mythal--enaste

[mythal--enaste]

from @keepslore:

The package Dhavi offers Lia is small, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Inside is a collection of silk ribbons trimmed with lace, more simple ones of various colors, and various hairpins, all Orlesian. "I saw these and thought of all the lovely styles you could do with them," she says with a vibrant smile.

Liavera was surprised when she unfolded the paper, revealing the gift within. She chuckles a little, a hand reaching up to self-consciously touch her long hair. It was especially messy today; she'd stayed up far later than she meant to pouring over some new books over the excavation of elven ruins, and thus slept in that morning, leaving her with only enough time to hastily run a brush through it and toss it up into something resembling a bun.

Perhaps some more care for her locks was warranted, especially with how often they had to deal with stuffy Orlesian nobles.

"Thank you, Dhavi," Lia replied with a soft smile. She twirled a loose red strand thoughtfully between her thumb and index fingers. "Actually... do you think you could help me fix this mess? Maybe we could use this ribbon here..."

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EPIC: THE ITHACA SAGA change pronouns as needed!

i'd rather lie than allow them to think they've won.

i never thought i'd resort to this.

i don't know how much longer i'll last.

it was far from the norm.

could it be some kind of sign?

is it finally time?

i'll be here, buying you time.

time is fleeting.

time to be the man of the house.

let the arrow fly.

i'd rather die than grow old without the best of you.

i would not have it any other way.

i never thought that it would end like this.

i'll be here waiting.

we've been here for hours.

can't you see we're being played?

haven't you noticed who's missing?

i heard he's on a diplomatic mission.

channel the fire inside your soul.

i've suffered every punishment and pain.

i have had enough.

we have the advantage.

somewhere in the shadows lurks an agile, deadly foe.

we've the numbers and the might.

you don't understand it.

this man plans for every fight.

keep your head down.

the odds can be tilted.

you don't think i know my own palace? i built it.

our leader is dead.

the rest of us are no longer a threat.

let's have open arms, instead.

he's more cunning than i assumed.

let's make the bastard rot.

throw down those weapons, and i'll ensure you'll be spared.

i don't want to hurt you.

i've come prepared.

your very presence has doomed him.

come and arm yourself.

mercy? mercy?

my mercy has long since drowned.

all of you are going to die.

you've filled my heart with hate.

i've dreamt of how i'd greet you.

i can't find the words.

i wish i could show you.

i never could outgrow you.

how time has flown.

i'd make the storm clouds cry for you.

i'd capture wind and sky for you.

i'm finally home.

how i've longed to see you.

i'll be there in a moment.

is it you?

have my prayers been answered?

am i dreaming once more?

you look different.

your eyes look tired.

is it really you, my love?

i am not the love you knew before.

would you fall in love with me again?

i know that you've been waiting.

what kinds of things did you do?

i traded friends like objects i could use.

all of it was to bring me back to you.

i am not the person you knew.

could you do me a favor?

a symbol of our love everlasting.

do you realize what you have asked me?

i will fall in love with you over and over again.

no matter how long it's been, you're mine.

don't tell me you're not the same person.

how long has it been?

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been back to tweaking lia's look in veilguard

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omg for the longest time i couldn't find where most of my inquisition screenshots were. but i finally found them!! so many pictures of my girl that i thought were lost...

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MUNS, REBLOG AND STATE THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR USERNAME

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name: liavera lavellan

age: (at the start of each game)

inquisition: 29

veilguard: 39

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: heterosexual

liavera and asharis's lives began in tragedy.

ghilassan, the first of clan levallan, passed away shortly after giving birth to her twin daughters. to lose someone who had seemed so healthy and full of life all throughout her pregnancy sent a shock through the clan -- and especially those closest to her.

deshanna mourned her friend as she took her place as first, vowing to aid the twins' father, telselen, in raising them. though they never got to know their mother, the young girls were raised hearing about her love and duty towards her clan and people.

tragedy struck again when the two were still children. during a particularly harsh winter, when food was scarce and illness rampant, a group of bandits decided to prey on the weakened clan.

