#witandcharm

[corpsepetal]

@witandcharm Gives him a kiss gives him a kiss gives him a kiss-

It was all still surreal, this. One day mere rumors whispered across the fade of Elvan gods and festering boils of blight then the next he was in the thick of a war that threatened to break all across Thedas. Putting his masteries and years of studies to use for the sake of bringing forth a better tomorrow. Or at least those first trembling steps towards so. It was an honor to do so. Even with the looming risks that he and his fellow companions where aware of. The venture thus far has proven most fruitful. Seeing new places, familiar faces, and sparking something he believed he'd never have.

So when he was not assisting Rook or the others on their endeavors his time was spent in a number of books. Refreshing himself of the content of pages he's already read hundreds of times before. Taking note of anything that could have proved useful. Speaking with those passed to gather what knowledge they could have withheld whilst they lived. Or looking after dear Manfred. This happened to be one of those evenings. Quiet in the lighthouse beside that hum the professor had grown used too accompanied by the crackle of the burning wood in the fireplace. One would find him busy at his desk if they were to seek him out.

Emmrich hadn't noticed the subtle whine of his door opening. Eyes not averting from the blank pages he carefully filled. At least till that space just behind him was occupied. Peeling his attention up to his unannounced company. Warm smile broke across his slim and aged features the moment his eyes meet Dorian's. "Ah, darling! Had I known you were coming I would have tidied up," he excused the state of his room, instinctively reaching to take a hand in his own as he stood. The elder of the two was met half way as lips met one another in a sweet kiss.

There was no stopping the soft and surprised chuckle that slipped past busied lips. Ring cladded hands absently reaching up to carefully grip at his lover's wrist. Eyes falling closed whilst Dorian's lips showered him in wonderful affections. Each kiss that was graced 'pon his face made the heat in his cheeks rise pleasantly so, the pace of his heart fluttering with passion.

The kiss was broken reluctantly, but the professor feared he might faint if he didn't take a moment to catch his breath. Emmrich drew Dorian in closer. Leaving their bodies pressed flush together as he ran the back of his fingers cross those dangerously handsome features. "I'm delighted you're here, my love. The perfect excuse for me to step away from my duties. Come, I'll prepare us some tea."

[hoboblaidd]

@witandcharm liked for a starter

The unnatural eclipse painted the blighted Minrathous in a sickly red glow that stifled the magical enchantments that upheld the city. Venatori tore through the once bustling streets flanked by demons and darkspawn. The cries of those who could not escape were swallowed by the roar of Lusacan.

With a flash of magic, he tore the ragged door from its hinges and entered the Shadow Dragon forward camp without any ceremony or pretense. Crowded around a makeshift war table, the Dragons startled as the magic dissipated from his eyes. He took quick stock of the roster of Tevinter's only protective force. He vaguely recognized each from his agents' reports on the Tevinter resistance group. Maevaris Tilani, the disgraced magister. Tarquin, the former Templar. The cowled man who fashioned himself the Viper.

And... he looked older, as Varric had. The passage of time swift for all but himself. Grey at his temples, lines about his eyes, and still dressed in a muted regalia denoting his position and particular tastes.

"Dorian," said Solas. He paused the barking of orders he'd intended. Just for a moment. There were so many things left unsaid and nearly ten years of reconciling to unpack, but neither of them had time for that.

"Your forces are spread too thin," he said instead, directing all his focus on Dorian alone. The others were insignificant, and their responses were not assured. But he knew Dorian to be a good, if misguided man who cared about his home. That was something he could work with. "They must refocus their efforts on the center of the blight. We will never push through if we cannot advance our line. Your people in the city - " he sighed, looking away from Dorian for a brief moment. "They are lost. Tens of thousands more will die if we do not stop Elgar'nan and his archdemon. The dragon I can slay, but not unless we get closer.

“Please Dorian," he said, the plea as genuine as he could be. "Allow me to help you stop this."

