#lyriumwrath

[plaguefated]

@lyriumwrath liked for a starter ♠

A soft chuckle falls from her lips, eyes trained on the Templars marching past, oblivious to what lies before them.

❝ I'm surprised they haven't hauled me away yet. I wonder which it would be ; the Circle, the Chantry, or the GALLOWS. ❞

[tobebrutal]

fenris said,    ❛ if you’re doing it to help someone, doesn’t that make it okay? ❜

for every chaste and muted whisper that reminds of his fealty to vows and his maker so near, still, at the crest of the city..  there, too, murmurs an old, barely there voice to mock him.   it agrees forthright with  @lyriumwrath​  and tempts the start of a smile that sebastian doesn’t quite muster a desire to stomp out.   let it spread, he thinks, the beginnings of a chuckle stirring in his throat ;  let it give life to an outward gaze that combs the corridors of a city he’s still too foreign in to feel at home.   what the chantry offers is comforting, of course, but the thrill of adventure was always a rich diversion.   and wasn’t that the crux of it all?

“ you’re trying to tempt me, ”     out loud, it falls short of sounding accusatory despite a cornered gaze to suggest such.   over a shoulder that lacked the shine of armor..  humbled by robes that tried but failed to hide the way his chin sat that bit higher.   sebastian’s back so straight and his hands toying with a clasp at the small of it,     “ it shouldn’t be working so well. ”     he shouldn’t consider another venture beyond the gates so soon and yet—

the grand cleric would spare him no mercy if she knew..  and the better parts of himself, structured ‘round humility and earnestness, said she ought.   but that other part ;     “ the prayer hall  has  been feeling rather stuffy lately..  you’ll give me time to fetch my things? ”     a bow to bring security and all the bits come with it that sebastian uses to separate a brother of the chantry from the person whom, for the benefit of others, he’d argue, wouldn’t look so ill-placed in the throes of promised strife.

“ for the record ;  working around a promise to keep my hands clean, for you?   that makes it okay. ”     almost as few a family, friends were owed better than brisk rejection.

[cha1nbreak]

@lyriumwrath

there is someone else killing slavers in tevinter. calpernia took note soon after she was freed, when it became her own game as well ; there is some ghost slaying those who she wishes to see dead. it had been noticed and written down, marked as something to keep an eye upon to keep them from conflicting. it is a common goal and calpernia knew they would eventually meet. she did not anticipate that time being standing upon the threshold of a home she had come to rain death upon.

the former slaves were purchased and freed a week ago. the gold passing from her hand to another feels only a touch less sickening when calpernia knows she will be back in a few days time, will watch the skin of those who felt it right to purchase flesh turn to ash beneath her hands. it seems that job has been done for her. does this figure know her name, she wonders? or of her, of the other who skulks into grand homes in the night and leaves blood behind? calpernia knows her name has begun a slow spread through many of these homes, belowstairs, and there is a curiosity to the thought her fellow in ridding thedas of this scum has heard it.

"you have beat me to the punch," the door shuts behind her and calpernia does not move from its frame, does not draw the stave across her back, regards him with the cool hazel of her eyes, "though i suppose i cannot complain too heartily, so long as you have done what i came here to do."

[fatedvoyage]

@lyriumwrath fenris & dorian

"Well, there's sand in that direction, more sand in that direction, and--Maker's breath--" Dorian leaned forward, hand shading his eyes as he peered off into the distance.

"There's more sand!" Dorian rubbed the flat of his thumb against his forehead, trying to chase away the tension building up between his eyebrows. There was nothing here. Perhaps it was bad intel, perhaps they had the wrong sand dune. In truth, Dorian thought this search was a waste of time--the Venatori would reveal themselves eventually. Staying quiet was hardly their strong suit. "We should return to the Inquisition outpost. Unless you've found something more promising in your direction?"

[ada1r-arc]

@lyriumwrath said 'I have eliminated no suspects.'

