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        cynical as ever, it would seem. although, where morrigan’s words would once have dampened her mood, leliana finds a warm nostalgia to them. perhaps absence truly does breed fondness, she considers as she slides from the polished sill beneath her and into the room. it is luxurious and plush, as is expected of the quarters of celene’s inner circle. and honestly? she had expected to find morrigan out of place, here. much to her chagrin, morrigan fits seamlessly with the gilded doorframes and extravagant decor. 

“titles are a finicky business, as you well know. some of us have found ourselves in a position out of necessity, to serve a purpose or a higher calling. although, we cannot all be lucky enough to find ourselves in the personal favor of the empress. most cannot gain such affections without the use of magic… or information that she cannot afford to lose GRIP of.” 

the nightingale crosses the room to the other woman, and all at once, the years of experience behind her as a shadowed agent of the chantry seem USELESS. once again, she finds herself several years younger and enchanted by a tall, mysterious witch. with secrets hidden behind a piercing gaze that leliana will never completely decipher, not for lack of trying. 

“you were expecting me, i see. we both know that you are far too aware of the dangers of an open window. how did you know?”

      morrigan’s eyes rolled of their own volition . the self righteousness slipping free from the cracks in leliana’s words -- the nightingale’s words -- was almost unbearable . . . almost . if only the beautiful stranger warming her room WERE the most insufferable person morrigan had run across in orlais . . . 

      but her face remained as approachable as ever ( cold and stoic as a marble statue )  before she decided to allow her own words to wedge themselves between them both -- either to diffuse or ADD to the tense aura however , remained to be seen .

        ❝ we both know you are but an open book to me , ❞      morrigan spoke in a low murmur into her glass . eyes held contact as long as they could before flicking half heartedly to the shimmering remnants of her blood red drink , and as the contents retreated passed equally ruby lips , morrigan untangled herself from her self-hold . empty crystal coming to rest atop the marble top of accented furniture , she once again found her gaze upon the lay-sister become enigmatic reach of the maker himself .

            ❝ a book i seem to have misinterpreted . i had assumed you realized the folly of claiming your connection to the divine years ago . still playing the part of crusader ? ❞

      a beat of silence , and morrigan allowed herself a quick yet indulgent look up and down her former companions body . accenting the show with a regarding hum , she continued without further pause .

                 ❝no matter . though , i must ask , ❞      she ventured as her gaze flicked back to the painting , lingering questions severing in the stagnant air .         ❝ what will you do now ? was this a social visit borne of curiosity , or does the faith demand my life ? ❞

      words lazy , morrigan found a ghost of a smile touching her lips regardless .          ❝ either way , i suspect as our business concludes i shall be LOCKING my windows . ❞

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divinesleft​:

@korcariapostate​ stinky starter for a stinky boy

      nimble fingers hook around the sill of the conveniently open window. though, she doubts that this is the doing of luck as much as the doing of the mysterious arcane advisor that celene is keeping secret from the chantry. justinia had sent her to find the identity of the new member of the empress’ court, as if she didn’t already KNOW. 

but in a similar way, she knows that the arcane advisor would be expecting her. while her position as sister nightingale is HIDDEN to those around her, this witch in particular always had a way of seeing through whatever barriers she had erected to protect herself. 

leliana pushes herself up and through the inviting window, swinging her legs over the sill and steadying herself to perch on it, eyes immediately fixed on the woman occupying the room. thank the maker she had found the CORRECT room. 

“i wonder if you understand just how precarious your position is here. you are a long way from the korcari wilds, morrigan.”

      grand glass windows allowing just enough fire and moonlight from the sleepy palace grounds to touch pale exposed skin , morrigan was far from BOTHERED as she was addressed so personally in the privacy in her own room . her own room -- how quaint . it had been the quarters of some relative to the regal family by fleeting acquaintance alone before her arrival , no doubt , and yet now it was the private sanctum of the ARCANE ENCHANTER , and the spiders hidden in their webs alone . curious then , how anyone would -- nay , could -- have deduced morrigan’s identity . her arrival a secret , and her presence a scandal , morrigan wondered on briefly as to the nature of the rather personal intrusion . . . 

         and not at all of the culprit .

