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morganofthewildfire · 4 years ago

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After Hours

- 8k words

CW: NSFW, strong language, not suitable for readers under 18

Based on the prompts:

“You look good all soaking wet”

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you”

“What? Does that feel good?”

“When we get home I’m going to cuff you to the bed and go down on you all night all night until my jaw is sore”

And of course: there was only one bed

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Aelin usually didn’t mind the many work conferences she was forced to attend, usually liking the time away from the boring office, and the all expenses paid trips that she tended to take advantage of. Of course, the actual days of meetings itself were a drag, and she preferred to zone out instead of actively paying attention, but the evenings after were always good times.

Because all expenses paid meant drinks too, so a few shots and a scandalous outfit generally made everything a lot better. And everyone else always had the same idea, because the resort bar was always packed.

On a normal trip, Aelin would go socialize, chatting and flirting and usually going back upstairs with someone from another company. She’d met her last boyfriend that way, although Chaol had turned out to be a total jerk, and after one argument taken too far, she’d dumped him and resolved to never get that invested with a person at one of these events again. Just harmless fun instead.

But Rowan Whitethorn was proving to be the end of that. Not because she would get invested in a relationship with him, gods no. But because she hated him, and his presence would ruin any sort of fun she managed to have.

It still baffled her why Rowan had volunteered to come to this conference with her. They’d been coworkers for a few years, so he knew it was always her who got assigned to come, and she knew that he was fine with that because he despised these types of things. And her. So it made no sense why he’d suddenly done a 360 and offered to tag along.

But when she really thought about it, he’d been acting weird for a few weeks. Their desks were unfortunately near each other, and instead of arguing or taunting her like Rowan normally did, he’d been silent. More sullen and brooding, like he was ignoring her.

Aelin didn’t like to admit it, but it wasn’t a nice change. It just made work more boring without him to bother. She didn’t even know why he’d flipped like that. The only change in the office had been a recent hire, but Dorian didn’t even work in their department. He’d visit every so often, stopping to talk to her about various things, but he’d never even said a word to Rowan.

So the buzzard was just cranky apparently.

“Can you turn the music down?” Rowan grumbled, tapping his hand impatiently on the wheel. Aelin looked over at him incredulously, ignoring his request.

He met her gaze out of the side of his eye but then quickly looked away, staring back at the road. “It’s too loud.”

She rolled her eyes, reaching to turn the volume not down, but up. That’s what he got for insisting he drive the whole four hour drive from Orynth to Rifthold. The person in the passenger seat was the DJ, it was just the rules.

Rowan scowled but didn’t comment, letting the obnoxious pop music take over the car once again. Aelin was too stubborn to admit that she didn’t like it either. She had to prove a point.

“Are we almost there?” She complained after a few minutes, dropping her head onto her hand and leaning against the door. “I’m tired of being stuck in a car with you.”

Rowan glared at her, annoyance burning fiercely in his green eyes, and she darted her gaze away, shifting uncomfortably to hide the arousal coursing through her at the sight. That was yet another thing she would never admit. He was the most attractive man she’d ever godsdamned seen, and no matter the arguments and the fights and the genuine dislike between them, Aelin couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be in his bed.

It was too bad that she would never find out.

—————

An hour later, Aelin proved herself wrong.

Even if it wasn’t in the way she wanted, she would be in his bed, because somehow the hotel had booked their room wrong, giving them a single instead of a double. Or maybe it was their company, because they were used to Aelin going by herself. It was annoying, but unless either of them wanted to sleep on the floor, she’d be spending the night with Rowan.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” he said as he paused and laid eyes on the room, repeating her thoughts. She was tempted to agree and let it sit at that but… she felt bad.

“Am I too much of a nuisance to share a bed with?” Aelin shot at him, raising a brow and hiding behind snark instead of saying what she really thought. Rowan frowned.

“I’d really just rather not,” he mumbled, huffing and dropping his suitcase on the generic carpet.

“So you’re going to sleep on the hard ground the night before a long and boring day tomorrow?” She raised a brow. “I don’t think so. I already deal with your shit attitude at the office, I don’t need it here too.”

He looked like he was going to fight her on that, so she sighed and closed her eyes. “Look,” she continued, “it’s late, and I’m tired, and I don’t want to argue about this right now, so please just get in the godsdamned bed and stop complaining like you always do.”

Without waiting for a response, Aelin dropped her bag too, digging inside it for the stuff she needed, and stormed off into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, it didn’t take her long to get ready for bed, but she hesitated before exiting. She’d never been anywhere with Rowan like this, and she’d packed before she knew he was coming. Hence her nightgown.

It was short, and silk, with lace edging the bottom and the neckline, showing off her assets in a way she wasn’t sure she wanted him to see. Knowing him, he’d make some sort of spiteful joke about it, implying rude names for her that he would never say out loud but would always hint at with that judgemental tone of his.

But she wouldn’t let him bother her like that. No. She was her own person, and he had no bearing over what she did or what she wore.

So Aelin waltzed back out of the bathroom, confident in the light pink garment. She was cynically pleased to see Rowan listening to her, laying in the bed, with the lamp on and a book in front of him.

He glanced up distractedly at the noise, but then flicked his gaze to her completely, eyes widening at her outfit. But then they narrowed, annoyance flickering in them.

“You don’t have any proper clothes to wear?” He said snarkily, looking back at his book purposefully. “I can’t say that surprises me.” Aelin glared but didn’t let it get to her as she walked over, purposefully bending over to show off her cleavage as she climbed in next to him.

“I just wanted to show you what a good looking woman looks like,” she said sugary sweet. “I’m sure you don’t have much experience.” He snorted harshly but didn’t respond. She rolled her eyes and laid down, shifting around to find the best spot on the shitty mattress.

In the process of getting comfortable, she accidentally brushed against Rowan, pushing her back into his side slightly, and he hissed and pushed her away.

“Gods,” he muttered, “if we’re sharing, you better keep to your own fucking side.”

She rolled over and stared at him incredulously, annoyed by his dramatic response. But he was already rolling to face away from her, reaching to turn the lamp off. It seemed like he was already done with her.

Fine.

——————

Aelin grumbled and fidgeted on her feet, fiddling with the ID tag around her neck as she waited for Rowan to get back from the bathroom. The lobby was packed, so it wouldn’t be surprising if there was a line, but still. She was frustrated it was taking him so long.

Her cheeks heated as she thought of him, embarrassment flooding her senses.

They’d woken up that morning entangled, her body completely tucked into his, with his arms wrapped around her back and their legs entwined. Aelin had no memory of getting into that position, and she’d sprung away right as she realized what was going on, but for that brief moment before she was fully awake, she’d wanted to stay.

And that scared her.

They’d avoided talking about it all day, quite easily actually. From early morning to late afternoon, they’d been stuck at the conference, attending seminars and meetings and speeches and such, so they’d never really even had a chance.

Aelin was, for once, grateful for the dreadful schedule. No confusion needed to be mixed into their already chaotic dynamic.

She wasn’t sure why they’d been so tumultuous right off the bat. He’d been working at the marketing company before her, and when she was hired and had been introduced to her department, he’d given her the most disdainful expression she’d ever seen. It had been flickered with something else, but she’d never been able to interpret it so she just ignored it.

He’d been rude that whole first day too, so she’d started being rude back, and then it just never stopped. All of their coworkers would agree that it would be weirder for them to work cooperatively than it would be for the infamously difficult boss to give them all raises and giant Yulemas bonuses. Aelin knew both she and Rowan would agree with that, which was why the last couple of weeks had been so off putting.

But she wouldn’t bring that up, especially now.

“Ms. Galathynius?” A male voice called out from behind her, and Aelin turned to come face to face with a smiling brunette man, one who looked vaguely familiar. He was quite handsome, with tan skin and soft brown eyes, and she found herself smiling back. “I’m Sam Cortland, from the Hamel Marketing Corporation,” he introduced, nodding his head in greeting. “I was in the room for the seminar earlier on marketing to small businesses, and I just wanted to say how impressed I was by your input.”

That’s where she recognized him from. Aelin remembered seeing him around all day, and in the seminar he was mentioning. It was odd, because there were so many other events at the same time it was unlikely to see the same person that much.

And that, paired with the smile he was giving her… well, it seemed she’d found her entertainment for the evening. Her smile turned sly.

“Thank you, Mr. Cortland,” Aelin said, adding a teasing edge to it, “I’m glad someone was paying attention. Rather than the crowds of people already thinking about the drinks they’ll have tonight.” She dared a small step closer.

“Please, call me Sam.” She looked up at him from under her lashes.

“Alright...Sam,” she murmured, testing out the name on her tongue. The look in his eyes as she said it made heat race through her.

“Aelin!” A different voice called out, and she turned back around, scowling. Rowan was standing there, near the elevators gesturing for her to come.

“Gods,” she huffed under her breath. She looked back up at Sam. “I should probably go,” she said apologetically, “otherwise he’ll get cranky. But I’ll see you later?”

“Of course,” he said cordially with a nod and a secret little smile, and his gaze lingered on her as she left. Maybe she swished her hips a little more than usual as she walked, showing them off in the tight pencil skirt, but that was neither here nor there.

Especially not as she reached Rowan, looking down at her with crossed arms and a frown.

“What?” Aelin snapped, glaring at him.

“You have the room key, and I want to go upstairs,” he muttered, and she rolled her eyes. But she yanked her purse off her arm, beginning to dig through it for the card.

“Gods, just get your own damn room key,” she breathed, “I’m surprised you haven’t just taken this one yourself.” Rowan just huffed.

“Who were you talking to?” He asked as she continued looking, obviously trying to sound casual. She snatched the key from her purse and looked at him incredulously.

“He’s from HMC, he was complimenting me for my input in the seminar from earlier,” she raised her brows, “the one you didn’t attend.” It was his turn to roll his eyes.

“Maybe I should’ve if your words were so enlightening,” he spit. Aelin shot him a discreet middle finger, hiding it from view of the rest of the crowd. She didn’t need a petty fight messing up her reputation among her peers.

After finally grabbing the key, she stormed past him into an elevator that had just opened and let a group of people out. Rowan seethed and followed her.

“I’m going up too,” she clarified sharply, “And then I’m changing and going back down.” Aelin stared at the wall of the elevator, waiting for it to ding when they reached their floor. “Sam wants to hear what I have to say, so I’ll be spending the evening with him.”

Rowan’s face tightened, but he didn’t say anything.

The rest of the ride up was silent.

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Aelin burst out laughing, leaning forward and resting her hand on Sam’s forearm, trying to hide the snort that was threatening to escape her.

“You can’t be serious,” she managed to say while chuckling, looking up into his eyes bright with amusement.

“I’m dead serious,” he confirmed, shaking his head, “I was so mad, but I couldn’t say anything! That’s what I get for having that asshole as a boss.” Aelin took a risk and left her hand there, even as they finished laughing, leaning into him slightly as she grabbed her drink from the bar top, taking a sip. Her dark red lipstick stained the glass.

She’d spent a lot of time curating her outfit for the evening. With gold dust over her eyelids, black liner following the edge of her eyes, mascara making her lashes dark and bold, and highlighter lining her sharp cheekbones, she looked like something out of a very private dream. Her dress was a golden masterpiece: short, silky, and tight. It melted to her skin, and everytime she moved, it was like a shimmery gold wave. A sleek high pony and heels completed the look.

Rowan had had an aneurysm when she came out of the bathroom looking like that, Mr. Professionalism to the extreme. He was under the impression that at any sort of work event, they should dress like they were at work. It was easy for him to say, considering he looked like a god in his dress pants and button up shirt. Aelin looked decent enough in her work clothes, but she was ready to let loose. And everyone else dressed their best too, it wasn’t just her.

Like now, the crowds of young workers surrounding her at the bar were dressed much differently than the pressed suits and dresses from earlier. Women in low cut shirts or short dresses were talking and laughing with men in jeans and more casual shirts, stuff they’d wear out. In fact, Rowan was the only one not dressed like that, brooding on the other side of the bar in the same clothes he’d worn all day. The heat had made him take off the jacket and roll up his sleeves, though, showing off his tattooed arm and neck, and the sight made her a little weak.

A few drinks in and she was imagining how it would feel to have that arm lift her up… maybe press her against the wall… holding her tight as he fucked her…

She shook her head, focusing back on Sam. She was here for him. Not for the coworker she was pretty sure she hated, no matter how good he looked.

Sam lifted a hand, twirling a piece of her hair in between his fingers. “I bet you would’ve put him in his place, though,” he said, slightly deeper than before. “I can’t imagine you taking shit from anyone.”

“That’s because I would,” Aelin replied, looking at him from under her lashes. “No entitled dick is going to tell me what to do. Hopefully you don’t fit into that category.”

“I would hope not,” he said with a small chuckle, “you can do whatever you want with me.” The words were kind, and meant to be suggestive, and was the answer she was pushing him to give, but… she couldn’t help the flicker of disappointment.

A bit of cold seeped into her, dispelling the tension, but she ignored it, forcing herself to stay leaned in. That wasn’t his fault. He was perfectly nice, and handsome, and would likely treat her well, but it wasn’t what she was really - into.

But it was fine. It would be fine.

So Aelin turned her smile a bit seductive, tilting her shoulders forward to make her dress gap a bit.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” she murmured, and he grazed a hand up her arm. She could feel Rowan’s gaze burning her, but she ignored it, trying to ground herself in Sam.

“There’s a club downtown that just opened, the Vaults I think,” He said, “do you want to get out of here?” He tilted his head, and she found herself nodding. He reached out a hand and she took it, pulling her up to a stand.

She was about to follow him out of the hotel, but something in her compelled her to pause. To look back. To make eye contact with Rowan, who was looking at her through the crowd, confusion on his face.

“I’ll be right back,” she found herself saying, slipping out of her mouth before she could stop it. Sam nodded and shot her a small smile as she walked back into the crowd.

Aelin took a deep breath, composing herself as she made her way over to Rowan. As she approached, he looked up, meeting her eyes with a dark expression. Before she could lose her nerve, she steeled herself and declared “I’m going out with Sam, to a club. I’ll be back later.”

Rowan paused, his face flashing with something unreadable before settling into a flat expression.

“Is that really the smartest idea in the world?” He asked drily, leaning back against the bar and running a finger over the rim of his glass.

“Are you serious?” She asked, letting out an incredulous laugh.

“We still have meetings tomorrow,” he continued, “I don’t need you representing the company hungover.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think I was asking you, I was just doing you the courtesy of letting you know.” He opened his mouth to respond, and she knew that Sam was waiting for her, but she couldn’t help but keep arguing. “You know what? This is so like you,” she spit, crossing her arms, and it was Rowan’s turn to narrow his eyes.

“What is? Being responsible?” He drawled, raising a brow.

“Being an asshole,” she responded, taking a step closer. “I don’t even know why you came on this fucking trip, all you’re doing is complaining.”

“Oh I’m complaining,” Rowan said, with a little more snap. “Think about how often I have to put up with your whining at work.”

She huffed. “Is that why you’ve been ignoring me recently?” Aelin didn’t realize how much closer she’d subconsciously moved toward him, practically standing in between his legs.

“What? You’ve missed me?” He said snarkily, and she huffed a laugh.

“Like I ever could.” She leaned forward slightly, only vaguely realizing her chest was pretty much in his face. She looked down, meeting his green eyes that were looking at her with an unidentifiable emotion. “I wouldn’t care if you died and I never saw you again.” She tried to keep her tone vicious, but it softened slightly, caught up in his intense gaze.

“Well then, maybe I should princess,” Rowan murmured, and she didn’t miss the way his gaze flickered down to her lips.

“Maybe you should,” she whispered, returning the favor. She watched as he darted his tongue over his, wetting them. A moment hung between them, tension pulling taught, and then… he was kissing her.

Her brain stalled for a second, her body instinctively sinking into it. Because it was a good kiss. His mouth was soft and warm against hers, his hands sliding around to her hips to pull her closer. She found herself grasping his hair, leaning in and tilting her head to the side as his tongue slid in, making sweeping movements inside her mouth.

A moan escaped her, and the sound woke her up. She was kissing Rowan. She was kissing Rowan Whitethorn.

She yanked herself back, breathing heavily and staring at him with confusion. His eyes were dark with want, and he leaned back in to claim her lips again, but she pulled away, pushing his hands off of her.

“What the hell?” Aelin spit, furrowing her brows. “You can’t just kiss me like that.”

“You seemed to enjoy it,” he said casually, looking unphased.

“Fuck you,” she hissed, pushing back further. “You can’t tell me what to do, so I am going to the Vaults with Sam and you are just going to have to suck it up.”

His face smoothed into a dangerously calm expression. “You shouldn’t go alone. This isn’t Orynth.”

“I can handle myself,” she spit, and then with one last glare, she left.

Aelin was shaky as she made her way back to Sam, her hands unsteady as she lifted them up to her lips. Gods, what was that? Every inch of her was begging her to go back to Rowan, to drag him upstairs, or to the hallway, or the nearest bathroom and let him have his way with her.

Heat was rushing through her, rolling around in her core, but she took a deep breath, heading toward Sam.

“Okay I’m ready,” she breathed when she reached him, faking a smile in his direction. Hopefully that was true.

—————

True to his word, Rowan showed up to the Vaults too, likely to keep an eye on her, out of false superiority and fear that she would screw things up for him. Aelin had rolled her eyes when she saw him enter, but hadn’t said anything, too busy at the bar with Sam.

A few more shots and she was laughing beyond reason, leaning heavily on him due to the limited space. It was extremely crowded there, giant groups of people and loud music and strobe lights filling the space.

She made eye contact with Rowan from across the room, in between dancing people, and he scowled. She raised her brows at him, watching as he frowned more. She tossed back the shot in her hand, maintaining eye contact as she wiped her mouth.

He rolled his eyes and then she looked away, back to Sam. Out of the corner of her eye, she unconsciously watched Rowan, frowning as a tall girl with pale blonde hair went up to talk to him, rubbing her hand up his arm. Aelin wasn’t sure why that sight upset her, but it did, so she ignored it, shoving the feeling down. Shoving the memory of his lips on hers down.

