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jennserr-writes · 6 years ago

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Idk if I sent you an ask but t 5, 17,23, 58 for any couple :)

this would be the first for this one, so don’t worry fam. any couple, you say? how about all? :D (sorry for taking so long to get to this)

5. Who sings along with the radio?

Leah Riley would sure as hell try to sing along, but none of the music in the late 22nd century is familiar to her 90s baby ass. Cora Harper would just smile at her gf bc what a dork, she doesn’t even know any of the words and half of them are in alien languages but she’s still trying. Leah compensates by tracking down songs from the the late 20th and early 21st centuries and playing them on repeat. The crew will learn to enjoy the “classical tones” (their words, not hers) of the 80s Rock she listened to as a teen and young adult, and they will like it.

Adrianna Hawke would sing along much more than Valentina Ledoux at first, but soon enough they’re both screaming at the top of their lungs to whatever rock or pop song they’re blasting at full volume. The rest of their relationship follows a similar enough pattern, where Adrianna is much more enthusiastic about something and more or less drags a semi-reluctant Val along for the ride.

Cassandra Pentaghast and Valentina are a different story. Neither of them will openly sing along to the radio in front of the other, not for a long while. When it finally happens, it starts with Val humming along to something, realizing she’s doing it and stopping, then hearing Cassandra start humming it as well. And it just kinda slowly builds until one of them starts singing softly, then both, then louder, and by the end they’re both smiling and flushed.

Sarah Ehrlich would go hard as fuck singing along to the radio, and Nesiathra Mahariel is absolutely enraptured. Not to say that Nesi doesn’t sing along too, just that Sarah knows more songs.

17. Who cuts the others hair?

Valentina will cut Adrianna’s whenever it starts getting shaggy. Well, shaggier than usual. When it comes to her own, she doesn’t trust Adrianna with sharp objects near her head, so she’ll either do it herself or go to Isabela.

Meanwhile, Leah cutting Cora’s hair, and Cassandra cutting Val’s, is an act of intimacy for them. Admittedly, Cora lets Leah start cutting her hair a lot sooner than Val lets Cassandra, but it’s the same principle. And for Val, it later becomes a necessity for Cassandra to cut it, once Val loses her hand.

23. Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

Catch Valentina stealing Adrianna’s sweatshirts (and other articles of clothing) all the time bc they’re so comfy and big on her.

Cora would be the one who wears Leah’s sweatshirts, despite her being taller by a couple inches.but it works, bc a lot of Leah’s sweatshirts are on the larger side for her frame, and Cora looks cute af in them.

Pelessaria B’Sayle, aka Peebee, absolutely wears Kate Ryder’s sweatshirt whenever she can, once they’re an item. Mostly because Peebee doesn’t actually have any sweatshirts and Kate’s is comfy and large on Peebee’s smaller frame (there’s like a 5 inch height difference, jfc) and smells like Kate.

58. Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

So it’s not original writing on her part, but one time, Valentina recites Sappho to Cassandra, and she absolutely loves it. Cassandra would try and return the favour, try and put her feelings for Val into words, but none of the ones she puts to paper seem good enough, none of them seem right. They’re halting words that stumble over each other and make no sense. But the thing she doesn’t realize, is that the words don’t have to make sense for the meaning to come across, bc the things she wrote came from the heart.

Sarahalso does a similar thing to what Val does, only she sings pop love songs (taylor swift, christina perri, etc) to Nesiathra when they’re in private (or, as private as they can get). And the way Sarah usually sings them is in this kinda soft voice, like she’s just singing for the two of them, only them, and Nesi falls deeper in love every time. Nesi would probably try to write her own love songs about Sarah, and definitely consults Leliana (and Alistair) about it on more than one occasion.

ask me questions about my OTPs!

#ask box is still open!#valentina x cassandra #valentina x adrianna #valentina x hawke #leah x cora #sarah x nesiathra #sarah x mahariel #kate x peebee #valentina ledoux #adrianna hawke #sarah ehrlich #nesiathra mahariel #leah riley #kate ryder #oc stuff #ask #dickeybbqpit

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empresstress13 · 6 years ago

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Dragon Age Questions

I was tagged by the wonderful @dirthara-mama !

01) Favourite game of the series?

So, as @wardsarefunctioning, I am terrible at answering “favourite” questions. XD In all honesty, I really don’t have a favourite though. I think all 3 games have different strengths and weaknesses, but I enjoy playing them all.

02) How did you discover Dragon Age?