[embracedestiny]

@witandcharm​​ sent: He runs his fingers through his messy locks, the other hand resting atop his broad shoulder as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Strange, how despite all your time running about in the woods alongside the Inquisitor, you still manage to look so... handsome. In an rugged and unwashed way." It was a gift to have him return in one piece, which is why he didn't hesitate to lean in, lips meeting his own in a kiss that felt all too brief. "Shall we get you cleaned up? In private- preferably..."

Among all the things Hawke expected to find with the Inquisition when he followed Varric’s call, a reason to survive this new blight as sweet and enticing as Dorian Pavus was not one of them. It’s been a while since he had such motivation to return home in one piece and while he stands there, the gentle caress of fingers in his hair and a loving gaze on him, he acknowledges that for the first time in years life feels finally like more than just surviving again.

“Do you mean to say you don’t like my new perfume? Freshly ground demon with a hint of deepstalker. At least I hope that’s what’s dripping down my neck,” Hawke offers with his usual level of seriousness. The kiss he’s given is decidedly too short and he chases it for a moment, but Dorian is out of reach too quickly.

“If the offer of a private bath with you is your way of training me to come back spick and span-- it’s working splendidly, don’t let any future grime dissuade you from this tactic.”

[thanflowers]

↪ memes / accepting!

@witandcharm said: ❛ the gods love to fuck with us. ❜

        elspeth huffs a humorless laugh, hands planted on her hips, shaking her head a bit. “it's always something with them, isn't it?” head cants to the side. “always the end of the world, one way or another.” 

[circlefled]

witandcharm asked: ‘ i’d like to stay like this for awhile. ’

" Like what? Warm? Comfortable? Unblighted? Anonymous? "

A pause, and after what seems like careful consideration Maxwell pulls the bookmark in place and reluctantly closes the leather bound tome, settling it atop his chest rather than returning it to the mostly untouched stack of books beside him.

" Together? Like the earlier days of Skyhold when information would trickle in slowly and we had the time to think about what we wanted to do. "

[animerhythm]

Take a quick look at the iconic Joseph Joestar from Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure). Feast your eyes on his wit, strength, and undeniable charm!

[myastronastrologyhelps]

Gemini Horoscope Love Compatibility!

Gemini love: A whirlwind of wit and charm! 💫💘 Exploring the cosmos of compatibility with these zodiac signs.

[reavers]

❝ be a shame to live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if ’ - am i right? ❞ & @witandcharm .

what if would mean keeping his role , the loyalty to qun ingrained so deep that the principles of blind loyalty tainted every corner of a once free - thinking mind . " the ' what if ' barely matters now . I had to make a choice —— and i made a choice . . . now i have to live with the consequences . that's it . " despite the harsh tone , there was a silent note of gratitude , the spark in his healthy eye softened as if to say you're right . you're right and it's really stupid to worry , but duty and rage is all this heart knows . the qunari's gaze lingered on dorian ; the irony of it all , a qunari befriending a tevinter mage . bull downed the last sip of his brandy , a particularly nasty mixture of bitter berries , turf and an aftertaste of smoke . a mental note was made : ' don't rely on the barkeeper's recommendation . at least not in skyhold. or most taverns in ferelden. '

" the local assortment of liquors is nowhere near your standards , " large hand toyed with the empty glass , yearning for the liquor that would warm his belly and cause a divertion big enough to distract the swarm of guilt fuelled thoughts . " the next round's on me . try the ferelden elderberry red . . . it might surprise . break that pattern of superficial snob shit you vints associate with wine . . . if you decide to stay , that is . "

[corpsepetal]

Decades had come and go, students and aspiring young scholars passing in and you of his life, but he could still point out young Dorian Pavus amongst a crowed. He'd seemed like such a troubled young man back then. There was a blatant act of arrogance and lack of respect to those passed when he handled the dead, but Emmrich knew better than to allow the younger man to be defined by that alone. Dorian had potential, an art and talent. If only back then he could have seen it as he seemed too now.

Green hues wandered towards comfortable nook in the shop as he and his companions passed. Emmrich could almost feel that familiar presence just on the opposite side of the wall. Fate was an odd thing. Of all the ways their paths could have crossed once more--- it was at the looming threat of a blighted end years later. If only they were given the time... It would be a joy to properly speak with Dorian again.

