#seranea

ship aesthetics (14/?) - seranea (sanea trevelyan/sera)

Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”-- Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home-- I--a Sparrow--build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest.

!!!! :D

-who proposed: Sera just up and asked and couldn’t understand Sanea’s sudden frustration at the question until Sanea burst out, “I was going to ask you! I had it all planned out and everything!” They consider Sera asking the start of their engagement, but Sera was delighted to let Sanea’s plan go ahead, and Sanea gave her a ring while they sat on the roof eating cookies and watching the sunset.

-who fussed over flower arrangements and decorations: S A N E A. LET THE GIRL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL FLOWERY WEDDING LIKE SHE’S DREAMED OF SINCE SHE WAS LITTLE!! Sera was happy to let her organize it. Josephine helped with great enthusiasm.

-tux/dress? who wore what: dresses both. Sera probably something LIKE the wedding dress from trespasser, but short sleeves and a calf-length skirt that she can move in. Sanea’s is longer, down to her ankles, with a drop waist and elbow-length sleeves with flared cuffs. (no i didn’t design these myself water u talkin abt)

-their wedding colors: red and gold

-who kissed who at “you may kiss”: Sera was excited, but Sanea gently stopped her and leaned down to kiss her wife.

-who led the first dance: pfft, like these two lead. Their first dance wasn’t so much a ballroom dance as just them swinging each other around.

-who they chose for mother-son/father-daughter dances: Sanea chose her brother Luke, of course. He kept having to subtly wipe away tears; his baby sister was finally getting married! Sera didn’t so much have a dance as grab Blackwall off the edge of the dance floor and swing him around, too. He was blushing scarlet by the end.

-who carried who across the threshold: No carrying here, we drunkenly hold hands and race to the honeymoon suite together like lesbians.

and of course the two questions i forgot to put in the actual post and keep forgetting:

-who did they choose for best man/maid of honor/witnesses: Sanea had big sis Halla, of course, who swears that she wasn’t wiping tears the whole time. 

-what song did they have for their first dance: a folk party song that Sera, at least, knows well. Probably something like “Flaming Red Hair” from Lord of the Rings.

49. I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you and just bewilder the hell out of people the way love should. (We will make everything wrong in the right way.)

Sera hated seeing her Inky like this--though she supposed she’d have to come up with a new nickname, since Inky was short for Inquisitor, wasn’t it? Sanea wasn’t even riding; she was curled up opposite Sera on the velvet seat of the coach, the last of her left arm tucked between her legs and her chest.

“Shiny?” Sera tried. Shouldn’t call her that anymore, either. She tried again. “Teetness?”

“What?” The one-word acknowledgement was barely audible, and Sanea’s lips barely moved. Her eyes didn’t even flick over to Sera.

Sera’s planning hadn’t gotten quite this far. She tossed around for something to say as she leaned forward to touch Sanea’s shoulder. “You’re a Red Jenny now.”

“So?”

“So you come with me! Still got things to do, even without the Inquisition. Keep fighting for the little people, yeah?”

“How am I going to be a Red Jenny without my arm? How am I going to do anything?” Sanea asked, dejected, still not moving.

“You’re still a mage. Don’t need two hands for that.” Sera carefully moved herself to sit next to Sanea, tucking herself close. “And you’re still mine. No matter how many hands you got.”

15. trembling hands

Sanea starts down the crumbling stairs just as Sera races up them. It’s with a grin belied by trembling hands that Sera reaches up and cradles Sanea’s face. “Inky? Really you? Just you? No Coryphenus?”

“Really me, Sera,” Sanea answers. “No Coryphetits to bother us anymore.”

Cassandra makes a noise when Sera kisses the Inquisitor fiercely, but it’s less disgusted than usual, and accompanied not by a roll of her eyes but by a smile.

22. nap

Cassandra gently pulls the tie from Luke’s hair and runs her fingers through the dark locks. In the dappled sunlight of the gazebo, the hints of reddish brown show through the black. His lips are slightly open, his face relaxed with no sign of the frown lines that appear when he’s tense. He has never looked so peaceful to her.

But he stirs at her touch. “’ssandra?” he mumbles, his green eyes opening a little.

“It is me,” she confirms. “I did not expect to find you sleeping when I went looking for you.”

“Looking for me?” Luke repeats, pushing himself into a half-sitting position. “How long did I sleep?”

“A few hours, perhaps.”

Luke groans. “I only meant to lie down for ten minutes…”

Cassandra lets out a soft laugh. “I think you deserve a nap a little longer than that, my love.” She coaxes him to lie back down, his head on her lap. “Sleep, Luke. I will watch over you.”

He falls back asleep with a smile on his lips.

42. savior

“Savior of Ostwick, that’s a new one.”

“Isn’t it, though.” Halla has her feet kicked up on her desk in her father’s study. He sits behind his as he studies her and she rubs her face with a hand. “My guess is, the Teyrn wanted someone to compete with the Champions of Kirkwall. You know how he is about competing with Kirkwall.”

“All too well,” Dominic answers. “Do you plan on accepting?”

“Don’t see that I can’t.” Halla yanks the tie from her hair, letting dark waves fall around her shoulders. “I can’t insult the Teyrn. I’ll go to the damn banquet, accept the bullshit title, and I’ll hate every minute of it.”

Dominic sighs and shakes his head with a smile as he goes back to writing his letter and Halla reaches over her shoulder to take a book from the shelf. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

more yes please

weird domestic triumvirate ot3: “Grace Before Sleep” composed by Susan Labarr

each one of us has walked through storm

and fled the wolves along the road

also, the original poem has references to “we three” that the composer didn’t put in the song. so, with that knowledge, even better for the accidental ot3

seranea: other than their forever theme song that is the gayest cover of take me to church ever in the world??

“Running Through Rivers” by Carrie Hope Fletcher.

a princess needs a friend where the laughter won’t end

that’s worth more than a prince who can charm

...

if things go wrong, we’ll just re-right them

and if demons call we’ll stand and fight them

ok that first lyric up there is not gay in the context that the singer put it in but Let’s Be Real It’s Gay

Hallalyn

“Shake It Out” - Florence + The Machine

“Fxxk Boyz Get Money” - Far East Mention Mannequins

“Cherry Bomb” - The Runaways

“Wolf Like Me” - Lera Lynn

“Cross My Heart” - Marianas Trench

Seranea

“Take Me To Church” - Neon Jungle (the best most gayest cover of that song ever)

“Love and Some Verses” - Iron & Wine

“You Are the Moon” - The Hush Sound

“We Flood the Night” - Far East Mention Mannequins

She looked far too beautiful right now for it to be fair that Sera couldn’t touch her. Her Shiny was, well…shiny. There wasn’t really any other word for it. If Vivvy had one thing going for her in Sera’s book, it was that she knew how to really make Sanea look good.

Sanea twirled nervously this way and that in front of the mirror, letting out a giggle. “I never got to wear anything like this in the Circle.” She spun to face Sera, her shoulders tensing up almost to her ears. “How do I look? Good enough for all the Lord Poncyfaces out there?”

“Good enough to eat,” Sera teased. But her smile and her voice softened when she said, “Better’n all of them. The best, love. You look the best.”

they both have the grace to not laugh, but both pairs of green eyes light up, and halla grabs sanea’s hands across the table. “really and truly? baby sister’s all grown up?”

“i was already all grown up!” sanea laughs.