My close friend had been telling me about it for awhile, and then while I was staying over at her house after a party she had me play a bit of DAO on her console. Now, something you have to understand: I am pretty shit at playing on consoles. I enjoy it, but I’m terrible at it. I adored the game either way. As soon as I got home I bought it for my PC.

03) How many times you’ve played the games?

I’ve played DAO about 7 times (not including the 100+ hours I LOST), DA2 4 times in full and have a couple partial runs, and DAI 6 full runes and several partial as well. . .

04) Favourite race to play as?

I’ve already mentioned my favourite issue y’all. I do have a huge soft spot for elves. . . but I seriously love all my OC children.

05) Favourite class?

I lean towards rogue or mage usually, but it depends on my mood! Sometimes you just really want to swing a giant two-handed weapon, you know?

06) Do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?

Some things I’ve done differently, but other things I’ve done very similarly each time. There are certain choices I always make, and in general I can’t do true “jerk” runs. . .because I start feeling horrible 5 minutes in. XD That’s not to say that I never say any of the disagreeable options. . . just not often, and usually nothing really mean? I do romance different characters though, and there are choices and options that change depending on who I’m playing. I do try and stick to a bit of character-driven rp? Which is interesting, because sometimes even if I arrive at the “same” choice for two characters, their reasoning would be worlds apart? Or alternatively sometimes they’ll have similar feelings on an issue, but their “solutions” differ.

07) Go-to adventuring group?

I try to change it up pretty regularly? I’m not sure if I have a consistent group.

08) Which of your characters did you put the most thought into?

I have something like 20 DA OCs (I have a problem. I know.). . . .but there are some that are more developed than others for sure. I’d say that the ones that I know the best in my head are: Nehnara Surana, Kyria Cousland, Beatrix Tabris, Elraen Mahariel, Evangeline Hawke, Mirabel Hawke, Svetlana Cadash, Adhlea Lavellan, Revasulahn Lavellan, Lilith Trevelyan, Esther Trevlyan, and Innanis Adaar.

09) Favourite romance?

hmmm. . . . so this is difficult because I could take this as “the one that makes me the happiest” or “the one that I find most intriguing”. . .which are somewhat different. In DAO I really loved both Leliana and Zevran’s romances. I loved Fenris, Merrill, and Isabela in DA2. My favs in DAI were Solas and Josie. Merrill is hands down my absolute favorite romanceable character; I absolutely adore her. However. . .the Solas romance is probably the one that’s taken up the most of my thoughts/ fan discussion. Probably because it’s such a frustrating romance. XD (My former girlfriend said it was because I have a voice kink, like intelligence, and am emotionally masochistic. . . which I won’t comment on. Instead I’ll think of Merrill and happy things.)

10) Have you read any of the comics/books?

I’ve read some of them, but I’ve been horrible about order!

11) If you read them, which was your favourite book?

Oof. . . .there’s a lot of things in Masked Empire that I find hugely frustrating. . . but it also has Felassan. I adore Felassan. I wish I could have had more Felassan in my life. So. There is that.

12) Favourite DLCs?

Oof. . . .hmmm, I really enjoyed Return to Ostagar? Is that weird? And the one with the castle in DAO. I don’t remember the name right now. I have lots of feelings about Trespasser of course, and Jaws of Hakkon is another one I really liked.

13) Things that annoy you.

It’s hard for me to separate “things that annoy me and could be different” and “things that annoy me but are limitations of the medium”? Like. . . I always want more choices, but they really can only offer a limited number of possibilities in a video game? Specifically speaking about dialogue choices: I wish that there were more options to disagree with characters without being a complete asshole to them? There are plenty of times were you can, but that’s what has stuck out the most to me when I’m like “I really want to say something else here” is usually when I’m being forced between “agree” or “disagree in the nastiest way possible” (and “no comment”). Those times are probably less than I’m thinking but they always stick out to me?

There are things within the lore that are odd to me, and I probably choice to ignore or skate around.

14) Orlais or Ferelden?

FERELDEN (for the dogs if nothing else)

15) Templars or mages?

Mages (and Delrin Barris. He can stay.)

16) If you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?

They are mostly in the same universe. . . and mostly still alive. Or that’s at least true for my wardens and my inquisitors. I have a “canon” setup for DAO more or less (Nehnara Surana is my main HoF, but Beatrix Tabris, Syndis Brosca, and Elraen Mahariel all are alive and important to varying degrees. Kyria Coulsand died during the sacking of Highever :( . . .and Alyn Amell is . . .probably alive and in the Tower?). I’m not decided on my “canon” Hawke.

I’m also not decided on my “canon” inquisitor, but I know that a lot of them are all around. My Trevelyan family is very, very large. . .

