#illustrii

DRAGON AGE CANON & OC MULTIMUSES

including a herald, a seeker, an avvar warrior- a lyrium ghost, a blood mage, a qunari spy

{ILLUSTRII; INFO} // {DRAGONVERSED; INFO}

The Storm Coast is wet and cold - well not as cold as the rest of the country is said to be, but Bull has become used to strange climates and needs little but some good ale and an honest fight to warm himself up with. The Herald is supposed to be meeting him and his Chargers soon but a group of Tevinter zealots has descended upon his boys while they were all waiting - soon chaos erupts but his one eye can calculate the Chargers wouldn’t have casualties - these cultists are inexperienced and careless. Swinging his greataxe he catches sight of a group of newcomers - a tall, imposing woman and behind her a much smaller, red headed one, holding a staff.

                                 “i know.”

                    as it turns out, a rebellion stirring in the wake of a civil war is DRAINING, and briala knows that better than anyone. she wonders about the toll that it takes on her people, but velani’s admission tells her everything that she could have wanted to know. 

                                    “focus on me-”

                       she really shouldn’t be playing favorites, if this could even be considered something as SIMPLE as favoritism, but a hand comes to rest on velani’s cheek as briala leans closer. it’s a gentle kiss at first, but soft lips against her own remind her just how much she’d missed AFFECTION like this, something so PURE and emotional. 

                    but despite her want to keep going, to never part their lips, she pulls back, hand hesitant to move but slowly removed from warm skin. 

                          she’s been watching the party for quite some time, waiting for ONE of her agents to tell her what they’ve learned. of course, it would look like nothing more than one servant talking to another, pointed ears meaning that nobody would truly pay attention to the exchanges, just the way that it has always been. briala truly enjoys using their ignorance AGAINST them. 

                        before long, she spies one of her agents, and offers the first genuine smile that she’s worn all evening. 

you are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy. || @illustrii​

Bull had been busy oiling the leather of his armor, preparing to sleep after... after today. He's not startled by her speaking, nor by the weight of the words. Marcella was a smart cookie after all and knew how to give a damn fine speech.

(they make him stall. was it an order to not feel bad? permission or trying to understand how he felt?)

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening.” || @illustrii​

Varric put his hands up placatingly before firmly down on her shoulders again to get the woman to lay back down. “Easy, easy,” the dwarf was quick to reassure. “You took a pretty big hard hit to the noggin, you probably have a concussion by the way nice going, and you blacked out while we were walking--” Varric explained, keeping his voice level as he could.

(she’d fallen like a sack of bricks and almost rolled over the edge of the cliff.)

“We’re back at Forward Camp, and Harding took real good care of you--” he rattled off, pulling his hands back now that he was sure she’d stay down. “You need to rest, probably not sleep anymore, but you should take it easy, alright?” he ventured.

@illustrii​

         if she’s honest with herself, she’s missed the ENERGY of orlais. although skyhold is not without it’s charm, there’s something special about the winter palace, the buzz of people within it’s gilded walls, and drama and tension that lurks just beneath the surface. 

           but she is not here as leliana, spymaster of the inquisition. no, the golden mask, adorned with gorgeous jewels of every color is worn to make sure of that - she is here simply as a guest. and if she happens to pick up any information that could be useful to the inquisition? well that’s just a lucky COINCIDENCE, isn’t it? 

            she’s observing the room when she spots her - dressed almost as extravagantly and beautifully as the empress herself. cecilia valmont. and she, leliana decides, will be her mission for the evening. but, she bides her time - stealing glances across the room for the better part of an hour before she finally approaches the other. 

                 of course, she makes no small deal out of introducing herself, bowing dramatically and offering to take the other’s hand.