#falin-nimleth

falin-nimleth:

“It’s just that I am very surprised to see a fellow Dalish here.” Falin smoothed the fabric of her sleeve, while smiling shyly at the man in front of her.

Having just arrived at Skyhold, the long hike up the mountains was still lingering in her limbs. Her cheeks were still a bit flushed from the cold and her hand holding her staff was quite numb.

Nelras chuckled, “I suppose word has not reached some areas that the so-called Herald of Andraste is Dalish, then.  That is good.  I enjoy seeing the shock on people’s faces when I introduce myself.  It is especially fun to horrify Chantry sisters, though I have been told I should not say so out loud.”

Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.

With one last strike of lightning, he struck down the last of his adversaries, watching to make sure that they were as dead as they seemed. He stumbled back, dropping to his knees, both hands on his staff to keep himself upright.

He should have been more carefully, could have easily avoided the stumbling, reckless steps of the bandit before they could come close to him and inflicted such a wound. He’d been careless and this was the price he was paying.

The wound to his side was deep, cause his breath to rattle  and pain rush through him with every breath.

This was bad.

♛ : Sharing a dessert

Sweets

"Psst. Lethallan. Falin.”

The voice came from behind the drapes in the halls where Aylen had hid. Josephine had had the great idea to have a small feast at Skyhold that evening to welcome some visiting nobles. Very important people, apparently: but that didn’t change they were making her all kinds of uncomfortable with their strange conversation.

So the Inquisitor had decided to sneak away from them as soon as she could to hide behind the drapes by the dessert table, and from her spot she could grab all kinds of sweets that were supposed to be for the end of the feast- but screw that, she was the bloody Inquisitor she’d grab as many as she pleased.

She called for Falin again, until she was close enough for Aylen to grab her arm and drag her behind the heavy drapes with her. Her other hand was already occupied with a plate of chocolate-... chocolate whatever. She didn’t know what it was but it was amazing.

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

回 = patching a wound . 

Kaaras hissed as the bandage was wrapped around his leg. He’d had a nasty fall of his mount in the rain, and managed to land on a few rocks. No bones were broken, but he definitely couldn’t walk on his leg for the next few days. It was swollen and sprained, and some of the rocks had managed to leave a few good cuts along his leg.

His boots were aside as he was in the infirmary tent. It wasn’t Asaara’s (his hart’s) fault. The weather had taken a turn for the worst, and the rocks became slippery. She’d lost her footing, he’d fallen off and it was a miracle nothing was actually broken at all. 

Biting his lower lip, he watched as the woman cleaned the cuts and started putting the tourniquet around his ankle. “How long do you think I’m going to be off it for?” he asked, concerned that their travel time was going to be delayed now no thanks to this. No one was at fault, but he felt like a pain in the arse to everyone else over the whole thing. 

// it’s absolutely okay! //

“I have become accustomed to being stared at, since I left home.  You need not ask forgiveness, lethallan.”

ASK MY MUSE ABOUT THEIR BODIES AND MINDS!

🦉 - What’s your Secret Mirror Act when no one else is looking? Do you make faces? Do you dance? Do you check yourself out?

Answered c:

🍭 - Describe your perfect partner. Head to toe. Flaw to feature.

Well, that was a difficult one. “I can’t just describe a partner in such a specific way: in the end, every person is different, and the reasons I fall in love with someone are different. There is no perfect partner, really. It all depends.”

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

It’s the way his face falls when he realizes what they’ve done, it’s the smugness of his grin as it morphs into a slack jaw look of surprise. It’s also the noise he makes when their fist connects to his face- “I didn’t need magic to do that.” They laugh, as pure offense etches into his face, and he sputters in his anger at them. They laugh as he runs to play tattle tale on them with the Keeper. They laugh.

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilt

“You won’t be coming back, will you.” It wasn’t a question so much a statement of fact. The Keepers hands tangled in their hair, preening them like a mother bird to her child- and they just pushed her hand away indignantly in response. “I’ll let you all know the conclusion of the conclave, you don’t have to worry.”

She sighs, and there’s a look of upset that Bryn can’t bear to look at so they look to the ground, focusing on any thing that may be of slight interest. “I don’t doubt that you will, lethalin. I just know you won’t be coming back to the clan once you’re gone, I always hoped that if you became Keeper- you would stay and-”

“That’s selfish of you.” They’re being harsher than they should to the woman who became more like their mother than their mother had been- They know they’re being harsh, and they’re afraid to hurt her feelings... but they’re more afraid of her talking them out of it all.

“I know.”