#elgrnan

[ymirgel]

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[berthindeath]

@elgrnan liked for a dialogue starter

“ — you really think you’re going to win this. “

[zalimbane]

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[nobodyexpectsthe]

❝ your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy. ❞

The gods were just mages, Solas had told him. Just mages.

But like so many other things that had tumbled from the Dreadwolf's maw throughout the ages, those words were tainted by a lack of perspective. And for once Pirith felt no bitterness, For it had been his truth. What was a god to a god but another man?

But regardless of what the bards may sing, Pirith Lavellan is only a man. What choice does he have but to bend the knee, lowering his head in supplication in the hopes it buys enough time for those greater than him to do what they must.

"That is what I am seeking to do, All-Father," the elf says, gazing up to meet the man's steely gaze. One would think the man is not in his head, as seductive as a pretty gold coin to a beggar, but he is.

Oh, he is.

And that means the very best he can do is stroke the man's ego to buy time, before the light of the sun itself incinerates his resistance. His voice is deceptively calm and light despite the circumstances, unwavering despite the blood dripping onto the immaculate tile of his quarters from his nose.

With his last act, Pirith does what he does best - he lies.

"The old ways may be long gone, but I was brought up with the pride of Arlathan in my bones... I have sought to build up my place in the world to honor the grace and elegance of the Evanuris, and shun the lies the Dreadwolf speaks."

How would he have felt had Solas never told him the truth? How much better prepared would he and his forces have been had he been graced with more of it. Pointless questions to ask now when Skyhold has already been taken by Blight. Bitterness seems into his smile as he extends a hand to his once-God, a dead man's very last act. He'd been doomed the very moment he had ordered Skyhold to evacuate, scattering his men and bidding they follow plans he had not been privy to lest the God wrench them from his mind.

"Whatever it is you would seek of me, you shall have it. I am but your loyal servant, your worship."

For even if his body survived, it would no longer serve his own will. He was no god, no Dreadwolf, and his mind would not survive whatever purpose Elgar'nan had kept him alive to serve.

[veilblade]

@elgrnan asked: i want the k ! 10. A kiss along the jawline

Raena felt warm, too warm perhaps, with mind hazy. The warmth was not her own, she soon realised, eyes opened slightly to see a familiar daunting shape around her. She groaned in protest, closing her eyes once more as her hand blindingly reached out, feeling along Elgar'nan's chest and up to his shoulder, his neck. His arm around her pulled her closer and Raena buried her face blindly into the crook of his neck, exhaling a sigh. The tip of her nose traced over the side of his neck until it nudged his jaw, that was where she stopped... and placed a peck of a kiss to his jawline. Humming contently to herself, she placed another along it, and another...

[selunaris]

Pet the dragon!!! / @elgrnan

Despite her reservations, Luna obeyed, extending out her hand to him and tentatively taking a step forward. This was starting to sound like a bad idea-- what if the dragon decided she looked delicious and wanted to take a bite of her? What if this was how she lost her hand, or arm, or her life? She could not help looking terrified as she reached out, glancing between the god and his dragon, wondering which would smite her first.

[abanbas]

@elgrnan asked: 🌺

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

Eye to eye with Elgar'nan, Sire only gave him a blank stare as his large, nimble fingers placed a flower in his hair. The elder gxd had to bend to meet him at this level. Sire was sure it was not a common occurrence, for the great Elgar'nan to bend his knee to a pawn like him. Though he would suppose, Elgar'nan, as his center truly believed himself the shepherd. Taking all those forgotten and shunned into his fold, his loving warm embrace.

"Your flower, my thorn." The other must've known, the lyrium dagger's tip press ever so slightly that it would only take one swift nudge, and Sire could taste it on his tongue. The satisfaction of watching the other crumble, his ancient blood pooling and Sire would still be left wanting. " Keep your friends close, enemies closer and it looks like you agree." He drags the dagger upwards, tearing the finery that adorned the large elf, tilting his head before pushing just enough for the tip to break his skin. " It's a pretty flower but I have no intention of being a kept Qunari." He smiled, leaning close enough that his lips were at Elgar'nan's ear, his voice holding a polite chill unusual to his normal demeanor. "I believe that's checkmate, your lordship."

