#valahren

[crosaidi]

"The work will still be here after you rest." @valahren / take a break

It’s  not  even  his  duty,  really.  This  little  village,  scarcely  more  than  a  few  sod-roofed  homes  and  sprawling  fields  with  more  livestock  than  people  ——  they’d  been  attacked  by  a  handful  of  darkspawn  who  had  crawled  up  from  a  nearby  derelict  mine.  That  had  been  dealt  with  — easily,  handily,  for  Wardens  with  some  experience  under  their  belts  — but  he’s  been  stubbornly  insisting  on  not  leaving  until  the  worst  of  the  damage  is  dealt  with,  too.  Which,  right  now,  means  fixing  the  fence  while  the  farmers  go  and  try  to  find  the  livestock  that  got  out,  and  the  sun’s  long  down.  

He’s  got  a  few  nails  between  his  teeth  as  he  looks  up,  and  he  has  to  spit  them  out  into  his  hand  to  talk.  He  looks  exhausted,  but  fuck,  he’s  stubborn.  "  That  ’n  order  or  a  suggestion?  "  It’s  a  grunt,  gruff,  and  he  jerks  his  chin  up.  "  I  grew  up  in  a  town  like  this.  Shit  goes  sideways,  whole  place  suffers.  "

[fortunesblade]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° @valahren " sylaise enaste var aravel. lama, ara las mir lath. bellanaris. " the words glide off his tongue beautifully, a swollen vow of eternal devotion. Ren lifts Zah's knuckles to kiss and cherish. never has he felt so much happiness. the wardens draws zahav close to kiss him gently. " ma vhenan. "

It felt bizarre, this. Decorated in his nicest jewelry ( proudly wearing the necklace made from the lovely gem he had been gifted ), garbed in his finest silks, and his hair done up in the cleanest of braids he could manage. And it still didn't feel like enough. Standing before a man he didn't originally see much in besides a handsome face upon their first meeting. Much less a husband. Fate had it's ways with them, bringing them closer and closer, testing them through hardships and disasters. Despite it all the pair held strong and kept loyal to one another. Bringing them out victorious against the odds.

Zahav felt his stomach flipping and his heart fluttering the moment Ren spoke. Words, while still foreign to his ears, threatened to bring tears to his eyes. They had recited these vows nearly every night. Vows that were said to bind them together eternally. But they hadn't misted his golden hues then. Suddenly feeling as though this was his first time ever hearing such words of utter love and devotion.

Sights did not stray away from his lover. Following Ren's every movement as though the warden would just vanish if he allowed himself to look away. Ears twitched with anticipation when lips meet with work worn knuckles. Zahav stepped in closer, eager to close that distance between them. They were no strangers to acts of intimacy. But this was different. Vhenan. Gently the lord of fortune pressed his forehead to his husband's. Hand lifted to press a lingering kiss to his palm.

Warm and golden fingertips traced along his warden's face. Wide smile cracking across rosy dusted cheeks as he leaned in for another kiss. Lingering, deep. A moment he wished to savor against his lips, on his tongue.

"Mer pyaara."

[saccageurs]

@valahren: 🌿 hueheu from [ x ]

THERE IS SOMETHING SO INCREDIBLY heartwarming about the merriness of the cobbled swan at this time of year. everyone is drunk, happy, singing !! the joy is infectious, has him craving another pint of ale, so he hops up from his seat and turns the corner from behind a pillar only to walk into a brick wall. . . hold on, not a brick wall. just a ridiculously hard chest. ‴ sorry ‴ deep blues glance up just slightly, recognising the face. ‴ ah, ren !! ‴ another few inches up does his gaze rise and. . . whats this ?? a hanging plant ?? he chuckles and taps the elf on the arm, pointing one finger skywards. he recognises this one. ‴ look at that !! you know, in orlais this means we have to kiss. ‴ perhaps such is the custom everywhere else too, he isn't sure, but he gives a cheeky wink and puckers his lips at the elder. he's being mischievous, expects tall, dark and handsome to laugh at him and be on his way.

