#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.

[grtivas]

🏹⠀ ── ⠀ @valahren said : "eat. you haven't touched your food in days."

rook gives the other a quick glance before their gaze returns to the papers sprawled out on the table in front of them. neve had brought up a lead in minrathous recently, and it's one of the things they've been working tirelessly to solve—they owe it to the detective to do all they can for dock town. of course, when they're fixated on getting something done, that can mean they forget very easily to eat properly.

"hm?" rook replies, sparing the other another glance. "i, uh ... thought harding was cooking their potato stew again." a lie. their gaze flickers down to the food ilrien has brought them as they roll their sore shoulders, realising how long they've been hunched over on their chase looking at scraps. "what'd you bring me?"

[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]

[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.

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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

[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: " 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 ? ‴

[listnr]

this is a very lowkey original elder scrolls character with varying fantasy-esque verses. dash only extremely private, sporadic activity. 21+ only. n/u/sfw themes present. 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ﹙ name's arte . thirty-three . they/them . indigenous . audhd ⋆ other blogs: @valdorin . @valahren ﹚

[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 ♡

[banalnas]

@valahren . . . [ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

a  contended  sigh  emits  from  victor  ,     carrying  a  quiet  hum  on  it's  back.     smiling  wide  ,     he  tilts  his  head  sideways  so  ilrien  might  have  better  access  to  where  he's  pressing  kisses  ,     blush  so  deep  and  heart  pounding  so  hard  ,     he  has  to  wonder  if  ilrien  can  feel  it  there  ,     feel  the  heat  radiating  from  victor's  cheeks.     and  when  victor  feels  the  graze  of  teeth  ,     its  with  a  gasp———one  of  delight  ,     the  smallest  noise  audible  within  it.

his  hands  find  ilrien's  hair  ,     combing  through  it  ,     urging  him  closer———ENCOURAGING THIS.           ❛❛  mm   .  .  .   i  remember  tellin'  you  i  don't  bite  ,     and  here  you  are.  ❜❜           a  snicker  just under  his  breath  ,     a  terribly  fiendish  sound.     he's  enjoying  himself  too  much  ,     now.           ❛❛  and  i'm  sure  you  can  bite  harder  than  that  ,     hmm  ?     you  might  have  to  show  me.  ❜❜

[erebius]

@valahren . . . [ irresistible ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips.

faces  draw  closer  ,     only  the  warmth  of  joined  breath  hanging  between  them  ,     and  victor's  heart  jumps———ilrien's  lips  are  near  to  his  own  and  he  is  eager  ,     pressing  forward  to  join  them.     instead  ,     he  finds  himself  leaning  forward  more  ,     and  more   .  .  .   to  ilrien  leaning  back.     nearly  falling  forward  ,     VICTOR LAUGHS  ,     a  mischievous  thing  that  carries  his  words.           ❛❛  hey  !  ❜❜           he  sits  back  again  ,     regarding  ilrien  with  a  mixture  of  curiosity  and  sudden  shyness.    

the  latter  is  betrayed  as  a  hand  reaches  forward  ,     hooking  the  collar  of  the  other's  shirt  ,     and victor shifts  closer———sitting  on  his  knees.           ❛❛  get  back  here.     i  don't  bite———well.     i  won't  start  biting  yet.  ❜❜