I also have some non-player character OCs that I don’t talk about as much but know things about?

17) What did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc)

Uuuuhh. . . I have too many. XD The first time I played DAO, I named the mabari Huan, because I’m a huge nerd.

Nehnara named her mabari after her late father, and Beatrix named hers Blossom.

18) Have you installed any mods?

I did for DAI with a lot of help from @thema-sal-shiral, but it was difficult as all hell for me and I’m scared to mess with it at all. Ever again.

19) Did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden?

Nehnara greatly preferred it to the alternative.

20) Hawke’s personality?

Mirabel- Purple-ish; Evangeline - Blue-ish ; Kelda - a hot mess ; Leah - Red/Purple

21) Did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquisition?

No?

22) If your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change?

Uhhhh. . . .someone asked something similar for Nehnara Surana recently and here was my issue for answering for her: she’s really, really, super suspicious about this as an offer. There are things she want to change in the depths of her heart, but who is offering? Why? What do they get out of it? Are there consequences? There are always consequences or a price of some sort. . .

Lilith Trevelyan. . . would really like to find a way to save her two best friends from her days as an apprentice.

23) Do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?

Yup! Look above to see my weird warden mess. I also tend to ignore certain parts of lore so. . . .

24) Are any of your character(s) based on someone?

A lot of my characters are based on parts of different people I know or have seen in real life, but not in full?

25) Who did you leave in the Fade?

I haven’t always left the same person. . .but it is usually Stroud. DX I’m sorry.

26) Favourite mount?

. . . .I have the perverse urge to say Bog Unicorn. Because I can.

tagging: @ellstersmash , @katalyna-rose , @lycheejellytea , @saphyremelodies , @thevikingwoman , @bearly-tolerable , @solverne-02 , @nordxz , @befooled , @elevanetheirin , @wardsarefunctioning

As always: Feel free to ignore! Only do this if you have the time and/or inclination.♥ Love y’all!

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artsybecca · 8 years ago

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Been working on this for most of the day! Every one of my current DA pairings being lovey cuties. Happy Valentine’s Day!

From left to right:

Natalie x Leliana

Aeryn x Zevran

June x Blackwall

Aurora x Cullen

Avarielle x Alistair

Adrianna x Sera

Leah x Fenris

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silhouetteofagirl · 7 years ago

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benedicio (for Owlmoose)

Here’s my fic for the @childrenofthestoneexchange ! It’s a gen fic featuring Cadash, Sandal, and Bodahn. It was so much fun to write!!! Thanks to the organizers for putting this on and being patient with me! Read on AO3 Here.

Her hand throbs when she knocks on the door of the modest home she’s been directed to. Not the one that connected sharply with the worn wood, but the other one. The one that— it is still overwhelming at times to remember it is gone. Especially because can feel phantom itches and pains. Like now when her— the door opens.

“Oh, you must be the Lady Cadash. We’ve been expecting you!” says the dwarven man at the door. He’s a little shorter than her, back bent with age, and his face is a mass of wrinkles. He smiles at her so warmly, each line of his face crinkling, that she is a bit taken aback.

“You’re just going to let me in?” she asks, skeptically. “I could be a crow or someone else.”

He looks thoughtful for half a second, an exaggerated expression that is clearly more for show than actual concern. “Oh well, I suppose. But I always assumed having some fancy title came with a little lasting wealth. Unless your recent profession change has left you penniless, in which case, you’re probably in need of a bit of kindness.”

He stands to the side so she can cross the threshold, “Can I take your cloak? I’m Bodahn, you must be here to see my son. Varric and Leliana said you might come by. Even if you aren’t Lady Cadash, it’s nice to see another dwarf. Aren’t a lot around here.” He speaks like he is used to holding a conversation mostly one-sided, barrelling through where natural pauses would be.

“Yes, they said you son could help with… with…” she still can’t say it.

“The pain, dear?” he finished for her. His tone is kind and Cadash completely unsure what to make of this man. “I’ll go get my boy. You make yourself at home.”

Then he leaves for another room and Cadash is left to ‘make herself at home’. She doesn’t, years of being Carta and then the Inquisitor has left her a more than a little wary. She explores the room as quietly as the can. The home’s interior is just as modest as the exterior. She’s been left in a small common room and she can see an equally small kitchen through the fireplace.

While the furnishings are worn and have clearly seen a lot, she notices a few things around the room that hints at this family’s connections. There is a painting of an exceptionally pretty human woman that is at least fifty years old. In a similar place of honor, also hung on the wall, is a letter written in blocky handwriting. On the bottom of the letter, two small feet have been stamped on with ink. There is also what looks like a dragon’s talon sitting on the mantle of the fireplace with similar keepsakes.

