#traevelyan

[of-kirkwall]

@traevelyan sent: lay back down. you're not healed up yet.

"M'fine..." Hawke was anything but fine, of course, as Marcella's small, gentle hand was enough to push the much larger man back onto the cot without much trouble. But it was a valiant attempt to being contrary, at least. He'd likely pull through.

Laid back again, Baby shifted uncomfortably, clumsily swatting at the Inqusitor's hovering. "S'not like I haven't gotten poisoned before. S'just another Tuesday..." It was Friday, but perhaps that was neither here nor there. "Venatori bastards aren't getting rid of me so easily. Lemme up."

It was going to be a long night in the infirmary.

[lcgacyofages]

Dragon Age: Inquisition starter sentences | ACCEPTING

@traevelyan sent:  “Treacherous ground here. I’m picturing myself bumping all the way down a mountain.” (sergio)

It was true; the cliffs around the Storm Coast where dangerous. Steep and slick from the constant rain, anyone making their way through would need to be mindful. And so many of the paths were carved into the steep cliffs, it gave a person’s anxiety no respite.

“We have only a little more to go,” Sergio reassured her. “Just watch your step and do not look down.” He had kept her in front of him, so he could keep an eye on her. He would not want to deal with the consequences of letting the Inquisitor fall, as well as not keen on the idea himself. 

Quickly, a hand reached out to her waist as he noticed a crumbling area under her foot. He pulled her back and against him as a small portion gave way. He watched the rocks tumble down and shrugged.

“So much for not looking down.”

[divinesleft-a]

@traevelyan​ liked for a kiss

       there’s a COMFORT in understanding, in finding another who carries the same guilt, the same weight. it’s silent, but it means far more to leliana than honeyed words that may be used in its place. there hasn’t been MUCH talking, instead, they had shared a bottle of wine in relative silence, and in UNDERSTANDING. 

the fire that has burned consistently for hours now is beginning to die, and the lack of movement in skyhold leaves leliana reluctant to keep it going. soon, the time will come for the evening to be over, but she finds herself longing for THIS to continue. she considers fabricating an excuse. perhaps she could find a report that requires marcella’s attention lying on the desk in her quarters, but she is too TIRED for such antics. 

instead, she returns her cup to the floor and turns her body towards the inquisitor, hand cautiously sliding to the back of her neck as the spymaster leans forward, pausing for just a second, allowing them to ADJUST to the newfound affection before she presses her lips to marcella’s.

[povvertaken]

@traevelyan / from here:

He was a bit of a loose cannon, someone to be wary of, for he proved to be unpredictable at times. She had seen how quickly he would reach for his sword when slighted, taken by his passions. Still, when Jacob grabbed both of her wrists, sudden and firmly, pinning them either side of her head by the wall behind her, Marcella could not hide how he had taken her off-guard. Nor could Marcella hold back the surprised exhale of breath, her eyes on his. It took the Inquisitor a few moments to compose herself, swallowing quietly in her throat, before making a small attempt to test how strong his grip was. Quickly she found that she was going nowhere, that there was no breaking out of it, that if he held her just that bit tighter he might even bruise. Usually so composed and calm, she mentally cursed him for shaking her composure if only for a moment, in catching her off-guard.

“And how long are you going to keep me here, hm?” Marcella managed a smirk, but it was all she could do with him holding her, his body close to her own. “Are you that desperate for my attention?”

Jacob released her as if he’d been burnt, his dark eyes full of storms. “You presume too much for your position,” he barked at her. He was surprised her advisors have left her to her own devices in such a way. 

“I know you do not wish to have blood on your hands. It is not something I share, but I understand it well enough.” In truth, Jacob found himself most at peace on the battlefield. “You cannot lead a war and refuse personal responsibility for the deaths. It does not matter if you did not swing the blade yourself - if you made the order, the responsibility is yours. That is the price you pay, and the reason they pay you such deference. Because the weight of every life given to this cause lies on your shoulders. They bow to you because they would not choose to bear such a weight.” 

He rolls his own shoulders subconsciously. “You do not have to kill - but you must be prepared to maim, at least. You could have lit me on fire or frozen the blood in my veins before I even touched you. The enemy will not hesitate. Why should you?”

