#mooonborn

babe you're never a burden

FIRST THREE KISSES || not accepting.

       Though they had successfully thwarted the assassination attempt on the Empress, the Lady Ambassador felt that it would be proper to stay long into the night. Despite the events of the night, this was the closest they’ve had to a break, and from what he could see, Bull had already imbibed enough wine to where his already boisterous laughter grew tenfold, and the Inquisitor laughed into their goblet at something Dorian uttered beneath his breath without a care who saw. Roland, however, was dancing, laughing, and singing his way through the crowd of people, joyously.

        Solas had a few glasses himself, but Roland — Roland had the smell of sweet berries on his breath. The halfling’s cheeks were red and speckled, his dull-tipped ears pink from his fervor, and there was a smile on his lips that didn’t falter even when he bumped into an arrogant noble who spat at his feet. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen the other so carefree, but it was the first time Roland’s had an expression of wonder on his face the closer he got, as if he saw something in Solas he wanted. It was easy to understand why in the next few moments that came after.

        Roland kisses him. It wasn’t the type of tentative peck on the lips one might expect in such a place ( lest they earn a reputation unbecoming of the Inquisition ), but eager, demanding. And oh, it’s been such long time since he’s felt the lips of another that he allows this moment linger. Words don’t quite make it out when the other pulls away, lest he humiliate the poor man, but, instead, he guides Roland to the others and smiles politely when the Inquisitor questions the flush of their cheeks.

omg im sorry i reblogged the wrong post

  let me love you  ❤️ || accepting 

making that “wOOOOOO” sound like fry from futurama

               !!! i run eritvita, we could always do a knight/sorcerer aesthetic? some companionable run-in that leads to a friendship?

he’s actually hilariously supportive of connor’s smut ala assassin'screedconfessions