“Do you want to dance?” She asked Sam, looking up at him from under her lashes. He nodded and set down his drink, lacing their fingers together and leading her out to the floor.

The music changed then, the bass hitting heavier and the melody turning darker, and when they made their way out into the throngs of people, Aelin turned to face away, leaning back against him.

His hands immediately went to her hips, pulling her ass tighter against his body. She pressed herself against him, shoving her back into him as she swayed her hips to the beat of the song.

Her skin was overheating, everywhere it touched his, and she breathed heavily as he began pressing hot and wet kisses to her neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed into her skin, and she laid her head on his shoulder, exposing her neck more. Aelin tried to sink into the feeling, tried to lose herself in him, but something compelled her to look up.

So she did. And immediately made eye contact with Rowan, leaning against the wall alone once again. He was staring at her with dark eyes, sipping on a drink, and she knew if she tried to look away, she couldn’t.

A thread was pulling taut between them, some sort of electricity holding them together. And maybe it was because of the kiss earlier, the feeling of his hands holding her hips, so much rougher than the ones holding her now, or the simple fact that despite all of the arguing and the fighting, she still wanted to know what he godsdamned tasted like, she held his gaze. And began rubbing herself against Sam more, shoving her ass into him even harder, grinding with an intensity guided by sheer desire for not the man behind her, but for the one across the room.

From the way he clenched his glass, and the way his eyes shuttered as he tightened his jaw, her method was working.

Still holding his gaze, Aelin lifted her hands, threading them in Sam’s hair and pulling his head to her neck once again. She let her eyes fall half shut, melding her body to his and imagining it was Rowan not him.

The way his green eyes still held hers made it easy to believe.

She sighed, Rowan’s magnetic presence grounding her while making her float at the same time. She dug her hands into Sam’s hair more, heat rushing through her. She was going to combust, she was going to lose it, she was going to explode if she didn’t feel Rowan’s hands right now.

He lifted his brow, as if sensing her thoughts. But instead of the action being snarky and arrogant it was filled with lust, fueled by the way she was moving, as if he was imagining her moving on him the same way.

She needed to calm down. She needed to focus on Sam, not him. Despite their kiss, Rowan didn’t want anything to do with her, and she didn’t want anything to do with him. That wouldn’t go anywhere.

So she closed her eyes, breathing in Sam’s scent, ignoring the other man.

Soon the song was ending, and she was anticipating his voice asking her if she wanted to go back to the hotel, and she was preparing herself to say yes, when a different voice cut through.

“Can I cut in?” Rowan’s deep voice murmured, making her shiver. Sam paused, clearly uneager to leave, but when she turned around and gave him a slight nod, her efforts to convince herself against her desire failing, Sam frowned but conceded. He likely recognized Rowan as the man who’d been with her most of the day, and realized a fight would be futile.

He pulled back, letting his hands drag off her body as he walked back slightly into the crowd. He looked upset, but when she smiled reassuringly, he nodded and left. Aelin watched him as he left. She could find him again afterward, maybe.

Suddenly, she and Rowan were alone. Well as much as they could be surrounded by other horny couples, dancing like no one else was around. But with his gaze locked on hers, they were the only ones in the world.

Her breath caught as he rested his hands on her waist, still facing him. Her mouth parted slightly, heat rushing through her as they got close enough for their breaths to intermingle. Aelin was sure they were going to kiss again, was waiting for it with bated breath, but then, with an intensity that made her let out a small noise, he dragged his hand across her stomach and flipped her around, pulling her tightly against him.

She gasped slightly, the sound breathy as his hand stayed splayed out over her lower stomach, while the other cupped her hip. He began guiding her hips slowly, moving them into motion, following the song.

The feeling was divine: the warmth of him behind her, the grip of his hands through her dress, the slight pressure on her lower back..

Aelin groaned quietly as she rocked with him, laying her head back on his shoulder. Her hands came up to grab at his hair, just as she had with Sam, but the feel of Rowan’s silvery hair slipping through her fingers for some reason felt right. All though she wouldn’t think about why, she still hated him after all.

Rowan’s fingers on her stomach contracted and straightened, dragging across her dress, and she felt it through the fabric, the grazing pressure agonizingly good. His other hand slipped down, reaching the hem of her dress and climbing down her skin. She thought he would keep going, but he reversed his path, slipping under her dress instead.

Aelin couldn’t even hear the music, or see the lights, or focus on anything but his hand creeping up her thigh, causing goosebumps to appear as he reached her underwear. A small sigh escaped her as he rubbed a thumb over the fabric, feeling the evidence of her arousal.

“Is this all for me?” He murmured into her ear, rustling the small hairs there, and she damn near combusted.

But out of stubbornness, and a desire to keep at least a shred of her dignity, Aelin said “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rowan clicked his tongue and removed his hand, making her whine in protest. He didn’t relent until she murmured “please” softly into the skin of his neck.

It was his turn to groan slightly, and his hand returned to between her legs, his palm rubbing against her sensitive nub over the fabric as his fingers stroked against her folds. Aelin couldn’t hide her moan.

“First that nightgown, and now this dress,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers all over her body. “It’s like you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Staying true to his words, Aelin whispered another please into his neck, the words hot against his already heated skin. Rowan dipped a finger under the fabric, sliding it into her just a little bit, just enough to tease her.

“Gods, you’re so wet,” he groaned, hidden by the heavy bass of the music. And it was then he seemingly realized where they were, and what they were doing, because he pulled his hand away, ignoring her protest. But then he leaned down and took her earlobe into his mouth, pulling it with his teeth. Her breaths were unsteady as he said “let’s get out of here.”

Aelin nodded immediately, and he chuckled against her skin before grabbing her hand and yanking her through the crowd. She was burning, inside and out, a fire that could only be settled by him. So she followed easily, eagerly awaiting the sight of their dreadful hotel room.

She’d make her excuses to Sam tomorrow.

————-

The cab ride home was absolute torture. Out of respect for the driver, they’d sat on opposite sides, keeping their lust to a minimum, their only contact the hand that he held in his lap.

Her palm was flat against his leg, his hand on top, and she almost melted when he stroked two fingers slowly across the back of her hand, an imitation of what he’d do somewhere else. Aelin was seriously contemplating telling the driver to pull over and fucking Rowan somewhere in an alley, but she refrained, crossing her legs to try and soothe the pulsing between them.

Only five minutes left.

But he just made it harder when he leaned over, taking their entwined hands and placing them on her lap, dangerously close to the spot that was aching for him.

“I still hate you, you know,” she breathed, her heart racing. Rowan chuckled darkly.

“I hate you too,” he said, and then leaned in further to whisper into her ear. “But I’m still going to tie you to the bed and go down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

And then he was gone, back on the other side of the car, leaving her cold and wanting. But fuck. She hadn’t expected this from him, but gods she wasn’t complaining.

Aelin looked out the window, swallowing and taking a deep breath to cool herself down. That’s how she stayed the rest of the ride, if only to keep her from pouncing on him right there.

They both practically ran into the lobby when they arrived, slowing to a walk to not garner too much suspicion from the large crowd still occupying the bar, but when they reached the elevator, getting one to themselves, Rowan was on her, pushing her into the wall and claiming her mouth with his.

Aelin melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck as he shoved her further, tilting his head and coaxing her lips open with his tongue. She followed willingly, sighing as his tongue swept in. Her tongue darted out too, meeting his but letting him control every move.

His hands found her hair, pulling out the tie slowly to let her long hair fall around her face. He groaned and dug his fingers into it, rubbing his hands over her face to pull it all back. She fell out of this kiss to take a gasping breath, and he took the opportunity to press wet kisses along her skin, traveling down her jaw and neck to reach the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking a bit and soothing it with his tongue. It would leave a mark, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care as he bit down gently, pulling at the skin with his teeth. She moaned and lifted her shoulder to trap him there, desperate to feel him on her forever.

But Rowan sprung away when the elevator dinged and opened, catching his breath as he looked at the exit. No one was there, but it was their floor, so they both rushed out quickly, hurrying to their room.

Her body was pounding, heat pooling in her core as the door opened and they darted inside. Rowan was shoving her back against it immediately.

He resumed their heated kiss, captivating her senses as his hands reached for the straps of her dress, pulling them down her arms slowly. Aelin tried to help him, using her own hands to yank them down faster, but he grabbed both her wrists, pulling them together and away from her straps.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to,” Rowan said smokily, his eyes dark with lust. Aelin found herself nodding without thinking, so turned on she couldn’t even stop to consider anything different. “Good girl,” he murmured into her neck, nibbling at the skin again. A bolt of arousal raced through her.

She relaxed her tense muscles as he pulled her dress all the way down, relishing in the way his hands felt against her skin as he removed it, leaving her standing in just her panties.

“Beautiful,” he breathed as he dropped to her chest, kissing the skin of one breast before circling his tongue around the peak.

“Rowan,” she moaned, trying with every fiber of her being not to reach up and grab his head to keep him there. Instead, she followed his directions and stayed leaning against the door, dropping her head back and closing her eyes, giving in to the sensation as his hand came up to roughly grab her other breast, squeezing it as his teeth gently bit her nipple, pulling it back. His thumb came up to circle the other one, pinching it between two fingers and rubbing, making her emit noises she would normally be embarrassed by. She didn’t have it in her to care now.

The hand that she’d forgotten about slid down her body, reaching between her legs and slipping under the last bit of fabric covering her. A finger circled the sensitive nub there, and she panted, every inch of her pounding. He slid a finger into her slowly, enjoying teasing her, and he lifted his head from her chest to watch her expression as he curled it slightly, rapt with desire as her mouth opened in a silent moan.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” he murmured, his voice dark, making her almost collapse, his leg sliding in between hers to catch her, joining his hand in grinding against her.

“Bed, please,” she managed to murmur between moans. The sound made Rowan stand up straight, sliding his hands around her thighs to pick her up, carrying her quickly to the bed they shared and dumping her on the soft comforter. She was about to wrap her arms around him and drag him down with her when he pulled back.

He stood away from the bed, hurriedly yanking at the buttons of his shirt to get it off. Aelin sighed at the sight of his tan skin, the pure muscle there making her mouth water. He pulled his pants off too, making eye contact with her as he unbuttoned them, leaving him in just his boxers, the visible bulge making her eyes darken with lust.

But before she could do anything, he left, going to where his suitcase was laying on the floor. She pushed herself up on her elbows to try and see what he was doing, but the view was blocked until he stood up straight. She let out a loud moan at the sight of a tie in his hands.

Aelin looked at him from beneath her lashes as he approached the bed, slowly lifting her arms above her head to signal her approval of the plan. Rowan climbed up, straddling her hips as he reached over her, tying the fabric tightly around her wrists and then to the slats of the headboard.

“Good?” He asked, looking down at her. Aelin tugged at it slightly and nodded.

“Good,” she whispered, staring into his green eyes. Emotion flickered deep in them, but then he was smirking and moving back down her body, hooking a finger in her panties and sliding them off her legs slowly, so slowly she was breathing heavy with anticipation by the time they were off. She didn’t have any room for embarrassment as she dropped her legs open wide, revealing herself to him.

He groaned and ducked down, mouth grazing lightly over the junction of her thighs. His breath met the sensitive flesh and she couldn’t help but buck her hips, desperate for him. Rowan just slid his hands under her thighs and up to her stomach, pinning her down as he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to her folds.

“Rowan,” she moaned again, “gods.” He just chuckled and moved to nip at the tendon of her upper thigh, before sucking at it to leave another mark. “Please,” she begged, and that seemed to spur him on. He dove in, dragging a long lick up her folds. She fell back, clenching her eyes closed, pure pleasure rolling through her.

His tongue circled her clit as he dragged one of his hands down to join his mouth, teasing at her folds before slipping a finger in. The other hand grazed the sensitive skin below her navel, and the sensations were all too much. Aelin panted, her arms trying to get out of their hold to grab onto his head. When another finger joined the first, and they scooped upward to brush against the sensitive patch inside her, she let out a whine, sensing her incoming climax.

He nipped at her clit, pulling at it gently, and added a third finger, the stretch causing more heat to pool in her core. He crooked all three fingers a certain way, and that was her undoing, moans and sighs and cried escaping her as she came, the twisting in her core relaxing as she leapt off of that cliff.

Rowan kept up his ministrations all the way through it, stretching out her orgasm to a seemingly impossible length. She shuddered as she finally came down, breathing heavily as her eyes fluttered open.

“Gods,” she repeated, unable to say much else. “Rowan, that was -“

“What?” He asked from between her legs, a self satisfied smirk on his face. “Did that feel good?”

“You know it did, asshole,” she breathed, frowning at him the best she could with his fingers still inside her. Rowan kept looking at her and crooked his fingers again, making her eyes roll back in her head, and a whine escaped her, too sensitive to be played with right away. He saw this and removed his fingers slowly, covered in her juices, and climbed back up her body to shove his fingers in her mouth.

“You look good all soaking wet,” he murmured, hovering over her and watching as she licked off his fingers, sucking at them the same way she would suck something else. From the way his eyes shuttered, he recognized that too.

Aelin leaned up the best she could with her hands still bound and nipped at his lip, as if daring him to come down and kiss her. Rowan pulled back though, looking at her with amusement.

“Did you think it would be that easy?” He chuckled darkly. “No,” he continued, “I’m taking my time.”

And with that, he dropped a hand back to her legs, sliding his fingers in again as he dropped his head to her chest, nipping at her breasts again. His other arm rested next to her head, keeping him up as he worked. His tongue laved at her nipples, switching between the two at random. With three fingers in her again, his teeth latched onto her left peak, and as he dragged his fingers upward slowly, going deeper than before, he dragged his head up toward hers, pulling her breast with him before releasing it with a pop.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt herself climax again, overwhelmed with the feel of him.

But this time, Rowan leaned down and captured her lips with his, swallowing all of her moans as she came down from that blessed high.

“Please,” Aelin begged, looking up at him as he released her, warmth filling her yet again from his touch and his nearness. She needed him inside her right now. “Please fuck me, Rowan. Please.” He growled and worked at pulling off his undershorts as she continued begging for him. “I need you inside me,” she breathed, “please.”

He successfully got his shorts off and she made a small sighing noise at the sight of his length, the smooth velvety skin looking extremely enticing. Aelin wanted to see how it would taste, how he would taste, but it seemed he wouldn’t let her. At least not right now. Maybe another time.

She shook her head slightly, clearing the thought. There wouldn’t be another time. This was a one off occasion, fueled by lust and alcohol and being away from home. Almost as if the location made it not count.

All thoughts cleared though as Rowan braced himself over her, his face inches from her own as he nudged at her entrance, his length pressing at her folds. Aelin tried to maneuver him into slipping inside her, but he evaded, sliding along her folds to brush against her clit. The feeling made her groan. He did that a few more times and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing at him to get on with it.

Rowan chuckled at her indignancy, and then.. she was fuller than she’d ever been in her entire life. A loud moan burst out of her at the feeling, and she pressed her eyes shut, panting. He waited a few moments, letting her adjust to the sensation, and then when she nodded, he moved. And her world shattered.

With the first thrust into her, she was already shaking, panting into his mouth as he leaned down and kissed her, pulling at her bottom lip and swiping his tongue in and out before she could do anything. One of her legs slipped down, too weak to hold itself there, and Rowan grabbed it by the thigh, lifting it over his shoulder and stretching her out. The new angle made her groan as he hit her deeper, harder, rougher.

“Rowan,” she moaned, “oh gods, oh gods.” She tried to bring her hands down again to grab his head, especially as he began placing biting kisses to her neck, soothing it with his tongue, leaving bruises that she would find tomorrow.

He noticed her struggle, and reached up to free her from the headboard, but instead of letting her wrap her still tied together hands around his neck, he slipped out of her altogether, and grabbed her waist, flipping her so she was on her knees and elbows. He pushed her forward, and she sighed with anticipation, a deep sound coming out of her as he entered her again, the new position making the sensation even stronger.

Aelin rocked back into him the best she could, meeting him thrust for thrust, and she gasped when he reached forward and grabbed her neck, pulling her back to his chest. He left his hand there, squeezing slightly, and she clenched around him at the feeling.

“Yeah?” Rowan said into her ear, and she moaned as a response, barely managing to utter an uh-huh back. He matched his grip around her neck with his thrusts, cutting off her air slightly with every thrust in, and leaving her gasping with every thrust out. She felt her third climax of the night building, her core hot, and she could tell he was close too, if the way his pace began stuttering, and the groans he was making in her ear were any indication.

The hand not on her throat slipped down, and when he pinched her clit, she broke, moaning and sighing as she climaxed, bringing him with her this time. He spilled into her, the warmth making her groan more, and he thrusted a few more times, prolonging both of their orgasms before they both fell forward onto the bed, completely sated.

Rowan was still in her, and was pressing most of his weight into her, but she couldn’t bring herself to move, too comforted by the sensation to care.

“Gods,” he whispered this time, slowly pulling out of her. “That was -“ he breathed, rolling off of her to lay next to her. Aelin managed to roll onto her side, looking at him with tired yet satisfied eyes. He smiled softly at her and reached forward to untie her hands, rubbing at her wrists to soothe the skin.

But as she was calming down, she realized the intimacy of the action and frowned. This wasn’t anything more than sex. Even if the way he was looking at her made it seem like he wanted it to be more. Rowan furrowed her brows as she pulled her hands back, rolling to face away from him. There unfortunately wasn’t anywhere else for her to go, trapped in the same bed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, concern in his voice. She forced herself to stay still and not turn around.

“Nothing,” she replied blankly, repeating her thoughts, “it was just sex. No need to make anything more of it.” Rowan hesitated, and then scoffed at her words.