[veilstr1der]

Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

vanilla sunday meme .

he'll usually wait for his partner. feynirin responds best to clear signals or verbal confirmations that his partner is as attracted or enthusiastic as he is with the contact, otherwise he's fairly reserved and cautious about initiating ( any ) kind of contact. it's definitely a learned behaviour, so things might shift depending on who his partner is and what their dynamic is but as a default, he'll wait.

i'll also mention that it's obvious when he wants to initiate heated / sexual contact. pupil's dilate, he can't take his eyes off his partner, needs to hold his own hands or arms because he really wants to touch and grab but won't until he's certain the feeling is reciprocated.

[l2mplanted]

alenko , what just happened ?

@valahren, morbid curiosity.

a power so great and dangerous that it even came to the detriment of its wielder was certainly one to be feared, especially if it was driven by raw emotion because not only would it be unleashed with tremendous force but also in an uncontrolled, reckless manner. all soldiers have it instilled in them to be poised no matter the situation for the sake of rational decision-making, but it was especially crucial for alenko and his ilk to do so given the volatility of biotics. friendly fire could occur if his abilities came from a place of ire, and alas, currently, he was dealing with the aftermath of that scenario: severely wounded allies. indeed, everyone within range had incurred the ferocity of his biotics, not just the hostiles; it was impossible for their to be discrimination when he wasn't even thinking, just acting.

needless to say, his mind was in overdrive as he waited to learn his fate, and though it was a concern to some extent, the consequences he will receive for his conduct was not his main focus. rather, it was the state of his allies. seeing them debilitated was depressing enough as it was, but knowing it was because of him, that he hurt instead of protected them to such an extent that they needed intensive care, made him absolutely sick.

once the warden entered the room, nervous reactions ensued. his eyes widened, a bead of sweat started to trickle down his face, and he winced at the question. even if it wasn't intended to be, it certainly felt like punishment. having to admit to what he did was the worst thing imaginable to him. he didn't want to do it, his body was actively trying to prevent him with his throat and chest tightening, but he had to remind himself that his suffering was nowhere near comparable to the suffering of his allies. therefore, he must bear it.

alenko tried his best to muster up the strength to show formality whilst addressing his superior, to be well-spoken, articulate and have a straight posture, even though he was mentally, emotionally and physically drained, even though he knew that he may no longer be an officer after this conversation. and his best ended up being a shaky, weak voice, trembling hands, and wandering eyes. he was by no means trying to be disrespectful, it was just the intensity of his emotions was suffocating him. though, that probably didn't matter.

❛ i-i was careless, sir. i injured the ones who depended on me and looked to me as their leader, because i let my emotions take control. i'm the reason why they will be missing in action for the foreseeable future. ❜ taking accountability was the very least he could do considering he couldn't change any of the events that have led them all here. it didn't make him feel any better, of course, but it was a show of humanity that many thought human biotics lacked despite their species. he even questioned his own humanity at times.

❛ they deserved better. ❜

[weishaupts]

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating. ( ´∀`)

pls,,,, i’m literally just a little creature,,,,

[jessicamarianasocs]

[fortunesblade]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° @valahren kisses each fingertip, palm, inner wrist. then pulls zahav close to give a little peck on the lips.

Such affections where an oddity. Yes, yes he has been showered in passionate exchanges- a siege 'pon his lips and neck paired with wandering hands that sought to feel his flesh. That was all one thing, this... this was another. The way the warden kissed every finger tip, flesh and gold alike, with such care made his heart pick up in pace. Zahav was near tempted to present his other hand to Ren for the same treatment.

And then lips press to calloused palm. Heat began to settle in his cheeks. A deep flush dusting over his freckled features; down his neck and across the tips of his twitching ears. Then a kiss to his wrist. He knows his lover could likely feel that rapid beat caged within his chest.

