#「v: vir adahlen」 companion

[tanadhal]

Falls asleep in his lap, leaning on his chest. Probably drools on him a little? Yuck.

it’s not just the campfire that warms his cheeks. even when she’s gross, ahvir is relentlessly adorable, and fenriel smiles down at her with something both fond and amused in equal measure. it’s late. still, he can’t bring himself to wake her. this is as peaceful as their inquisitor has looked since the last time she’d slept and he’d have to be a monster to take that from her now. he closes his eyes, hears only the crackle of the kindling and ahvir’s quiet breath. feels only her weight in his arms and the fleece blanket that warms them. 

this is fine, he thinks. he’ll just sleep right here.

[tanadhal]

WELL I heard that you like getting sat on in front of your boss. And that you steal clothes.

ya heard any rumours lately? / accepting

    ❝ oh, yeah? the inquisitor tell you that? ❞ 

[tanadhal]

Unthinkingly traces her fingers across his vallaslin. "Wow, you're pretty."

such a sweet woman they have at the helm of their omnipotent inquisition. her touch is gentle — adoring in the way those fingertips follow the curves of his vallaslin. fenriel smiles. every earnest response he manages to divine sounds too cheesy, too cheap for the moment. so he falls back to humour — reaches out to cup her chin, pursing her lips together with just a bit of a squish. ❝ and you’ve got me all to yourself. ❞ he cajoles, leaning down as though the pair might kiss. ❝ aren’t you lucky? ❞

[tanadhal]

lil kissy

     ❝ where’d you get off to? ❞

[tanadhal]

Kisses his neck!

❝ are you trying to cause a scene? ❞ not that fenriel’s complaining, of course. on the contrary, he thinks it’s hilarious. and should some noble party-goer come upon the lovers in their little alcove? let them gawk.

[tanadhal]

@ximisaari

this is not his mission. he should be out of sight, out of mind — a shadow as invisible as the rest of the elvhen staff. but xim’s looked either miserable, bemused, or both any time he’s looked to check on him and fen can’t help but worry. the shems are cruel and he was not made for this. ❝ are you alright? ❞

[tanadhal]

@kaaras-adaar cont. from here

jobs? did he do mercenary work? fenriel supposes there’d always been plenty of demand for that sort of thing, and especially so for someone with magic. tal-vashoth mages aren’t exactly a common sight. ❝ just in passing, y’know. or to trade. there were a lot of vashoth around the coast after that kirkwall mess. ❞ most of them just wanted to be free, of course, but some were no better than bandits. and like bandits, when they strayed too close to clan lavellan’s camp, it was fenriel’s duty to rectify that mistake. the bigger they are, right? 

he shrugs, ❝ i think they just liked us more ‘cos we weren’t human. ❞ it makes sense enough. the shems up there were either wary or downright hostile to anyone who so much as looked qunari for a while after the invasion. but the dalish? what do they care for a few human lives? certainly not enough to spite potential trade partners.

[tanadhal]

❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ @Kaaras

an old meme smd / closed

how long did those horns take to grow out, he wonders. years? decades? fenriel’s head tilts, curious and bird-like. he’s only briefly met kossith before kaaras, and all of them vashoth — small settlements of farmers and tailors, maybe the odd mercenary passing through a human market for supplies. they never said much, no matter how charming fen might try to play it. just bartered whatever they needed and went off along their way.

❝ yeah, i’d imagine not. ❞ do they hurt? do they itch? do kossith scratch their heads against trees like the halla do in spring? ❝ they are nice, though. i saw a girl once with the ends plated in steel. ❞

[tanadhal]

why don’t you make me?

suggestive nonsense / closed

they’re fooling around as they are wont to do; errant kisses and wandering hands no doubt a welcome respite after so long a day. fen’s caress is unhurried, his cheeks warm with ale and mulberry wine. and he’s appreciative of every inch of flesh that he touches, rough fingers gentle beneath the loose fabric of xim’s shirt. 

of course, to help the inquisitor unwind is a pleasure. he’d be happy to work the last of the stress from his shoulders, if only ximisaari would lie down and let him. and he tells him as much — something admittedly more along the lines of get on the bed, but the intent is the same. except all that fenriel receives in return is that cheeky why don’t you make me? and without hesitation, the foot that had been at ximisaari’s instep sweeps him off his feet, a swift hand at his chest guiding his fall back onto the sheets below.

everyone’s the same when they’re on their backs. fenriel smiles where he looms above him, a small and devious thing. his voice sounds just how he looks; as pleased as can be. 

❝ alright. ❞  

[tanadhal]

@ofrevas

❝ hey — hey, lana, check it out; ❞ he’s splaying his legs about as far as their throne allows, chin up and eyes cast down in an exaggerated look of superiority. ❝ i’m the inquisitor. ❞ he croons, a smile threatening to crack his regal facade. and who can blame him? they're both about a bottle deep in some ridiculous tevinter vintage.

[tanadhal]

She hasn't put on clothes yet, the sun barely rising; Inquisitor rests upon her bed upon her stomach, watching him walk about the room. Too sweet, even, to be called fliration. The sun spilling over the horizon, gold upon his cheeks, a halo about his hair. Her smile is drowsy, enchanted, hair a mess atop her head and look a mess upon her face; such moments birth small honesties. Voice is breathless. Bursting with love. "Fenriel, do you know how beautiful you look right now?"

he’s pulling his curls back into the braid his sister taught him. over, under, over again — tight enough that it doesn’t come loose, but not so tight as to damage the hair. with how early fenriel wakes, he’s done this a thousand times already, and all without waking sweet exhausted ahvir. honestly, he’d still thought her sleeping until that little voice calls his name.

❝ are you high right now? ❞ he quips. but as fen turns, he sees that look upon her face. so open and unguarded, so divine beneath the light of the morning’s rising sun. fenriel’s expression softens and he approaches, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.❝ i have to be something to deserve you. might as well be pretty. ❞

[tanadhal]

Why would the Inquisitor be interested in some flat-ear like you?

ask fen about his datefriends/casual partnersalways accepting

no. NO. he’s earned his vallaslin. he’s a better shot than anyone in the marches — a better hunter too. but that stupid word still guts him the same as it did when he was a boy, a skinny runt from a backwater alienage just looking for a friend. still, the frost creeping up his spine fails to crack his haughty mask, and fenriel regards them the same as he might an ant in his bedroll.

❝ i’m dalish, idiot. ❞

[tanadhal]

So, the Inquisitor. She any good in bed? She seems like she'd be into some freaky shit.

ask fen about his datefriends/casual partnersalways accepting

it’s condescending, the way he claps their shoulder. like a silent chin up, friend for someone you wouldn’t much mind seeing trampled by a herd of brontos. he smiles, patient. 

❝ you’re never going to find out. ❞

[tanadhal]

the inquisitor looked pretty flustered at that last meeting with the nobility. that wasn't your doing, was it? ;)

ask fen about his datefriends/casual partnersalways accepting

❝ i might have caught her in the corridor before she could join them. y’know, for someone who flirts so much, it’s ridiculously easy to make her blush. ❞

[tanadhal]

drapes themself dramatically over him

        ah — the perfect size. he gathers alanari in his lap and covers their cheek in kisses.

[tanadhal]

⁇⁇ holy shit mom

things fen would ask if he had no self-control // selectively accepting

     ❝ when did you know that you loved me? what did i do to deserve it? why don’t you love yourself as much? why are you so set on dying? would you rather i were rem? do you still think about her when i hold you? do you know that you deserve better than me? am i enough? ❞