[manidottir-aa]

@traevelyan​ said: “if  you  don’t  take  your  arse back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself.” | hurt / comfort meme ⇢ Accepting

A rough battle at a rift had left Signe would a particularly nasty wound on her side from a rage demon. Marcella had been tending to her for the past three days and had forbid her from getting up but things still needed to be done. So she sat in a chair in the War Room with the Advisors to go over what had happened while she’d been resting and what needed to be done. Afterwords she stayed to look over paperwork, which is when Marcella found her.

“The world does not stop moving because I have been hurt. Things needed to be looked over and I am being careful, but it is time for me to get back to work.” Signe hadn’t even looked up from the documents Josephine had given her when the healer entered the room. “I laid in bed for three days to rest, now it is only a dull ache. I think I can survive looking over some paperwork.”

[chokethelight]

“There will come a time where there is nothing human left of me. I’ll become all animal. All rage. I’ll tear into whoever I am near. It’s inevitable... I know that, but I am going to try to change that.” 

  @traevelyan​ ( All Animal - Through Fire )

[lone-blade]

7. nose kiss. how she reaches is a mystery

pucker up // accepting ( @traevelyan

     ---HE IS SEATED in the gardens; a momentary pause to the days hectic on goings. The Warden is quiet enough not to be spotted as she moves from space to space within the gardens. He watches with a lazy sort of smile, admiring the way in which she handles each person lapping at her heels; favors for this, accounts of that, status updates of their borders and encampments else where. Carver finds himself---thankful. Thankful that such pressure belongs not to him, but to someone more worthy. Someone with the mind, and aptitude. 

     She does, however, catch his gaze; keen as she is. Those around her are dismissed swiftly before she treads over, and he notes the same sort of matching smile she holds much like his own. Carver clears his throat to speak but is silenced by a simple kiss on his nose. The lightest of pecks. And he wonders, for a moment, if it was meant to tease him---or perhaps remind him of the fondness she holds for him. Regardless, the Warden grins, a boyish thing, and gently takes her hand. “And how are you today?” 

[theredconqueror]

traevelyan:

Seeing as he did not seem to be as bothered by it, smiling even, Marcella followed his lead and smiled too, her hand leaving his arm. “I think you’re underestimating yourself there. You’ll survive this, I’m sure of it.” She was not so sure of herself, not with the strange magic of the Anchor– was that truly stable and safe? What if that was only temporary? “Or… maybe you don’t want to survive it.” What was there after Corypheus was dealt with, if he had no longer any desire for a normal life? Would he return to Tevinter, perhaps?

If he were ordinary, her words would have been considered optimistic. As it stood, he had a better chance than most about surviving an encounter with Corypheus. Outwardly, his expression was one of sharp focus but behind it was surprise, though not because it was a revelation to him, but instead that she saw it. He had tried to take his own life once, but had failed. For a moment, he dared to reach out and touch her cheek. “Do you want me to survive?” They are not words born out of romance. He was a merely a monster who had been alive longer than he should have been.

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

slides marcy over for the nsfw meme

How interested they are in having sex with them: Very much, hence having done so ;). He has an eye for quality noble ladies, in his travels.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: No monetary aspect required to it from either side, he’s already getting paid for his other services, better for it to come naturally between them, be genuine. Consider it a job perk for both.

If they would rather bottom or top them: Top her most of the time, though he is good for either, just depends on the mood.

How good they think they would be: He knows that it would be great, because it is. Lady has been pent up long enough. Needs someone to take good care of her.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Bath/Shower/Hot Spring would be nice... though any of the three work fine, and many other options/locations come to mind as well.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: Fuck vigorously at first, though could see it developing into love making at some point.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Nobody specific comes to mind, so Inquisitor's choice ;) either way she’d very much be the center of attention for it.

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen: Been there, done that... and will keep doing so.

@traevelyan

[redtemplarcommander]

    “Realistically, I am doing what I always have. Service, but where as the Chantry left me to rot? I am doing something better. Even in the face of perpetual defeat and even death. I know what i must do and what shall happen if i do otherwise. There’s a certainty to it,” he says, biting his lower lip for a moment, “that goes beyond the teachings of the chant or the Elder One spouts out.”