These odds and ends clearly aren’t clutter, but she doesn’t have time to look through them all because she hears Bodahn coming back. “She’s a friend of Leliana and Varric, so—”

“Enchantment!” a younger sounding voice says.

“Exactly, my boy.” Cadash can hear his smile even from a room away. Then they both enter the room. Sandal older than her with large eyes and a quizzical expression. She gets the feeling it isn’t that he’s cleanly shaven like Varric but more than he doesn’t grow facial hair. They both look at each other for a few seconds, she’s sure she’s a bit to take in as well. What with her arm, the scars, and the large burn on her cheek and neck.

“Hello,” she says, not really sure what else to say. He blinks at her a few times.

He raises both hands to his chest, shakes them a few times, and then starts signing. Her sign is rusty, not many folks used it in the inquisition and the only sign dialect she knows is the bastardized Carta dialect, but she is able to get the gist of it before Bodahn translates.

“Why no eye contact?” she asks, more sharply than she had meant to.

“He is usually alright with eye contact, but it’s hard for my son to do both eye contact and touch with other people. Especially strangers, no offense to you my dear.” Bodahn explains, his hands signing along as he speaks. Sandal watches his father’s hands as he talks and then looks up to glance at her.

He signs again, this time the words go past her Carta training, but she recognizes the sign for explosion. “If it’s alright with you, he’s going to touch your arm now.”

Cadash tries, she tries to relax enough to let this man touch the stump. She holds out the end of it where it is hidden in her sleeve, pulls up the cloth, but then there is the scarring, the red and green marks that brand her skin. Sandal reaches out, it doesn’t matter if he’s asked her not to make eye contact, she isn’t seeing Sandal. She’s seeing him. She can’t look away at the hand that reaches for her hand, the one that should be there, the one burns from the pain.

It should be there. She can feel it right there.

Cadash jerks away from them, pulling the sleeve back down, trying to pull air into her lungs. “Easy, love, easy.” Bodahn is saying and she realizes vaguely he’s speaking to her. “May I touch your shoulder?”

She shakes her head. She can’t, she doesn’t want their pity, she wants her arm back.

“Enchantment?” Sandal says and his father nods.

“Tea would probably work wonders.” He says and Sandal leaves. “Why don’t you sit down while we get you tea. Take your time.”

“I’m sorry.” Cadash manages to gasp out as she collapses in the chair that he gestures to.

“Don’t be. Marian was quite the same after the fight with the Arishok.” He says before going to the small kitchen to make tea.

Cadash ends up spending the night; Bodahn insists. “We’ve got an extra room for guests. My daughter comes every so often with her husband and kids. It’s really no trouble.”

“You’re daughter?” she asks, as she helps him put together the bed. It’s hard with only one hand, but she can at least hold the blankets as he spreads them out.

“Leah! She’s a good girl, goes on too many adventures, but with the mess that the wardens have been, I can’t blame her,” he says.

“I can’t say I helped with that.” Cadash says softly.

“I wouldn’t know,” he takes another blanket from her. “They’re a secretive lot and we’ve been out here for a while.”

“May I ask why?” She asks.

“Safety. Just before Kirkwall, well, we went to Amaranthine to visit Leah and Zevran. Or more, my daughter heard from a fellow warden enough that she all but demanded I come stay with her. Stayed with her a while, but then Marion comes, looking more gaunt and haunted than a good girl like her should, says Anders blew up the chantry! Made a right mess of it all, that man did.”

He looks thoughtfully at Cadash and she shifts uncomfortably. She’s used to the scrutiny of others, but not the earnest searching that Bodahn uses. “What do you think? One more? It gets a bit cold here at night. Oh, let’s do two just in case. Anyways, my daughter and Marion decide is safer for me and my boy to come to the countryside where we aren’t known. Especially after Varric went missing. Not right to kidnap someone’s husband. Why it’s why Marion still—”

“Husband?”

“Yes.” Bodahn pauses while unfolding another blanket, “They’ve been married, what, ten years? I remember the ceremony, small thing, Leandra cried so hard she was so happy.”

“Hawke and Varric are married.” Cadash says slowly.

“Of course. They didn’t seem like marrying sorts, but there was a wager made as to who could do the most romantic gesture. They called it a truce after the wedding.” He smiles fondly at the memory.

“Bodahn, I don’t mean to sound rude, but why are you so open about their lives? With this information, who knows how many people would want you as a pawn or for blackmail.”

