in her trouble sleeping. “i'm afraid the extent of my nightmares lately are beyond your will to carry, commander.” 

Jaena yawned as she rounded the corner to get to her apartment building. It’d been a long day at work, 1 of the ones where she had to redo a bunch of documents because the writers hadn’t accounted for tone or grammar, somehow. She hoped the company finally made good on its promise to pay her for the extra work she was doing…at some point. Well, until then, she had leftover pasta to look forward to, plus a cute cat & a dumb action movie she’d already seen twice.

She walked by a tall man who wore wraparound sunglasses. Sunglasses during the day either meant blind or arrogant, in her experience. She also wondered if he was from the government, because of that “incident” the week before. A ghost had been throwing a fit, so she stopped to calm them down. Apparently that ghost had been haunting the place for a while & was so emotional they’d made themselves visible—meaning people saw her talking to a ghost. She could run away from the Man in Black, but that would just make her look guilty…right?

“Uh…excuse me. Are you waiting for an Uber or something?” Jaena bit her lip, toes nervously wiggling around in her boots as she waited for the man to answer.

Haven was gone, flattened by an avalanche and dragon fire—or whatever that blighted dragon was spitting out.

They'd finally settled for the night, and Jalon did what she did best: go around and tend to the injured. Almost everyone had a few cuts and bruises, but there were a handful that she wasn't sure would make it the night. Still, she and Adan did everything they could for them before he sent her away to take a break.

She would not be taking a break. There were more wounds to tend to than just physical. The faraway looks in people's eyes from shock was proof of that. So Jalon started passing out blankets and ushering stragglers to the fires to warm themselves. There was little sense in everyone freezing to death.

Their misery was enough for Hope to stir in the back of Jalon's mind in agitation, and Jalon worked quickly to try and cheer people up as she went. It wasn't going well; their situation was quite hopeless at the moment, and Hope demanded that she fix it.

"I'm trying," she had muttered to them.

The advisors were not exempt from her mothering, and the Commander was her final victim. The one she was not necessarily dreading, but not looking forward to either. The man unnerved her, but she put on a brave face and approached him with a steaming mug.

"You should really sit a moment, sir," she urged, passing him the mug of tea. It was weak, the cooks not having enough tea left to make a stronger brew for everyone, but something warm to drink was better than nothing in this weather. It was barely brewed tea or nothing. How the cooks managed to salvage anything at all in the chaos was beyond her...

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