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nyf-archive · 2 years ago
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@many-tales-told asked: '' tell me if something's bothering you. '' - Fin & Siraj
She had been distant. She knew that. But no matter how hard she tried to hide it, hide everything, he always saw right through her. Her lips parted to speak, but her heart couldn’t find the words. Her desk was littered with papers; condolence letters, replies for reinforcement, and so many other things that she was afraid could not be handled. Fin was leaning over the desk instead of sitting in the chair like she normally would be. That was probably the other thing that tipped him off. 
“I think...” her hands balled into fists as she stood straight this time. “I think I’m dying...” The thought of looking at him right at that moment took the life out of her. Finduilas couldn’t imagine the pain that might come over him or the any of the other emotions that he may be feeling. She knew exactly what hers were, and they were her burden to bear. “The anchor is growing...spreading up my arm and I...” she shook her head and stood up straight before pacing in front of the giant desk.
“No one knows how or why...Solas teeters around it like I’m a fragile child and won’t tell me what he actually thinks is wrong or how I could possibly fathom to stop it...and I don’t-” she can’t do it. To lose him, for him to lose her? It was too much for her heart to take. “...I’m scared and I don’t know what to do next...I can’t tell them...I-I can’t...I didn’t want to tell you...but I love you a-and you deserve to know...”
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handofglory-rpg · 7 years ago
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¿Recomendaciones de posts para stalkear? Es para variar sobre lo que tenemos más leído todos ♥
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Tengo que decir que hay UN MONTÓN.
Pero comentaré los que me estoy leyendo yo en estos momentos y si alguien quiere contribuir para añadir más, ¡adelante! Que todo es bienvenido.
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Quiéreme: Los seguía antes de que lo cerrasen porque amo el PJ de Vernon, sobre todo por el miedo que me da al ser ella súper impredecible y con una personalidad… Apabullante. También porque cada post que hace llega a hacerme reír de lo BRUTA QUE ES.
Stalker Time: Solo diré una cosa y es que: COCO. Me reí UN MONTÓN con esta mujer y con Lycoris. Regaladme más momentos así, por favor♥
Younger: Este post me llegó a los feelings y el: Tía, entiérrame en algún lugar bonito. Me llegó a la patata, aunque en realidad me estaba riendo, lol (sorry).
Do or do not, there’s no try: Solo os adelanto que están luchando a muerte con un PALO (tal cual, en serio) para ver quién de los dos besa a… *Inserte aquí música de suspense*. Que POR CIERTO. OTPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.
Molten eyes and a smile made for war:Para mí estos dos son súper tierno juntos. Pero es que… El post ha derivado a algo muy random. O sea, a algo muy Dick (CON AMOR).
The end: Solo digo que: #DRAMAAAAAAAAA.
Off to the races: SUFRO TANTO CON ESTE POST DEL #RHUY QUE ME QUIERO MORIR. Y yo solo digo que: daddy.
Sortilegios Weasmalditos: Solo llevan dos post pero… La unión de Lola y Fred me gusta. Así que los stalkeo, hehe.
Stormblåst: Este post es MUY bonito. Saca el lado humano de Valfar y Arlet es… súper tierna. No sé. NO SOY OBJETIVA CON ARLET PORQUE ESTOY ENAMORADA DE ELLA pero me encanta leerlos, son una futura OTP en potencia ♥
Blood vessels: Es un post tan Rosier que… ♥. Este me lo recomendaron, y lo estoy leyendo poco a poco, pero solo adelanto que hay temas familiares que tratar y… #sangre, #muerte y #destrucción♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Y YA PARO.
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En realidad en el foro hay mucho material que leer y yo, como buena stalker que soy, debo de ponerme las pilas. Pero ya os digo, vosotros sois el mejor escaparate para vuestras tramas, así que mandad, comentad qué estáis leyendo, qué os gusta, porque estaremos encantados de stalkear con vosotros.