@traevelyan

[lcgacyofages]

ok for sergio tho 👀

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart... | ACCEPTING

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[divinesleft-a]

@traevelyan​ said: [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt :3 non-sexual acts of affection accepting!

       she had INSISTED - the wound was minor. but she had still been bedridden nevertheless, at the request of the healers. of course, she had protested the order, but an aching shoulder had been enough to keep her quiet... for NOW. 

leliana is used to waking up to the empty room, but this time, she wakes to find the form of the inquisitor watching over her. far from startled, she finds herself comforted by the gesture, going so far as to push herself up onto her hands, despite the pain in her shoulder. 

“well... this is certainly a pleasant surprise. if i were informed of your visit, i would have cleaned myself up for you.”

[povvertaken]

@traevelyan​ / from here:

Marcella was silent at first, lifting her gaze to him and holding it, brow furrowed slightly as she tried to make sense of the man. He was certainly a mercenary with that attitude. Rolling her eyes, Marcella looked away from him. “A bit materialistic, wouldn’t you say?” Her Starkhaven accent thick in that moment, Marcella hardly seemed impressed with his notion. After all, what did Circle mages own? They did not even truly own the robes on their backs. And the idea of taking from others– it went completely against her principles. She was a giver, plain and simple. “At least if anything goes missing I know the first person I will turn to.” Marcella then remarked, a quick sideglance in his direction.

“It’s only a materialistic approach if you consider what can be taken to be material objects alone,” Jacob replies cryptically. The curl of his lip is almost cruel. He moves once more into the field of her vision, fluid as a cat and refusing to be ignored. On his own ship and in his company of men he enjoyed a certain level of respect and fear. He wonders how long it will take for the diplomat in her tower to realise quite who has wondered in to their ranks. “If you want to win this war - and it is a war, or else you’d not be in a fortress training up recruits - you need to see the bigger picture. There’s that which can be taken which can’t be seen. But it can be felt.” His accent roves across territories but his gaze is hard and clear. He won’t go into battle for anyone who cannot see grande schematics of the world.

[chmpn--a2]

@traevelyan​  :   reaches right up to floof his hair

/     ‘ play with hawke’s hair ’  challenge   !     ( yes, it’s a challenge. )

His head falls forward and he smiles, amber eyes closing and kaddis-streaked nose wrinkling a little bit. It's unprompted, seemingly, but so nice. One of the quickest ways to his heart was through his hair. Playing with it, that is. All it takes is a tousle! He's... easy? No, that's wrong. Simple? Some would say that. Still wrong. He’s... like a puppy. A good enough comparison. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

“Thank you, Marcella.” It’s quiet. “If I may ask, did it just... look ruffle-able, or...?”

[chokethelight]

“Life isn’t what you’d think it would be. I know what I did was wrong, but trust me I’ll make it up you.” Somehow, someway - there was doubt that it could be done and yet an attempt would no doubt be made.

@traevelyan​ ( I’m so sorry - Imagine Dragons )

[lone-blade]

hold my hand if you need to.

meme // accepting ( @traevelyan ) 

     ---DEATH IS a commonality in life, for some more than others. Some see it seldom in life, and others, like Carver, are all too familiar with it. The news of his sibling had spread throughout Skyhold at a fire pace; originally a messy rumor with different endings. It wasn’t until the official report of the battle had been placed in his hands did Carver even entertain it. 

( after all, Hawke had always managed survive. How could they not this time? ) 

     Bleary eyes had tore through he report with speed. Each following line breaking his heart more, and more. Hawke, in their heroism, ( or perhaps for their wish to simply be at peace ) had thrown themselves in the throws of battle, sacrificing themself to be left in the Fade in order for the rest of the part to escape.

     The hours after found him atop the ramparts, alone, and truly alone. She finds him there watching over the distant mountains. And thankfully, she says nothing, simply takes his hand in a kind gesture. Carver holds it, holds it in fear he may fall apart with out something to ground him. 

hold my hand if you need to

The only thing she says, the only thing he needs to hear. 

     And so, Carver does; his massive hand gripping tight her own.