have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

It's the same with softer sounds. A purr is that low, gravelly mmmmm noise of pleasure, or words warm and smooth as melted chocolate. When someone chirps, it's bright and happy and quick, the syllables a little clipped in excitement. Panting is not tongue lolling like a dog; it's a heaving chest and words that are half-breath.

'Red had no beginning and no end. It fused with his bones, bonded with his muscles and ligaments. It was in every pore of his skin, every filament of hair, every scrap of cartilage. He saw it whenever he opened his eyes, felt it in every touch of his skin, smelled it in the air. When liquid poured between his lips, he tasted red. When voices spoke to him, he heard the sibilant hiss of lyrium, answering the thrum in his chest. It was everywhere, everything, and it held him in its fist as completely as a sword was held in its sheath.

And he was content.'

-Wander the Drifting Roads by mortonsspoon

Reading the Witcher books I can't help but think of the cold, unsettled sea, the sharp cliffs wet from salt water, the cry of seagulls and the endless sound of surf

DA Sapphic Week Day 5: Religion or Confession

Pairing: Cassandra Pentaghast/Hanan Lavellan