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— Ginger 🦄
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nyf-archive · 4 years ago
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@many-tales-told asked ;; [ sleep ] – for your muse to fall asleep on mine - Let Siraj snuggle-sleep with Fin please
The days on the road had been exhausting for everyone. Thankfully, though, her advisors and guard shifts had been able to get their sleep here and there, but Finduilas had kept an eye on the roads all day and night. Which means Siraj did too. Camp was set up, thankfully, by Dorian and his quick magic, a wink was given and he fucked right off for the night to snuggle Seraphim in the tent just a ways away. 
The blonde elvhen giggled softly and found her way inside, only to find Siraj already down for the count on their cot. Yes, their cot. She had allowed him every opportunity to be with her on missions. As he had said before, they were a team; there was no more leaving him behind to make sure he was safe. 
Removing the plate from her Keeper armor, the lithe body slid into bed right next to him, arms adjusting her blankets, pillows, and everything in between. Fin was just about to grab some more paperwork to work on while she still had some consciousness about her, but his hands knocked it all away, causing her to giggle, as he wormed his way against her chest, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. 
“Well...that’s one way to tell me I’m done with work, vhenan.” She chuckled softly, watching as he came to rest; his head against her chest, arms holding her tight, and legs twining almost instantly as if to lock her in place. “Let’s get some sleep....we’ll need it for the morning.” Her hand very delicately began to thread through his curly trusses, massaging at his scalp while the other began to dance along his skin, hoping to lull him further into sleep. 
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nyf-archive · 4 years ago
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do you feel any different? - Fin/Siraj (post-Trespasser?)
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Different? Different was...not the right word to describe how she felt. Her eyes fell to the spot where her forearm should be, and she swore that she could still feel as though she was flexing her hand, turning it over to examine the anchor once more. But it was gone. Completely, utterly, entirely. Cassandra had done her best to make a clean cut, but a few more strikes had to be made in order the remove the limb that was threatening to tear her apart and rip another hole in the veil. Commander Helaine was doing her best to teach her to use the magic that a Knight Enchanter would use to summon a sword, except to summon an ethereal arm.
It wasn’t going as well as she would have hoped. Despite how much she practiced, it never came to pass. For a moment, she thought of what to say so that she didn’t upset or worry her love, the man who helped carry her to safety after the events of Solas’ doing. She can still remember the excruciating pain of the anchor exploding out, knocking down all of her friends and injuring them in the process. Over and over she apologized as the anchor split further and further down her arm. She was pretty sure it was already broken by the time Cassandra amputated it.
“...the phantom pains have diminished,” partially, that is, “and I think I’m getting used to it not being there. The hardest part, I think, is trying to relearn how to do things with my right hand instead of my left.” There was no more using a staff, seeing as though it was hard to maneuver with only one hand. That was another thing she was practicing but failing miserably at. Cass and Bull were kicking her ass into the dirt. Needless to say, her pride was becoming bruised. 
“I uhm...I’m doing better, though. The scar is healing up just fine.” That was an understatement. Although it was perfectly healed, thanks to Vivienne, it was hard to adjust. She knew Siraj was trying his best to help her, but this was hard. She lost a limb, lost what had made her special. The physical scars had healed. The mental and emotional ones? They lingered heavily on her mind and toyed with her emotions. 
Stop staring at it. Look up at him. She had to mentally prepare to turn her eyes up to him and to muster the best smile she could to show him that she was trying. At this point, she had to survive this for no other reason than to stay with him and to spite the world that wanted her gone and forgotten. 
“How are you doing? That Saarebas hit you like a battering ram...”
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nyf-archive · 4 years ago
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❝ There’s no end to how much I love you. ❞ - Siraj @ Fin
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There is a pause in what her slender hands are doing, the faint glow that moved through the darkening chambers stops it’s motions, flaring slightly with her quickening heartbeat as she looks over to him in the doorway. This mission she couldn’t, wouldn’t, allow him to go with. The last thing either of them needed was to be distracted during the fight, worrying about whether the other was safe and putting them at risk in their search. “...those are heavy words to be spilling in the dark of the night, vhenan.” Finduilas pulls her robes closer to her body as she moves to meet him in the middle, one arm wrapping around his waist as the other reaches up and finds his cheek so delicately. 