        ❝ we are just as far from lothering , sister . ❞

      curt reply drowned by the kiss of red wine at her lips , golden eyes continued their fixation upon the equally gilded touched painting before her . some scene from years passed , no doubt painted by a great orlesian master that outsiders such as she barely cared enough to name . alcohol tickling her throat , the witch offered a soft clear to cut through the stillness left in her voices wake .

                 ❝ so many people of such incredible influence filling these halls of gilded lions . . .  ❞      her voice meandered pointlessly in melodic cadence before trailing off to a tapering halt . . . and that was when her attention shifted from the oil painted history before her , to the friend turned stranger still darkening her window .         ❝ all so attached to their lofty titles . pray tell , how many have they EARNED ? ❞

      one hand cradling the crystal stem of her drink , and other wrapped around her thin , satin clad waist , morrigan finally turned her body to leliana .

        ❝ though , it seems as though you now sit rather precariously , hm ? come inside properly lest you decorate the marble walk with your blood . ❞

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“you will BREAK!”                                                                                      “i will DIE first.”

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                                                            as told by georgia.

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      //why didn’t anyone tell me that thedas’ equivalent of chirstmas was basically Earth Christmas but if it was back in the middle ages??????

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divinesleft​:

       leliana scoffs at the question. hopelessly, she wants to respond. the truth is, the world has been so much of a blur since becoming sister nightingale, she’s not entirely sure which part of herself to follow anymore. perhaps that’s why she finds herself here instead of the room filled to the brim with weapons, assignments for countless spies and the quiet chirp of birds settling down to roost. 

and while morrigan’s presence would end up to be even colder than the rookery in the end, it represents something much WARMER to her. the rookery is a room for sister nightingale, dark and empty, with sharp corners and walls far too thick to penetrate. morrigan’s room creates memories of being huddled around the fire with the reluctant witch and those who had dared to face the blight with them. 

she remembers the friendship, the innocence, and perhaps she also remembers the way that morrigan’s golden gaze quickened the beat of her heart just a little. leliana crosses the threshold from the endless corridor, a wave of relief washing over her once she finds herself somewhere she finally feels SAFE. 

“i’m sorry to intrude so late. were you sleeping?” 

     sarcasm a bitter barb ready to lash from her tongue , morrigan managed to curb her venom -- only just -- with a sullen  ‘ no ’  in response . hands weaving themselves back under her blanket - turned - cloak to tug the ombré furs back over her body in earnest , morrigan found herself quite unable to meet the other’s eyes outside of their quick golden glance . had the nightingale been some else -- ANYONE else -- morrigan would fear she had been poisoned , for as her heart struggled to regain a normal rhythm , her mind fluttered back to their first meeting so many years ago .

     she turned into the room then , blanket dusting the dustless floor as she did . what an inconsequential meeting it had been too : the world looming over the plucky band of would - be heroes , and a town now RAZED in the wake of a blight . there was a tavern , and a band of ruffians . . . and then there was the utterly unlikely . the gorgeous rogue introduced herself without warning , without delay , and with all the raw splendor of a HURRICANE .

     perhaps morrigan had harbored feelings for the other in some fashion -- such a suggestion now seemed redundant as her heart’s palpitations ceased -- and perhaps , by suggestion , they may have even stubbornly persisted with time .

       ❝ your presence is far from an intrusion , ❞       the witch spoke over her shoulder , and as morrigan reached her bed she turned , sat , and reached a splayed hand beside herself in invitation . oblivious of how PREDATORY her gaze may have seemed -- golden and piercing in it’s calculating glory -- her eyes never left the other’s face . unwavering ; as she should have been a decade prior with the one one she spent a lifetime CONSIDERING .

