#ferelder

here’s my half of the art trade that @ferelder and i arranged!!! i drew her beautiful and glorious astaarit ugh and it was so fun 

i also couldnt stop once i started goin ham on her, and im not sure why shes conjuring an arrowhead, i just thought it was fun and made her look radiant idk *shrugs forever* hope you like

cassandra for @ferelder for a coffee donation <3

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what’s wrong?

i just feel legit sick. started with a migraine on tuesday, woke up just before midnight on tuesday and was throwing up between 11:30pm tuesday and 9am wednesday. im still having stomach problems (2pm thursday!) i’m dehydrated as all hell no matter how much i drink (and i cant take dioralyte cus it makes me puke from the taste) and can’t eat (i’ve had one and a half crackers since 5pm tuesday) and i’m shaky and dizzy and it’s like 30c/86f, which is way too hot for england

so everything is just really against me atm and i have shit to do so im just dying

Spending time with Sera in the tavern is one of Freyja’s favourite hobbies. She often stays late and then has to make her way back to her quarters in pitch black. It’s usually not a problem, she’s not scared of the dark or anything, but…

This time, she’s still giggling at an inside joke as she’s walking towards the long flight of stairs. There’s not a whole lot happening at such late hour, and yet she’s distracted enough not to notice someone approaching her, only when it’s too late. The stranger’s hands cover her eyes, their body presses against her back.

She can feel the warmth of the person’s breath on her ear, and before they could start talking, her reflexes kick in, pinning him to the ground in a matter of seconds. It’s only as she holds the prankster’s wrists pressed down into the mud when she realises she knows the person.

“Damn, you’re good at this,” Cenred says, laughing, but his eyebrows are furrowed in what seems like pain.

Freyja lets go of him and gets back on her feet, offering a helping hand to her lover. “You are such an asshole, Trevelyan.”

The man accepts the gesture, letting Freyja pull him up. “Me?” he asks, still grinning. “You are the one who just broke my ribs!”

“Oh, don’t be a child, you’re fine.” With a roll of her eyes, the elf continues walking. “I didn’t throw you that hard.”

“I still believe you should take a look at it, my lady.”

A smile tugs at the corners of Freyja’s mouth, but she doesn’t turn to face Cenred. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he made her smile.

“But I am no healer, my lord,” she says, deciding to go along with his game.

“Then how come those delicate hands of yours have helped me recover so many times before?”

Cenred spins Freyja around so that she’s looking at him - the first thing she notices is his grin, and she lets go of her serious expression as well. The small woman reaches up to run her fingers through Cenred’s hair, breaking the silver shine the moonlight casts on the strands.

Chuckling, Freyja asks, “Where is all this cheekiness coming from, vhenan?”

The man’s answer is a simple shrug. Buying himself some time to think of words to say, he takes a step closer to the elf, two fingers placed under her chin, tilting her head up.

“It is only your doing, my love,” he whispers, his lips almost touching Freyja’s. “It is the effect you have on me.”

Super Sappy Lines Prompt List

Fandom: Dragon Age (Pre-Inquisition)Pairing: Ematuelanuren “Ematu” Mydha x Leon Banks (ocs)Rating: GeneralWords: 329

“I can’t stay away from you.”

“What?” Ematu asked, looking towards the man as he continued to pet the lamb, tilting his head.

“I can’t stay away from you,” Leon repeated, softly, stepping closer to the elf, and knelt beside him.Ematu frowned, sitting back on his heels, brows knitting. He looked down to his lap, fingers running over the tunic he wore, edges ragged and split from wear. “You…stay away?” He looked back up to him, almost pouting, his eyes betraying disappointment.Leon laughed gently, reaching for his hand. For once, Ematu didn’t recoil, and he couldn’t help but smile broadly. “No, I stay here. You stay here,” he corrected, speaking slower for Ematu’s sake. “I like it when you’re here. I’m finding that I don’t want you to go back.”Ematu’s eyes widened. “Stay? But my clan-” He abruptly stood up and went over to the gate, lifting the latch. “Can’t leave them. Can’t stay.”

“No! Ematu, wait!” Leon scrambled to his feet, jogging to catch up, and placed his hand over his on the latch. He waited until Ematu looked to him, expectant, but cautious, then took a step back and signed with his hands. “I thought you knew enough Common to understand. I wasn’t trying to tell you to leave your clan for me.” He then dropped his hands to run them his curls, sighing. His heart was starting to pound and he looked down at his feet.Ematu tapped his shoulder and replied, “Then what were you trying to say?”

Leon met his eyes in a strangely comfortable silence. He slowly raised his hand to brush a lock behind Ematu’s ear, cupping his face, and bent down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He saw a hint of a smile when he pulled away.

“Oh,” Ematu breathed, bringing his fingers to his lips.

“Yeah,” Leon chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I can’t stay away from you.”