“...my love for you burns brighter than any fire, vhenan...is bigger than any rift that may tear the sky open, and is deeper than any tunnel a dwarf could ever create.” Her thumb dances along his cheek as she searches his gaze, hoping that this could be enough to settle any nerves he may have about her going with him. “I can’t have you throwing yourself in the way for me...we’ve lost too many people as it is, and I won’t go through my life without you...it may be selfish and it may not be what we want, but I know that you’ll at least be safe...and that’s all I could ever ask for.” She leans her head against his chest, listening to the thrumming of life just within, and closes her eyes. “Cass, Varric, and Dorian will all be there...I’ll be safe...and I’ll come back to you, just as I always do.”
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nyf-archive · 4 years ago
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🌑 - Siraj makes a show of it, when he can, trying to take Fin's mind off all the worries of the day
Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse
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The silence in her room is deafening most days. How could one sleep in such a large room all by one’s self? Especially after a hard day’s work like they’ve had recently. Most nights it’s tossing and turning until the exhaustion hits by sunrise and then sleeping for only a handful of hours while she basks in the sun’s warmth. But, tonight was different. Her ears picked up on his footsteps before he even made it through the door. She sat up, thinking that he was going to be in, only to ask a question or to entertain her a little while longer, but as he crawled into her bed and closed the gap between them, there was a giddy smile upon the blonde’s face as she wiggled almost closer, shuffling herself under the blankets and practically melting herself into his side. 
These nights were the best. She didn’t care what anyone said, what rumors were on the tongue of her people. She was just happy to have Siraj with her. Ever since their moment at the Winter Palace, Finduilas couldn’t help but get more and more attached, growing more and more obvious with her affections towards her companion. Everyone else also seemed to be pairing up; Dorian and Seraphim, Cullen and the Hero of Ferelden, Josie and the Warden making eyes at one another; love was just surrounding them and it was hard trying to keep it to herself. 
Her arms wrapped around his waist, their legs twining together as she settled against him, her head on his shoulder as she finally was able to focus on something other than the grandfather clock in her room. His heartbeat was a much needed distraction, and within no time, did the blonde fall asleep with ease. Siraj always knew how to make things better...
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nyf-archive · 4 years ago
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“For just a few hours, stay out of trouble, okay?” - Siraj to Fin
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“Me? Get into trouble?” The elvhen looked over to her companion and gave a bit of a knowing grin, unable to help herself as she wrinkles her nose at him. “I haven’t the faintest idea of what you speak of, vhenan. I have the most squeaky clean of records, don’t you know?” With a bump of her elbow against his arm, the blonde looks forwards and into the city, wondering what it was she could possibly do to muck this up. “I can’t promise I won’t make my own fun, though. Besides...trouble is entertaining. Keeps you chasing after me, right?” 
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nyf-archive · 5 years ago
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“ turn the pain into power. ” - Fin/Siraj
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Days like this were absolutely unbearable. The Anchor had kept her up all night, sparking, crackling, and burning as if she had stuck her entire forearm into a blazing fire. The elven woman was curled into a ball, her arm hugged into her body and buried under the covers. Maybe applying enough pressure would help it go away. Every so often the crackling would rip through her appendage, causing a great deal of pain. Enough so that she cried out on one occasion. Fin buried her face into her pillow to try and silence herself. The last thing that the Inquisitor wanted was to wake her companions, her people, or her advisors. 
The sound of her door opening and closing fell on deaf ears. The footsteps up her stairs were missed as well as all she could focus on was trying to calm the sparking and pain from her arm. But as a body joined her in bed and a hand found her cheek, did the elf crack her eyes to see the curly haired man of her dreams leaning over her. Her lashes flutter over her eyes as he just sits there, and as his words find her ears, does a soft, pained smile find her lips. He always knew exactly what to say. A few tears fall from her eyes; while still in pain, she was happy to have him near. 