              ❝ though , i must admit , ‘tis a curiosity . ❞       she sat straighter as her hand retreated to her lap .         ❝ i did not expect a visit from one of the inquisitor’s inner circle at such an un - goldly hour . ❞

     a brow raised in pointed sarcasm .         ❝ truly , an honor to be singled TWICE now for such a holy undertaking . ❞

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w-wief... 😳

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@korcariapostate​

    she’s been drinking. the stench of nameless liquor not strong but not untraceable on her lips. the bottle has been long since discarded. she’d like to remember that she placed it gently on her desk, to be cleaned in the morning. but the truth is leaning towards the fact that it’s been THROWN haphazardly in a bush somewhere around skyhold. 

    and while she’d also like to believe that she would end the night in her own bed, drowning her sorrows in warm sheets and perhaps more alcohol, her body has other plans for her evening, bringing her straight to the place she perhaps would least like to find herself in the morning. she finds herself at morrigan’s door, not knocking, but instead standing in front of the wooden door until her presence becomes noticed. 

    the sun’s light had begun it’s lazy retreat over the snow capped mountains of the frostback’s hours ago -- lights of vibrant BLUE shifting triumphantly into a painting of oranges , pinks , and violets , until finally the two moons began their own arch over the somber , star studded sky . lights within the stone room she called her temporary home dragging across the floor as if born of the hands of the maker himself , morrigan could seldom remember lighting the myriad of candles dotting and accenting the ancient walls around her . . . though , if one had to guess , it was done in the way skyhold knew : with the hum of MAGIC , and the poise of one confident enough to wield it .

     so by candlelight , as the stars above as witness , and as illuminated by dancing flames in their multitude , morrigan simply stood before the great window of her chambers . chilled wind untouched by the magic of the castle doing it’s part to nip at exposed skin , the witch found herself grateful for the furs clinging to her body . it was enough , then , to summon a memory -- cold winds of ferelden touching upon her pinkened flesh , visions a decade old flashed behind golden eyes --

        -- in an effort to shoo them away , morrigan turned away from the night’s splendor . window latching behind her at the suggestion of her magical blood , it was only then morrigan noticed her visitor -- the same idol of such vivid thoughts standing lamely , like a beaten HOUND waiting for PRAISE . shadow in her barely ajar doorway a familiar one , it was only as she approached her ONCE COMPANION did she notice her state .

       ❝ are you lost ? ❞          morrigan chided as her hand emerged from under fur to push the door open completely ,         ❝ your bleak rookery lays on the other side of the castle . ❞

              yet the witch stood aside in invitation .

                 ❝ ‘tis too late to wander so aimlessly . come inside . ❞

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// nah , we good ❤

what if i........came back

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MOBILE : when did i say id be back? the 20th ? of october ? hi anyway - im now nearly two whole months on testosterone , and while i've been dragging my feet for a thousand different reasons , i am still planning an eventual return to this blog , to morrigan's , and to my future fallout canon multi-muse ( but more on that later 💛 ) .

in the meantime , i figured it would be only fair to offer my account specifically for my testosterone journey : " testosteroneandgoldies " , found both here on tumblr, and on instagram . until my eventual comeback , i'm deciding how best to go forward , but thank you to everyone who's stuck around . and to those who haven't i wish you a wonderful night 💛

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leliana :

@korcariapostate​ said: “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” //i had to FIGHT to send this oh my god

        “some of us more than others.” 

    the response is mumbled under her breath, although she’s well aware of the fact that they both have their fair share of sins. the only difference between them being that leliana keeps her sins hidden under a cloak of shame and religion, whereas morrigan wears them plainly on her sleeve. she wonders how FREEING that must feel. 

