#eluvianed

this si so fuckign beautiful i wannt pritn tthis out and staple it to my w ALL

Let’s Spread Some Love ♥

@mademyselfreal

OKAY HI SO UHHHH we haven’t followed each other long but!!! i think that you’re pretty rad so far??? like. your cole seems a+++++ which, naturally, makes me INCREDIBLY FUCKING EMO because man. love that kid. love the fuck outta that kid. and you seem to be doing him so much justice which is just. really wonderful and lovely to see??? i’m pretty fuckin glad to have you on my dash, all things considered, becaaaause just, seeing your posts is really fun and lovely and they’re so nice to read, so, like. keep up the good work!! forreal, you’re doing some great things.

@skychose

so i know roughly two things about star wars in general but hEY. I THINK THAT YOU’RE PRETTY COOL???? like. i don’t know much about anakin ( i’ve seen one sw movie and that was rogue one because moana had been sold out that day and i wanted to see a movie at least ) buuuuut i think that you’re doing a pretty good job!! reading your posts is really lovely and they’re just. i dunno. a really good read??? it’s fun, reading your posts, which is just. fucking amazing, imo, it’s always so great to be able to read something and have fun with it. also you, yourself, you seem pretty cool, so that’s nice.

@eluvianed // @sacrivices

PARTY BANTER MEME || accepting.↳ @eluvianed

Merrill: You look sad, Solas.

Solas: Pardon?

Merrill: Don’t you notice? Your ears get all droopy and your eyes wander. It’d be adorable if it wasn’t so hard to watch.

Solas: I do not know what you are talking about.

Merrill: Did you lose someone, Solas? A brother? A sister? I imagine it’s lonely out that all on your own. 

Solas: The spirits are sufficient company.

Merrill: You didn’t answer my question.

Solas: I did not have a brother or sister, but… I have lost those important to me, yes. It is never easy.

Varric: Daisy, leave Chuckles alone. He likes to brood in peace.

Merrill: I was only asking a question out of concern. You should smile more, Solas. You have a beautiful smile. It suits you far more than that frown.

Solas: Thank you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Solas: You are given a ring when you were chosen as First, yes?

Merrill: Oh, you mean this one? Such an old thing.

Solas: But it is important to you.

Merrill: Of course. It is… the last thing I have of my Clan.

Solas: I am sorry.

Merrill: Why? You shouldn’t be. They are not gone because of you.

Solas: No, but I know what it is like to lose everything you have ever known.

Merrill: I think I turned out quite the better for it, don’t you?

Solas: Yes. The ring… it depicts the tale of Fen’Harel, does it not?

Merrill: Oh, yes! The woodwork has faded a bit though. It is meant as a reminder.

Solas: Ah. I see. 

dude okay my ultimate headcanon for them:

they

What do four walls do to you, Merrill?

The question rings around her head, twining as wildly as her curls, as a serpent in wait. Perched before the door, her whole body is a statue carved of picture jasper. The only movement is a subtle flick of the eyes, tracing the streets of this prison with a hunter’s mind behind that staring. Some pass by silent, with only a glance her way. Some gossip, asking after the well-built figure who lingers there.

Her business is not with her still-chained cousins. Hers is with what family she can find in this reeking city.

She never expected Merrill to be the one to go to the Alienage. The mention of her kinswoman’s name had set some fire in her veins, a thread of panic. Something had happened. She would be a fool to believe otherwise, to think Merrill would give up the life they had both loved. Aria ignores the little voice that tells her she might not have known the other half as well as she thought. She’d bet on the character of others with far less stakes attached, and come away a loser -- Should this be any different?

What do four walls do to you, Merrill?

Her own voice obliterates dissension within her skull. Merrill is clever as she is sweet, and capable beyond measure. Perhaps the walls around her and the great iron gate beyond didn’t set her to panic, as Aria so often does when night narrows the world to her chambers alone. The idea comes unbidden, differences pulled into potential harmony: Had Marethari sold her into the world of men, too? 

No, not Merrill. She would be too valuable for that. A clan might have a hundred hunters, but only one First. Something must have happened, something she does not know, something she hopes Merrill will answer.

In the reek of poverty, of Shemlen cruelty, there are wildflowers. She smells of summer, skinned knees, wandering too far from the camp when their chores were done. The blood is secondary to the familiarity. Standing, the cloaked figure turns to her target, silver eyes glancing out of the dark of her hood.

“Merrill...” And words rise to the tip of her tongue, what-have-you-dones and are-you-wells and it’s-good-to-see-you-agains. Each flourishes then falls, bloodless, to the chasm where all her sentiments go to die. The other still seems small, somehow. She can hardly grasp the sight of old companion in this place.

Varric reached over, gently righting Merril’s wrists. “Your cards are bleeding--” he stops a moment, brows knitting together with a soft shake of his head and he thinks and then rephrases, “You’re showing your hand to the table, Daisy” he informs her with a gentle hum and smile. While it may have just been them, it was nice to live a quiet moment finally.

Reconstruction was almost complete, and Varric was more than excited to have a moment to just relax. If that meant he had to sneak away to do, so be it, but the warmth of Merrill’s small home was much more welcomed than that cold office at the Viscount Keep.

Varric discarded onto the pile, drawing to re-up his hand. This was a full deck, untampered with. He had faith that the mage would soon get ahold of the finer points, then he could teach her how to palm cards two at a time from the deck. That’d be fun... Isabela would be far too pleased with the development the next time she was in port.

@eluvianed​ said:

13 for the kiss meme :>

13. an interrupted kiss .

      fingers danced nimbly over the pale skin of the dalish woman before her , and eyes carefully took in each knot and crest of vallaslin -- careful in her want to take every feature in . and as great green eyes took her own features in return , morrigan found herself grinning ever so slightly . it was UNHEARD OF , sharing touch with someone she barely knew , but whether it was curiosity or the need of another at long last , morrigan was quite unsure . . . 

      arm above the woman , and laughter tumbling freely and softly from plum lips -- they quite nearly met in a chaste , yet daring kiss . . . 

     but as the scout barged into the courtyard , papers for MORRIGAN to read , and eyes settled anywhere but what was happening before them , the witch hissed as her name was announced . golden eyes pulling from the dalish woman , and instead focusing DISTASTEFULLY on the scout unfettered , morrigan pulled away from merrill , straightening her body as she did .