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nyf-archive · 5 years ago
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i need you here, with me. - Siraj + Fin
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The sheer thought of not being by the Rivaini’s side sent an ache in her chest. They’d become so close, had done so much adventuring together. It was honestly unbearable to have her life be any other way. The way he held her tight, or kissed her so lovingly...it would leave a hole in her heart if anything ever happened to him. A lithe hand reaches out and takes hold of his, fingers twining between his as if they were meant to fill the spaces perfectly, and with a soft squeeze, does she look up to him once more. 
“I’m not going anywhere...not now, not ever.” Fin would do the best she could, would fight as hard as she could, with or without the use of her magic. “You’re stuck with me until the end of the line. I promise.” A softer grin is given as she raises the hand she holds, and with a few presses of her lips against his knuckles, do those verdant orbs find him yet again. “Try as they might, no enemy of ours will ever bring me down.” 
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nyf-archive · 5 years ago
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“Something else I can help with?” - Siraj + Finduilas
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“I’m not sure there’s anything left, vhenan.” Finduilas grinned as she looked over the reports that were currently drying, all the bundles of coin that were separated out, and each little ‘thank you’ gift for those of their allies in which granted them aide during their round of the ‘Grand Game’ while in Halamshiral. All the hand written notes and cards were ready to go. The hand without the anchor was covered in ink smudges and wax. She was quite sure that there might’ve been a bigger mess around that she was forgetting about. 
“Thank you for everything, Siraj.” Her voice is soft as she leans over and kisses him on the cheek as her anchored hand gives his a squeeze. “I don’t know if I’d have as much free time as I do now if it weren’t for you.” Even though he had things of his own to do, the fact that he dropped most things to help her if she needed it made her heart feel so full. Never before had she had someone care for her as he did, and every day she grew more and more thankful. “Now, is there anything I can do in return for you?” Did he need new armor? Clothes? Maybe some more reading materials? Whatever it was, though, Finduilas was more than happy to get it for him.
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nyf-archive · 5 years ago
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“ trust me ” - Siraj/Fin
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Unnatural verdant green find those of his brighter baubles. They search for any other explanation, and though her heart races with anxiety in her chest, Finduilas releases his hand from her death grip, but lets her fingers linger along his skin. A shaky sigh leaves her lips and she can’t help but nod her head.
“I do...I always have...” Her voice was soft, audible for only the two of them to hear. She has no idea what he has planned, so this is her way of saying that she does, even if it may be something dangerous, something reckless, or something absolutely ridiculous, there’s no way that she would deny him this. Her faith in him never waned.
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nyf-archive · 4 years ago
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“ being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain. ” - Fin/Siraj @destinys-threads
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“I know...” Her voice is not but a low whisper from her position in front of her fireplace. It was quiet in her room; painfully so. But his footsteps were so familiar and it made her heart ache. It wasn’t until he was before her that she lift her gaze to find him, and all she saw was the man she had fallen for so hopelessly. And there was concern, worry, everything she never wanted him to experience for her, and the guilt set in. “They made me the Inquisitor. This is all my duty, all my fault. No one should see me this way...especially not you. I don’t want you to have to worry...like you’re already doing.” Her lashes flutter over her eyes as she lowers her gaze to her anchored hand before looking over to him.  “I’m in pain, Siraj...my heart hurts just as much as my hand. I do not wish for anymore to fall due to this fight.” It seemed hopeless at times; they were one step behind Corypheus at all times, and nothing felt like a win. Adamant had been a win, but at what cost? They lost so many; both the Wardens and their own forces, really. She was just happy they both made it out alive. “I don’t want to ask for your help out of fear. I don’t want to lose you...not like how we’ve lost so many others.” Sacrifice after sacrifice, the lithe elf pushed on. She didn’t know how many more lives it was going to take to win this war, but she didn’t want to be the deciding factor any longer. 
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