Sun kissed hues could do not but stare into the other's gaze whilst he leads him in. Erasing that space between them. Lids felt shut once Ren's lips finally found his own. But the peck that was offered simply wasn't enough for that swell of tenderness that washed over him. So he leaned in for more. Arms snaked around neck and fingers tangle into dark locks of hair. Stealing a kiss that would linger, give him something to taste the moments after, before be broke away. The warmth of skin and coolness of metal brushed over the other elf's cheeks.

"Eugh--" he gently scoffed, pressing his forehead to Ren's, "you're turning me soft."

[saccageurs]

@valahren: 「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress ( intentionally ) in front of receiver. and i oop.

THE QUIRK OF A BROW IS ALL THE warrior offers to begin with, when first ilrien's torso slowly begins to reveal itself to his eyes. there's something incredibly intentional and calculated about the movements were he to simply be undressing it would happen MUCH FASTER. okay, if ren wants to put on a show then caydhen will be more than happy to participate. he rises from his place perched on his seat, sauntering over to the elf and reaching out; calloused hand caressing the smooth hardness of muscles. movements may be confident, but the look on his face and the red tint upon his ears says differently.

[veilstr1der]

the sounds of night thrummed around them, the cool air brushing through the tree leaves in gentle gales, and the light of the moon bathing the world in an celestial silver and white. he needed to sleep, they would be hard pressed tomorrow marching through the dense forest and foilage to make the warden's outpost, yet he was restless. unable to lay still he tossed and turned, adjusted his bedroll, tried to count sheep or lull himself into something akin to a trance by piecing together an elvhen orb in his mind. following the intricate steps to alignment and focusing the resonance into a light hum. it didn't work.

giving up, feynirin propped himself up on one elbow, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness around them. beside him, ilrien made a soft sound of disapproval. feynirin cringed, mouthing a soft apology for disturbing the others slumber but before he could make any efforts to rectify it, ilrien shifted and in the dark appeared as a very large silhouette hovering over him.

a kiss goodnight as promised. (´▽`)

his lips were soft and warm, a burst of heat against the chill air, and feynirin's senses ignited. ilrien smelt like woodsmoke, steel and something else he couldn't place, something like the air after a summer shower. sensation rippled across his skin when ilrien pulled back, the sudden absence of his touch shocking feynirin back to reality.

go to sleep, ilrien said. feynirin nodded slowly, though he knew ilrien couldn't see it. he sunk back against his bedroll and stared up at the night sky above him. he listened to ilrien settle beside him and after several long seconds feynirin huffed a sound of amusement, a quiet laughter slipping past his lips as he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. some kiss goodnight. // @valahren ♡

[endawn]

how do you need to be touched?

gently. you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

tagged by: @weptfreedom

tagging: @valahren , @haereticae , @sunfate

[de11amorte]

it's no question mabari are big beasts with big apetites. so it's no surprise when someone finds her stitching her maw somewhere where she shouldn't. this time, however, she's leaning on a table for leverage, eyeing the string of cured sausage hanging on a hook-

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 crumbling down around them is seldom obtainable. between that, and the constant mental struggle seeking some form of normalcy in his thoughts, focus always hone in on creation. food prep is his secondary specialty. attracting all manner of beast and man alike. such is the case in this instance.

ears perk to the sounds of wooden surface creaking ever so slightly. rearing his head up and removing lips from his mug, brown irises behold a canine deprived of table manners. his owner must similarly lack proper dining etiquette, lucanis mindfully postulates.

❝ hey.  ❞ a sharp beckon for the mabari's attention, lips pressed together to let out a swift whistle.

❝ get down from the table ! those sausages aren't all for you.  ❞

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⸻ @valahren

[jessicamarianasocs]

Valahren Lavellan : – mage : ?

[fortunesblade]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° @valahren ren washing his face so zahav has a clean seat to ride on.

Zahav lies there, watching his lover from his cot, blissfully unaware of what Ren is doing. "You've just about rubbed your skin raw--- who are you washing your face for? Got a secret lover out there taking you on a night outing... taking me?" He jests with a crinkle of his nose as he chuckled. "Should I be cleaning up too?"