“I shouldn’t be surprised.” His tone was full of derision, with a hint of pain that she could tell he was trying to hide. It struck her harder than it should’ve, but she squeezed her eyes shut, pushing it away. She couldn’t get involved with him. She couldn’t. Not when it would only end in chaos. Only end in pain. “I shouldn’t have expected anything different.” He sighed.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Aelin blinked back a tear that was threatening to spill as she heard him get out of the bed, walking away and slamming the bathroom door shut.

It hurt now, but she was making the right choice. She didn’t actually feel that way about him, she knew that. Right?

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hoodwinkd1 · 4 years ago

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the stars that shine Ch 2

Ch 1 here.

Chapter 2: woke up to find that summer gone

Evangeline sat at the dark cherry desk in her bedroom, staring down at the piece of parchment which seemed to be staring right back at her. She had picked up a pen almost half an hour ago and had successfully written one line.

Dear Lys,

“Damn this!” Tossing the pen to the side, she stood and began pacing around the bed. Normally, her letters back to Caraverre were pages and pages of stories, filled with every minute detail and every silly joke that Lysandra and Aedion might enjoy. Tonight, she could barely get her thoughts in order enough to discuss what she’d eaten for dinner two hours ago.

Evangeline knew exactly who to blame for this conundrum. Hollin Havilliard.

Her first two weeks in Rifthold were amazing. Ever the social butterfly and lacking peer friendships back in Terrasen, Evangeline absolutely loved getting to know the other students in her lessons.

“You should come shopping with us next week,” Regina suggested, her smile genuine. As the third eldest daughter of the Callot family, the largest noble support of Adarlan’s fashion industry, Regina would certainly have good taste. “Anya and I are looking for springtime outfits.”

The other girl had jumped in then. “How long will you be staying? My parents always plan a trip to the country house right after the Spring Solstice and I can bring a few friends.”

So yes, Evangeline had no problem making friends. She was downright delightful and ready to try anything, go on any adventure.

Her lessons were equally wonderful. Part of the reason she came to Rifthold was to expand her education, filling in gaps that Darrow had no expertise in, and she enjoyed the challenge immensely.

Point being, she should have plenty to write home about. The shopping trip, the mathematics concept she finally mastered, even the amazing duck stew she tried two nights ago.

Unfortunately, the fond memory of her duck stew faded when she remembered what had immediately followed.

Dear Lys,

I had the most awkward night of my life. I’m relatively confident I’ve made my first enemy and I may never go back to the ballet after this traumatizing experience.

No, she couldn’t possibly send that. Aedion would charge into the palace and demand revenge at the mere thought of anyone disliking Evangeline, if he didn’t laugh himself to death trying to imagine the concept first.

Her popularity aside, she was still in disbelief. Hollin had approached her first, offering to escort her to the royal box at the Rifthold Theater for a travelling dance troupe that evening. Evangeline accepted (delightfully and more than ready for an adventure). She even dug through her closet for the stunning cerulean gown Aelin had gifted for her fourteenth birthday.

And then the prince proceeded to ignore her. All night.

“Who goes two entire hours without speaking one word?” Evangeline grumbled, moving towards her closet to grab a nightgown. The letter could wait until tomorrow. “Why bother inviting me in the first place?”

Whatever. She would be just fine with her new friends, who’s families also owned boxes at the theater.

----

“It’s been two days.” Dorian dropped into the chair next to Hollin. “Two whole days, and I haven’t heard a word from either of you. Quite rude, if you ask me, considering it was my idea to take her to the ballet.”

Hollin kept his eyes on the book in front of him. “Some people think it’s rude to speak in a library. And yet, here we are.”

The king sighed, as if his little brother’s social life was as draining as running a nation. “At least tell me if you enjoyed yourself. Or if you think Eva enjoyed herself.”

“The dancers were talented.” Hollin turned a page. “I can’t speak for someone else’s opinion.”

Dorian huffed. “I meant, did you enjoy spending time with her?”

Hollin shut the book with a bit more force than needed. “Do you have nothing better to do than force me to go on dates with your friends’ wards? I’m working on something here.”

“It wasn’t meant to be a date!” Dorian protested. “Just...Evangeline is so delightful. And friendly. I thought she could, you know, be a friend?” His words trailed off at the end.

He heard the unspoken words. Hollin was not delightful and not friendly. Dorian probably hoped this picture-perfect girl could change him, mold him into a better prince.

“She has friends. And I have work to do.” He looked pointedly at the book strewn across his lap.

Dorian, finally, took the hint. “Fine. Enjoy your suspicious research.” He stood up, fixing his tunic. “I expect to see you at the merchant’s council dinner tomorrow night.”

Hollin waved him off. “See you then.” He’d been searching for some excuse to get out of that event, some way to avoid all the grouchy, greedy men that tried to grab the king’s attention.

Maybe if he fell off a horse, he could avoid politics for a few days.

----

The two months passed quite quickly. Evangeline was expected home in time for Aedion’s birthday celebration, so she took the last day in Rifthold to search for a gift. He might grumble about her spending money on him, letting his annoyance over aging take over his usual good mood, but Eva knew he would secretly cherish something special.

Anya had offered to join her, commandeering her family’s carriage for the trip. The two of them, along with Regina, had become inseparable during Evangeline’s stay.

She had never had friendships that were entirely her own before, outside of her family’s vast and unyielding legacy. Spending the day shopping tasted like freedom and youth.

“Where are we heading first?” Anya asked, shifting her long skirt to make room for Evangeline to sit on the bench next to her. “What does one even buy for the most infamous General in the world?”

So maybe she never could fully escape that legacy. Evangeline chose to ignore the honorific. “Aedion? He can be quite the sentimental type. I was imagining some sort of calendar he could use; one that I’d add drawings and photos and secret notes to. Something useful, but still personalized.”

“Oh, thank the Gods. I was terrified you would drag me to some boring weapons shop.” Anya fanned herself in mock horror. “Minsky’s has the best stationery.”

Once they arrived, Evangeline lost herself in the rows of parchment. She adored the smell of the shop, somewhere between a library and perfumery, thanks to the variety of candles that lined the walls.

She wandered for a while, enjoying the feel of books, journals, scrolls, and other trinkets underneath her fingertips. Anya struck up a conversation with Minsky, the elderly owner who apparently had very strong opinions about what time of day one should light lavender candles.

Evangeline stopped in front of the rack she’d been looking for, eyeing the different color choices. Each calendar looked sturdy and durable, perfect for Aedion’s regular travels, but only a few had carrier cases. She selected the emerald one, to match Lysandra’s eyes.

“Oh that’s lovely!” Anya beamed as Evangeline joined them at the counter. “Very practical.”

Minksy nodded solemnly as they checked the price. “Smart child, finding a way to stay organized.”

“It’s actually a gift,” Evangeline corrected. “Would you have any wrapping supplies?”

They pulled out a few choices of paper, and the girls left the shop with the package securely tucked under Evangeline’s arm.

Anya opened the door of the carriage to let her enter first. “Do we have any other errands - Gods!” Her question was cut off with a curse. “Galen, you scared the life out of me.”

Evangeline found herself face first with Anya’s older brother. He shot her an apologetic look.

“I spotted the carriage and didn’t fancy a walk back to the house,” he explained, musing at his dark locks with one hand. “Any change you two lovely ladies want to go out for lunch?”

“You are unbelievably annoying,” Anya sighed. She moved to sit next to him, glancing at Evangeline. “What do you think? One last meal before you go?”

Galen turned to face her as well. “Leaving so soon?”

Evangeline hadn’t had many interactions with the older boy. Galen had danced with her at one of their parents’ parties, and had teased her a couple times when she joined them for dinner. But all of a sudden, Evangeline found herself wishing for some more time in Rifthold for an entirely new reason.

“I have to return to Caraverre tomorrow,” she informed him. “It’s my....it’s Aedion’s birthday.” Explaining their relationship was difficult enough, and easily avoided since everyone knew exactly who he was.

“Pity,” Galen replied. “But that just means I have to treat you to the best sandwiches Rifthold has to offer before you go.”

Anya groaned. “He always drags us to this tiny little place, when there are plenty of nice restaurants around.”

“A tiny little place sounds perfect,” Evangeline reassured. The carriage jolted forward, carrying them away from the main streets.

An hour later, she wasn’t lying in the slightest when she praised her meal. The sandwiches were really quite good. And the twinkle in Galen’s eyes when she stole one of his chips was even better.

“Oh goodness,” Anya interrupted as they stepped outside into the twilight hour. “I left my pouch at the table. Be right back.” She strode back into the restaurant, leaving Galen and Evangeline alone by the doorway.

Galen leaned against the stone. “Do you have plans to return to Adarlan?”

“Not in the next half-year,” Evangeline admitted. Her thumb rubbed the edge of her pointer finger, a nervous tick despite her calm tone. Was there meaning behind his question? “I’m due to spend two months with one of my mentors in Arran after some time at home.”

“Pity.” He offered her a light smile. She prayed to the former Gods to keep her face from turning pink. “Next time you come around, I’ll have to move faster. Ask you on a date at the beginning of your stay, instead of the end.”

Evangeline couldn’t hold back a wide grin. “Yes, I suppose you will.”

---

Hollin threw himself onto his bed, head spinning a bit from the wine he snuck during dinner. Evangeline was leaving tomorrow, a fact that wouldn’t affect his life much since Dorian had stopped forcing a friendship between them.

Maybe the wine was a mistake. The prince didn’t like alcohol much, knew he was far too young to start drinking, but insomnia had plagued him for weeks now. Hollin tried so many home remedies, from herbal teas to meditation, before attempting to drink himself to sleep that night.

It wasn’t working.

He still couldn’t force his mind to relax. Ideas for new experiments and inventions swirled around, mixed with memories of his most recent failures that stabbed him with self-doubt. Then came the childhood memories, the horror of being raised by the devil without noticing and the shame of past cruelties keeping him far from relaxation.

Hollin groaned into his pillow. He wanted someone to talk to. It was such a simple solution, one that most people would find easy. Dorian had even hired a specialist, a healer who worked with minds as well as bodies, for palace staff who needed help after a traumatizing war. Hollin had paced by their office more times than he could count, never entering.

Somehow, he fell asleep before sunrise. A sharp knock at the door yanked him out of restless dreams.

“Hollin?” He recognized Herina’s voice, one of his personal servants who was years past using formalities. Changing a baby's diaper gave one that privilege. “I have your schedule for the day.”

Hollin stood up, blindly feeling for the robe hanging next to his dresser. “Come in, thank you.”

She pushed the door open, pulling a cart of food behind her. “I didn’t see you eat nearly enough at dinner last night, certainly not enough to be stealing drinks of wine like you did.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but shut it quickly. “I - thank you,” he said again, too tired to form a better sentence.

Herina left the cart by the entrance and walked further into the chamber. “You have a couple lessons scheduled, one before lunch and one in the evening. Light day.”

“Not too terrible.” Hollin took the parchment from her. “Herina..” He trailed off.

“Yes?”

“Could you - do you know how to add things to my schedule?” he asked.

She nodded. “Of course. What grabbed your interest?”

He pushed past his discomfort at the idea. If he didn’t sleep well after, that would be the end of it. “Training. Physical, that is. I’d like to learn how to fight.”

Herina eyed him warily, no doubt taking in the lanky and awkward features that haunted most fourteen year old boys. “You know the king would never expect you to fight. He knows that isn’t where your interests lie.”

“I know.” Gods, he was blushing now. “It’s for myself, just a new hobby.”

Thankfully she moved on. “Well, alright then. Don’t be late today.”

With a final meaningful look at the breakfast, she left. Hollin thought about ignoring the food and falling immediately back to sleep, but his stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. He would need the calories if he planned to actually follow through with his new training idea.

If getting knocked on his ass for two hours a day didn’t help him fall asleep, then nothing would,

#tog #throne of glass #fanfic #sjm #evangeline vuolo #hollin havilliard #dorian #dorian havilliard

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diceyfall · 5 years ago

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Dragon Age, for the fandom questions meme? (: 💖

yessssssss thank you, one of my fav franchises!! ❤️

The first character I first fell in love with: probably morrigan. i heard “well, well, what have we here” and that was it for me, i haven’t recovered since

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: no one really comes to mind! i think i pretty much stuck to my first impressions with the characters i don’t care as much for/dislike

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: ……anders in da2, unfortunately. i loved him in awakening, but da2 did him so wrong, it almost ruined his character for me. probably the worst written character arc in the entire trilogy so far, which is weird bc it’s otherwise my favorite dragon age game. seriously tho what happened to the writing there, it felt so lazy

The character I love that everyone else hates: vivienne, easily. don’t get me wrong there are very valid reasons to dislike her but the amount of vitriol that she gets? is way disproportionate and i think we all know why lmao

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: i guess leliana? might be my fault since i didn’t keep up with any of the supplemental material about her/didn’t play her DLC but seeing her go from dao to dai was uh, painful to say the least. like yea you can harden her in dao and it makes more sense then but… if you didn’t (like i usually didn’t) it just leaves you with question marks lol

The character I would totally smooch: all of my companions in all of the games excluding blackwall. im sorry he’s just so generic, i never recruited him back after his companion quest lmaoooo

The character I’d want to be like: i strive to be like purple!hawke on a daily basis. i am not always successful.

The character I’d slap: idk, this is a really long list. can i slap the chantry as a whole?? i’d like to slap the entirety of the chantry please, including and especially the templars

A pairing that I love: there are too many to choose from but i guess i can do a ship per game. for dao zevran/warden, for da2 f!hawke/isabela, for dai m!inquisitor/dorian, aaaand hawke/inquisitor as a bonus bc im a slut for protag shipping

A pairing that I despise: anything involving a character i don’t like i guess? but i tend to ignore those. i don’t really have a pairing that i actively despise. maybe morrigan/m!warden bc i refuse to believe she’s not a lesbian lsdjhfdjsk

#mythalsfavour #ask

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katedoesfics · 5 years ago

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Breath of the Resistance: Chapter 3

Dorian’s suspicious phone call with the king left Link uneasy and sleep eluded him most of the night. His mind ran wild with scenarios and accusations. What was it that Dorian - and the king, for that matter - was hiding? Two things were clear: that Dorian was in fact hiding something, and that the king was aware of the situation. Link’s first instinct was to assume Dorian was perhaps a double agent working with the Yiga Clan. But if that was the ‘information’ that Dorian was referring to, then the king knew, as well, which only confused him more. If the king knew, was he, too, hiding the fact that Dorian was a double agent? Was the king conspiring against his own country? As Hyrule’s ruler, what could he possibly gain from turning against his people?

“It’s uncanny, really.”

Link took his eyes off the road for a moment and met Zelda’s gaze. Her voice had taken him out of his thoughts. He refocused his attention onto the road. “Hm?”

“Were you even listening?” She narrowed his eyes at him.

“Not really.”

Zelda crossed her arms. “Of course not,” she started. “Like I said, you’re just like -”

“My father.” Link’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel. That was another whole matter in itself. He was feeling more and more aggravated with all the secret keeping. He was in the SFU to find the truth, not to be lied to day in and day out. And that only made him want to find the truth even more.

But there was an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach that suggested he may not like the truth.

“Are you usually this grumpy?”

Link bit his tongue in an attempt to keep back a snappy comment. She was the king’s daughter, after all, even without her typical royal attire, which usually consisted of clean cut, solid color dresses that hugged the frame of her body and flared out just slightly at her knees. From time to time, she’d even don a sundress of sorts, with pale colors and flowery patterns. She was always a bright figure at her father’s dark suited and serious side.

“Are you high?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

Zelda didn’t seem convinced, however. She inspected Link closely from the passenger seat. “You don’t seem with the program.”

She was right, of course. He needed to get his head out of the clouds. They had a job to do, and he couldn’t afford to be anywhere else. He needed to be focused and aware of his surroundings, now more than ever.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Sorry.” He wasn’t much for conversation, especially with her, but he supposed he had to put their differences aside and make the best of the situation. He sucked in a breath and attempted to push away his concerns for the time being.

“You don’t have to try to be on professional around me,” Zelda said casually, leaning back against the seat. “We’re going to be working together a lot. Might as well get used to it.”

“You don’t sound very thrilled about that.” Link could feel her eyes studying him once more.

“Well, if we’re being honest,” she said, turning her eyes back out towards the horizon, “I don’t appreciate the fact that my father made the newest member of the force my handler.”

“Yeah,” Link muttered. “Must be a real buzzkill.”

“I thought my life was more valuable,” she continued, ignoring him. “Yet, he gives me this inexperienced boy.”

“I’ll remember that if you ever find yourself in trouble.”

Zelda’s eyes moved back to him, then down to the weapon under his arm. “And how proficient are you, exactly, with that weapon?”

“Proficient enough.”

Zelda settled back into the seat, but her stature remained stiff. “That’s reassuring,” she muttered.

“Don’t listen to what any Ritos say,” Link said. “I could out shoot them any day.”

Zelda smirked. “Ritos like Revali? He is a very skilled fighter, you know.”

“Ha.”

“Though he does seem to dislike you.”

“He dislikes anyone who challenges his authority and skill.”

“Not necessarily a bad trait for this kind of job.”

“Well,” Link started. Without realizing it, his grip relaxed on the wheel, though his fingers felt stiff. He stretched them for a moment. “When we get back, you can ask to have Revali as your handler.”

Zelda turned her gaze out the window. “I don’t know,” she said. “He’s a little too arrogant. He’d drive me crazy.”

“Welcome to my life,” Link muttered. He turned off the highway onto the road that wound through the country and up towards the mountains where they would find Goron City.

“The others speak highly of you, though,” she said. “Especially Mipha. I didn’t realize how close you two are.”

“I guess.”

“I think she likes you.”

This woman sure was blunt. Did she ever keep a thought to herself?

“Do you like her?”

“What’s with all the damn questions?” Link growled. “Stop interrogating me.”

“Just making conversation,” Zelda said. “Note to self: don’t question his love life.”

Link sucked in a slow breath in an attempt to remain calm. He was starting to like her less and less. What did he ever do in life do deserve such horrible karma?

“What about your childhood?” Zelda continued. “Where did you grow up?”

