#tanadhal

she loves it

Let’s Spread Some Love ♥ // @circlesunshine

@mageright

hi hello what’s up!! we…. definitely haven’t actually talked last i checked but hey. who says you need to talk to tell someone that you think they’re great? I SURE DON’T. sooooo here we go!!!! first off, i think that your anders??? is amazing. your voice for him is spot on and it makes me giggle a little bit because i just. i love anders a lot, okay? a lot a lot. it’s so nice to see someone bring him to life si wonderfully??? in addition to that, boy oh boy do you seem pretty fantastic all around, i just. really like seeing you on my dash tbh. so uhhh… thanks for that!! i’m always excited to read one of your posts, tbh. also, on a mostly unrelated note, i really like your tags.

@tanadhal // @vampirovic

jaaaaaaaaaaaaack. yo. what up. just wanted to say really quickly that iiiii think you’re pretty fucking rad. both on fenriel and on alu you’re just a joy to see on my dash??? with your great writing???? and your super cute personality??? idk it’s just fun all around and i appreciate you, very very much, and i really hope that you know that and remember that at times. youuu, my dude, are fucking awesome and just!!! yes. you’re cool. talking to you, for what little i have talked to you ( which i should probably fucking fix lmao ) is juuuuust a great time. a very great time. hey, thanks for being awesome.

@virassxn

gimme those sweet bantz. / accepting.

get smooched 5 times / @tanadhal

o n e | " Fenriel. " Sing song tone, hands traveling over the length of his biceps; fingers curling to grip there. In some mocking attempt to pull arms behind his back — rendering him useless against her motions. Laughter between the two nothing uncommon already. Fast friends: they’d picked up as though they’d known each other from a young age. One could easily assume they had both come from the Lavellan Clan, she surmised. With ease, Sigriss would accept the title with a laugh and a wave of the hand. All in the name of messing with others - all in the name of remaining close to Fenriel. The light material he wore about Haven at the moment made it all the easier to grip on. Fingers digging in to take purchase there, one leg wrapping around his waistline to pull him back, while her other hopped a bit.

" Come here, already! " She laughed, erasing any sense of sternness from her voice. " I just want to give a kiss!! I promise! You wound me, Fenriel, FENRIEL, come here! You wound me so; do you not trust me!? Come here! Most boys would die to have these lips on them!!! " It wasn’t until he turned about in her grip ( body stumbling to keep balance ) did she lock with his eyes. Hands releasing his biceps in favor of stroking his cheeks affectionately. “ I just want to give my favorite a peck. One quick peck, darling. ” As Fenriel - at last - seemed to relax, Sigriss peppered a few kisses along strong features, before blowing raspberries hard against his cheek. Her laugh halting the motion as it bubbled forth, lips still against his cheek and arms around his neck.

t w o | Staff almost fell from the loose grip of her hand. Body nearly forgetting to snatch it as it fell free, narrowly avoiding that horrendous clatter it certainly would have made on the stone. Breath felt hoarse in her lungs — he’d not chosen to keep her at his side during the siege of Adamant. A choice that had stung more than she cared to admit. More than she’d ever admit to herself…though such had been said to Thunor in solace. The overrun of demons had been far too pressing, but this mattered little in the mind of those who bore but a few friends. Tabs had been kept on any and all she could, that is, until Fenriel and the others had disappeared. Ripped into the Fade by his own hand, that pet of Corypheus’ taking to the skies.