“I suppose. But I am only an old man with a son. I fear we are rather boring in passing. This is the most excitement we’ve had in a while.” he then turns and looks at the bed. It is practically drowning in a mismatch blankets and pillows. “Don’t let me talk your ear off with boring tales, why don’t you get some rest. Tomorrow will be here faster than you know it.”

“Thank you for your kindness,” she says and he waves it off.

“It’s our pleasure.” he smiles again, “Let me know if you need anything, my room’s just down the hall.”

Then Cadash is left alone in the room. She sits down on the bed and it groans under the combined weight of the blankets and her. “Come on, Avital, get ready for bed. Just don’t look at it.” Removing her boots with one hand is easier now than it used to be, but she knows she’s got to tie them again in the morning. The band that compresses her chest that Krem helped make for her means she doesn’t need someone to attend to her, but every time it catches on her stump. It’s the same every evening; it’s the same every morning.

“Avital, take my hand.” Cool fingers cutting through the blinding pain and equally blinding light, a moment of relief, “Live well, while time remains.”

She wakes up and her hand is still alight, the pain unbearable, but there is nothing but the darkness in this strange room. Cadash takes a few steadying breaths feeling the smooth fabric of the blanket she’s wrapped herself in and the rise and fall of her chest. When the pain flairs up again, she bites down on a pillow to muffle the whimper.

She doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.

The next morning, they try again. And again, she pulls away from Sandal who flaps his hands and has to leave the room. And again, Bodahn tells her to take the time she needs.

“I’m sorry.” she says when she can finally stop hyperventilating.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve helped someone with something like this. You’ll take the time you’ll need and we’ll be ready to give you that time.”

“Maybe I should come back later.” Cadash says, “After it’s had more time to… to…”

“It’s healed from what I can see, now I’m not an expert, but why don’t you give stay week. We’ve got a beautiful garden and some books, my boy has runes that help make the flowers stay in bloom and keeps the water in the bath warm.”

“I really don’t want to impose, it would be better—” he shakes his head at her words.

“A friend of Varric’s a friend of mine and you look like you could use a bit of rest if nothing else.” Bodahn seems firm in his welcome and with how little she’s slept she can justify waiting another day. So she stays, finds a book that looks interesting enough, and promptly falls asleep in her chair twelve pages in.

She snaps awake when someone says, “Enchantment!”, rather loudly. The book falls to the floor with a clatter and she goes for a dagger that isn’t on her person. Sandal is smiling at her and signing. When he’s done with his statement, he says, “Boom!”

He gestures for her to follow him. She hadn’t gotten all of his words across, but he seemed to be talking about lunch. Cadash gets up from her chair to follow him, rubbing the crick in her neck. She’s not as young as she used to be.

Sandal leads her outside to where the garden is in full bloom despite the fact that the season has shifted to fall. Bodahn is waiting at a stone table where lunch his laid out, soup, bread, some cheese, all she can easily eat with one hand.

“Thanks for getting her, son.” He says to Sandal who nods once and sits down. “Did you sleep well?”

“Enough. I, uh, didn’t sleep well last night,” she says hesitantly. Cadash holds up her hand, “I had enough blankets. I’m still adjusting.”

“Well, my boy has some runes for the pain here, you want to try one.” he gestures to a small collection of runes. These were perfectly smooth runes, unlike the ones Dagna made or the ones found while traveling, clearly made by an expert. “After lunch, I can help you put it in your sleeve, won’t touch you arm that way, but should help.”

The soup is hearty, the bread a little bit stale, but lunch passes smoothly. They chat, Sandal signing when he had something to contribute, and it isn’t as awkward as it could be. Still, she is curious. “Do you mind me asking, how did you learn sign?”

“Leah. She was carta before she was a warden or a hero, much like you. Oh, she did not like me much when we met. But, you can’t travel around Fereldan for a year and not get close.”

“You’d be surprised.” she says. It’s supposed to be to herself, but Bodahn is giving her a concern look. She stammers, but can’t come up with anything to say.

“Well, I was grateful for the change to get to know my daughter.” he continues carefully. “I wouldn’t have look at her in Orzammar.”

“Oh.” is all she can see, she can feel a flush form.

“The hurt someone does to you doesn’t mean you weren’t close once.” Bodahn says.

Long thin fingers, a permanent ink stain on his ring finger on his left hand where he wrote. Sometimes there were paint splatters from late nights he spent painting murals from his cultures past. Both ink and paint had been missing when he’d taken the anchor.

There had been another set of hands, rough from the splitting of wood with hair on their knuckles. The wide fingers had moved like she had been something to behold and she had been, just for a moment, but they had been liars fingers with lovers palms.