"so you've eliminated yourself as a suspect? that's very convenient." she's stern, arms crossed tightly across her chest. "who died and put you in charge?"

[chiefambassador-archive]

@lyriumwrath​​ says,  ❝ i don’t want revenge. i want justice. ❞

“that is... an admirable path to take,” she comments quietly, drawing her own conclusions from what little fenris has shared with her.  most of what she knows about him comes from varric with pieces from leliana here and there.  had she been in fenris’ shoes, perhaps she would not be as dignified or kind as he. 

“you have suffered great atrocities,” josephine chooses her words carefully. “the worst of humanity,” her expression speaks of empathy; she would never belittle him with pity or sorrow on his behalf. “yet you show virtue to those whom do not deserve it.  i must confess that i find that quite remarkable and exemplary,” there is the ghost of a smile at the corners of her mouth. “the inquisition is fortunate to count you among its allies, master fenris.”

[elvcnson]

gothic short stories starters

@lyriumwrath​​ said:  i don’t like this place .  the darkness ,  &  the noises ,  &  the awful feelings i get .

‘AYE. A CAUTIOUS TREAD WOULD SERVE WELL...THOSE NOT VERSED IN THESE PATHS HAVE COME TO FIND THEMSELVES HEEDING INSTEAD THE THE HAND OF UNFORTUNATE ENDS. Bewitchments lay upon this once verdant soil not of my kin’s making.’ The prince’s lithe legs picked CAREFULLY over root and vine. Light steps fluid with long-practiced EASE navigating the ancient boscage. Moving with quiet elegance, mossy coating scarce bending neath the ellon’s sparse mass. 

‘ These forests were not always so.... i n d e e d , they were much different in my youth. ’ CERULEAN eyes allow themselves a moment to cast a gaze unto the great canopy above, a canopy which LIGHT now found itself seldom able peek beyond. A melancholy blooming in the PRINCELING’S chest...one that does now show upon fair features but paints a sombre tone to LEGOLAS’  lips. ‘ Yet even in such times did the unrelenting reach of the DECEIVER toil at it’s edges. Long has it been since the  SHADOW’S  great hand did not seek to poison my home.’

[scapedgrace]

@lyriumwrath​​​: “go on, then. chastise me.” ↳ memes / accepting!  

       “What good would that do?” Hawke arcs a brow, sliding one of the drinks in their hands across the table to him. “Would you feel any better if I did?” They tilt their head to the side, dark eyes thoughtful. “It’s really none of my business how you deal with your demons, Fenris.” They almost reach out to touch his arm, but seem to think better of it, settling instead for a half-smile and a shrug. “But I’ve got an ear, if you ever decide you want to talk about it.” 

[tobebrutal]

" —wait, you're leaving? " his words don't stumble as awful as they could, though jaskier's steps, quick to follow, are of a staggered sort. a snagged stool, a tankard toppled, he pursues @lyriumwrath towards the exit with few strides spared between them, " where to? " somewhere more interesting than a tavern that left his boots sticky and his hands stickier, no doubt, " not that.. you have to answer but— " ♡

[dryadalismagicae]

@lyriumwrath || LIKED for a STARTER

"I don't take kindly upon being snuck up on-." The drawn blade was entirely poised in preparation, its length as a longsword mayhap not as common as others and yet he holds it with some perfect amount of skill, despite his presumed young age.

Eyes, pointed eagerly towards the silhouette of his unknown company, the glaring of honeyed eyes unwavering;

"I do suggest, however,, that you get chattering on why you're here-"

[korinthiakos]

@lyriumwrath is dreaming of this: ❝ i don’t want to die . ❞ 😶 ( the school for good and evil / accepting !! )

Pathetic. "..." Their gaze looked over the wounds, and maintained their expression to be almost unreadable. They didn't grin; it was best to keep up with the deception. "It's a shame that you're rendered in such a delicious state. How much do you care for your own life? Willing to barter and exchange? Because I could do something to reverse this, only if the price is good enough. So what do you say? Do you wish to see another sunset or horribly die painfully?"