Familiar voice reeled attention back. Sights landing upon the other's finely aged features. "Magister Pavus." Greeted in a similarly formal manner, "Always a pleasure to see you, no matter how brief these days."

Lips parted at his fellow scholar's charming choice of words. At a loss of his own as the edges of defined cheeks threatened to ripen. "Your flattery never falters does it?" He jested with a small curl at the corner of his lips, age expressed in the fine lines along his kept features. "Ah, indeed. I thought myself busy in the Necropolis between teaching my students and partaking in expeditions. Though, I don't regret my decision. I am finally getting to see such places I had only ever read about." A pause, "And seeing familiar faces."

Emmrich gave Dorian's offer a moment's thought. A glance spared to his companions. They were merely on their way back to the Lighthouse. Having finished the matter of business that brought them to Dock Town in the first place. He turned back with a warm smile, "Time would be made for you. I would be delighted to share your company, Dorian. However long you'll have me."

             @corpsepetal asked: well, isn't this a sight?

             His voice was like a taste of nostalgia, much like one might catch an old familiar scent, taking them back to another place, another time in their life they’d not dwelled on for many years. Strange, how his tone alone could stir his very heart, make quicker pace of its beating. Like all at once he was a student again, young and flippant, forced for a term to take up studies in the Necropolis- knowing it was not to last. How different things might have been back then, were your father not so keen on controlling everything- maybe in another life, you might have found a mentor in him- only wishful thinking, as so many plans were from his youth. 

             The man had no idea what impact he made on him, all those years ago. To continue to study the art, long after he left those dank, decrepit halls of the dead. Now here they were, face to face, and all he could do was laugh.

             “Professor Volkarin,”  He’d seen him pass by at least a dozen times prior, following tail of the one they called Rook. The leader, making it up as they went along- like a mirror reflection of the Inquisitor long ago. Why he couldn’t help but find it all endearing, knowing how this story would go. Yet it was surprising to see him anywhere but in the lighting of that old, dusty place. He was younger then- but still he looked good, all things considered- like time was on his side, death treating him kindly after all the years they’d been apart.

             “You’re looking as stunning as always, I take it Rook has kept you more than busy, yes? Difficult not to be on your toes as you wander the city- just as likely to bump into Venatori at the street market as you would an old friend. I digress-” He’d been playing around the thought for a while, ever since they’d reunited. Lingering, in the back of his mind, the thought of him persistent in the days that would pass. Life is too short to live with regrets- no harm in asking, worst case scenario, he would say no, then be on his way. 

             “We’ve not had time to properly catch up, these small passing comments don’t suffice in my opinion. Would you stay a while? Share a glass of wine or two- if you’ve time for me, that is.” 

[pentaghest]

@witandcharm sent ❝ you know what your problem is? you have no idea how to relax. ❞  

THE SEEKER WHIPPED AROUND QUICKLY AMONG THE BOOKS IN THE LIBRARY. A single gloved hand slammed the one she was holding down onto the table—some history recounting of the Chantry and all of its branches.

"Your presence is not exactly the most relaxing thing, Dorian," the Seeker retorted just as fast as the mage had spoken. She rounded the table, pushing the book away from her. "And considering the circumstances, please forgive that I am not in a sociable mood. Shall we go host a party perhaps? Or drink until the sun rises, forget about the precarious state of the world?"

[assectations]

MUSE BODY LANGUAGE .

BOLD  WHAT  YOU  APPLY  TO  YOUR  MUSE.  REPOST,  DO  NOT  REBLOG!

DEFENSIVENESS.   arms  crossed  on  chest /   crossing  legs  /   fist-like  gestures /  pointing  index  finger   /   karate  chops   /   stiffening  of  shoulders  /   tense  posture  /  curling  of  lip   /   baring  of  teeth

REFLECTIVE.  hand  to  face  gestures  /   head  tilted  /   stroking chin  /  peering  over   glasses  /   taking  glasses off —  cleaning   /   putting  earpiece  of  glasses in  mouth   /   pipe smoker  gestures  /   putting  hand  to  the bridge  of  nose   /   pursed  lips  / knitted  brows