“Lady Cadash?” Bodahn asks, pulling her out of her reverie, “Are you alright?”

“Yes! Yes, I… merely lost in thought.” The rest of the lunch passes pleasantly and she helps carry things into the modest kitchen.

Sandal flaps his hands and holds out a rune. “Enchantment?”

She looks at where here sleeve is pinned up against her stump. “Take the time you need.” Bodahn says, but she shakes her head.

Cadash takes the rune and slips it under her shirt, pushing it down her sleeve so it rests against her. The stone is cool against her arm and she waits for pain to flare on a hand that is not there, but instead there is a pleasant numbness. She holds her breath, she can do this, she tells herself.

She tugs on her sleeve, the rune falls to the floor, and she’s shaking again. Her arm hadn’t hurt, but it hadn’t been there. For once she couldn’t feel it and somehow that had been worse than the blinding pain. Tears are streaming down her face and all she can say is “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

A hand, small but wide, touches her shoulder very lightly, pulling away quickly. Through the fabric of her shirt, she can feel a lingering warmth, “Enchantment.”

She hiccups and looks up at him from where she’s collapsed. “What?”

“Take the time you need, I think is what he’s saying.” Sandal nods and picks up the rune.

He holds it out to her, “Enchantment.” She searches his face and then looks at his hand. Their fingers touch lightly as he gives the rune to her. His hands are warm and callused from his rune work, the pattern of them unfamiliar to any calluses she’s seen in a while. His hands are different.

They try slipping the rune into her shirt again in the evening and again the next morning. But within a few days, she can stand to have the rune sit in her sleeve for almost an hour. The pace is frustratingly slow; Bodahn tells her not to worry and to take her time, Sandal mostly says enchantment, and she is left with herself.

Cadash helps when she can, pulling weeds out of Sandal’s garden, going with Bodahn to the small market to buy food, and sweeping the floors. Bodahn is always appreciative and Sandal seems to enjoy the company. Their lives are mundane and she’s never really had mundane between the Carta and the Inquisition. It’s nice to stay up late and talk to them about things or listen to Bodahn read a book aloud. It’s nice to help Sandal in his garden and pick fresh flowers and apples. She still has nightmares of hands too cool and words too cruel, but it becomes easier to pick up a blanket or two and go sit in the common area until she can sleep again. Cadash wakes up one morning, curled up in the common room, another blanket having been placed on her. When she can’t help, she sleeps or reads or wanders. It becomes a routine that should be boring, helping in the mornings, napping in the afternoon, sitting by the fire and talking, but it’s nice.

However, she can’t stay.

“Sandal, do you think we could try again this evening?” she asks, holding a basket for him to put apples into.

He looks at her and smiles, “Enchantment.”

That evening she sits between Sandal and Bodahn. On a small table next to Sandal are tools, various strips of leather, a few buckles, and a handful of runes. She unpins her sleeve and rolls it up. The scarring is only brown in the fire light, not green and red, the skin still soft and new, but it’s there.

“Cadash, we’ve got you.” Bodahn says as she stares at the stump.

“Enchantment.” She nods at Sandal and then looks away. His hands are different, warm and callused, but they move efficiently. The touches aren’t soft and personal, but they are caring.

When panic tries to swell, an arm wraps around her shoulders, “You’re alright, dear. My boy and I, we’ve got you. It’s okay.”

And Bodahn repeats that, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.” rubbing his thumb, broad and softer than his son’s against her shoulder.

She breathes.

“It’s okay.” Bodahn says again. “You’re going great.”

Cadash isn’t sure how much times passes, only that she eventually tucks her head into Bodahn’s shoulder. “Is this how you became family to Hawke and Brosca?”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I’m a stranger.” her voice catches.

“Everyone starts off as one.” Bodahn says, “But I may not be the most clever man, but I have been known to care a little too much.”

“You cared your way into being friends of two important and controversial heroes.”

“I was hoping you’d say three, Lady Cadash.” his thumbs stops moving and she looks up at him.

“Avital.” she says, “My name is Avital.” He smiles at her, his thumb continues to rub small circles into her shoulder.

Some time later, Sandal breaks the silence by saying “Boom”. She looks down at her stump and a small harness is holding a rune to her skin. Her hand doesn’t itch, it doesn’t ache or burn, because it isn’t there. She can only feel the coolness of the rune against her skin and a wholeness she hasn’t felt in a while.