[betterdcyz]

@lyriumwrath​ requested for a lyrical starter featuring Uther Hawke.

          “——look me in my eye,  tell me everything’s not fine.” 

[alcriti]

Fenris, showing up at Astarion's house this time: I'm here to be judgemental and eat your food 😌 / @lyriumwrath​

He does not believe in the idea that friends are worth keeping: They are an asset when needed, and traitors when the idea of betrayal fancies them. He knows both faces of friendship.

Fenris, though, is an oddity, wearing the mantle companion, of which he purposely stands just out of reach... something like a friend, but not quite. Astarion, too, is similar in that regard; they share few things in common, but are nonetheless content when they cross paths.

Often, that is the case, but as Astarion stares down the length of the table, adorned with expertly crafted meals by the manor staff -- reserved only for the most important of occasions -- and accompanied with wine brought from the cellar, that surpassed in its age, Astarion’s insignificant one-hundred years of life. His stare burns with disdain, recognising the jerkin their guest wears as his own, or it was... Pulled out of a dusty wardrobe somewhere, no doubt, and the young lord buries his scowl in his hand.

He feels the hands of his mother grip his shoulders from behind, her fingers pinching him through his vest, and she whispers to him: ‘ Don’t be rude to your guest. ‘

It is a warning, and request both, and Astarion abides with little resistance. Across the marble floor, he strides with arrogant posture, watching as Fenris pay his approach little mind. His eyes focus on the lofty ceilings, the paintings that hang on the walls, the arched windows that stretch impossibly high... And as his guest attempts to pour himself some wine, Astarion snatches the pewter jug from him possessively. He holds it close for a second, staring down the other elf in a highback chair he looks so out of place sitting in, and calmly, fills his goblet.

❝ Can I get you anything else, Fenris? ❞ His voice hangs on his name, a low rumble in his throat, and when he forces a smile, it shift into an unbecoming snarl.

[spphirrguearc]

          ❛  You seem eerily calm.  ❜  COMMENT MADE LIGHTLY. Not to push, not to test, a light-hearted observation. Kirkwall appeared calmer now with Hawke as hero, tending to those who needed assistance &&. forming a sense of justice to the city of hell. Impressive, by standards held in family history.

          ❛  What has you so calm this day  ?  ❜  /  @lyriumwrath​  ♡  ‘  d  .

[nonormality]

@lyriumwrath​ asked: ‘  dark  things  have  a  way  of  slipping  through  narrow  spaces.  ’

DESPITE  THE  GLOOMY  NATURE  OF  the  words  spoken,  a  delighted  (  almost  desperately  so  )  smile  spreads  across  her  face  at  the  sound  of  fenris  addressing  her.  the  past  few  weeks  have  been  nothing  short  of  intense  &  stressful.  at  first,  the  ever-present  war  between  mages  and  templars;  then,  the  peculiar  behaviour  of  the  wardens  which  had  unfolded  in  the  worst  possible  way,  leaving  her  faith  shattered  in  numerous  little  fragments.  combine  with  the  loss  of  a  dear  mentor  figure  &  an  almost  loss  of  a  sibling  she  holds  closest  to  her  heart?  yeah,  it  is  no  surprise  her  body  basically  thrums  in  the  presence  of  an  old  friend.

❝  WELL,  IN  THAT  CASE—  ❞  the  quip  falls  from  her  lips  with  natural  ease,  like  they  have  not  been  apart  for  years  now.  her  slender  fingers  curl  inward  into  a  tight  fist.  when  she  opens  her  hand,  there  is  a  small,  yet  bright,  flame  floating  above  her  palm.  ❝  should  be  less  dark  now.  ❞  bethany  chuckles.  ❝  i  promise  it’s  just  me,  though.  i took care of the other dark things that tried to follow.  ❞

[scapedgrace]

       “I was thinking we could spar for a bit. When you have the time.” 

@lyriumwrath​ — call.