Link sighed. “The country.”

Zelda nodded. “Did you like it?”

“Better than the city.”

“What was it like?”

Link shrugged. “It was quiet,” he said. “No one interrogated me.”

Zelda ignored him. “Did you have any pets?”

“Sure.”

“Like what?”

“Dogs. Goats. Couple of horses.”

“I’ve always wanted to ride a horse.”

Link made a sound through his nose.

“When did you come to the city?”

“I don’t know. I was pretty young. I guess around the time my dad started working in the SFU.”

“What about your mother? What does she do?”

“She’s dead.”

“Oh.” Zelda shifted in her seat and turned her gaze back to the road. It was uncomfortably quiet for a long moment after that.

“My turn,” Link said. “What was it like growing up in the palace?”

Zelda kept her gaze on the horizon. “Really boring.”

“Yeah, right,” Link said. “I bet you could do whatever you wanted.”

“Not really. I had an image to uphold, and as a kid, that’s pretty shitty. I never got to go out and explore or play or anything a kid should be able to do. My mother was constantly teaching me how to act the part and telling me stories of our ancestors and this supposed power that I have.” Zelda sighed. “When she died, I was pretty much on my own. My father always seemed too busy, or only focused on my own training.”

“I didn’t sign up to be a therapist,” Link muttered.

“You asked,” Zelda snapped at him.

Link started to feel guilty. He always assumed she was some spoiled little princess, but she was really just forced into some role as he was.

“I’ve got some friends in the country,” he said in an attempt to change the topic. “Next time we get a day off, I’ll show you how to ride.”

Zelda’s gaze fell on him once more and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’ll hold you to that.”

*****

The drive to Goron City only took them a few hours, but conversation between Link and Zelda felt forced, and uncomfortable silence often followed soon after. They were too happy to get out and stretch their legs when they finally arrived, and Daruk was the first to greet them happily. He let his large hand come down hard on Link’s shoulder as he often did, not knowing his own strength.

“I gotta admit,” Daruk started, leading the way towards the Divine Beast. “It’s good to be home where the bars are better suited for Gorons.” He pointed a large finger towards a smaller mountain peak where the ancient Sheikah machine slept. “There she is, Vah Rudania,” he said proudly. “Everyone’s been quite curious about her, you know.”

“She?” Zelda repeated. She cocked her head to the side slightly as she followed Daruk’s gaze.

“How are you going to activate her?” Daruk asked.

Zelda pulled a device from her back pocket. It resembled a tablet of sorts. An ancient tablet, if such a thing were possible.

“This Sheikah Slate is supposed to be connected to the Divine Beasts and the Guardians,” she said. “It worked in activating the Guardians, so I suspect it will work on the Divine Beasts as well.”

“A Sheikah Slate, huh?” Daruk said. He scratched at his head. “Those Sheikah sure are… mysterious.”

“Hmph.” Mysterious was an understatement. Link found his mind on Dorian once more.

“Impa gave it to me,” Zelda said to Link. “I trust she knows what she’s talking about.”

Link was familiar with Impa, meeting her several times before. She was the leader of the Sheikah tribe and was probably as old as the Sheikah themselves. Was it possible that she knew about Dorian as well? Or was she being played just as Link was?

He wanted to tell someone about the conversation he had overheard, but he knew now that he couldn’t trust anyone, even his own comrades.

Vah Rudania loomed above them as they approached and Link was amazed - even slightly intimidated - by the size of the Divine Beast. The three of them climbed their way to the top where the control panel stood and Zelda set to work activating it with the Sheikah Slate. Within a moment, the two devices seemed to sync, and Vah Rudania came to life, moving and seemingly stretching its body beneath them.

“Well, whatta ya know,” Daruk said in awe. “To think they had this kind of technology so long ago.”

While Zelda instructed Daruk on how to operate the Divine Beast, Link found himself standing at the edge, looking out over Goron City and even beyond, out into the countryside of Hyrule. In the distance to the south stood the palace, the bustling city just below. Though he couldn’t see it from there, he knew just past the palace would be the smaller towns and villages that dotted the countryside, including the small farming town where he was born. Now, many of those small towns were slowly being replaced by larger cities in order to keep up with the growing population, and the countryside was growing smaller and smaller. Link couldn’t help but to wonder what life in Hyrule was like thousands of years ago.

“Ready?” Zelda said, standing at his side. “Everything seems to be in working order here. Daruk’s got a good handle on the controls, so I think we can make our way to Rito Village, now.”

“Sure,” Link said simply. He was in no hurry to deal with Revali, but the sooner they finished the job with the Divine Beasts, the better. After they were all activated, Link was determined to find the pieces to the puzzle with Dorian. Something about the situation just did not sit right with him and it only made him grow more and more anxious.

#breath of the resistance #botr3 #chapter 3 #loz #legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild #fic #fanfic

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rosetintedbeanie · 6 years ago

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My Review on TWDG: The Final Season

Buckle up folks because it’s going to be a bumpy ride with some unpopular opinions added. This is a little overdue.

So before I start, I want to say that I didn’t want to put this into the tags because we all know how this fandom can be.

I’ll start off with the good. The season started off really, really strong, and it was a good way to introduce all the new characters. I didn’t necessarily like Marlon at first, but after looking back, he’s grown on me a little bit. His voice actor did an incredible job. I’ll admit, after two seasons of disappointment and annoyance, I had low expectations for the first episode and the season as a whole, but I was pleasantly surprised. The ending to episode one, atmosphere and all, was one of the best final scenes in the game’s history, and it genuinely gave me chills all the way up until the last minute. THAT was some good shit, and it felt like the writers were finally realizing what they were doing.

The season had likable enough characters, and although there are a few that I’m indifferent with, there wasn’t anyone that I totally didn’t like. The bisexual representation made me incredibly happy, and partially helped me a bit more with my own sexuality. Before anyone asks, I personally went with Louisentine, but Violentine is pretty damn adorable and both ships are totally valid. And I know it wasn’t a shipping option, but in my opinion, Clem would have been cute with Ruby, too.

Minerva’s downfall was really well done. I didn’t necessarily like her, but I did feel sorry for her. She was a victim of brainwashing and bad leadership and she and Sophie didn’t deserve that. You could even see her trying to come out of it at times in the third episode, when she mentions Tenn to one of the guards (Dorian I think her name is?). The scene on the bridge was probably one of the best, if not the best scene of the last episode in my opinion. There was a lot of tension, and Minnie singing to draw walkers to her brother really added to that. If anything I actually forgot about her up until that point and thought she’d just died. Also, can we get a cover of her VA singing the entire song? I have a new need.

Now before I dive into what I didn’t like and my unpopular opinions, a disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions. I tend to be nitpicky at these things, and I didn’t hate the season at all whatsoever.

I...couldn’t get attached to AJ in any episode. I tried to, I really did. I didn’t hate him by any means, and I even defended him when people were wishing death and hating him for killing Marlon. But there were times that I felt that he was just too much, even for a hardened survivor. I get that he was born into an apocalyptic world, but I didn’t exactly like how he turned into the same temperamental, edgy kid no matter what Clem taught him. I wasn’t a huge fan of the many parallels, either. Some were fine, but after a while they started to get a bit old.

Alright, here’s the biggie that y’all probably expected: the way they handled Lilly this season. If you’ve been following me for a while then you’re probably aware that I love Lilly and have defended her for years now. So naturally I was extremely excited to see that she was returning after years of being right about her fate (because come on, there’s no way she just died). And I just want to say that as much as I wanted a redemption arc for her, I wouldn’t have minded her being a villain so much had she gotten more screen time, a better explanation, and a more meaningful way to go out on both parts. I really didn’t like how she still appeared to have humanity in her first appearance, totally hesitating to kill Clementine and damn near CRYING if she’s told that you were family once, and then pretty much tossing all that out the window when she (determinately) orders a kid’s tongue cut out. Then in the finale she gets two minutes tops of screen time and can suddenly feel remorseful again? Ooookay. We also got pretty much no explanation on why she’s this way except for “my dad melted my ice cream so I kidnap kids now lol.” I just feel like we were robbed of something more involving Lilly, and no matter how you feel about her, she deserved better than to become what she did, better than to be handled the way she was. I’ll always stand by my word that she was not bad from day one, and no one can convince me otherwise.

Something else that felt weird to me was that there was no mention of Kenny outside of a determinant choice in the first episode??? Like no matter how you felt about him, he was important in Clem’s life and it’s especially strange how he wasn’t even talked about during Clem and Lilly’s chat. You’d think Lilly would bring up the guy who killed her dad.

The way that the deaths were handled in the finale bothered me. Like, really bothered me. There’s maybe a couple minutes of grief (which I get that in the moment you had to get away, but there was time for that later), and basically no other mention. Louis was the one who died in my game, but I’ve seen playthroughs and I couldn’t stand how Violet can pretty much justify Tenn’s death if it happens. The way she said, “He was always getting into trouble and messing up,” brought me back to Season 2 and the way Sarah was treated, and it was even worse because Tenn reminded me a little of her and to hear that again made me feel ill. Like girl...did Jane possess you there for a minute???

I uhhh might be in quite the minority here, but I was unsatisfied with the overall ending. The big thing was Clem getting bit and her leg amputated; okay, yeah, sure. But let’s look at what happened before: her foot was cut pretty badly, and I’ll even give that the infection could have taken the spread of the bite out of her. But people really seem to ignore that she still lost a lot of blood on the way to the barn??? Like, I’m not a doctor or anything, but losing blood even after a short period of time can still be very dangerous. Even with the explanation given by one of the writers, there’s no realistic way that Clem would have survived that amputation with the amount of blood already gone. I’m sorry, but it really felt like plot armor. I would have been happy with her being determinant, with the ending we got being the “alive” ending. But I feel like there should have been multiple endings, considering the last two seasons were known for that. I don’t know, I just wasn’t feeling it like most everyone else was. There was a lot I just wasn’t feeling.

One last quick thing about the ending: we never did see the Delta. The Delta’s leader, who is NOT Lilly as confirmed by Kent Mudle, would wonder why their people didn’t come back. They’d probably send out to find whoever was responsible, especially if they knew about the school beforehand. You’d think the school would prepare itself for future attacks, because it’s kind of a new potential threat. It’s something I figured out kind of recently, and it’s weird that no one would question it.

My overall opinion of the season was that it was good, but not great. In terms of writing, it blows A New Frontier and the last half of Season 2 out of the water. The story itself is an interesting idea, but there are a few directions that I wish had been taken differently. The season, as I said, started out strong, and there were moments in every episode that I genuinely liked. I just wish there had been multiple ways to conclude Clementine’s story. The ending we got just felt...a bit off. To conclude this essay-length review, I in no way disliked this season and I have to give credit to the writers for putting more of an effort since A House Divided. If you’ve read this far down, thanks! This was fun to write.

**MIC DROP**

#So yeaaaah I wanted to get this out #I know not everyone will agree with me but I hope it puts something into perspective #Ask to tag

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caydthegay · 6 years ago

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Why is Virgil suddenly happier?

Fandom: Sander sides

couple: Anxceit

Rated: Teen

Summary: The other sides were confused. They tried to figure out why suddenly Virgil's attitude seemed to improve a bit. Also why is Deceit showing up more??

It was strange to say the least. The other sides had noticed that something was different with Virgil. He had seemed…. Happier honestly. Which though it wasn't a bad thing.

They only wished they knew what it was from.

Logan thought it was something he was finding on Virgil's phone. He had been walking past the kitchen when he heard giggling. Normally he would ignore it, since Patton was always in the kitchen baking something. But this laugh was different. It was a bit deeper and almost quiet.

“Virgil???” He thought before walking into the kitchen. Logan winced when he accidentally smacked into a table by the door. By the time he walked into the kitchen, Virgil was standing against the counter, playing on his phone.

“Yo Logan, you ok?” He asked when he saw the other. “My apologies Virgil. I thought I heard laughing and was curious to what it was.” Logan had explained.

“Oh yeah, just saw something funny online” Virgil said and Logan nodded, leaving it at that. That had seemed logical honestly.

Roman figured that it had to be something more adventurous. That possibly Virgil had started coming out more and allowing himself to have a better experience with everything in the mindscape.

“But that wouldn't explain why he was acting this way. Besides wouldn't we notice?” Logan suggested.

“He does come out a lot at night though” Roman countered as the three sides sat together.

“Maybe he's in love? Maybe he found someone that's making Virgil happy?” Patton said and the others looked to him.

“Yes but who? I mean the only ones that are around really are us" Logan said and Patton went a bit quiet.

“Fret not Patton! It was a good thought! I'm sure we'll find out soon enough!!” Roman said, smiling to help his friend.

“Yeah…. I guess so.” He mumbled.

A few days passed and Patton let out a loud squeal.

“Onesie movie night!!” He shouted happily. The side was already in his cat onesie and looking excited.

“Patton, would you like some help….. what is he doing here??” Roman, who was in a lion onesie, asked. Sitting on the couch next to Virgil, who was wearing an adorable bat onesie, was Deceit.

“I invited him! I thought it should be better to try and give him a chance” Patton said and pouted a bit. Roman looked and sighed softly.

“Fine. But if he tries something-” “Oh yes, because I'm so going to try something during movies” Deceit said. He was even wearing a onesie as well. It was a cute snake onesie that Patton had designed himself.

“Well we have acquired popcorn and other things for this evening. Shall we commence our movie night?” Logan asked as he wandered in from the kitchen with everything.Slowly as everyone tried to sit on the rather large couch, they discovered a problem. While yes the couch was large, it couldn't fit all five of them.

“Well how are we supposed to do this? I for one am not moving.” Roman said and looked a bit annoyed.

“Now now, I'm sure we can figure this all out” Patton said and tried to think. He looked around at the others. The most obvious answer would have someone move to another seat, but the whole point of movie night was to be close to one another.

“Ugh! Here!” Virgil groaned and stood up. Before anyone could protest and tell him he didn't have to move, he sat down on Deceit's lap.

“Because this is so comfortable” Deceit muttered.

“It's either this or you sit on the floor. Now shush” he said and squirmed until he was comfortable himself.

The other three starred in confusion at the scene. Didn't Virgil dislike Deceit? Why not sit on one of the other three? Patton shook his head, not wanting to think further about it and started up the movies. None of the others seemed to notice as the night went on, how Virgil leaned farther into Deceit's chest, and the other had an arm wrapped protectively around Virgil's waist.

After that, it seemed that Deceit began to pop up more frequently. He would be there during breakfast, or be found sitting in the living room watching TV. Sometimes he would even just be found walking around the area. Honestly though? It wasn't bad having the darker side around. It was nice because he tended to help out at times.

At times he would be found helping Patton with baking, making his strange lies that everyone had found out how to work around.

Sometimes he listened to Roman when he would go on one of his acting binges, which Logan and Virgil was happy about.

For Logan, Deceit would more so show up to allow the other knowledge about how some of the other dark sides worked. It helped give the logical side more information and allowed him to be able to ask questions.

The most shocking for the others was how well Virgil seemed to warm up to him. Normally they seemed to find the two sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Deceit reading while Virgil listened to music. Sometimes they would be heard talking to one another. It was nice, but now Patton had a feeling. A feeling that something more was there under the surface.The feeling turned out to be true during one of the Sander Sides videos. Patton had come back early from the video, since it was mostly about Roman and Logan this time, not that he minded at all. He had began to walk to his room when he heard giggles and voices.

“Is that…. Virgil??” He thought and tiptoed quietly to investigate. His eyes widened though at what he saw.

There, in the kitchen, stood Deceit and Virgil. Virgil was leaning against the counter and being held by Deceit and kissing. “Dorian! That tickles!!” Virgil said as the other peppered kisses against his cheek and neck.

“But I can help it. Your laugh is totally not adorable my sweet bat” Dorian purred before smiling. Virgil smiled gently before leaning up and kissing the other.

“I was right!!” Patton squealed happily, causing the two to pull away from each other.

“P-Patton!! Wh-what are you doing back so s-soon?!” Virgil asked and looked terrified.

“I wasn't needed in the video but oh my gosh I was right! Aaahhh you two are so cute together!!” He said and smiled happily.

“You're not angry?” Virgil asked and Patton gasped.

“Of course not!! I'm just happy you two are happy!!” He said.

“I didn't tell you that he wouldn't care” Deceit said and Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yes, but what about the other two?” He couldn't help but ask and look nervous.

“They've been trying to figure out what's been going on as well!! Oh Roman is going to be so jealous that I found out before he did!” Patton giggled and went into the kitchen.

“This calls for cupcakes!!” He hugged the two darker sides before moving to start baking. Deceit and Virgil looked to each other before laughing softly. This had been a lot better than they expected.

“It's simply not fair!! I am the romantic one!! How was I not able to see that they were together!!” Roman whined as he sat in a chair. The two had been told when Roman and Logan came back from the video. True to Patton's words as well, Roman was jealous.

“To be fair they did do a good job keeping it hidden. It would seem this was happening for a bit, am I correct?” Logan asked as he looked to the two.

“Yeah…. Dorian and I have been dating for awhile. Apparently he got upset that I hadn't come to see him, which is why he showed up before in the video. Besides everything else that happened in it too” Virgil explained.

“Your name is Dorian??” Roman asked.

“No my name is not Dorian” Dorian said and rolled his eyes.

“I hope this means we'll be seeing you more” Patton said and looked hopeful. It was nice having the other around and he was just happy they had all become friends.

Dorian made a face before sighing. “Yes… I shall come around more. I do quite enjoy being here” he said, for once giving the truth. He wrapped an arm around Virgil gently and smiled.