She doesn’t dream that night. The next day, Sandal explains, with help from his father, that the rune should help ease any lingering effects of the anchor and help with the healing. He’s made a few runes with different effect for her though and she watches carefully as he shows her how to change the runes. One is warm and soothes the ache in her shoulders and elbow, one doesn’t feel like anything at all, and the cool one that stops the itches and pains.

By the time the week is out, she’s ready to leave. Bodahn gets teary and she finds herself promising to write him and meaning it. Sandal flaps his hands and touches her lightly on the shoulder. There’s a world for her to help save and it’s not going to fix itself.

Her hand doesn’t throb when she knocks on the door of the modest home.

“Oh, Avital. What a pleasant surprise!” says Bodahn. He’s a little shorter than last time, back still bent with age, and his face still a mass of wrinkles. He smiles at her so warmly, each line of his face crinkling, and she smiles back. “It’s been a few months, come on in.”

#cadash #inquisitor cadash #bodahn #sandal feddic #bodahn feddic #dragon age #long post #my fanfic

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dahllaz · 8 years ago

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Rules: you have to tag 20 followers you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @threehoursfromtroy

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Gender: female

Star Sign: Cancer

Height: 5′2″ damn it. :/

Sexual Orientation: Queer

Hogwarts House: No clue.

Favourite Colour: Right now? Silver

Favourite Animal: Ummm. Do I have to pick one? Horses are special, but a lot of damn work. Sooooo, guess I’ll go with cats. My cat keeps me company, but he mostly just takes care of himself.

Average hours of sleep: Never enough, and I’m not sure of total because am always waking up several times. Maybe between 4 - 6 hours? That’s with taking a sleep aid. Without I’m lucky to get 4 hours.

Cat or dog person: Cats. Dogs are cool and can be fun - but they’re more work than cats. There seems to be a theme with me...

Favourite fictional characters: Eve Dallas, Cassandra Pentaghast, Leliana, Korra, Asami, purple Hawke, Xena, Mary Russell, Sam Carter, Janet Fraiser, Stephanie Brown Batgirl, MCU Natasha Romanoff (I like comic version too, but MCU is why I started paying any attention at all), 80s and early/mid 90s Rogue, Joan Watson (the best Watson), 80s Storm, just gonna stop there or never will stop.

Number of blankets I sleep with: One.

Favourite singer/band: Golly. So many. The Gossip, Pearl Jam, Poe, Beyonce, Joan Osborn, Save Ferris, Adele, Amy MacDonald, Caro Emerald, Gaelic Storm, Leah Andreone, Mary Lambert, Patsy Cline, Rihanna.

Dream trip: It changes? See the Kentucky Derby live some day, Ireland and/or Scotland, Baseball Hall of Fame would be cool, National Museum of Racing and Hall of Fame also cool, Nation Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum also cool, see the National Finals Rodeo someday, though probably lost whatever chance I had ‘cause Papa is gone now (he was a lifetime member of the PRCA and had first shot at tickets I think.)

Dream job: Fuck if I know.

When was this blog made: I think in 2014, after The Winter Soldier had come out and my sister was showing me fanart and gifs and stuff. Decided to just join up myself to find all the things.

Number of followers: 106, but it’s been awhile since I checked for porn blogs to block. Seriously porn blogs wtf? I don’t post nsfw stuff much at all, and mostly it’s fic stuff when I do, so why follow? I don’t get it.

What made you decide to create this blog: Whoooops, already answered this.

Not tagging anyone. It rockets up my anxiety for who the fuck knows why. :/ But anyone is welcome to fill it out if ya want.

#meme #i am so weird #it doesn't bother me to be tagged. but tag someone else?#haha aaaahhhhhh *runs away* I am so weird #worry it took so long to do. we had icy weather the past couple weeks and the storms kept hitting on my days off #making it where it would be foolish to drive into starbucks for internet #and this is way too much typing to try and do on my phone using the wifi at work

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lgvalenzuela · 3 months ago

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My little necromancer

#mine doodles #dragon age #my art #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age veilguard #leah leliana hawke #leah hawke #hawke #handers #hawkling

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lgvalenzuela · 1 year ago

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I'm on my Hawke family bullcrap again

Of course they're all cat people

#mine doodles #dragon age #my art #anders #dragon age 2 #hawke #traditional art #hawklings #the litter #ryann hawke #nb!hawke #handers #anders theo hawke #leah leliana hawke #leto niall hawke #beth adrian hawke

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lgvalenzuela · 2 years ago

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Lonely bed

Dorian stretched looking at the candle next to him, he promised himself he would finally go to sleep when the wick was dying, using candles for this sort of thing, surely another habit he picked up during his time in the South.

