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A small house, the sound of the waves just outside. An unfamiliar woman, her tall frame nearly skeletal, lays on a bed, her near black hair fanning out around her head on the carefully propped up pillows. Towards the center of the room another person with short red hair just a tagger’s width from their shoulders stands up with a bowl from a stew pot. As they stand their identity is apparent even sans the mage robes and long hair it is Lorkhan who stands before you now, carefully cradling the bowl in their hands and walking over to the woman. 

They set the small bowl in her hands, but she makes no move to lift it to her mouth. 

“Beloved,” They start, but the word barely leaves their lips before she is speaking. 

“I am tired,” she says. The exhaustion- physical, but also emotional drips in her voice, as though speaking is an effort requiring great bouts of energy. 

Lorkhan’s hands gently cup the woman’s as they speak, “The sickness is taking your strength but this should help to-”

“I,” she interrupts, a pause hanging in the air after she speaks the word, “Am tired. I am tired of the medicine, of being confined to our bed, of being unable to even feed myself anymore.” She looks them in the eyes, “I am tired, Robn. I just-” her eyebrows bunch the smallest bit, a sorrowful look fills both of their eyes and the room. “I just want to be done; I am done. It has been months, I am ready.” She removes her hands slowly from around the bowl, leaving it again in Lorkhan’s hands, the shakiness the water takes on marks the beginning of the tremble that overtakes their shoulders. A few times they look as though they are about to speak, but the minutes stretch on without a sound until their shoulders drop. They stand and take the bowl over to the table, setting it down before returning to her side, sitting on the bed next to her.

“If you are sure-”

“I am.”

“They burn down a farm and that’s somehow your fault? Amazing logic- they’re obviously the brains of whatever discount operation thought this was a good idea. Sucks for them though- because I can track this. Quite easily.” With a sweep of their hand a trail of pale blue wispy mist lit up a path down one of the roads. 

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The once familiar feel of armor was, at this point, something nearly foreign; they’d grown so used to robes that the once comforting weight was now stifling in every place that it touched. But more than anything they felt- cut off. Similar in the way they had since coming to Thedas but intensified astronomically. The place where their core- the incorporeal internal source of their magic- was not empty but missing, leaving an odd hollow feeling inside. 

Cont. from (x)

“All ears, truly? And here I was minding my manners and pretending not to notice.”

For a split second, a tight-lipped smile threatens to crack Morrigan’s steely facade, derisive amusement at her own wisecrack, but with effort, she manages to stifle it. Her unyielding gaze remains fixed on the guard currently patrolling, quietly considering how best to proceed.

daughter lyric starter sentences

“lethal’lan, i promise you, I will never let anything harm you as long as I live,” he said confidently, pushing her playfully with his shoulder. Tamlen smiled with adoration at her for a moment before turning his attention back to the fennec fox in front of them.

Gently placing their hand on her shoulder they said, “I’ve got some Nordic Mountain Tea, good for keeping out the chill. Keep put and I’ll have some made up in no time.” They have her shoulder a light squeeze before moving over to the doused campfire and digging the basic things out of their travel kit to make the tea. 

my opinion on;

character in general: OKAY LEMME SCREAM YOUR PRAISES AGAIN BC IM AN IDIOT WHO REFRESHES INSTEAD OF ITALICIZES!! but no ohhhh my gosh i love eloren so much she’s so sassy and grumpy it’s great tbh.....but also!! i like how sweet she is! she’s considerate and thoughtful but then you write those things and it’s easy to remember that so much was shoved onto her when she was so young but she’s soldiered onhow they play them: you give eloren so much weight to me because you write her so well! it’s just....so good i diethe mun: A SWEET BEAN. A VERY SWEET BEAN AND ILU. 

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them: yeeeeeswant to rp with them: did u mean alwaysship their character with mine: B) B) B) this ship’s always chuggin across the sea

what is my;