        “you know, i am curious. i know how i intend to repay my debt to the maker. i have been doing so for years. how do you intend to pay penance for your SINS?”

      a faint laugh -- perhaps too condescending and abrupt to be considered POLITE -- and morrigan drew once piercing eyes from the spymaster to instead wander upon the stone prison she had claimed as her new HOME . it was nice , in an oppressive and rather BLEAK sort of way . when exactly leliana had abandoned the realm of sunshine and mabari pups to instead wander into what MORRIGAN had once considered ‘comforting’ was something morrigan did not know -- what she DID now know however was it was her turn to speak . to atone in words alone the hurt she had caused in their years apart .

      but just what had she done ? leliana had only been left to her own devices , and as a direct result leliana had become a force to be reckoned with . people FEARED the divine upon the sunburst throne she supposed , but there was in fact a more immediate name upon frightened lips : the nightingale .

         she felt the chills travel through her spine , truly .

        ❝ i’m afraid i do not know of what ‘ sins ’ you speak . ❞       a flagrant disregard for another’s feelings ? perhaps . but such words were spoken lazily with a wave of a pale hand , and an avoidance to meet the eyes of the spymaster’s . 

               ❝ i have made my share of mistakes -- ‘tis true -- but i have atoned for any ‘ sins ’ i may have garnered . any slights perceived are merely . . . coincidental . i’ve no need for the pettiness of rivalries and the like . ❞

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      // SO HI these posts are going on weeks old , but i figured i’d let everyone know the whole story on THIS blog . so , long story short my testosterone got denied . it’s in appeal as i write this , but i’ve finally decided to come back in a limited capacity . i’ve been worried daily ( as one would expect ) and expecting to take on a full writing load is frankly . . . hopeful , at best .

      SO TO FURTHER CONDENSE A FULL STORY : i’m coming back here . for real this time . i’ll be dipping my feet into the water , so to speak , and trying to re-immerse myself into writing . thank you everyone for the patience !!

MOBILE : its been a week now since my projected return time , and i figured id give a heads up -- im going to be out for the foreseeable future . for those following , i was prescribed testosterone a week ago now , and it has still yet to go through . as such , I am still far too distracted to think of returning , but understand that once it does go through and is in hand , I'll be returning here , on morrigan ( @korcariapostate ) and possibly even on maxson ( @eldermaxscn ) . thank you for sticking around , ill be back soon .

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MOBILE : guess who's got a consultation with a doctor on tuesday abt starting hrt ???

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      i’m not here rn , but i NEED you to know that literally every night @divinesleft​ and i talk abt modern leliana and morrigan --

      -- fave rn is the idea of leliana’s sbux drink of choice being a venti cold brew with five espresso shots , and morrigan constantly tells baristas to remake her own drink if even ONE ice cube is out of place . the employees see the two of them approaching and honest to god hide -- last one out of eyesight has to serve them :///

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leliana ​:

      a breathy laugh follows the knowing grin that creeps onto her lips. and while morrigan talks of the hope that she’s been holding for quite some time - that the magister will not be a threat forever, and soon enough, things will be done, one way or the other, and they will have to live with the consequences. she hopes that the inquisitor wins, of course. 

       “surely.” she teases. “have i not told you of the lover that waits for me beyond the waking sea? he writes me the sweetest poetry and sends the finest gifts. i do wonder what he will think of you.”

     there is, of course, no lover. there hasn’t been 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 since she had parted ways with morrigan. but if the witch is going to make her intentions so obvious, then she’s going to try and have a little 𝐅𝐔𝐍 with her.

      for several moments , morrigan CONSIDERED the spymaster’s words . it would only be FAIR that she would have moved on -- only RIGHT that she would finally be able to close the chapter of her life the witch had once graced . . . it was only a shame she didn’t believe the other for even the slightest of moments .

        ❝ he sounds quite the charmer , ❞       she finally offered to the papers upon her table . and then , morrigan stood from her sit , turning to face the other with a slight grin .