“If not, I believe someone may get angry" “You're danm right I will” Virgil said before laughing softly. Yeah, this really did go better than they expected.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #anxceit #my writing

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elliepassmore · 5 years ago

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Throne of Glass Review

5/5 stars Recommended for people who like: fantasy, strong female leads, multiple POVs, deadly competitions This is where Celaena's journey technically, 'actually' begins. Coming into ToG, it's a year after the end of Assassin's Bladeand Celaena is, miraculously, still alive. She's fetched by the Prince and Captain of the Guard and once more thrown face-to-face with the King of Adarlan and other people who would gladly kill her given the chance. I'm sensing a theme to Celaena's life here...might it be another Tuesday? UnlikeBlade, ToG is told from multiple 3rd person POVs, so we're able to get a broader view of the things going on during the events of the book. I think, reading it for the first, time without having readBlade first, you definitely have the ability to sympathize with most of the POVs....but coming fresh off of Blade, I couldn't help but feel defensive over Celaena. There's really a stark difference between how Sam treated her versus how Chaol, the Captain of the Guard, and even Dorian, the Prince, treat her. Perhaps obviously, I preferred Celaena's POV followed by Dorian's, then Chaol's, then Kaltain's (a courtier at the palace). Celaena's character definitely has a darker, sadder feel to her in this one (perhaps obviously). She's still ferocious, but there's also a part of her that's more doubtful than she was in Blade, which, considering the amount of care Maas puts into foreshadowing and other details, I'm going to take as an intentional change in Celaena's character. Never fear, though, she's still the same spoiled, luxury-loving, arrogant assassin we know from the prequel. Never one to falter, Celaena almost immediately gets back to training and rebuilding her strength, and we do get to see that progression. In the beginning, Celaena loses a sparring match to Chaol, at the end, she's able to hold her own in....less than favorable conditions against an opponent much stronger and more ruthless than Chaol. Reminisce of the prequel, that spark of Celaena that wants to get away from Rifthold and be free is back again, as well as the reckless and loyal sides of her. Perhaps it is the proximity to Adarlan's crown, but Celaena also has more Terrasen in her in this book. It was referenced multiple times in Blade, but I feel it's more prominent here and it lends itself to getting a bit more of Celaena's background. Dorian might be just as spoiled, if not more-so, as Celaena. Celaena might be in-your-face about it, but it's clear that while Dorian doesn't believe in what his father is doing to the rest of the continent, he's never really been face-to-face with it the way Celaena has (so perhaps we're talking about two different kinds of spoiled here). He makes the distinction from the beginning that he wants people to genuinely respect him and has little patience for the drama and back-stabbery of the court. It's clearly an attempt on Maas' part to make him a sympathetic part of the very despised nobility and, while there's plenty of room for it to fail, it actually comes off naturally on Dorian. He's a witty character, willing to take jabs at the people around him, but he also has a more sensitive side that knows when to back off and let things go. He also shows the ability to be bothered by the things that happen around him. He's often bored in his POVs, which can lead to being bored while reading them sometimes, but he makes up for it with his behavior in other peoples' POVs. I think I ended up liking his POV better than Chaol's, despite the moments when he's boring, is due to how much he's consistently nicer to our main character than Chaol is. Chaol is the Captain of the Guard and Dorian's best friend, soof course, he's going to be snippy and wary of Celaena, but there are times when he's just downright mean to her. If Dorian is spoiled because he's never been fully faced with the consequences of his father's regime, then Chaol can only be purposefully ignorant of the implications of following the King of Adarlan's commands with little more than blind commitment to duty. Chaol used to be one of my favorite characters, but as I've grown and had time to read other books and reread this series, the more I find myself just turned off by his behavior. Yes, Celaena's a notorious assassin, but she's also a teenager who's fresh out of a death camp, cut her a little slack. He does have some genuinely nice and funny moments, though, which start to redeem his character a little. Kaltain was just a pain in the ass to read and I don't recall ever really liking her character. That being said, now that it's been a couple years, I can appreciate that Maas included her as a character with a POV. One the one hand, Kaltain gives us a view of who's plotting against Celaena and gives plenty of foreshadowing for things to come. Kaltain also has access to speak to characters that some of the others don't. On the other hand, and at a deeper level, Kaltain acts as a world-builder. It's easy to write off Kaltain's interest in Dorian as a vain grab for power, but I think it represents more than that. It's a way to show how girls in Adarlan, perhaps specifically girls in nobility, have little ability to determine their own futures. Katlain's interest in Dorian doesn't simply stem from vanity, but from a desire to have power--over herself, over or for her friends, and potentially over the people who wronger her. From the way I read it, Kaltain desperately wants to change her situation and her station. Maybe it is all vanity and shallowness on her part, but a part of me believes her actions are because she feels stuck with her role in life and the people she's been surrounded by have taught by example that manipulating and clawing your way into the top position is not only the way to gain power, but also the way to gain followers and admiration. I really like Nehemia's character. Like Celaena, Nehemia is from a country that's been conquered by the King of Adarlan. Unlike Celaena, Nehemia is in a position to help her people and country. She clearly cares about her people and wants them to be free from Adarlan's rule. She's a princess with a plan, even if the entire thing isn't totally clear yet. From her introduction, you can tell Nehemia's wildfire. She speaks Eyllwe and talks about people to their faces, benefitting from the fact that nearly everyone solely knows the common tongue (which, surprise surprise, is not Eyllwe), and she has no issues flaunting orders (again, no surprise considering she's a princess). I do wish we got to see more scenes of her sparring, I would've enjoyed seeing her whoop Dorian's ass. I like that she befriends Celaena and doesn't mind that Celaena cannot tell her the full truth about things. I really liked Philippa too. She's a little gruff at first, but I think Celaena needs someone to be a bit gruff with her on occasion. Besides, Philippa is more of a motherly-gruff toward Celaena than anything else. I thought she also had quite a few funny lines and more than enough steel in her spine to protect Celaena if need be and to aid in any debauchery...well, to an extent. In terms of romantic relationships...I'm skeptical of all of them, to be honest, but I'm especially skeptical at the beginning signs of Chaol's. When I first read the series, I liked the idea of Celaena and Chaol together, but the two times (one and a quarter times?) I've reread the series since, I can't help but dislike Chaol's interactions with Celaena. As mentioned above, neither Dorian nor Chaol treat her anywhere close to the way Sam does. Obviously, they're different people with different ways of expressing things, but Sam acted like Celaena truly brought him joy, never acted truly afraid of her, and never had qualms about accepting who she was or what she did in the past. The key with Sam is that he trusted her, but he also respected her and more-so, he respected her decisions. Never while reading ToG can I say I felt Chaol or Dorian came anywhere near any of those points. Chaol definitely doesn't accept who she is or what she's done, he doesn't trust her, he doesn't even entirely respect her, while he never fully shows it, I don't think he's unafraid of her either, and while there are moments when Celaena makes him happy, I don't think she brings him joy, or vice versa. Dorian's a bit closer to Sam, I'll admit. Celaena makes him happy, and I think he respects and tentatively trusts her, but the trust definitely isn't all the way there, and I think, despite his acceptance of her now, he still has qualms about what she's done in the past. On the flip side, I can say with confidence that neither Chaol nor Dorian bring Celaena anywhere close to that light, chest-bursting feeling she had with Sam, even if she does find them both attractive. Plot-wise, I enjoyed the idea of a competition, but I wish we got to see more of it. I think we get to see five of the total 13 events, plus the duel at the end. Since the competition was one of the main driving forces behind Celaena's motivation, as well as of the plot, I think we should've been able to see more of the events, more of the training, and more of the competitors. I think seeing more of the training could also have helped with character and relationship development some. From other books I've read, I can say that watching a character train, especially if they're training with someone, is a good metaphor for the character's arc--as they get physically stronger, their arc/development also grows 'stronger'--and when that training is with someone else, it creates a kind of intimacy between those two characters since the one has helped build the other up (and because of the amount of alone time training requires). In view of the larger series, I think this first book sets the stage pretty well. The whole thing's very action packed and has a clearly defined arc and goal, but it leaves enough paths open that they can be revisited again later on to help move the series forward. *BONUS* The Captain and the Prince 4/5 stars My paperback copy of ToG has a scene at the end of it between Chaol and Dorian before they go to fetch Celaena. It's pretty short, only a couple of pages, but it's technically part of the readable canon so... Despite the scene being so short, it definitely characterizes Dorian a great deal. We get to see his impatience with court, his disdain for his father, and his burgeoning desire to get out from under his father's yoke. I actually think we get a pretty good characterization of Chaol here too. He's cautious and protective, but he doesn't altogether shut Dorian down. He might be nicer here than he is in most of the book, to be honest. The scene also sets a decent stage for Dorian and Chaol's relationship as well. We get to see that Dorian is most definitely the impulsive one, but that he does think back on his previous reckless decisions and learn from them. At the same time, we get to see that Chaol is the more cautious one, but that he's willing to bend a little to make his friend happy and to get a bit of freedom himself. I think it's a decent short to read before starting ToG, and the dropped star has more to do with what my gut is saying than with any concrete evidence I can dredge up for an explanation.

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propshophannah · 6 years ago

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Hi, so I’m not super sure what I’m trying to say but I’m feeling down abt some manorian posts I saw. It’s prob really dumb but I get like upset/sad when blogs I like a lot love everything SJM but then say they’re anti one of her ships. I’ve criticized SJM’s writing & there r ships I don’t particularly like...but I’d never say I was anti one of her ships? Idk. Maybe I’m just confused/sad abt why ppl who love SJM choose that word when it carries a lot of baggage in fandoms. idk. I was just 1/2

feeling kinda sad about it. I also saw ppl I respect a lot saying manorian isn’t a ship cuz they don’t say I love you/show PDA/only have sex. I was just…really hurt by that? It felt like they were saying ppl had to act a certain way for their feelings or relationships to be valid. I don’t think they meant to be offensive(?) they just didn’t realize they were marginalizing a lot of ppl & cultures that show affection differently. idk. It made me really sad & I’m not sure what to do. 2/2

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Hi Nonnie, I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this ask and I’m sorry you’re feeling sad and confused. I want you to know that what you’ve brought up here is not dumb. Your feelings are valid and important! I’ll try to address your ask as best I can.

About fandom use of the term anti.

You are not alone in finding this odd or discouraging. I’ve seen stuff like this from time to time on “pro” blogs and found myself thinking the same exact thing. I’ve had a lot of conversations with people about it, too. It does seem like there could be a better way to phrase ship criticism or dislike of something other than to use the word anti because you’re right, it does carry a lot of baggage.

To play the devil’s advocate, I think it’s really important to remember that context is key. Just because a fandom blog you love says they’re “anti” something doesn’t mean they’re using the term in the same way Official Anti Blogs use it. (As I write this, I’m wondering if I’ve ever used it to express dislike, not realizing how it could come across!) It could be a joke you’re not in on, or phrasing used because the blogger was rage posting (we’ve all been there) and that was the phrase that validated their feelings in that moment, or it could be that they used that phrase without thinking about how it might come off to their followers.

Have you tried asking the blogger about it? Maybe just send a quick note about how it made you feel. They might not realize how it comes off. This could give you an opportunity to feel as though you’ve been heard and it would allow the blogger the opportunity to explain why they chose that phrase. I think you should ask them, Nonnie! Just because there are a lot of reasons someone might choose that phrase that don’t necessarily mean they are against SJM, or only pro the things they like about her writing and against everything else.

Now that’s not to say that a blog can’t be pro SJM and still be anti something about her books or (as you said) criticize her work. And if that’s the phrase they choose to use then there isn’t much we can do about it. We can’t change other people, but we can change ourselves. So maybe, you don’t follow that blog anymore, or you remind yourself that they’re still a great blog, but one you disagree with on word choice and topics.

About PDA and relationship validation.

I actually love that you brought this up because this is a conversation I’ve been having a LOT lately. There have been a handful of posts or comments on posts lately where things like PDA etc. were used to lessen or invalidate Manon and Dorian’s relationship and it just left an icky feeling with a lot of people.

I should be VERY clear here. I DO NOT think the people who use PDA as an argument for invalidating a ship realize they’re marginalizing people, or are being offensive when they do this. I think it’s more that they’ve just never been in a position where they were asked to think about it that way. The normative category is by definition ignorant of itself, right? Like, even I had a hard time figuring out why some of these arguments left a bad taste in my mouth, and it wasn’t until after I’d talked to a few people that I was able to really figure it out.

But you’re right! Not everyone expresses affection by exhibiting normative displays of romantic love (such as hand holding, cuddling, kissing etc.). Some people aren’t capable of those things, don’t like those things, or they just choose to express affection differently (maybe by validating someone’s feelings, keeping them safe, being present, providing for them in small ways like making dinner or folding their person’s laundry etc.).

And I think the best/most relevant point you make, is that some people don’t come from cultures that normalize PDA. Western cultures show affection VERY differently than Eastern cultures.

Recently I watched a CNN special on Japan that talked a lot about this idea of “sexlessness” and how culturally the Japanese don’t show a lot of affection, specifically touch affection (hugs, kisses, hand holding after marriage etc.). It was fascinating and I’d argue that the idea of cultural differences TOTALLY APPLIES to the Ironteeth in ToG. We don’t know a lot about their culture, but we do know that affection in any form is frowned upon and discouraged. So if we consider how Manon grew up thinking she was incapable of love/displaying loving or kind emotions (and subsequently beaten/abused for displayed them) it’s not hard at all to see how it would take her a lot of time (and deprogramming) to be able to show and express those kinds of emotions.

This is her ENTIRE character arc, right? From the very moment she appeared on page, she told us how heartless she was, while simultaneously showing us how heartless she was not. (I mean, helloOoOo Abraxos!) Her first “I love you” always belonged to him. But she didn’t need to say it for us to know she loved him. It was there the whole time in her actions. Same with the Thirteen. Manon loved them dearly. They were her sisters, her family. And just because she never told them “I love you” doesn’t mean she didn’t love them. I have plenty of friends whom I love very deeply who I’ve never said I love you to. I likewise have lots of friends who I have said it to. Also, it’s easier to tell a pet/animal that we love them rather than risk saying it to a person, right? Animals aren’t going to judge or reject you—or even verbally respond. Therefore, it’s a low risk endeavor. (Not to say I think this is the only reason she said it to Abraxos!)

My partner and I are not into PDA. At all. Sometimes, if we’re in a group of close friends or family I may be more into showing touch affection, but usually we save those moments for private. There have been MANY times when we’ve been out and people have hit on my partner because they honestly don’t know we’re together. And I don’t get mad/jealous or physically stake a claim or anything when this happens. I let my partner handle it. We just aren’t into sharing our intimate moments with other people. It’s for us only.

So I totally understand how an argument based on PDA can be really hurtful or potentially offensive. Especially when the argument ignores the great moments of communication we get with manorian. As if communication is less important to relationships than PDA…

I also see nothing wrong with casual sex, though I don’t see manorian as having had casual sex (even before the “stay” scene where they clearly did more than just sex). I think they both talk a big game about how the sex didn’t mean anything, but if that were true then why wouldn’t Dorian pursue Vesta? Why would the idea of Dorian with another person make Manon jealous? I feel like they both wanted to pretend like The Sex didn’t mean anything, but I read two people, who weren’t able to verbalize their feelings for one another, finding a shared safe space that was free of responsibilities and the horrors of war where they could be with one another and express their feelings the only way they could at that moment in time. (Which is another reason the “stay” scene stands out.)

TL;DR

A good friend of mine is not monogamous at all. She’s in a relationship with a married man (who’s in an open relationship with his wife). They’re bf and gf and she tells me how they say I love you to one another, take trips together, have AMAZING sex, he writes her the most beautiful love letters, they go on dates—they do EVERYTHING couples do. Except he’s married and they’re both sleeping with other people.

And sometimes it’s HARD for me to figure out where to put this in my brain because I grew up with a specific set of parameters that defined what a relationship was supposed to look like. Sometimes I get confused about how he also loves his wife, sometimes I get confused about how my friend knows their relationship is real. Like it’s hard because it challenges societal expectations of what relationships look like.

I think that happens sometimes with ships in books—or with anything in life that we don’t understand. When something is different than what we expect or are used to, it can kind of…blind us to what’s there. If it still bothers you, Nonnie, you could try explaining your side to these people and start a dialogue? It might actually be really helpful for you and them! Give it a try and let me know!

#koa spoilers #koa spoiler #manorian #manorian ask #sexlessness #cultural norms #manon blackbeak #manon crochan #dorian havilliard #manon expressing feelings #I guess I could've also talked about how we saw her start learning #how to offer and receive comfort too #but that would've been a bit off topic #but the idea that she is learning because she's now in a different environment still holds

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dr-j-bright · 4 years ago

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Revas Lavellan ~ Dragon Age OC

Full name: Revas Lavellan

Nicknames / Aliases: “Little Daisy” because he will wear flowers in his hair frequently, and oftentimes people refer to him using his last name, Lavellan.

Gender: Transgender Male

Birthday and Age: 1st of Solace, 9:17 Dragon (Zodiac sign is Cancer)

Race: Elf

Sexuality: Homosexual

Height: 5' 2"

Weight: 155 lb.

Languages: Common, Elvhen, and is learning Orlesian

Religion: He believes in the Dalish elven gods.

Family: He is from the Dalish clan Alerion, and his mother is named Eralia Alerion. His father left to live in the city of Denerim when Revas was 7. He has no siblings.

 Appearance : He has pointed ears, with green eyes, brown wavy hair, freckles, and green vallaslin. He is rather short compared to humans, but he assures himself he is of an average height for a Dalish elf.

Eye Colour: Bright forest green

Hair Colour and style: His hair is golden-brown, wavy, and he lets it fall into his face in a messy hairstyle most of the time.

How old do they look?: Early twenties

Body Type: Short, but lithe and graceful

Skin Tone: He's white, but on the tan side from being in the sun so often

Defining Features (tattoos, scars, facial hair, birthmarks): He has green vallaslin representing Mythal on his face and body, and he has a scar on the right side of his neck around 3 inches long. Elves do not grow facial hair, so he has a smooth face. He has freckles covering his cheekbones and shoulders, as well as his ears partially. He also has a very faint Welsh accent.

Likes: Nature, talking with friends, dogs, music, flowers, respectful people, rainy weather, jewelry (especially earrings!), wood carvings, contemplation, etc.