Yet he burst back through in a triumphant, determined manner. Leave it to Fenriel, she thought bitterly, to make such an entrance. The Grand Entrance: Part Two, Starring Fenriel of Clan Lavellan. Was it this thought that brought the overjoyed smile to her features? Or the sheer delight he was alive? Alright? Alive. Breath drew into lungs at last — mm, had she been holding her breath? As Fenriel finished speaking with Hawke, she wasted no time closing the gap between the two, words coming rushed as she approached, " Delavir, te’olathe’lan fenedhis! " One hand cupped his left cheek, her lips pressing against his left fervently. With such passion and heat. He was alive. " Fucking Maker, Fen, stop almost dying, alright? "

t h r e e | Most would presumably cry after discovering such a thing: last living relative dead. Yet here she sat, beneath the stars, nothing but the wind and the rhythmic tapping of her flask against her knee to keep her company. She didn’t need to look to her left to know who’s shoulder brushed hers. Who’s body warmth began to radiate with her own. Who’s shoulder she now put her head upon. One hand offering the flask to Fenriel absently as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. His scent more than enough to push those maddening, horrid thoughts to the recesses of her mind. Where they might remain buried for all eternity…some deity willing. If they did truly exist.

And yet through it all, he had stood by her. Knowing the horrors her Clan brought upon all who entered the Tirashan. Who found themselves ignorant of the dangers that lurk within the dark and twisting woods. The bloodlust that they all wore in their eyes; the very thing that perhaps pushed them to the slaughter of her mother and only remaining friends. And here he now sat; not doing as so many had done before. Not abandoning her. She wondered if he felt her lips pull into that melancholy smile they now wore. He certainly felt the kiss she planted there. Her head lifting to look at his eyes - thankful, hell, she was so thankful for him - before she caught the corner of his mouth in a kiss. Letting her lips linger there for but a moment. " You’re my world, Fen… " Whispered, nearly inaudible. Only adding " my dearest friend. ” as an unnecessary add on. Who needed words? They didn’t. They knew each other far too well. Head once more resting on his shoulder, arms winding around him as tears at last rolled down her cheeks.

f o u r | " So that’s it? I get no further say? " The desperation in her voice — she made no attempt to quell it. No attempt to place some ill conceived disguise over it with her shitty humor. This was no time for such ploys. Twisting betrayal and anger took hold of her features, hands on the back of her hips as they stood within his chambers. It’d been a question that plagued her well enough, and the fear he’d choose to leave her behind had ached. It ached greater now knowing that was indeed what he intended. " I don’t quite understand why. " Her voice trailed off, eyes searching the room. Not finding the answer there, she began to search his features. Had she not proven herself? Was she truly not as close to him as she’d once presumed? No, those were both foolish questions to ask herself, and she knew it.

A deep, aggravated sigh escaped her. And - at last - a surrender came to his will with a nod. " If that’s truly what you choose. " Sigriss began, slowly walking closer to Fenriel, hands slipping around his waistline. Always seeking that closeness. That feeling of his skin and body against her own. Some odd, necessity she’d grown to require. It fed her. Kept her satiated to have him so near. " Fine. Fine. " Whispered, head hanging as it bobbed a bit more. Honey eyes only looking up to his face. Absorbing and memorizing all that lingered there. With a slowness she did not know she possessed, Sigriss let her lips draw close to his, hovering but inches away. Before - at last, on a whim - they pressed to his with such ease and tenderness. Eyes fluttering shut as a hand came to grace along his neck. " You’re not allowed to die, Fenriel, got it? " She murmured against the skin of his lips. Not allowed to die. Neither of us are.

f i v e | Thumb traced idly along the callouses of his hand, fingers wrapping about his wrist. Her ear pressed so tenderly to his chest. So close that his heartbeat became the tune within her head. On and on and on it pattered; a sound she could not grow tired of. One she found could easily be considered a lullaby. Perhaps by one far more capable of romantic poetry. Idly, she considered saying the thought aloud before discarding it entirely. Head turning to look up toward the resting features of her dearest, her friend. The motion pushing strands of fire into her own face; a welcomed ramification. Not quite sure if he was dozing or had slipped entirely asleep, Sigriss wove her fingers through the hand of his she held. Either or, either or, she sang in her own mind. Either or, and I shall remain here for either or.

PRY INTO MY PERSONAL LIFE.    /       ACCEPTING.

cringiest fandom you’ve been in?

i mean, when i was 12, i was in the hetalia fandom on facebook rp. enough said. 

pineapples on pizza?