[valleyofblood]

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They look at him with wide eyes, wings a little puffed in suprise. “Oh! Thank you, Lord Elgar'nan.”

They're also blushing.

[selunaris]

@elgrnan asked: [ CLOSER ]:     while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…

There was nowhere for Luna to go, not with Elgar'nan pinning her to the nearest wall, decorated in one of the many mosaics depicting himself. It had been effortless on his part to just hoist her up so they were closer to eye level, to press her back firmly into that wall. Though she had every bit of faith he would never drop her, Luna still clung tightly to his robes, a rather stunned expression on her face that he had pinned her like this. Her expression softened however upon noticing the way his gaze lowered, lingered, upon her lips, before meeting her gaze once more. Was it... hesitation, she wondered? Probably not. More a silent question, one Luna was quick to answer.

With a surge of confidence, her hands left his robes to grasp each side of his face, fingers spread underneath his ears, securing his face firmly as she pulled him to her and moved to meet him, to capture his lips with her own with a passionate, forceful kiss. Her legs wrapped around his middle for support, her fingers curling into his hair as her head tilted to one side, deepening their kiss and breathless once she parted from him.

[theredconqueror]

❛ so, tell me, do you want to punish those that have wronged you? ❜ (@elgrnan)

does a fire long to burn? does a knife desire to create a wound? does he want to unmake that singular person who had taken everything from him? it is the only reason he can think of to want to live, when despair had been drowning him so long. the self-handled blade and the river of crimson that had not meant to summon a god but only to lead him to peace makes him dizzy with wonder if this is a dream. he has only been given suffering, how could he ever expect that someone might ever come to save him? he is on his knees, his black robes imperceptibly stained with blood as he looks up, as if he could hope to see or grasp that which he has summoned, praying that it is something other than his own foolish imagination. he drops the dagger and clasps his hands together in prayer, so tightly knit in pressure that only more blood spills out onto the floor of his father's bedroom, inherited by him upon his passing, but it had never felt like he'd grown into the golden, prideful scales of his father. "there is nothing that i want more in this world," he choked out, his fading energy kept alive now by the willpower to struggle against the foolishness that he had wrought from trying to give up. "you—" he does not know still if there is a you, if it is all just himself, his stubborn instinct of self-preservation. "who are you?"

[mvrcar]

@elgrnan liked this for a starter!

Aways the same. Always the same. The scenario is always the same. No matter how hard he tries, Felix feels like he's walking in circles. No, not feels like, he is walking in circles, lost in the fade, or in his mind, or somewhere in between. Under Elgar'nan's spell.

"Neve!" He cries out, turning his head left and right. "Davrin! Where are you?" Rook tries to keep his voice still, tries not to let the terror seep in, dominate him. But his companions are nowhere to be seen, and the blight is drawing closer. He grits his teeth and looks up, into the cloudy non-sky. "Elgar'nan!" He roars, hands tightening their grip on his blades. "Come get me! I'm the one you want. Let them go!"

He doesn't know where he finds the courage, or what in his mind suggests that provoking an elven god is a good idea, but if it can deflect Elgar'nan's attention from Neve and Davrin and bring it to himself, then so be it. He has never been the brave type, but for them, he will be.

[sarastuss]

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I AM VERY LATE TO RESPONDING TO THIS, but thank you so much!! 🥺💛 i am feeling very soft!

[fortunesblade]

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AW SHUCKS you are a hoot and so talented !!!

[lunarfey-moved]

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NO U

[postmortiem]

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Thank yiiiuuuuuu !!! I know its ooc but the elgar'nan blog....... to send this...... is menacing. Love you ! Have a great and happy new year ♥

[soiasan]

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Aw, shucks! Thank you! And right back at you!! We should write more! 😤😤😤😤