Dislikes: Manipulative people, most humans, ignorance, large crowds (he prefers small groups of close friends), too much social interaction (he's introverted), yelling, stress, and routines.

Fears: Physical pain, certain types of insects (bees, wasps, crickets, centipedes, etc.), helplessness, abusive relationships, unrequited love, fire, and he is avoidant of conflict (ex: if someone is yelling at him really harshly, he'll try to zone out and stop engaging or even walk away)

Hobbies: Woodcarving, practicing archery, drawing (he's trying to get better!), playing instruments (he plays the lute), gardening, birdwatching, and he collects rocks, flowers, and feathers.

Habits: He stutters sometimes, he picks at his lip, plays with his hair, and if he is wearing jewelry, will fidget a bunch with it. Overall, he is always doing something with his hands. He often touches his face, such as resting his head on his hand, covering his mouth, or rubbing his chin. He zones out a lot, and won't always respond when you call him. He gets distracted easily, but if talking about something he enjoys or to someone he likes, he will never stop talking. He also likes sitting on counters, and he can and will sit in a chair in the most ludicrous position you've ever seen. He also will be very affectionate with the ones he truly trusts, laying on top of them or headbutting them the way a cat does.

Strengths/Virtues:  He is very intelligent and constantly wants to learn more. He is loyal and affectionate to the ones he loves, and is very empathetic. He is also very understanding.

Weaknesses/Flaws: When he is wronged, he does not forget or forgive quickly, if ever. He struggles with maintaining a positive self-image, and can be a people pleaser. He often falls in love with people who don't love him back, and he feels emotions very strongly. He is distrusting and even hateful of humans, even though the logical side of him knows not all of them are evil.

 Dreams/Goals: He wants to find his father eventually, if he's even alive still. He wants to enact revenge on the humans who tried to destroy his clan. He wants to find a group of friends who will support him through anything, and he hopes that someday he'll find a lover who will love him and trust him as strongly as he loves and trusts them.

Class: Rogue

Specialization: Ranger

Relationship status: Taken (Depends, sometimes he portrayed as being with Dorian, other times he’s portrayed as being with someone else’s oc named Rilas Lavellan)

Romanceable: No

Background: He was born in 9:17 Dragon, and was raised by his mother and father. At the age of 6, a large group of human hunters and farmers had banded together and lit the clan's camp on fire and killed their halla in an attempt to drive them off of their borders. Everyone managed to escape, but a teenage elf died of his burns a day later. He deeply distrusts and hates humans now, and is also fearful of fire. At the age of 7, his father left his mother and his clan to move to Denerim. According to what Revas' mother has told him, his father left because he was a coward and didn't want to stay in the clan after the attack. He started training to be a hunter at the age of 10 years old, and was proficient with a bow. He tries very hard to follow the Vir Tanadhal, the Way of Three Trees, a Dalish philosophy taught to young hunters in the name of Andruil. At the age of 24, he was one of the best hunters in the clan, and decided to start traveling in an attempt to learn more about the world, and more about the history of the elves. He always had the intention of returning to his clan, but when things started going downhill in 9:42 Dragon, he decided to join the Inquisition so that he might better keep his clan safe from harm, and so that he could help people who needed it. He was very adverse to the idea of working with humans, but after a large amount of consideration, he decided that joining the Inquisition was the right thing to do.

Notes: He does have autism! However, he doesn't know that, and just thinks he's kinda weird. He doesn't hate humans just for what they did to his clan, he also hates them for everything they've done to elvenkind. He carries lots of resentment about Halamshiral and the Exalted March, as well as towards how elves are treated nowadays. He plans to return to his clan after this is all over, and tell them stories about what he learned and experienced.

#Revas Lavellan #My OCs

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ofrevas-archive · 7 years ago

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Detailed companion verse

Name: Alanari Tillahnnen

Race: Elvhen

Class & Specialization: Arcane rogue

Varric’s Nickname for them: Bright Eyes

Default Tarot Card: The Chariot

How they are recruited: Encountered protecting a group of elvhen refugees in the Hinterlands. If the correct dialogue options are chosen, Alanari may become an agent or a companion.

Where they are in Skyhold: before renovations are complete, they can be found on the second floor of the barn. Later, they will move in to one of the vacant rooms overlooking the garden. If romanced, their belongings will move to the Inquisitor’s tower.

Things they Generally Approve of: compassion towards marginalized people, limiting the Chantry’s influence, defending elves

Things they Generally Disapprove of: prioritizing the interests of nobility over everyone else, hostility towards elves, turning elvhen artifacts and history over to humans

Mages, Templars, Other?: afraid of both (though that is not something they’ll easily admit), slightly favors mages. Greatly dislikes the Circles.

Companions

Friendly: Varric Blackwall Cole

Indifferent/neutral: Sera Dorian Solas Leliana Iron Bull Josephine

Unfriendly: Cassandra Vivienne

Romanceable?: By elvhen Inquisitors. If the Inquisitor refuses to help rescue their brother, or if Morrigan is allowed access to the Vir’abelasan, there is a potential outcome of Alanari breaking off the relationship.

Small side mission: tbc.

Companion quest:

Triggered upon reaching the Dalish camp in the Exalted Plains. When the Inquisitor exits conversation with Keeper Hawen for the first time, they will approach him on their own. They become more and more distressed, and run from his side mid-sentence to ask that the player accompany them to the Emerald Graves to find their brother, Hawen’s First.

Option 1: Refuse to track Taven and his group. This nets you a ‘greatly disapproves’, and Alanari will temporarily leave the party to find him on their own. There is, after this, always a hint of disinterest bordering on coldness in their voice when speaking to the Inquisitor. This option will also end any romance, no matter its progression.

Option 2: Agree to help. When next entering the Emerald Graves, a cutscene outside of Din’an Hanin will trigger. You hear combat ahead, and Alanari rushes ahead. The party follows, and the next scene shows Alanari cutting down combined Red Templar-Venatori forces alongside a small group of elves. All appear to be defending one elf in particular, who bears more than a passing resemblance to Alanari.

Like Fenris’ personal quest, if the story progresses and their quest is not completed, Alanari will disappear from Skyhold or camp, and return only when they find Taven.

Tarot card change

Option 1: Five of Swords: discord, promotion of self-interest, conflict

Option 2: Page of Wands: enthusiasm, welcome news

Romanced: Six of Cups

Cole’s reflection on their thoughts: “Quiet, sad acceptance. Say it doesn’t hurt until it feels real.”

Comment(s) on Mages: “Alone and desperate when the entire world either wants you dead or wouldn’t care? No, I have no idea what that feels like.”

Comment(s) on Templars: (sarcastically) “I do appreciate how well they protect everyone from ‘the dangers of magic’.”

When looking for something: “Wait, this could be useful. Let me...there!”

When finding a campsite: “I’m fine to set up here. Or move on. Your choice.”

When the Inquisitor falls: “Hey! We still need you here!”

When the Inquisitor falls (romanced): “No! No, no, no...I’m coming!”

When they are low on Health: “Some help over here!”

When they see a dragon: “Couldn’t we find another path? We’re intruding on its home.”

If the party decides to attack the dragon anyway: “Really?”

During their small side quest:

Greeting:

Cold/Hostile (-75 to -5): “What, you need me to go beat someone up because he didn’t bow to you quickly enough?”

Neutral (-5 to 34): “What is it?”

Warm/Friendly (35 to 125): “Falon?”/”Lethallen?”

Sample banter:

(adapted from here.)

Varric: You don’t talk much about yourself. Alanari: *laughs* I talk enough. Varric: No, what you do is put out hot air, and hope no one notices. Not the same thing. Alanari: What do you want me to say? My life wasn’t some magical adventure. Or constant stealing, despite what I know humans like to believe. Alanari: Why do you want to know so much, anyway? Varric: Everyone has a past. Alanari: So make it up. Everyone else does.

Leaving the Inquisition: “Not that I expect you to care, but I’m out. I want nothing more to do with where you’re heading.”

Detailed approval/disapproval: major quests

Champions of the Just:

Lord Abernache: Care to mark the moment? Ten Orlesian houses walk with you.

(Nobility Knowledge) I celebrate this pairing. : slightly disapproves

Perhaps an overblown speech?: slightly approves

Banner ritual:

Andraste first: slightly disapproves People first: approves Templars first: disapproves

Templars allied: disapproves Templars disbanded: no change

In Hushed Whispers:

Connor: That's me. The boy with Redcliffe's blood on his hands.

It wasn't your fault.: slightly approves I'm surprised you're here.: no change They should have killed you.: slightly disapproves

Fiona: As one indentured to a magister, I no longer have the authority to negotiate with you.

You've made a huge mistake.: slightly approves That was fast.: no change You're ignoring the Breach?: slightly approves Then tell me who does.: no change

Lysas: Were you really looking to ally with us?

Yes. Mages should be free.: approves You sound doubtful.: no change No. You should be contained.: slightly disapproves

Dorian: The magic Alexius is using is wildly unstable, and it's unraveling the world.

This is a lot to swallow.: no change Do you have evidence?: no change I don't trust you.: slightly approves

Felix: And I can tell you one thing: whatever he's done for them, he's done it to get to you.

How do we stop him?: no change I'm flattered.: no change He doesn't scare me.: slightly disapproves

Alexius: Fiona, you would not have turned your followers over to my care if you did not trust me with their lives.

Perhaps we should include her.: approves Because you simply ooze trust.: slightly approves Let's get to business.

Alexius: The Inquisition needs mages to close the Breach, and I have them. So, what shall you offer in exchange?

We have connections.: slightly disapproves Nothing.: slightly approves I know you want me dead.: no change Let's talk about time magic.: slightly approves Tell me about the Venatori.

Alexius: Felix, what have you done?

He's concerned about you.: no change Your trap has already failed.: no change Why are you really here?: no change

Alexius: You're nothing but a mistake.

What was supposed to happen?: slightly approves What is the mark?: no change Who killed the Divine?: no change

Alexius: The Elder One has power you would not believe. He will raise the Imperium from its own ashes.

Who is the Elder One?: no change You're a fanatic.: slightly approves What kind of power?: no change

Conscript mages: disapproves Ally mages: slightly approves

In Your Heart Shall Burn

If all six townspeople were helped/rescued (only party members): approves

If you don't save all six townspeople, but do manage to save at least one (only party members): slightly approves

Dorian: From what I gathered in Redcliffe, it marched all of this way to take your Herald. / Cole: The Elder One doesn't care about the village. He only wants the Herald.

I'd give myself to save Haven.: slightly approves Why? Why does he want me?: no change How do I stop him?: approves

Roderick: She must have shown me. Andraste must have shown me so I could... tell you.

Cullen, can you get them out?: no change Rocks won't stop a dragon.: no change Go. I'll distract them.: slightly approves

The Ceremony

Cassandra: You.

(Surprised) But I'm not your chosen one!: no change (Pleased) I'm honored./My faith is rewarded.: slightly disapproves (Confused) Everyone agreed to this?: no change But I'm not even human. (non-human only): slightly approves You trust this to a mage? (mage only): slightly approves (Mad) I don't want this!: slightly disapproves

Cassandra: There would be no Inquisition without you. How it will serve, how you lead: that must be yours to decide.

A dwarf will stand for us all. (Dwarven only): no change An elf will stand for us all. (Elven only): approves A qunari will stand for us all. (Qunari only): no change I'll set an example as a mage.: slightly approves I'll be a servant of faith.: slightly disapproves I fight for order, not faith.: slightly approves I'll do it because it's right.: slightly approves Corypheus must be stopped.:slightly approves I will lead them to vengeance.: no change I'll do it for my own power. : disapproves

Here Lies the Abyss

Hawke left in Fade: disapproves Warden left in Fade: no change

Wardens exiled: no change Wardens exiled (if Jana was sacrificed): approves Wardens allied: no change Wardens allied (if Jana was sacrificed): slightly disapproves

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts

I'll talk with Florianne. (Publicly expose the duchess' crimes to the court, avoiding further bloodshed.): no change I will execute her myself. (Kill the duchess.): no change Take her away. (Give the Duchess to the guards.): no change Detain the duchess. (Save Celene's life, then deal with the duchess.): no change Wait for Florianne to attack. (Allow the empress to die before dealing with the duchess.): no change

Celene rules alone

Briala is an accomplice. (Gaspard executed. Implicate Briala as well.): disapproves (Special) No, spare Gaspard's life. (Try to convince Celene to let Gaspard live.): slightly disapproves

Celene and Briala rule together

Briala helped stop Florianne. (Use the evidence gathered about Gaspard to support Briala.): slightly approves What about Briala's reward? (Gaspard executed. Attempt to reconcile Celene and Briala.): slightly approves Reconciliation successful: no change

Public truce

All of you were at fault. (Try to force the three leaders into a truce.): no change Work together for Orlais.: no change You've been outplayed.: no change

You work for me now.: slightly disapproves

Gaspard rules alone

Gaspard will be emperor. (Use the blackmail material to discredit Briala and support Gaspard.): greatly disapproves

Gaspard and Briala rule

Briala can take over. (Use blackmail material to put Briala in power.): greatly approves

What Pride Had Wrought

Follow rituals to access temple: approves Follow Samson/Calpernia: slightly disapproves

Accept alliance: approves Reject alliance: greatly disapproves

Allow Calpernia to leave: slightly approves Destroy Samson’s armor: slightly approves

Elvhen inquisitor drinks: slightly approves Inquisitor allows Alanari to drink: greatly approves Morrigan or non-elvhen inquisitor drink (potential crisis point): greatly disapproves

Detailed approval/disapproval: minor quests

Flowers for Senna:

approves

Jana (Crestwood):

"Don't join the Wardens." / "Solas?": slightly approves

"Go ahead and join." / "I can see the appeal.": disapproves. applied during “Here Lies the Abyss”.

From the Beyond:

desecrate the graves: disapproves.

clear the site of demons and leave: approves

Someone to Lose:

“He was brave.”: no approval change.

“Teenagers are stupid.”: slightly disapproves

“Blood magic.”: slightly disapproves

allowing Alanari to explain what happened: slightly approves

By the Grace of the Dalish:

each time a task is completed: slightly approves

The Knights’ Tomb:

give the scroll to Keeper Hawen: greatly approves sell the scroll to the Chantry: greatly disapproves

Bestow Mourning Halla (wartable):

Cullen/Josephine: approves Leliana: slightly disapproves

Freemen of the Dales:

each time a cell is wiped out: slightly approves

Judgement approval/disapproval

Gereon Alexius

Execution: no change Imprisonment: no change Put to work for the mages: approves Made Tranquil: disapproves Forced to research magic arcana for the Inquisition: no change

Knight-Captain Denam

Execution: no change Imprisonment: no change Given to the Templars to be punished: slightly disapproves Exiled to the Sea of Ash: disapproves Conscription: disapproves

Grand Duchess Florianne de Chalons

(if alive) Encloisterment: slightly disapproves Recruit her for the Inquisition: no change Farm work: approves Exile: slightly disapproves Make her the Inquisition's court jester: slightly approves

(if dead) Ignore her: no change Put her remains to use: no change Return the trade routes to the reigning monarch: slightly disapproves Void her claims: no change

Magister Livius Erimond

Imprisonment: no change Execution: approves Made Tranquil: disapproves Remand to the Grey Wardens: no change

Ser Ruth

Divine Forgiveness: disapproves Public Humiliation: no change Imprisonment: no change Refuse to judge a Warden: slightly disapproves Exile like the rest of the Wardens: no change Exile to the Deep Roads: no change

Samson

Serve the Inquisition: no change Give him to Dagna for study: no change Remand to Kirkwall for judgment: no change Exile to the wilderness: disapproves Imprisonment: no change

Captain Thom Rainier

Pardon: approves Give him to the Wardens after the Inquisition ends: no change Servitude to the Inquisition: greatly disapproves

Chief Movran the Under

Banishment: slightly disapproves Put on public display in a gibbet and "probably" released: disapproves Arm and Exile to Tevinter: approves Assign to Abernache: no change

Mayor Gregory Dedrick

Give him to the Grey Wardens: slightly disapprovers Exile: slightly disapproves Give him a clean death: no change Lock him up in Ferelden: no change

Crassius Servis

Imprisonment: no change Returned to Corypheus: slightly approves Recruited as an Informant: no change Recruited as a Smuggler: no change

Mistress Poulin

Have her rebuild the town: slightly approves Released: disapproves Put to work: no change Execution: no change Money confiscated for House Trevelyan: disapproves

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Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 7 AUTHOR: goddessofmischief ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.

RATING: T

It was apparent that my master and Lavinia had made up that particular morning following their small quarrel, for they were inseparable throughout the rest of her stay at Heathcote. However, Mr. Laufeyson’s attention on me, during the following week, had not diminished in the slightest. He always made sure that I was content and kept well engaged with various indoor diversions - since, by the doctor’s orders, I was still not permitted to go outside. To my delight, he gave me permission to consistently borrow from his library whenever he was present. Upon my first return inside that room, after the incident, I had not been surprised to see that the mysterious daguerreotype of myself was missing from his desk.

Throughout this time, I additionally received, and answered, a few more correspondences from Agnes and Miss Grey, which brightened my spirits even further. They all seemed to be doing well, and Agnes had begun to lay layers of seeds in the garden, which reminded myself about the garden in which Mr. Laufeyson had given me permission to work on.

The Browne’s left early on a beautiful Saturday morning in mid-March, which had been precisely a fortnight since their arrival. I once again joined everyone else in sending them off. Mr. Browne said goodbye to me in a cordial manner, while Lavinia and her mother ignored me completely. In fact, the two women eyed me strangely, with expressions of envy and suspicion. Was it because I would remain at Heathcote with Mr. Laufeyson, while Lavinia would be miles away from her lover? After assuring Lavinia that he would send her a letter shortly, he briefly kissed her and their carriage soon departed.

