#this is everything treviso vs minrathous should've been

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Weisshaupt mission definitively proving that da is at its sexiest when it's wardens and yet here I am feeling an unbearable amount of salt because we walk through a FUCKING WARDEN LIBRARY and they could've put in a fucking NOTE about the HERO OF FUCKING FERELDEN IN THERE. SO GLAD THE FUCKING JOINING CHALICE WAS RECOVERED FROM FUCKING OSTAGAR THOUGH.

[thedragonagelesbian]

wip wednesday thursday friday

much love to @ghostwise for the tag <33333!!! i JUST posted my most active/recent wip, a bit of post-minrathous vs treviso commiserating for my crow rook who chose the former. so ummmm have a bit of the cyrusXlace thing i'm back to bashing my head against

"I think I've finally got the hang of it. Not 'it', not all of it, but at least the..." Cyrus' expression was one of soft, infinite patience, and it should've been comforting. Instead all Lace could think about was how easy this all came to him, and who was she by comparison, flushed with impatience and flushing harder at the thought of skipping all this preamble and just grinding their bodies together, mouths, hips, anything, everything-- Breathe. "Touching. Part." "That's fantastic, Lace." Sometimes she regretted it, telling Yiseeril Trevelyan her first name, but never with Cyrus. Never hearing that murmur like storm clouds. Never the glint in his eyes and the sudden quirk of his lips deepening his laugh lines, smiling still, welcoming still, but with a wholly different, more mischievous invitation. "Am I to assume, then, that you've stopped by to test this out?" He offered his hand to her, palm up, weathered lines to ground the gentle lightning strike of her fingers. Shock, crackle, simmer. Breathe. The barest trace of skin to skin. No trace of pallor in Cyrus' freckled cheeks. No flash of blue in the long line of his exposed neck. "Well, my head doesn't feel like syrup yet." "You'd tell me if it did, right?"