He opened the case to his crystal again, some lucky nights he would hear him sing, sweet little lullabies he kept close to his heart, but this was not such a lucky night. It was too late for such matters anyway, he wouldn't pine like a maiden on a book, not when he had to catch Up on his beauty sleep. But sometimes he just had to catch up on work, maybe that way he'll be able to go to sleep every night to the arms of the man he loved (well…arm)

He flickered a flame into existence on the palm of his hand and finally blew the candle to rest. Walking to his lonely bed.

Or that's what he thought until he saw Leah, laying on a window frame…quietly crying, probably trying not to wake Kaira up. When she saw him she quickly got up with an apologetic bow she tugged her pajamas with shame:

"I'm sorry master Pavus I was just…"

"Such formalities we're not even on one of our lessons, or an event we need to save face in…" maybe he'd need to use some other night to catch up on that sleep of his "Follow me"

She did as she was told, quite the rebellious kind she was but not with him. She followed him to the kitchen where he lit the room and walked to get utensils, some black tea, milk, spices…

"Are you making-?" she started asking

"No, no, no, you go sit and we'll talk"

Once again she did as told, got a little comfortable and looked at her mentor as he made some tea for her. She chuckled slightly:

"You remind me of my zaza" she said with a little smile "They also did that for me when I was feeling moody"

"Oh do I? Well I'll take it as a compliment, Ryann is a good parent"

"Did you learn this from your mom too?"

"Well…more or less, I got it from my mother in law…my mother, she would make the sl- the servants do it, if at all…"

He placed the tea in front of her, and got some for himself too while they were at it:

"But we're not here to talk about me starlight, won't you tell me why you were crying your little heart out?"

"It's…it's really not important…"

"It's important to me"

She blew onto her cup pouting, she wanted to be strong, she really did, but her mentor already knew her way too well. Also he probably got tips from her parents:

"Last visit to Ferelden I noticed how big my sister was getting…and that I couldn't hold her anymore…" she said

"Go on"

"And I…realized I'm going to lose all of her life…and my brothers too…and…"

"And your parents…"

"On everything I knew before I came here…Ferelden seems more and more like a distant memory every time I go…and I recognize less and less of it…

And there's so much I miss…I miss the mountains, and the cold, and the snow…

And sometimes I just get like this…"

"I see"

"I know it's stupid"

"My dear do you really think I of all people will judge you for missing?" he fiddled with his wedding ring

"Sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Non taken starlight" he rested his face on his hand "So tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I…I just don't know! Because even though I miss it I don't want to leave! When I'm there I'm so happy to be with my family but I miss the hot, and the fruit and you and Kaira"

"Oh I'm honored" she pouted at him "Sorry, sorry, go on"

"I'm happy here, I want to keep studying, I want to make a place with you and the rest that won't hurt people like my uncle Fenris, or Aeryn, or Kaira anymore…"

"Yes…me too…And you starlight, are such a brilliant young lady, I know with the right education you'll be one of the best mages of your generation"

She blushed from her mentor's compliment and sipped on her tea:

"This is really good"

"Well thank you, Adaar family recipe" he winked and she giggled

She bounced her legs a bit:

"Sometimes…the letters are just not enough…and I'm sure it's like that for them too…"

He thought of Anders and Ryann Hawke, waiting anxiously for their daughter's letters, how they ran to her every time they went to Ferelden. And his mind went to Vaelaan, when he hunched down to let their daughter run straight into his chest so he could hold her, and their late night talks speaking of how much of their lives were passing by without each other.

And what to tell this little girl when he was much older than her and still as lost as she was? Was she still young enough to believe adults had all the answers? Was she old enough to learn that life isn't always fair?

He was circling back through these conflicts until she just hugged him, he hugged her back, still a little confused:

"Thank you…I needed to talk"

"Oh yes, of course" well maybe in a way he dodged a spell, raising kids was hard

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"I don't know…" she looked at him with puppy eyes "Agh, not that…well fine, but only because you're feeling blue"

"Okay I'll call Kaira"

"Wait wh-"

But she was already gone, ten minutes later he was sleeping (well, trying) with two girls, a cat and a mabari. He opened the case of his crystal one last time and left it on the table. Still no luck, no noise, no voice…but maybe he'd wake up to it and that was still a blessing.

As much as the family he had with him at times like that, when he felt like he was going to a lonely room, and a lonely bed.

#mine writing #fanfiction #dragon age #dragon age Inquisition #dragon age dreadwolf #dorian pavus #kaira pavus #leah hawke #leah leliana hawke #anders #ryann hawke #nb!hawke #hawke #vaelaan adaar #adaar

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