            ❝ ferelden ? marcher ? ❞       her voice was light , and her chin was raised only EVER SO slightly . . . and she drew toward leliana slowly , DARING the other to speak .         ❝ ah -- perhaps ANTIVAN ? ❞

      morrigan reached leliana , looking down upon her with a raised brow .

                  ❝ such a LOVELY and well traveled woman such as yourself -- why , the men of thedas must be STUMBLING over themselves for the opportunity !! ❞

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leliana ​:

@korcariapostate​ // (heaven - bryan adams)

   “𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 can take you away from me.”

      mind had been wandering , but as leliana’s voice dragged morrigan back to the present she found herself completely ANCHORED by her thought . morrigan was no fool -- she remembered the decade that had passed between them untouched , and unspoken -- and as she pulled herself from her work ( idle work at best ) amber eyes looked to the spymaster in earnest .

        ❝ many have tried and failed , ❞       morrigan agreed softly .

               ❝ the magister shall not remain a threat forever -- even if he does , i imagine we shall not have to WORRY forever . ❞       morrigan looked back to the papers lining her desk .         ❝ what -- pray tell -- comes AFTER the end of days for you ? surely you must have a life , and a lover to return to . ❞

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                   is DEATH your only BLESSING?

                                                                           indie mutuals only leliana of dragon age

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leliana :

       she remembers the second the sky split in two. she remembers the hungry green glow from the fade that threatened to swallow the world whole and she remembers, in the midst of all the chaos, of all those around her screaming and running for shelter, reaching for the ring that hung around her neck, sliding it from it’s chain and resting it on her finger. 

       she had taken it to be looked at shortly after morrigan had given it to her - she knew of it’s enchantment and while she looked upon it fondly, she wasn’t going to give morrigan the satisfaction of sharing her feelings all of the time. but this time was different, her heart still ached for the witch, of course. but this was a matter of her 𝑺𝑨𝑭𝑬𝑻𝒀. 

   confusion was first, and then came a strange sense of recognition. she knows that morrigan was aware of the ring finally being worn. and as quickly as she had put it on she removed it again, turning her attention to the world around her. 

        “not even a ring enchanted to perform such a task could provide a window into your feelings. i felt 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. that was enough.” 

      after all, she had just hoped that morrigan had 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑫 the explosion, and hadn’t gotten herself mixed up in everything that had been going on. even if she hadn’t been seen for 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. 

         “you must think me foolish. to hold on to something so sentimental all these years. while you have made it clear you harbored no such sentiment.”

        ❝ ‘twas what you now call FOOLISH that kept me hopeful those long years . ❞       thumb continued to circle the rosewood ring -- a predator circling of the remaining unspoken SENTIMENT still lingering between them both . and it was palpable -- a quiet ember just YEARNING to be rekindled between them both . morrigan felt it , and despite her outburst , she knew in her heart leliana felt it too . . . for why else would the ring only just NOW be seated upon her crooked index finger ?

      but morrigan knew of her mistake -- it weighed upon her HEAVILY , as it always had -- and as the witch pushed her seat out , then rose to her feet , she looked down on leliana from her inches higher vantage point .

         then , as she held her hand out , ring still carefully held as if it were a delicate treasure , morrigan offered it to leliana for the second time in her life . face stoic and unreadable , eyes traveled from leliana’s gaze , to instead settle upon her own hand .

            ❝ what i do or do not harbor is of little import . ❞       morrigan’s voice was calm yet melodic , and as it directed to leliana in the most honest way she could , the witch kept her eyes averted .

        ❝ i have made my mistakes , and i shall no doubt continue to make them until my dying day -- to admit otherwise would be arrogance even I have left untouched . ❞       a pause .         ❝ and yet , i cannot claim against ever loving you . what we shared . . . ‘twas foolish . reckless . and yet , in my eyes , ‘twas entirely REAL  . never doubt such a thing . ❞