But then, after they were gone, Peter came around with the phaeton, in which I recognized was being pulled by Dorian and Xavier. This bewildered me quite. Once Peter exited the carriage, my master got inside and called out to me. “Victoria, go on inside and fetch your bonnet and cloak.” He said, as Richard handed him his top hat and gloves. “Why sir? Where are we going?” I inquired. “Well, as you are now allowed to venture outside, I thought we could take a ride into the village.” I was so enthralled by this that I hurried inside without another word, and I could hear my master heartily laugh at my reaction. I put on my lighter cloak and bonnet, as it was one of those rare March days that foretold the coming of spring. The sun shone high in the sky, and the temperature was pleasant. When I returned outside, I took my master’s outstretched hand and he guided me into the carriage. I perceived how amazed the servants were by my master’s actions, and I also was quite flustered by how altered his disposition kept proving to be. Nevertheless, they all wished us a pleasant afternoon. Mr. Laufeyson tightened his grasp on the reins and we were soon on our way. “Have you missed the outdoors, Victoria?” he asked. “Tremendously, sir!” I exclaimed, gleefully. He smiled and turned onto an empty lane. “It seems that only a moment outside has brought back the rosiness to your cheeks.“ He briefly examined my face before he spoke again. "I must admit I have disliked having you so confined to the house throughout the past week.” “As have I, but it’s no matter. This makes up for it.” I assured him. I looked past him onto the moors, and, unlike on that other foggy morning, I could now see the village in the distance. He brought my attention back to him as he held out the reins towards me. “Would you like to steer?” “I believe that would be unwise, sir. I’m far too incompetent. I haven’t even ridden a horse for about a year.” This was true. The last time I rode a horse was on a trip to Cornwall with my parents last spring. “We must go riding together soon, but here, I’ll help guide you.” He quickly gave me the reins before I could say another word, but then placed his gloved hands over mine. I was daunted by partially navigating the carriage at first, and this was evident in how tense my hands were. “Just relax, you’re doing fine.” He spoke calmly. We continued onwards and as soon as I became rather comfortable in steering, due to the feeling of his hands encompassing mine, he suddenly lifted his hands off. “No! Please don’t!” I exclaimed, terrified at the prospect of steering the carriage on my own. He chuckled, but held my hands once more. “Are you this scared when you ride horses as well?” “I’m not scared.” I retorted sharply. “I just haven’t maneuvered a horse in a while.” “Of course, Victoria. I am only joking.” He spoke in a lighthearted manner, and appeared amused by my anger. “Do you happen to have a riding habit, by the way?” “No, sir. I did not pack one with me.” My parents had purchased a few riding habits for me, especially for that trip to Cornwall, but I knew that I would not need them at the orphanage. I hadn’t predicted, however, that I would have the chance to wear them in Yorkshire. “Well, it looks like that we will just have to add one to our shopping list.” He slyly grinned. “No. I couldn’t possibly think of having you purchase my clothes, sir.” “Now, I want to make one thing clear.” His tone suddenly darkened, and I shrank away from him. “You will not question me further in regards to how I spend my money.” He paused and sighed deeply. He avoided my eyes by looking back onto the road, and his next words were delivered more benevolently. “You are my ward, and therefore I get to ultimately decide what I wish to buy you - with your opinion, of course.” “Yes, sir.” I said meekly before also returning my eyes to the lane ahead of us.

We soon drove into the quaint village, which was everything that I hoped it would be. It had a wide variety of shops, including a dressmaker, general store, post office, bookshop, pharmacy, tea room and tavern. Upon our arrival into town, I became aware at how the townspeople reacted as we passed them by. They would hurry to get out of the street or nod timidly towards Mr. Laufeyson with averted eyes. I didn’t question Mr. Laufeyson about the behaviors of these people, for I saw that his entire countenance conveyed a look of superiority and arrogance. He turned into a wide alley, in which a young man immediately appeared and held the horses as we got out of the vehicle. Not a word was spoken between Mr. Laufeyson and the young man, but the young man proceeded to lead the horses forward into an extensive barn where other carriages were parked in. “I was thinking that we can visit the dressmaker first, and then I will drop you off at the bookshop for a little while. I have some business to attend to.” “What kind of business, sir?” “I have not made it known to you, but I am the landlord of most of the houses situated in this part of Yorkshire. Therefore, I am meeting with one of my tenants at the tavern this afternoon.” I nodded in understanding, yet I was quite surprised to hear of his title as a landlord. Was his occupation really so trivial that I had never heard any of the servants talk about it before? I wondered why nobody had mentioned it to me prior.

He guided me in the direction of the dressmaker’s, which proved to be a beautifully designed store, complete with different mannequins showing the latest fashions from London and abroad. Various display tables exhibited exquisite laces, ribbons and other bits and bobs. As we had entered the store, a bell above the door had marked our presence and a middle-aged woman came out of the back juggling many boxes in her arms. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!” She said, her voice muffled by the large boxes before her face, which also obscured her view. As she tried to maneuver behind the counter, she stumbled over something and the boxes, which most definitely contained various bonnets and other hats, flew out of her hands. However, all of the boxes had been secured tightly and none of the contents had spilled out. I hurried over to help her pick them up. “Oh, thank you, miss.” She said graciously. I said it was no problem at all, and after she placed her boxes onto the counter, her eyes widened and she stepped backwards into the wall upon looking in the direction of my master. “Good day, Mr. Laufeyson.” She said shakily. “How may I be of service to you?” “Hello Mrs. Walsh. My ward Victoria is in need of a new riding habit, and some other dresses as well.” Other dresses? I did not need, nor did I desire, additional frocks. I was perfectly content with the ones that I already have in my possession. I had not even worn the majority of them yet, as I was still in mourning. “O-Of course. Let me get out our new catalogue.” She returned to the back room. “Sir, I do not need more dresses. Just the riding habit will do.” I remarked. “I will be purchasing you two additional dresses, Victoria. A day and evening dress. And I don’t want to hear another word of defiance issue from your mouth.” He said resolutely, but in a jovial tone of voice. And as I crossed my arms in defeat, I saw that he grinned triumphantly.

Mrs. Walsh returned to the catalogue, and Mr. Laufeyson told me to choose whatever styles I liked. The style of riding habit that I chose was harmonious to the ones that I used to own, yet I chose it in a dark charcoal grey to correspond with my mourning. The deep burgundy day dress I selected was rather plain, but still pretty, and was detailed by ruching at the bodice, puffed sleeves and a small bow at the back. The evening dress was more difficult to decide upon, as I couldn’t settle on a color. “Which do you prefer, sir? The blue or the green?” I asked my guardian, showing him the silk swatches of the two colors. “The green.” He said without hesitation. “And have you just chosen that color as it is your favorite?” I eyed his cravat, as he had chosen to wear one of emerald green today. “Perhaps.” He grinned. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to see me in another color? Like pink, for example?” I immediately regretted my words, as I knew that they might offend him as they obviously referred to Lavinia’s many gowns of that color. However, he began to chuckle. “Yes, I am quite sure.” When I turned back to Mrs. Walsh to confirm the color for the dress, she appeared baffled by what was going on between Mr. Laufeyson and I. Nevertheless, she wrote it down in her order book and told me to follow her to the back to take my measurements.

“You are a blessing, Miss Victoria.” She whispered to me once she closed the curtain that separated the back room from the front. This statement took me off guard, yet when I responded I also spoke softly as I didn’t want Mr. Laufeyson to overhear our conversation. “How so, Mrs. Walsh?” “Please dear, call me Gertrude.” I nodded at her request and she continued. “Not I, nor anybody else in the entirety of Yorkshire, have ever witnessed Mr. Laufeyson act with such amiability before!” She began to take my measurements with diligence as I asked her a question. “Has he always been so formidable?” “Ohh, yes, dear. As a landlord, he has caused families to move out of their homes and out onto the streets to live the rest of their lives in poverty. Just last year, one of my good friends Jan Appleby was forced out of her home with her five children due to her husband’s inability to pay Mr. Laufeyson’s high charges of rent.” “And where are the Appleby’s now?” I inquired worriedly. “They had to move out of town. They are still in Yorkshire, yet are far away enough from being influenced further by Mr. Laufeyson.” I was saddened to learn of this. She finished up with the necessary measurements, and I informed her to give me an additional inch or two. She initially thought that I was joking, but I told her that I wished to gain back some weight. “Is Mr. Laufeyson treating you well?” She immediately asked with apprehension. “Yes. I just recently had a fever. That’s all.” It did not want to give this woman another reason to hate my master. “Ah, yes. This winter has been cruel to us all.” She said with a sigh. “Well, we better go back out. I don’t want to make your master suspicious of what we are talking about.” She said with a wink. I obliged, and as she drew the curtain, my eyes fell on my guardian, who appeared completely dissatisfied from having to wait so long in such a store. “I expect that all of these garments will be completed in two weeks.” He firmly addressed to Mrs. Walsh. Her eyes bulged open wide. “But, sir, surely you must understand-“ “I don’t want to hear any grievances from you, Mrs. Walsh. Make the completion of these dresses your upmost priority.” I then spoke up, for I would not allow him to inflict such pressure upon the woman, who probably had many other garments to complete other than mine. “It would be unnecessary for Gertrude-“ Mr. Laufeyson turned to me with shock at already being on a first name basis with the dressmaker, having only spent less than five minutes with her alone. “I mean Mrs. Walsh, to prioritize two dresses that I will not wear until a few more months, or whenever I deem is the right time.” “What do you mean, Miss Dowling?” He scowled disapprovingly. The fact that he had once again addressed me in this way did not go unnoticed. For the last two weeks, I had grown accustomed to hearing him call me only by my first name. “I am still in mourning, sir, and therefore I will continue to wear black and grey for the time being. So, Mrs. Walsh will take her time on the dresses and only focus on completing the riding habit in two or more weeks.” I turned to my master and he bit his lip in agitation. When he opened his mouth, he could utter nothing. “Two weeks for the riding habit will be just fine, miss.” Said Mrs. Walsh appreciatively.

“How dare you humiliate me, Victoria!” shouted Mr. Laufeyson once we exited out of the shop. “I apologize, sir. I did not intend to offend you. I only thought to remind you of my mourning.” I was finding it hard to hold back my laughter at his wounded pride. “Well, I still will not have you boss me around in such a way again!” His words wavered, and did not come out as confidently as he intended. “Yes, sir.” I agreed, even though I felt like challenging him on his own morals, especially in regards to the information that I had gathered from Gertrude. He then placed his top hat firmly on his head and took out his pocket watch to check the time. “I must meet my tenant now, Victoria. Do you mind spending a few minutes at the bookshop?” “Of course, sir.” I nodded with approval. He smiled, and his previous crossness towards me seemed to dissipate into thin air. “Good girl. I will meet you inside shortly. Pick out whichever books you like.” He departed in the direction of the Red Lion Tavern, as I headed to the bookshop across the street.

There was already a large gathering of people inside, and I grew disconcerted when the crowd, which was largely made up of men, turned to observe me. They all began to mutter things to one another, and I hid behind a stack of books. Although I appeared interested in the large volumes before my eyes, I was not in the slightest: for they were all medical and scientific journals. “Is that she?” whispered one voice. “Yes, indeed. Just look at how she is dressed in all black. Yet, the color becomes her quite well.” answered another. I then heard a women’s voice out of the congregation of men: “Poor thing. I heard from Mrs. Sweeney that her husband believes that Mr. Laufeyson abuses the girl.” “It wouldn’t surprise me, considering how much of a brute he is.” another man responded.

“You take an interest in medical and scientific journals then?” said a voice from my right. “I’m certain that many girls your age would not be interested in such subjects.” I looked away from one of the spines of a ten year old book entitled: The Provincial Medical & Surgical Journal: 1867 and saw that a young man was standing besides me. He had curly auburn hair and wore an apron, which informed me at once that he was an employee here. He continued speaking when I did not respond. “My name is James. Is there anything I can help you with?” “No. I am alright.” I spoke in a whisper, as I was still trying to discern what the others were saying. “So you are interested in such subjects then?” “No.” He laughed at this, but I found no humor in what I had said. I was too focused on what was being said about my guardian and I. The conversations were echoing throughout the store, even more audible than before. “I personally find it very suspicious that Mr. Laufeyson would be given the role of a guardian after only meeting with Thomas Dowling a few times.” said a voice that I hadn’t heard previously. “Yes, very suspicious indeed. Perhaps he just wanted a pretty girl to look at all day. John Spencer’s daughter, who is a maid there, is not much to look at, and the only other woman is old Petunia Cunningham.” I recognized this man as the one who had called my master a brute. The others laughed at what he said. Another unidentifiable male voice responded: “Just to look at? No. I think he desires to use her for something more than that: a source of pleasure.” The other men chucked and gibed further over this, but this information startled me so much that the only thing I could do was to run out of the shop, with James persistently calling me to come back.

I stood in the middle of the street, not knowing where to go. I practically was run over by a oncoming carriage that I hadn’t even took notice of until it was a three feet away from me. All of the townspeople were studying me and I feared I was going to faint from the panic I was experiencing. My heart was beating widely in my chest and I could barely breathe. I was usually strong and unaffected by such situations, but given that I felt absolutely abandoned in a foreign place, I could not summon up the ability to act so bravely at that moment. I ran to the tavern to seek my master, as I no longer wanted to be alone with all these strangers around me. The inside of the establishment was dark, and the aroma of heavy liquor and tobacco smoke overpowered my senses. It was quite empty, as only one man was at the bar, but then I head shouting from one of the back rooms. I sought to find the room, my master’s voice serving as my guide: “You must pay today, Stephen, or I’m afraid I will have to send you and your family out onto the street!” The voice of the man who answered was all aquiver: “P-please, sir, just give me another week. I ensure you that I will have the money by then. One of my little ones is very sick and me and my wife have been spending so much time on caring for her. She would not survive if we had to move.” I found the room and peeked inside to observe that my master’s back was to the door. “I don’t care! Your family matters do not concern me!” He shouted with rage and pounded his fist hard onto the table. Stephen did not respond, and a strange silence filled the space. “What are you looking at, Stephen?!” asked Mr. Laufeyson. I could sense that the man was looking towards the doorway, where I had just been. He had caught me when I had momentarily peeked out. I remained in my spot besides the door, hoping that he wouldn’t give up my presence. “There… there was a young girl at the doorway. Just now.”

I sighed uneasily, as I knew that it was too late to run away from the scene and that I would have to encounter my master’s rage once again. The sound of his chair scraping the hardwood floor was followed by heavy footsteps. He called my name in a most hateful manner. I had closed my eyes, partially to brace myself for his unpleasant words and also because I was still panting from what had happened in the bookshop. I was holding onto the wall for support as I felt him enter the hallway. “Victoria! What are you doing here? What’s happened?” Upon observing my present condition, he was quite distressed. He came closer to me and I managed to open my eyes, which met his directly. When I didn’t respond, he carefully took my arm and I allowed him to lead me to one of the uncomfortable and rickety chairs inside the room. “You know this young lass, sir?” inquired Stephen. “Yes, she is my ward. Will you fetch a glass of water for her, Stephen?” The poor young man initially did not know how to respond to my master’s gentle request, but he nodded his head and left the room in haste. “It seems I was wrong about you, sir,” I said breathlessly. “You have clearly exhibited to me that you are still the same harsh, condescending man that I had originally believed you to be!” He was silent for a moment, analyzing what words he should say to such a insulting statement. “Victoria, you don’t understand.” He couldn’t look at me directly upon saying this. “I think I have witnessed much of your malignant character to understand quite clearly.” I sternly replied. I don’t know what compelled me to be so bold in this moment to say such things. Perhaps it was because I felt completely overwhelmed by what I had heard in the bookshop, and that my frustrations over the legitimacy of my master’s guardianship caused me to act aggressively towards him. No matter how much I wanted to, I could not muster the courage to question my master about his relationship with my father. Just then, Stephen reentered the room with the glass of water and I took it appreciatively. “Will she be alright?” he asked my master. “Yes, I’ll take care of her. She is just a bit shaken over something.” He studied me with worry before deciding what to say next. “Go, Stephen. I will give you until the end of the month.” “I am most grateful, sir. Thank you.” He dismissed himself forthwith.

Mr. Laufeyson placed a seat besides mine and questioned me without delay. He seemed to have already forgotten about how I had insulted him, as his concerns were only only for my wellbeing. “Now, I want the truth, Victoria. Did somebody touch or harm you in any way?” I shook my head as I was still sipping the water. “No, not physically, sir.” “Then what caused you to leave the bookshop? “They were all talking. About me, about you.” I whispered this reference to him, as I was unsure with how he would respond. “What if all of this has been a mistake?” I softly confessed, when he still had not replied. He then swallowed hard at my words. “You consider all of this, including my guardianship, to be a mistake?” The sadness that then suffused across his features caused me to respond sympathetically, despite all those terrible things those strangers had said in regards to him. “No. No of course not, sir.” I reached out and held onto his arm. I was surprised at myself for doing this, and he was as well as he looked down at my hands. “What I meant was that I don’t think we should have came to the village. I hadn’t expected this to happen.” He remained quiet for a moment, deep in thought, and he then placed his hand gently on-top of mine. “I will seek out those who spoke poorly about you.” “No, sir. I think it would be unwise if you gave them another reason to dislike us.” “Us?” He chuckled lightly. “I can deal with their hatred towards myself, Victoria, for I deal with it practically everyday. But I will not allow them to speak degradingly about you.” “But perhaps we can both try to make amends somehow?” I implored, hoping that he would find some truth in what I was trying to say. He rolled his eyes sarcastically and smirked. “Curse your kindheartedness.” I held his arm more tightly to emphasize my pleas. “At least promise me that you will try to be more sympathetic in the future.” He looked at me, and his next statement was sincere and without equivocation: “I promise that I shall do my best to please you.” “Thank you, sir. Now, can you please just take me home?” Home. Had I just considered the gloomy, desolate Heathcote Manor to be my home? My master appeared as baffled as I when he considered what my words implied. However, he composedly agreed to my request, as if my words had no affect on him at all. But I knew that they had.

