#theodosiani

anonymous @theodosiani / liar liar! accepting.

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Kieran adores Sive. Happily calls her his Papa without hesitation and does not understand it when others are somewhat confused at the admittedly unconventional arrangement his parents have. That is his normal and he would not have it any other way.

Kieran feels very out of place in the alienage in Denerim at first because he feels like he is intruding. It takes a lot of encouragement from Sive to prove to him he is in fact wanted here and welcome. This part of his family loves him too.

Sive may not be an expert on magic like Morrigan and her magic may be limited in comparison but Kieran still wants to learn from her if he can. Anything she may be able to offer him he wants to know.

spice meme | accepting

There are two that occupy my brain completely and they are both self-indulgent. But...

Felassan is one. He's easily the one who knew Solas the most, aside from Mythal, and much later in a very weird way, Rook. But Solas' relationship with Mythal wasn't romantic or sexual to me, and Rook is...Rook is however you want to read that [I'm a Solrook believer, but again, it's all up to interpretation]. Anyways. His relationship with Felassan was close; they were confidants, they shared a battlefield together, and Solas didn't disclose the entire truth to Felassan about his goals, no, but Felassan was the one who knew firsthand that Solas was changing something. To me, they knew each other like the backs of their hands and worked seamlessly together, and that created a pocket of intimacy that was reliable, but not necessarily pursued.

@theodosiani / for ghilan'nain / x.

The dais before them soaks in particular sunlight. Yolk-like and divine, it pours through the oculus to mark the center where their All-father would stand, as if it loves him, as if it didn't exist long before him. The light spills no further than the middle of the steps, each downward dip waning the light further and further.

Solas stands at the delineation, feet planted firmly in the common dark. The span of his brow in finely arching branches feels oddly heavy, as he looks to his companion beside him. He does not take the next step. Rising above will only create depth below. "Your turn is nearing," he says, carefully neutral. "Do you feel prepared?"

Until his knees ached from the stone he knelt on.

Until he began to see his own face in the dark shadows beneath the bedframe.

Until she'd lain in bed, closed her eyes, and troubled no one but the spirits who clamoured to populate her dreams.

"Children are meant to be lied to," he says with a half-hearted conviction. "Across Thedas, across the sanctuaries I provided for the People, there were children among the number of the freed. I had told them they were safe, promised to protect them.

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Possible goose puppet account.

SAWYER, if that's their REAL name, is always sending me photos of geese. Pictures of geese. Stories of geese. Today, they were carrying "eggs" in their "pocket".

REAL PERSON? OR GOOSE? YOU DECIDE.

Sawyer hosts an immense cast of characters on their blog that would be hard for any HUMAN PERSON to juggle... unless they were, of course, a GAGGLE OF GEESE that took turns at the keyboard.

The signs are there folks. Open your fucking eyes.

Now, as before, he'd done his utmost to escape, to live, to hold to his promise. Now, as before, he'd failed. The eluvian he'd passed a moment ago flared to life, and Emithas had tried to run, but how can anyone hope to outrun his past?

The wards yet keep her out, but their degradation is enough for this, it would seem. Her power, cold and corrupted and all too familiar, takes hold of him, snatches Emithas off his feet, yanks him through the eluvian.

He had not kept to his promise.

abelas, Felassan.

Colder, still, is the grip of helplessness he'd thought to have long left behind. @theodosiani is speaking at him, he knows, but he can make little sense of it, not through his panic. Her grasp on him, now physical, a vise, shakes Emithas, and that is enough for what she says next to reach him.

"For now, I will have your obedience."

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