SUSPICION.   arms  crossed /   sideways  glance  /   touching  or  rubbing  nose  /   rubbing  eyes   /  hands  resting  on  weapon  /   brows  rising   /   lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line /   strict  unwavering  eye  contact  /   wrinkling  of  nose

OPENNESS  +  COOPERATION. open  hands   /   upper  body  in  sprinters  position   /   sitting  on the  edge  of  a  chair  /   hand-to-face gestures   /   unbuttoned  coat   / tilted  head  /   slacked  shoulders  /   droopy  posture   /   feet  pointed  outward  /   palms  flat  and  facing  outward

CONFIDENCE. hands  behind  back   /   hands  on  lapels  of  coat   /   steepled  hands  /  baring  teeth  in  a  grin   /   rolling  shoulders   /   tipping head  back  but  maintaining  eye  contact /   chest  puffed  up  /  shoulders  back   /   arms  folded  just  above  navel

INSECURITY  +  ANXIETY. chewing  pen  or  pencil  /   rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb   /   biting  fingernails   /  hands  in  pockets  /   elbow  bent   /   closed  gestures   /   clearing  throat   /   “ whew ”  sound   /   picking  or  pinching  flesh   /   fidgeting  in chair  /   hand  covering  mouth  whilst speaking   /  poor  eye contact   /  tugging  pants or clothes   /   jingling  money  in pockets   /   tugging  at  ear  /   perspiring  hands   /   playing with  hair   /   swaying   /   playing  with pointer   /   marker   /   smacking lips   /  sighing  /  rocking  on  balls  of  feet   /  flexing  fingers  sporadically

FRUSTRATION.  short  breaths   /   “ tsk ”  sounds  /   tightly  clenched  hands   /  fist-like  gestures   /  pointing index  finger   /   running  hand  through  hair  / rubbing  back  of  neck  /   snarling  /   revealing  teeth  /  grimacing   /   sharp-eyed  glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows  /   shoulders back,  head  up   -   defensive  posturing   /   clenching  of  jaw   /   grinding  of  teeth   /   nostrils  flaring   /   heavy  exhales tagged by: @merathous tagging: @witandcharm , @fatewoven , @winterfromtevinter , @turlums , @crowspoise & @weishaupts.

[battlesworn]

@witandcharm​  /  vhenan  said  :    holds his face and gives him a smooch <3

he  accepted  the  touch  greedily,  back  bowed  as  a  plant  toward  sunlight.     hard  features  melted  for  those  fingertips  with  ease,  as  did  the  taut  line  of  his  mouth  soften  and  part  for  his  love.   other  inquisition soldiers  bustled  about  them,  back  from  another  excursion,  but  their  well  meant  teasing  went  unnoticed.

‘   surely  you  didn’t  miss  little  ol’  me  !   ’     his  own  teasing  came  paired  with  a  grin  that  crinkled  the  burgeoning  crow’s  feet  about  his  eyes.     ‘   i  seem  to  recall  that  i  was  a   -   what  was  it  you  said   ...   a  reckless  fool,  before  i  left  ?   ’

strong  arms  wound  ‘round  the  other’s  waist  as  he  picked  dorian  from  the ground  and  stole  another  kiss  for  good  measure.     ‘   well,  here  i  return,  ma  vhenan.   all  limbs  in  tact  !   ’

[fadewalking]

"Adore me."

Send “Adore me” for my muse to describe yours sensually. // Selectively Accepting─ @witandcharm

In earnest, Solas had come up to the library in search of a book that would shed a little more light onto the how various magicks interacted with the veil. Though when he was done picking out all the books that could possibly contain something useful, it was clear that it was a task too big to accomplish alone. 

Thankfully, he didn’t even need to ask. Once Dorian saw the load of books Solas was picking out, he quickly offered to lend a hand with the arduous task of combing through them, and Solas was not so foolish as to turn him down. With books sprawled out into an organized mess on the floor, hours passed with the two of them pressed into multiple books at once. It honestly came as a surprise to Solas when he noticed that he was no longer actually reading the words on the page and instead found himself staring at Dorian out from behind his book. 