with little time to react, those that were still strong enough to fight held off the attackers, buying time for the rest of the clan to flee with what little they could. telselen entrusted his daughters into deshanna's care before going to take his stand with the others.

they never saw him or any of the other brave hunters again.

deshanna raised the young girls as her own until they were finally grown. when liavera came into her magic, she did her best to guide the young mage, teaching her how to control it, and warning her against the dangers of the fade.

liavera, however, was curious to a fault. though she did her best to heed her keeper, there was a limit to what deshanna could teach her. the young mage yearned to learn all that she could both about magic and elven history. only her own cleverness -- and occasionally her sister's intervention -- kept her out of any serious trouble.

when news of the divine conclave reached the clan, liavera volunteered to go spy on it. though deshanna was reluctant to let her first go on such a dangerous mission, she eventually relented.

liavera had always intended to return to her clan again, though fate had other plans for her.

after the explosion of the conclave, liavera woke up in shackles and with a strange and painful magical mark on her left palm. to make matters worse, being the only survivor, she stood accused of murdering the divine, and everyone else present at the temple of sacred ashes.

and if all of that wasn't bad enough, she stepped outside to se a giant tear in the veil, spewing demons down on all of them.

the new mark on her hand turned out to be a blessing in disguise. since she was the only one capable of closing the rifts that had been created by the explosion, she was able to quell some of the immediate chaos -- and earn herself a stay of execution.

liavera would quickly learn that each problem she solved beget several new ones.

though she was always uncomfortable with her newfound title of "herald of andraste," she more quickly took to "inquisitor." wielding her new power, she saw the opportunity to influence thedas for the better -- especially its treatment of elves.

though still torn from her own clan, liavera did not forget her roots. as she carefully navigated the complicated political stage she was now a player in, she used the opportunity to try to delve deeper into her people's history as well as honing her own magical knowledge. there were many more opportunities afforded to the inquisitor, after all; she'd be a fool not to take advantage of it.

with no clan to return to, liavera had planned to stay with the inquisition for years to come. despite all of the odds against her, she'd carved out a place for herself in the world that she was loathed to relinquish.

after learning the truth from solas, the inquisitor shocked everyone by suddenly announcing the disbandment of the inquisition. it was not a decision that she'd made lightly, but with the stakes higher than they'd ever been, she knew it had to be done.

in the years following, liavera made herself scarce -- preferring to work surreptitiously to avoid the eyes of the dread wolf. only when the world was on the brink of destruction once more did she emerge from the shadows again.

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i'm kind of new to this scene so please bear with me. ♥ because of that, i'll also probably be making some changes to things as i go. but for the most part, i'm just looking to relax and have fun, so i'll keep things simple.

SELECTIVITY. i'm very selective and will only role play with mutuals or people i already know. (ask memes are open to all though.) anyone is welcome to follow, but if i don't follow back/interact, please don't take it personally. i'm just extra cautious because of some very bad past experiences.

SPEED. my speed can vary but typically, i am a very slow writer. i'll usually try to give you an idea of how long it may take me to reply, but if you haven't heard from me for a while, you're welcome to gently ask for an update.

FORMATTING. though i enjoy a little flair, i will likely keep my posts relatively simple and legible because i'm old. that means normal sized fonts, spacing, formatting, etc. my ooc posts are all-lowercase out of habit, but i will be using normal capitalization and punctuation for all in-character posts.

EXCLUSIVITY. unless decided beforehand, every rp (and its continuations) is pretty much its own contained thing to me. so i'm pretty much down to have multiple ships and interact with different versions of the same character.

this may be subject to change as things progress, but it would require quite a bit of rapport between us/our characters.

TRIGGERS. i'd appreciate it if you tag mentions of suicide and self-harm (this includes harming oneself for blood magic). if you have anything specific you'd like me to tag, please let me know! i want to keep things safe & comfortable for everyone.

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a private rp blog.

in the beginning, she was the first of her clan. then, she was the inquisitor. and now... she's just liavera.

this is a side blog of @high-as-hope

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all veilguard spoilers will be tagged as #datv spoilers. other games' spoilers may be tagged similarly, but read on at your own risk.

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