[saccageurs]

@valahren: " do you often get in trouble here? " ren throws the question over his shoulder, just as his armored fist connects with a brawler in the small tavern. the man is knocked cold and crumples to the floor. the warden shakes his hand, turning- he gasps aloud as someone grabs his leg and he falls nearly face first. but it does knock the breath outta him. " sonavu–! " twisting, he kicks the same guy in the face .. and growling, looking up at caydhen. " help me up. "

FISTS ARE FLYING, WEAPONS UNREACHABLE, and caydhen finds himself ducking, dodging, weaving around angered drunkards. he's enjoying himself, quite honestly, grinning and chortling as he quite literally toys with the brawlers. despite being a warrior he's surprisingly nimble.

he grabs a full tankard of ale, smashing it over one guy's head before taking a long chug of it. he only drops it ( to the ground ) when he hears the towering form of ren falling to the ground. unfortunately he has a moment of laughter, but he grabs onto the elf's arm, hauling his ass up onto his feet. ‴ do you NOT ? c'mon, isn't this just the best fun you've had all week ? ‴

[crosaidi]

He  gives  a  little  brief  glance  up  at  the  words,  and  there’s  something  in  him  that  shifts  just  a  little,  and  it’s  in  an  understanding  way.  "  Same  stories  even  on  th’opposite  ends  o’th’world.  "  His  Joining  wasn’t  one  born  of  sworn  revenge,  or  vengeance,  or  any  such  thing.  Oh,  his  village  fell,  but  it  was  towards  the  end  of  the  Fifth  long  after  he’d  already  sworn  — no,  his  was  the  also  all-too-common  tale  of  the  Rites  of  Conscription  consigning  some  prisoners  to  the  Wardens  instead  of  a  cell.  But  he’s  never  held  any  ill  for  it;  in  some  ways,  seems  like  he’s  found  his  place.  "  Starkhaven,  "  he  grunts,  as  a  bit  of  an  allowance.  "  A  village  roundabout  a  good  day’s  ride  on  a  solid  horse  east  of  it.  "  

Would  he  listen  if  it  was  an  order?  Blue  eyes  flicker  up,  up.  "  'course  I  would,  "  answers  he,  but  there’s  a  tug  of  a  wry  smile,  scarcely  there,  that  leaves  the  reality  of  that  in  question.  Still,  he  sits  back  on  his  heels,  looking  towards  the  path  to  the  mines.  They’re  derelict,  fallen  in  and  long-abandoned.  Likely  they  were  the  reason  this  little  village  was  even  established  once  long  ago,  but  were  long  scraped  clean  of  anything  of  value.  

"  Up  top?  Only  a  few.  "  He  grimaces.  "  But  aways  down  ——  "  he  admits,  with  a  jerk  of  his  chin  towards  the  entrance.  "  I  could  still  feel  'em,  far  away.  Not  enough  manpower  t’go  down  after.  "  It  wouldn’t  be  unheard  of  for  a  mine  to  break  through  to  the  Deep  Roads,  or  at  least  run  near  enough  to  some  of  the  outer  tunnels  to  have  some  breakthrough.  "  But  nothin’  so  big  as  a  horde  or  raidin’  party.  "  He  props  the  last  rail  of  the  fence  into  place,  pulling  out  a  nail  to  start  hammering  it  in.  "  Y’want  another  sword  at  hand  t’be  sure,  I’ll  go  with  ye.  "

" so did i. " ren shrugs, hand resting idle on the hilt of his sword. " well, in tirashan with my clan but that was a long time ago. "

sadly, it's a common story for some wardens. your town or village or quaint cottage gets attacked by darkspawn and you, the only survivor, swears vengeance or something similar. glancing down at the other, he doesn't exactly recognize this one. but the taint is clear within his veins. was he always this stubborn before the Joining?

" would you have listened if it was an order? " the senior chuckles, swaying from one foot to another, then adjusts the shield strap across his chest. " i was going to venture into the mine the villagers mentioned. but i wanted to ask you if you found any signs of any .. bigger populace? "