#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.

[weishaupts]

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating. ( ´∀`)

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

[endawna]

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: 「 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.

[dryadalismagicae]

@valahren asked: " you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. " for lyrian. :') ( dont worry he makes decent tea. ) MEME: CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.

"...Heavens; it feels rather different to be on this side of care." Taste of herbs and other such alchemical concoctions were not unfamiliar to the healer, the knowing of scents and certain suggestions of bitterness an intimate understanding of his chosen path in life. 'T was a rare occurrence, however, that he needed to take such a heavy dose for himself.

Utter exhaustion had lowered his immunity, long nights and days spent caring for refugees in the cold wearing down his resilience. It was only a matter of time until he fell sick himself - and he had, not running quite the intensive fever and pounding headache that seemed to radiate from behind his eyes. He'd treated it in others before, time and time again, but this was the first he had experienced it for himself in a long while - so long, in fact, that Lyrian couldn't particularly remember.

"Truly, you needn't worry so much. I'm not going to over-exert myself - I know the consequence of doing that only too well." Instead, he makes a point to settle upon a small seat aside a campfire, warming himself through gently. He'd likely try and get some rest, soon, knowing that sleep would aid his healing greatly. He could only hope that naught of issue arose while he did settle down.

"I fear that attempting to sleep may only offer issue, however." As nightmares always haunted and were permanently obscene in their presence.

[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 ♡

[listnrmoved]

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 ﹚

[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.  ❜❜

[de11amorte]

"why don’t you sit, and i’ll pour ( dalish ) tea?"

❝ tea is not my preferred drink.  ❞ he immediately states. although, the offer is not met with complete disregard. before the generous hand rescinds, he remarks;

❝ i will not let it go to waste if you already have some prepared.  ❞ an exception he will make. and thus, claims a seat for himself. adjusting comfortably.

𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⸻ @valahren

[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 ? ‴