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vhenadhal-blog · 7 years ago

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◐ || “the way you speak___ it’s as if you’re reciting a poem,” is merilin’s response a few beats after solas finishes waxing lyrical about his fascination with dreaming in ancient ruins.

“it’s nice,” she adds, ensuring that she intended to compliment him. part of her almost dislikes the way her accent (north-eastern free marches, with notes of a dalish lilt in the vowels) hits her ears after listening to his voice. odd, inconsistent, and occasionally, if rarely, difficult to comprehend if she’s careless.

the corners of her lips soften into a half-hearted but warm ghost of a smile. still restrained, held back by a variety of inner doubts on her part, but a decidedly rare gesture of calm from the reserved herald.

it’s an abrupt change in topic, but merilin’s missed speaking her mind without fretting about any weight or implications her words might carry. the man gives off an air of serenity without compromising his determination, and she almost envies him for that. freedom and knowledge bleed from him like he’s brimming with the stuff. she can’t remember the last time she could visualize herself befriending someone, enjoying their company rather than merely braving it. not to mention she’s grateful that he has the experiences and language to fill the gaps of her silence.

@atishabanalras

#atishabanalras #ˢᵗʳᵘᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ; (ic)#ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ; (v. inquisitor)#( no need to match length lol this definitely ran away from me real quick )#( and if it isn't obvious i'd say this is at haven maybe pre-scouting the hinterlands aka where she REALLY gets stressed out )#( also her accent is p close to standard irish #which is what the dalish sound like #except hers isn't as thick )#( like for a second she sounds like she's speaking unremarkably then she hits a long 'a' and it's like oh nvm )

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vhenadhal-blog · 7 years ago

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◐ || "...you’re giving these to me,” she huffs softly, almost as if she didn’t intend on voicing the thought aloud. sharp hazel eyes narrow at the reports being held outstretched by cullen, then flick up at the commander, several beats passing without her accepting them. instead she scans his eyes for mischief, because entrusting tactical documents to an elf as if her input has any value should be downright laughable.

as per her ever-persistent refusal to appear anything but stoic and alert, she remains totally guarded, letting little show except her skepticism and caution.

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#( we goin all the way to the beginning here #merilin is barely grasping the concept of humans addressing her with some measure of respect and trust bc whaaaat )#templararmor #ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ; (v. inquisitor)#ˢᵗʳᵘᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ; (ic)#( she will be suspicious for like ever nothin personal cully wully )

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vhenadhal-blog · 7 years ago

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dom&tweaked merilin tag dump because i guess we’re doing this

#ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᶤᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵇˡᵉˢˢᶤᶰᵍ ʷʰᶤˡᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵈᵉᵛᵃˢᵗᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ; (face / merilin)#ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶜʰᵃᶤᶰˢ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ; (aesthetic / merilin)#ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᶤ'ᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᶤᶰ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ; (musings / merilin)#ᵘᶰᶠᵘʳˡᶤᶰᵍ ˡᶤᶠᵉˡᶤᶰᵉˢ; (headcanon / merilin)#ˢʰᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ; (v. companion / merilin)#ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ; (v. inquisitor / merilin)#ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍˢ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ; (v. modern / merilin)#ᶤ ʷᵉᶰᵗ ᵇˡᶤᶰᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ; (domnall / morrigan)#ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗˢ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠʳᶤᵉᶰᵈˢ; (musings / domnall)#ᵃ ˢʰᵒᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵃᶤᵐᵉᵈ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗʰʳᵒᵃᵗ; (headcanon / domnall)#ˢᵘᵇᶜᵒᶰˢᶜᶤᵒᵘˢ ˢᵒˡᶤᵖˢᶤˢᵗ; (face / domnall)#ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᶤˡᵛᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ᵒᵘʳ ˡᵘᶰᵍˢ; (v. second blight / domnall)#ˢᵗʳᵘᶰᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ; (ooc)#tag dump #( this aint all of them but it'll do for now )

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vhenadhal-blog · 7 years ago

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help me understand. (from solas but i dont feel like switching accounts on mobile OOPS)

deep-ass starters

◐ || “SOLAS…” these debates about the implications of her actions tire her, but he won’t relent until it’s out of his system, merilin knows this. she’s thankful they share a mutual respect, because she doesn’t know how she’d fare under his critical gaze otherwise. she accepts the consequences of the future, but that isn’t always enough for him.

he won’t see that merilin cannot afford to dwell on the past, lest she looks back and recognizes how closely the ghosts loom at her heels (or worse___they leave).

she rubs at her temple and shuts her eyes, frowning at her own inability to articulate herself as well as he does. maybe if she had the words, he could actually understand and escape the discussion.

“what’s done is done. i let morrigan drink from the well because she is more qualified. that’s all.”

@fadedforthem

#( solas is 2 extreme for her sometimes #he goes on these rants and shes like #ok cool but also are u ok bud #please relax #real friends let u know youre being extra )#fadedforthem #charyka #ˢᵗʳᵘᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ; (ic)#ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵈ⁻ᵉʸᵉᵈ ᵐᶤᶜᵉ ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ; (queries)#ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ; (v. inquisitor)

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