#lyrian

send  anonymous  (or  not)  questions  to  my  muse  about  their  ships,  connections,  and  any  other  of  their  relationships.

I think that they are just an exceptionally GENTLE couple. Both Lyrian and Kaaras are gentle souls, and that's really helped them connect. Everything about them is so soft and accepting of each other, always wanting to help the other achieve their goals and make sure that they are safe from hurt.

I think that at the beginning, Kaaras saw himself in Lyrian a lot, which was initially why he didn't want to burden him with a romantic relationship. He saw that they were both too duty filled, and he saw that Lyrian was already coping with so much that he didn't want to add to that burden. He feared that being in a romantic relationship would just cause Lyrian further pain.

I think that's what really surprised me, was that Kaaras finally broke down that wall and said, alright, maybe we're NOT just friends, and maybe I'm trying to keep my distance because I'm so scared of hurting you and causing you more pain and suffering. I think, in a sense, Kaaras would consider himself selfish for taking that dive, but it's not. The both of them deserve happiness, and they've found it in each other.

(also Lyrian has really helped Kaaras with his physical disabilities and that's special).

Yesterday a snake got into our house, and although we got it out, it really fucked me up for a while. So to relax, I starteded revamping one of my fantrolls and it turned into me redrawing all of my main 6 boys. I really enjoyed playing with body types and variety-so I’ll post these very sfw manniquin like version under here and if tumblr takes them down I’ll be so so SO sad.

“you’ll find you can eat anything if you’re hungry enough.” @Kaaras-Adaar

@dryadalismagicae || cont 

LYRIAN’S SMALL CHUCKLE sounded easily from his throat, the smile that cast across plush lips stretching up toward emerald eyes; amusement throbbing from his expression for but a moment as he settled himself upon a rock to ease the weight upon his feet. “I know that all too well, being Dalish-” His fingers clenched and relaxed a number of times in order to free them of the chill and stiffness in which had settled there during long movements; “ I’ve eaten some bizarre things over the years, especially when fresh out of slavery. I barely knew what I was doing and I was near enough skin and bone.”

He supposed saying that to a Dalish elf may have sounded a bit stupid, perhaps even offensive. He hadn’t meant it, of course. Kaaras had travelled years on the road with some terrible diets, not to mention growing up in a poor household, but the Dalish had it even harder most likely--especially one that was a slave. 

“Oh, I... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.” He gave Lyrian a sheepish expression as he spooned some of the soup he had into his mouth. “I just meant I’m starving.” And the soup wasn’t very good, which Kaaras was fine with admitting considering he’d been the one to concoct it. 

There was very little to add, some salt, some meat, some veggies. He’d had a lot better, but out in the wilderness, beggars couldn’t be choosers.