#velancea

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Love wasn’t quite a stranger to Velancea, but it was no good friend, either. Sure, she knew the idea of it. She loved her brother, and no matter his feelings towards her, she always would.

She loved Trahearne and Dragon’s Watch - they were her family; a bond she could never replace or recreate.

But to love someone in the sense of giving yourself up to another was absolutely foreign to her. She’d heard stories of it and seen it in action, but the feeling was something she’d never experienced before.

How does one know when they’re in love? How do they know that that’s what the feeling is?

Perhaps it’s in the way they laugh - be it full-bodies and loud, or a soft chuckle under their breath. Or in their sarcastic, annoying comments that could be better timed in certain circumstances.

Could it be in the way his low voice seems to cut through her every distracting thought and bring her back to reality; the way he knows when and how to take command in serious situations, and show her how to take a deep breath and relax in less taxing ones?

Maybe it’s in the way her stomach gets that weird, fluttery feeling when his violet eyes bore into her with so much emotion and attention that she can’t look away or form a coherent thought.

The way his hands feel on her shoulders when he works out the tension in her muscles; his lips lingering a little too closely to her ear when he speaks quietly with her…

Perhaps one knows they’re in love when they can’t keep their mind off the other person and focus on the task at hand; when all they want is to feel their touch and hear their voice in person, rather than over a buggy communicator; when they just want more even if they don’t know what more is because they’ve never known feelings like these.

These… gooey, fluttery, fucked up feelings that make her want to grab a bottle of whiskey for the night.

She hated them.

Even more gifts for fantastic people. ❤️

I finally got around to getting screenshots of my leafy Commander Velancea! (I also got her some nifty wings cause they finally went up for sale). Also got her a griffon. Because my life is too invested in this game.

But here she be! I love her so much that I just cryyyyy. She's a sassy little salad with a flaming hammer to bash the baddies

so uhhhhhh someone put me in a really shitty mood and because of it, I finally got to writing the argument that really happened after Path of Fire’s The Sacrifice mission. Short and written in a bit of a rush (and I haven’t properly written in months), so it’s not written the best, but oh well.

Lots of cursing, cause Vel is like that. And I’ll never not be angry about how Rytlock dropped this bombshell and how the commander handled it.

Read on AO3

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”He looked just like any other spirit trapped in the Mists.”

“Oh, he did? From what I hear not every damned soul is bound in chains, Rytlock. Not every soul can restore fire to a fucking sword!” Rytlock grimaced, eyes still cast to the ground. Velancea clenched her fists and grit her teeth. She felt herself trembling with complete rage.

this was a lot of fun to think about! thank you!

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Velancea: she definitely has two left feet, but that doesn’t stop her from trying! Canach has had his toes stepped on many times, but still pulls her in for a slow sway every so often

Clodagh: being the seductress she’s always been, Clo is a natural dancer. she can take any role and flawlessly sweep anyone off their feet (she also very much enjoys a good, relaxing slow dance every now and again)

Dyphileia: while “slow and easy” exists nowhere in Leia’s vocabulary, she is very great at quick paced Irish step dancing and Scottish country dancing (think that one kingdom dance scene from Tangled). Just the whole quick and hoppy feel, ya know? She often does this in areas where they dock upon finding someone playing music, or will do it on the ship should someone break out a tune. Many have said it’s almost mesmerizing to watch

Remulys: where Vel could never dance without some help, Remi is secretly a fantastic dancer, and has been one since the day he emerged from his pod. He used to do it all the time in the Grove with other saplings. Now, though, he doesn’t dance - except for the rare occasion part of his old self breaks through on the spot, or he is pretending to be someone he isn’t and merely playing the part undercover to keep hidden