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newfragile yellows [85]

The man nods, once - briefly and sharp -, as Bull summarizes the decoded information the Qun has sent. The first of many coded messages - proof that the Qun really is in this for the reasons it’s said upfront. He quickly rolls the paper back up and slides it back into the leather tube it came in, tucking the tube under his arm.

“I will pass this on to the spymaster,” Mahanon says and Bull’s eyebrows raise.

“Aren’t you the spymaster?”

Mahanon blinks, slowly. It is, on a man like that, telling.

“No,” Mahanon answers, simply.

“You’re the spy,” Bull says.

“So? You’re also the spy,” Mahanon replies, “Painter is also a spy, as well as any other number of people here. In fact, we have an entire spy network.”

“Alright, but you’re the spy,” Bull repeats, adding extra emphasis on the the, “Which sort of implies that you’re the end all be all of spies in the Inquisition. I was under the impression that you’re the top spy here. The spy master.”

“Being the best at something does not necessarily mean you are the leader of that group,” Mahanon says, fair brows raising on his face dark skin, “I am the Inquisitor’s favorite spy. I am her most often used spy. I am one of her most successful spies. I am one of the spies she trusts the most. But I am not the best spy in the Inquisition, nor do I lead the other spies in the Inquisiton’s employ.”

“Then who does lead the Inquisition’s spies?”

“The spymaster, of course,” Mahanon answers dryly. “And that person is - overall - the best spymaster of the Inquisition in that what better spymaster is there than the one that cannot be seen? Is that not, the Iron Bull, the reason why you’ve been sent outside of Par Vollen?”

Mahanon has a very good set of points. Bull finds himself surprised. His judgement of this Inquisition and its organization goes up that much higher. It’s slightly above average. He respects whoever was behind that decision.

He respects the spy who’s been placed in that position.

“Does anyone know who the spymaster is? Or do they all just report to whoever?”

“I know who the spymaster is,” Mahanon says, “And everyone who isn’t privy to that information reports to me. And of course, the rest of the Inquisitor’s high council knows as well.”

“The inner circle within the inner circle?” Bull’s still not entirely sure who that high council is, other than that they’re fellow founders of the organization and decided amongst themselves who would hold the main and public title of Inquisitor.

“Circles within circles within circles,” Mahanon shrugs, “Politics and intrigue. One of the common binding agents between cultures, I believe.”

“So this is the mysterious High Council of the Inquisition,” Dorian says slowly, looking around the room.

Edric kicks out a chair for him to join them.

“I don’t know how I feel about the fact that Maxwell is on this high council, of all people,” Dorian muses.

“Rude,” Maxwell says, lightly kicking Dorian’s leg underneath the table.

“Agreed,” Mahanon and Herah say at the same time.

“Dorian,” Evelyn gives him a wan smile - this war has been ugly to everybody, no one more so than the Inquisitor of Thedas. “You are one of my closest friends and one of the few that everyone assembled here trusts without hesitation or reservation. Agreed, High Council?”

“Agreed,” Everyone around the table says. Dorian refuses to get teary eyed over being told that he’s trusted.

“It is not - it is not usual for us to disclose who is on the High Council,” Evelyn continues, “For a matter of both safety and security concerns. It allows the council members to operate and see what someone of a high status cannot.”

Dorian thinks of how many times he’s seen these people walk through the courtyard or get into fights with visitors and soldiers and staff, and he thinks off all the conversations the seven people here must have overheard about various disagreements and disappointments.

This is a beautiful type of cleverness.

“We trust that once you leave these doors, the identities of those assembled here will remain secret,” Evelyn says.

Dorian does not bait them with the pushed line of or else what? He has no interest in harming them or the Inquisition. They’re his friends.

“We’ve actually called you here to discuss the matter of the High Council’s identity,” Kaaras says, leaning forward onto the table, fiddling with a scrap of paper between his large hands, “Certain members of this council believe it would be wise to divulge our identities to certain members of the Inquisition. We are of divided opinion on whether this should be done or not.”

“Obviously there are certain members outside of the Inquisition who already know of our identities and our roles,” Malika says, “Commander Cullen, for example, knows that he answers to Herah - call sign Rogue.”

Dorian turns to stare at Herah who flashes him a smile, “The Inquisition and its armed forces were around and organized long before the good Commander came into our ranks, Dorian. Did you think that was by happenstance and remarkably good sense on their side? We’ve come a long way from where we’ve started, but there are still those who would rankle under the idea of being lead by a Qunari mercenary. A former Knight Commander, however? One who’s served in Ferelden during the Blight, and Kirkwall? Mmm. They’d queue up for miles to follow his lead. They don’t have to know that his lead is actually underneath my own.”

“Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky,” Dorian muses, “The intrigue gets ever deeper.”

“And Amassador Montilyet knows that all trade and invitations are filtered through Noble and Haggler first,” Maxwell and Edric both nod their heads. “But neither Josephine nor Cullen are aware of other members on this council and their purposes.”

“And so you reveal all this to me for the purpose of floating other names to see who would be deemed trustworthy? Color me surprised. This level of trust in a Tevinter outsider? Unthinkable.”

“We’re the Inquisition,” Malika laughs, “We specialize in the unthinkable.”

“First we’d like to ask you about Solas,” Evelyn says, rapping her knuckles on the table to get them all back on track, “Scholar, Champion, Rogue, Haggler, and myself believe that we should divulge our identities to him and give him greater access to - if you will - what’s behind the curtain.”

Dorian glances around.

“Scholar,” Kaaras nods, “I’m in charge of organizing resources - books, materials, the direction of research, who goes where and such.”

“Champion,” Malika says, “Morale within the organization and communication between groups.”

“Hunter, Keeper, and Noble, however have their reservations.”

“Hunter,” Mahanon grunts, tipping his chair back to stare at the ceiling. Dorian looks at Ellana who smiles at Evelyn’s left, also turning her gaze upwards and closing her eyes.

“There’s something off,” Maxwell says, leaning forward onto the table - addressing the rest of the council as much as he’s addressing Dorian. “I trust him, he’s given us good information. And I’m not saying that he’s actively plotting against us or has some sort of agenda underneath that. But I think that something about the information he has is spotty. Dreams? Dreaming magic? All well and good, but why is he the only one? The only one who’s ever done that sort of thing? Where did he learn it? Don’t you tell me he stumbled upon it by accident. I don’t trust his sources. And I dislike the way he treats certain members of this council. Continue to let him do his work as he is now; I see no reason to divulge more than he needs. He’s doing good work as it is.”

“And he could do better if he knew what exactly he had at his disposal,” Malika insists, “If this is what he can give us with what he thinks we have, imagine what he could do to help us if he knew what we could get.”

Dorian looks between them and then focuses on Evelyn, “I don’t see why you need me. I think everyone knows that Solas and I don’t get along.”

“We need an outsider’s opinion, those of us on this council are too opinionated,” Herah says.

“As if I’m not opinionated?” Dorian’s eyebrows shoot up.

“You are,” Edric says, “So very, very opinionated. But we’re too deep into this. We want to know what you think. Someone who’s worked with him, as someone who isn’t sitting on this council and hasn’t already made up their mind.”

“I think that Maxwell’s right because dream magic sounds incredibly suspect,” Dorian replies, “But he is a good man, once you get past all the layers of irritability and snobbishness. I’m not mind-reader, I cannot divine what his innermost thoughts are for you.”

Sighs and murmurs from around the table.

“Noted,” Evelyn says, “And we have one other, and then we will adjourn for discussion at a later date. So far it is seven to one on this one.”

“I feel as though that should have it decided. Three to four is close, seven to one is not.”

“Ah,” Herah shakes her head, “You would think so. But no.”

“We are considering the Iron Bull,” Evelyn says. “And by we, I mean Keeper.”

All eyes swing to Ellana, who continues so sit very serenely. She opens her eyes and looks around at them, eyebrow slowly raising.

“The trouble is,” Mahanon says, sneering at the ceiling, “that Keeper is insistent that he should be allowed inside knowledge as to who sits at this table. Not necessarily the functions, but the faces.”

“He is on the edge,” Ellana says.

“You are playing a game,” Mahanon snaps.

“I am winning,” Ellana replies, “I am winning us an incredible asset, and I am reaching out to a man who has thought himself long lost to his past demons.”

“Keeper,” Maxwell says to Dorian, “Is our spymaster, controller and filter of all intelligence, communications, and every single observation, spy, reconnaissance, coordinated attack, ambush, scouting, sabotage, and infiltration mission the Inquisition runs.”

Dorian gapes, turning to Mahanon.

Mahanon ignores him.

“They like to mislead people, they’re spies,” Malika explains.

“The Iron Bull is also a spy,” Ellana says, turning to Dorian. “He is a spy for the Qun, one of their elite.”

“Andraste’s flaming sword, it’s just revelation upon revelation isn’t it?” Dorian exhales. “That should make it clear then, no? Don’t reveal the identity of your highest organization members to the Qunari spy.”

“He won’t be theirs for much longer,” Ellana remarks, turning towards Evelyn, “The Iron Bull struggles with the Qun, it is clear. It holds him because it is what he believes he was made for. But we do not remain what we are shaped from. We have the capacity for change and growth. He has long outgrown the Qun’s plans for him. The Qun does not realize it. He does not realize it.”

“We cannot wager the security of the Inquisition on hypothetical realizations,” Edric says, jabbing his finger down onto the table, “Keeper, you’d risk all of us and everything we’ve worked so hard to build for him and his - his redemption?”

Ellana’s eyes flick to Edric’s, lightning fast - a bolt striking against sand and crystallizing it even as it sprays upwards. A serpent that strikes from shadows.

“He is a loyal and good man, we must bring him onto our side. It is not redemption he needs or seeks. It is freedom. It is change. It is understanding. Regardless of past history - we want him to trust us. We want him to believe in us. We want him to stay with us. We want him to favor us. We do not want him favoring the Qun in these communications. We want him to argue on our behalf. And what better way to gain his trust than to reveal - at the very least - the identity of the spymaster of the Inquisition? It does not have to be this full council.”

“He’s too smart to just reveal one to him,” Kaaras says, “If he knows you’re the spymaster I’m certain that based on your interactions with the rest of us he will determine which of us have a higher role than first appears within the Inquisition.”

“The eight of us founded this group,” Malika says, “The eight of us built it from the ground up. The eight of us have been together the longest. He will know, Keeper. We can’t risk that.”

“She wishes to risk it because she is in love with the possibility of him,” Mahanon says abruptly, letting the legs of his chair fall down onto the floor with a loud crack, leaning forward across the table and glaring at Ellana. Herah puts her hand on his shoulder but he ignores her. “You are infatuated with this idea of him, this man you have imagined in your mind. Your are no longer yourself.”

Ellana’s eyes grow cold as she turns to her brother, “As if it were not your own love for Dorian Pavus that led us to this assembly here today.”

Dorian’s eyes snap to the side of Mahanon’s face.

This is no longer, Dorian thinks as the breathing silence grows, going to be about the Iron Bull, the Inquisition, or the matter of secrecy.

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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niceness-before-knives · 8 years ago

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Here is the second part of @smalllemonade‘s questions for Mir because they’re too good to ignore and I finally had time to sit down and finishing answering them. <3 Thanks again, because seriously. I love all these questions a lot. :D

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

Good question! I ...honestly haven't thought about much of Mir's future because DA4 will make it all moot or just very sad. /shrugs That being said, kind of person he possibly could/will become I can definitely work with. Developmental path he'd go down is actually recovery, finally! From Mahrenan, from everything the Inquisition threw at him, from losing his arm and the anchor, just, there's a lot and Mir needs to chill and finally deal with it. I mean, he does want to save Solas and plans to, but once again devoting all his time and resources to one major thing of his life isn't going to help. Mainly because I see 'i'll show you the world can be saved' as Mir promising to find the unignorably good and beautiful things in his world. To do that, Mir kinda needs to let his life be his for awhile. You know?

That's what I see as his best path he could take. Let Mir finally be Mir, not Mahrenan's brother, not the Herald/Inquisitor, not Solas' redeemer. Let him be a Red Jenny for fun, let him be an alchemist with Dagna, let him hang out with the Chargers and Bull, chat with Dorian and not have the world hang over his head for once. And it's the path I want him to take it. I really truly want him to save Solas not with an army or conventional means, but by offering him a view of this world he can't brush off. For that to happen, Mir needs to expand his horizon and see more of the world imo.

Worst (and possibly most likely?), ah. Simply burning out completely. Kid just needs a break. Keeping up the pace he's been going at after all he's been through, ah. He'll burn out, fast and hard, and it will be ugly.

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why?

Mir prefers being more of a follower to a leader, tbh. It was one of the traits his momma offered as 'this is how you don't confuse mahre and mir'. Mahre imitates, but Mir follows. It didn't help anyone though.

But, obviously, isn't the truth 100% anymore. If he's within a group that he's not acquainted with or just a more general one, he finds it easier to relax and play support for a bit (support that includes recon and explosions~). It's the least stressful option though he'll still butt heads with the planners/leaders because he's used to making decisions as well. Also, he can't bite his tongue to save his life.

With his trusted bffs for life group, eh. He still prefers getting their opinions and ideas instead of relaying on him all every chance they have. Because that's not planning, imo! He's just the one that makes decisions and sticks with his choices, for better or for worse. <3

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference?

As an talkative emotional space cadet? Like, that's basically who Mir is anyways to a degree. I'm sure he tries a few times to be a more ...traditional Herald/Inquisitor, but it sits on his skin all wrong. It's not who he is. Firstly, because no thanks. Secondly, he acts while he thinks so most plans are easier thrown out the window.

It's a still a persona though. Mir's "true self" is more toned down than what people in the Inquisition typically see. It isn't that he tries a lot, but he's more used to aggressively being louder to be noticed. He forgets he can still be noticed even if he takes it down a few notches. Also, his "true self" is a bit more open about his vulnerabilities and shitty feelings while his persona is like 'nay it's golden don't mind me~!' Gotta let yourself be sad sometimes.

27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why?

Strongly is Mir's middle name, basically, hah. Ah! Okay! I talked about it briefly (kinda) in another question but respect & honesty are big things to Mir because he's used to not getting either. He honestly adores people (and probably has had a crush on a good chuck of Skyhold because everyone is so good and nice and wow). He also likes learning in general and experimenting too, normally with chemicals and the like, making explosions~. Because it's just fun and he has the mind for it.

Dislikes, ah. People and/or organizations obvs treating anyone like shit. It goes against his respect thing. While he's alright with Andraste, he can't stand the Chantry or its Templars and he'd honestly prefer to burn it to the ground completely and then steal its foundation too because kid ain't taking no chances. None! He really isn't fond of going underground either, because of a nasty event when he was a kid when he got stuck in an old cave that possibly also was part of the Deep Roads for a few days. That's less a dislike though and more of a deliberating fear. Descent was not his DLC for this reason. :l Darkspawn fall into this dislike/fear category too because of that event. Mir was sure he was going to be eaten or worse, and the feeling hasn't really left him yet.

Oh, and pants. He vastly prefers skirts and dresses and leggings. No-Pants-Friday is a serious cause he'd put his soul into.

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative?

So! I have a dumb little headcanon Mir and Rocky started an Explosions Club of sorts, sharing secrets and tips and just using them out in the Frostbacks (explosions on a mountain, guys, please stop). Dagna joins up too (exchanted explosions, guys, so good), and then Sera because is a Tempest too (which is how her and Dagna met) and then Dorian because he probably played 'i don't trust anyone of you' card but secretly, he likes a bit of chaos and talking magic with Dagna and Mir.

It's a really cute club, don't ever take it from me. :'l

Thing is despite Mir's own belief on the matter, kid is really smart. His mind just speeds ahead of his mouth, so he stumbles over reading and talking and people take that to mean the worst. But he sincerely loves to learn and experiment and have fun with the world. His room at Skyhold constantly has odd little (very dangerous please don't touch) experiments in it. It's just a good stress relief for him. One that does sadly rob him of his hearing in chucks because he's often far too close and exposed to his creations and custom-made Tempest flasks.

Another headcanon I have though is Rocky, Dagna and another OC of mine teach Mir a bit of Orzammar sign language because needs to be a thing that exists in general and Mir's frequent handling of grenades in close proximity of himself has fucked up a bit of his hearing and it's just helpful to know.

Again, don't ever take it from me. :'l <3

Mir also likes singing? Like, he sings a lot. He's definitely a performer at heart. In a modern AU, he'd be a chemistry student who does street performances on the side. Mir Lavellan~.

32. Already answered over here. <3

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction?

On the more deeper end: Am I good? Was I right? Is this real? Mir... doesn't trust his memories absolutely. He often finds himself wondering if he truly is the person Mahre said he was deep down, if he is a liar constructing vast fantasies for the sake of his own ego. Mir, doesn't think that's true but he honestly doesn't know if that's entirely false either and he's honestly never going to know for certain. It's weird. He doesn't like these thoughts but they do exist all the same time.

It continues on even in Inquisition too. Did I make the right choice? Am I remembering this correctly? Etc, etc. It's why he's so steadfast in sticking with his choices. He may internally (and externally to the people he trusts) question himself, but he's sure as shit not going to backtrack over them. He made a choice. It's done. Move on.

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

Kid wonders about everything. He's amazingly curious space cadet. Most of his internal filter keeps his sad thoughts about Mahre at bay, so everything else? It comes to surface fast~. Mir just asks a lot of questions, about the world, about people, about magic, about all cultures, all ranging for good to bad to the seriously wtf.

One of the things he wonders about and really enjoys learning about is other culture’s folktales too? Like he thinks it a good way to get a better view of them and what they’re about so he pokes his companions to tell about them about. It’s how he learned about the tooth thing from Bull, but he also poked Cassandra about Nevarran folkstories and Josie about Antiva and Dorian about Tevinter. It’s just fascinating to him. He loves them dearly.

He just likes to know, likes to expand his horizons and find something new to see and how else can you do that besides asking? /shrugs!

#mir lavellan #smalllemonade #thank you again! c:

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