#malathi

After stewing on my laptop for two years, I figured it was time to finally post this. Just some babes enjoying their summer by the water! <3

I want to do them all, but I went with Malathi enjoying themselves in the middle of another diplomatic party <3

Maleus approached Sylathi with two flutes and caught the eyeof an Orlesian nobleman she was talking to with a charming smile. “A thousandpardons, Marquis, but may I steal Lady Sylathi for a moment?”The Marquis raised his own glass and smiled – or so Maleus thought as he couldonly see the edges of his eyes crinkle under the gaudy full-face mask. “Of course,my dear ambassador. Lady Sylathi as been an utter delight with her stories! Ididn’t know that Dalish elves were so funny.”

A/N: After a rough holiday weekend, I needed to write some much needed fluff/sleep headcanons featuring oc pairings with @lavellanlove. Velriel, Asami, Maleus, and Avira all belong to her.

Tender is the stretch of time Velriel faces every night as he waits for his vhenan to fall asleep. Runale struggles each night, her body wound in a tight ball, her arms tucked close to herself, her legs folding. Her brows pinch, her jaw clenches as she grinds her teeth. He can read her turmoil on her face and slowly, tenderly, he smooths her face with caresses, reminding her that she’s safe, that despite what her mind tells her, she’s not alone, and she’ll never be alone again. His hand slides to her back, rubbing through the knots and the tension she holds there. As her breath slows and deepens, so does his movements, and over time her body unravels and softens under his touch. At last, Runale is asleep and there is peace on her face. Only then will Velriel join her.

Tender is forgiveness for being woken up time and time again from worry. Tamralan is so silent, so still, too reminiscent of a dead man, and Asami’s seen plenty of those. Her heart lurches in her chest when the sun wakes her, and she finds him exactly the way she left him when she fell asleep. Each attempt to wake him is always successful and he always greets her with a smile and a kiss, and then a laugh after she explains why she woke him. Have you woken up next to a dead man before? The similarities are uncanny. She eventually starts sleeping with her ear over his heart as a gentle reminder when she wakes.

Tender is Maleus swelling with love looking at the love of his life sleep beside him. For a quiet woman when awake, Sylathi makes herself known in her sleep: snores with each steady breath, only interrupted when she stirs or roll over, and she does very frequently. If he’s patient, he might catch her mumble something, and if he’s lucky, she’s coherent and he can talk to her. Or try to talk to her anyway. Her responses may not be relevant to anything he’s saying. She never remembers their conversations, and reddens with embarrassment whenever he mentions them. He just hugs her close and whispers that it’s precious, and she’s precious, and never wants her to change.

Halloween Sentence Starters | Accepting

Ugghhhh I love all of them! But I will choose elfroot-smoking Syla and Mal. hehe

Ghosts Like Netflix Too

Maleus Abano x Sylathi LavellanModern!AU448 words

“Do ghosts like Netflix?”

Maleus’ chuckle rumbled in his chest, tightening his armaround Sylathi’s shoulder, prompting her to wrap her arm around his waist. Theshow left a pale glow on their faces in the dark room, though Sylathi’s attentionwas on anything but the show. Her mind spun languorously, the elfroot’s aromalingered on her tongue, her skin warm, even more so where her body pressedagainst his.

“What brought this up, love?” Maleus replied, moving his armup to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Sylathi shrugged, giggling childishly. “Is it not a validquestion?”

He poked her cheek before resting his hand back on hershoulder. “You know there are no invalid questions. Just wondering where yourmind is at right now.”

“Up there.” She pointed to the ceiling with an outstretchedarm. “And over there….and there…and there.” She circled the living room withher arm, pointing at random fixture in the room: lamp, coffee table, thecurtains. “Everywhere,” she finished, booping the man on his nose.

Laughing, Maleus grabbed her wrist, and sliding his handdown to her waist, pulled her on top of him, laying along the length of thecouch. His golden eyes were warm as he gazed up at her. “You’re so sillytonight.”

Sylathi pouted, pinching his cheeks and stretched them out. “Youstill haven’t answered my very valid important question.”

Grabbing her wrists, he kissed the tips of her fingers, thenher palms. “What do you think?” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

For some reason, she blushed, curling her fingers. “I-I..well,I don’t know. That’s why I asked you.”

“You’re the mage. I would have thought you were more of anexpert in this matter than I.”

A smile played on her lips. “You’re Rivaini. You’re supposedto-“

“Rivaini mages communicatewith spirits. And I am not a mage,” Maleus gently corrected, arching a brow.

“Bah!” She retaliated with a kiss, her lips pleasantlybuzzing from the brief contact. “Just answer my question.” She dropped her headto his shoulder, her brow stealing the warmth from his neck. Somehow thespinning was worse with her eyes closed, but Maleus anchored her in with hisarms.

He hummed. “I think they do, depending on the type of ghost.Just because they’re dead, they shouldn’t have to miss out in the simplepleasures in life.”

She snorted, then mumbled, “I think that’s what being deaddoes, Maleus. They had their chance to enjoy Netflix while alive.”

“Unless they died over twenty years ago.”

It was that time. Mamae said so. And half the times she didn’t even have to tell him. He just *knew.* He pattered over to the door, curls bouncing, arms flailing. He tripped, knees and hands scraping on the rug. He felt soft hands on his sides. “No! I can!” He heard the soft chuckle behind him as he haphazardly pulled himself to stand.

He finished his race to the door as it opened. He bounced in place, giggling as Papae walked though. “Papae papae!” he chanted, reaching up, grasping the air until his wish was granted.

Giggling from his scratchy kisses, he left kisses on his cheek in turn, then wrapped his arms around his neck, nuzzling his face into his skin. He smelled like the sea and he felt warmth of the sun against his cheek.