#delvyre x gale

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let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

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galevyre holiday commission from @commander-sarahs-art !!! look at them!!! my darlings <3 <3 <3

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OH MY GOD??????? THIS IS !!!! WOW THANK YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

UM um I'm so late to the party but I heard it was @full---ofstarlight's birthday the other day????

i drew u some gale x delvyre I hope u like it!!!! and happy belated bday xD

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galevyre kisses from @chimeowrical !!!

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Darling, I would do it again If I could hold you for a minute

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Gale and Delvyre by @valkblue !! Look at them!! I love how this came out, the details are so wonderful!!!

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astronomy in reverse, it was me who was discovered

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lkasjdaklsj so so stoked at how this gale x delvyre commission from @redreart came out!!! look at how happy they are!! :3

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wip wednesday

i just wanted to write out the full not magical gale scene tbqh. anyway, here's some steamy making out (nothing too spicy yet, idk if i'll ever finish this)

There’s a mischievous spark in her eyes. She kisses him again, and he grasps her waist with both hands, holding her firmly against this body. She’s warm. Not miraculously hot or unnaturally cold. Her skin does not pulsate with power. She is just warm and soft and her hair tickles his face. There is so much hair, thick and soft and full. Some of it gets caught between their lips. 

He wants to apologize. He feels like it’s his fault, somehow. But she simply brushes it out of the way and leans to kiss him again, parting his lips with her tongue. One of her hands pushes his hair back, her fingers gently raking against his scalp. The other is still firmly on his shoulder. She shifts her body so that she fully straddles him now. 

It’s the feeling of heat between them, heat coursing through his body and making his heart beat faster, that makes him pull away again. 

“Are you sure you want me like this?” he asks. “I can offer you so much more than… well, just me.”

“Gale,” she says, softly, and she looks at him so warmly that his breath hitches. “You don’t have to give me anything.” She touches the side of his face, her thumb brushing his cheek, and then leans to kiss him gently on the corner of his mouth. 

He still doesn’t know if he believes her, but before he can say anything else, she kisses his neck and the hand that is on his shoulder slides to his chest, right over his heart. He’s hyper aware of his heartbeat now — not just his heartbeat, but the aching void where the orb lies in false slumber. It doesn’t hunger like it once did, but Gale knows that this is temporary, that right there in his chest lies the arbiter of his own destruction.

Delvyre’s hand rests right over it. He reaches to curl his fingers over hers. Her lips meet his throat and he feels her tongue hot and wet against his skin. His breath hitches. She kisses down to his collarbone and then gently traces her lips over the dark magic that still stains his skin.

No, not the magic. Not the orb.

His heart.

Her lips brush against his heart, softly and gently, and for a moment he doesn’t feel that empty ache that throbs in his chest. 

A new kind of hunger overtakes him. A carnal one that engulfs him and burns through his body. From his lips, a groan escapes, and he grabs Delvyre’s hip to cant their bodies together.

She chooses this moment to sit up now, a satisfied smirk tugging up on her lips as she leans back, looking down at him. The moonlight hits her hair, turning the copper strands into gold. She trains her flame-licked eyes directly on him as she slowly unties the strings of her corseted top.

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isadora x cullen // delvyre x gale

celeste x zevran // artemis x liam

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in this ADORABLE picrew!

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I GOT A CUSTOM DELVYRE PIN TO MATCH THIS GALE PIN!!!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! From Yana Inti on Etsy!!!!!

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tagged by @gwynbleidd to fill out this otp template... so!! here we are! did my current obsession ofc, but this was such a fun template i might do it for some other ships eventually :3c

anyway! if you want to fill this out, tag me so that I can see your little guys and their lovers hehe

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In a small whisper she adds, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

“On the contrary,” says Gale, “I’d feel quite guilty if I found out tomorrow that you had a terrible dream and did not stir me from my slumber.”

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On the road to Baldur's gate, Delvyre wakes up from a terrible, terrible dream – one that strikes more fear in her than all the cultists of the absolute. She turns to Gale for comfort, and he patiently listens to her in the late night.

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My Galevrye piece for @lovebytheriverzine is up on AO3!!! Check it out and also check out the FREE zine here!!

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just some oc x canon ship height hcs

not pictured: nyx x garrus bc i dont even wanna fuck with turian bdoy structure <3 <3

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short rest

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honestly just massively impressed at my own improvement !! ah! nothing like being cursed with oc x canon thoughts to force your hand at art <3 also idk what backgrounds are <3 <3

ref pic

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wip wednesday

idk if this will manifest into anything longer but i did want to post a little galevyre drabble because i am soooooooooooooo normal about them hahahahahahahahahaha ha anYway, this was conceived as a 5 x 1 which explains the first sentence:

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The first: her eyes remind him of a fire. 

“Tell me — was it this resemblance that sparked your propensity towards evocation? Or is it all merely a coincidence?”

She scrunches up her nose, which Gale has learned to mean she is trying to find her words. That’s not entirely accurate. Delvyre has plenty of words — perhaps too many, which is why when she takes a pause to speak, that means she is carefully choosing which of the many words flitting through her mind should grace his presence. 

“It’s a coincidence,” are her chosen words, but then she also adds, “Mostly.” And that stirs his curiosity, but then she adds a third statement: “You’re not the first person to make this comparison, you know.”

“I’d be disappointed if I was.” 

“The first person is the reason.” She laughs, that full-bodied way she does, eyes crinkling shut and her teeth bared to the world. “My father used to call me his little flame.” And then she turns those golden flame-licked eyes towards him, not a trace of sadness or regret within them. “He died in a fire.” 

“That’s fascinating.”

Immediately, he regrets his choice of adjective. He shouldn’t be telling her that her father’s death is fascinating, because it isn’t. It’s tragic and sad, but what’s fascinating is that despite that, she chose to study elemental magic and harness flames of her own. What’s fascinating is how her eyes light up when she conjures fire and how in a heated blaze, her hair whips around her and it’s like she’s an inferno herself, the very thing that killed her father. 

But Delvyre tilts her head back as she looks at him, still smiling.

“I know, isn’t it? No one else seems to think so.” 

Her eyes crinkle again. Her smile widens. He sees that her left incisor is ever so slightly sharper and longer than her right. He wants to ask about that, wants to know if there’s a story behind her chipped tooth, just as much as he wants to ask about the scar across her face and the glimpse of the tattoo he’s seen on her left shoulder. But that would mean admitting that his gaze lingers on her, and he’s already admitted enough by talking about her flame-licked eyes.

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eepy snuggle pile doodle

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yes i know elves dont sleep actually but let me have this

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A sneak peek of my piece for @lovebytheriverzine !!!! The zine is coming soon, and will be free and digital only!!

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Have tease of a sweet little Galevyre moment <3 <3

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[text in image:

“Sorry.” She pauses and rests her cheek on his arm. “I had a very terrible dream.”

He doesn’t answer, but instead moves, lifting the arm that she clings to so that he can wrap it around her. She adjusts too, her head now resting on his chest. She can hear his beating heart and feel his warm skin and smell the faint scent of lavender.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m still deciding.” Her head feels heavy, like her mind is still swimming in the dream. She clings to him a little tighter, trying to pull herself awake. His fingers gently card through her hair and she sighs, sinking closer to him. And then, in a small whisper she adds, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

“On the contrary,” says Gale, “I’d feel quite guilty if I found out tomorrow that you had a terrible dream and did not stir me from my slumber.” He keeps his voice light, continuing to stroke her hair. Sometimes his fingers catch in the tumbles of curls, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he patiently twists his fingers in and out of her hair, not ever tugging too much.]

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Delvyre & Gale