Dorian was an attractive man. There was no getting around that. Insofar as aesthetics, putting aside anything else that made a person alluring, it was not subjective taste but objective fact. And thus Solas took no shame in noticing him. Of course, it still wouldn’t be anything he would ever dare to speak out loud, lest anyone start to think he was wholly attracted to him. But, in the privacy of his own mind, he allowed himself the observation.

Elegantly disheveled hair that seemed soft as silk, and styled in that feathered, layered, undercut.  Solas had berated him before for how much effort he put into his appearance, but in this moment, he admired such attention to detail. Strong, focused eyebrows accentuated his piercing eyes. What color were they, exactly? He narrowed his gaze in focus but couldn’t tell from the distance. If only he could get closer, just to know... Moving on, his eyes passed over his handsome, angled jawline and distinguished nose. He looked almost like a marble statue, flawless, except for that one mark upon his right cheekbone that seemed almost intentionally placed. The mustache, Solas thought, was a step too far; Dorian’s taste for the over dramatic literally worn on his face, but all the same it was a statement Solas was keen on reading. Inevitably his eyes fell to Dorian’s full and no doubt practiced lips. He lingered there for a beat too long, not daring to think more on them but being trapped there all the same. 

Eventually he pulled his eyes away and back to the book in front of him. He wouldn’t keep the inspection going down the rest of Dorian’s body. That would be improper. Though he now returned to reading the words on the page, he allowed himself to steal another glance at Dorian’s features at every paragraph end. 

[kaaras-adaar-a]

👄 + dorian!

‘👄 + CHARACTER NAME’ AND MY MUSE WILL SAY IF THEY FIND THEM ATTRACTIVE.

The Inquisitor laughed. “Is he standing behind a bookshelf in ear shot? I don’t think Dorian needs to hear it from me that he’s as handsome as he is devlish. Positively so.” 

[hornedchief]

@witandcharm​ asked: Fingers splay across the expanse of his chest, struggling to find the words to say to make him stay. Yet he knew time was limited, for soon he'd take to mounting his horse and taking off for a Maker only knew how long. The time would surely break his heart, evident in the tears that he fought so strongly to choke back. "Do make it back to me in one piece, will you? If I find out in a report back that you hurt yourself when I'm not there to watch over you I'll- I'll kill you myself. Bull.. I.."

      The room was quiet - a moment of peace before they had to part. Before they had to pretend they didn’t know one another, that he was just a Qunari mercenary and Dorian a magistrate. His body was completely still and expression soft, hands drifting in lazy strokes through the mage’s longer hair. Every stolen meeting together was one he committed to memory and clung to, even as resentful as they made him feel. They were precious. They were finite. They were . . . frankly bullshit in the cruelest way. 

      “ Oh yeah? Gonna use your spooky magic to bring me back to life only to kill me again? ” he drawled, chest rumbling as he schooled his own rising distress with teasing and affection. Arms tightening around the mage, he rolled over until he loomed just above Dorian and stared down at him. “ Seems a waste. I heard when you bring people back from the dead they serve you for all eternity -- sounds a lot more fun than second death, ” Bull murmured, leaning down to ghost his lips over Dorian’s own before tucking in close. Hugging the man incrementally tighter and tighter still. 

      “ . . . I’ll always return to you, Kadan. My heart. Not even a horde of dragons could keep me from you -- though apparently political appearances are a different beast all together, ” the resentment is firm in his voice as his nose wrinkles, a softly uttered curse in Qunlat leaving him as his hand unseen clenched into a tight fist. Bastards. “ It’s only a matter of time until you make way or my patience runs out. But no matter what, I’ll come back. Just like you will too -- no courtier bullshit or me finding out you’ve been poisoned. Promise me. ”

[lionsvow]

desolation     hangs     heavy     in     the     sheltered     atmosphere.     a   sting   of     isolation     mingles   with   the   very   idea   of   being   surrounded   by   nothingness   as   the   seconds   tick   on     / /     knowing   all   too   well   what   the   sun   rising   would   mean   tomorrow.     (    worry    would    strike    a    cord    in    his    heart    and    remain    a    tune    for    possible    months    to    come.     his    nightmares    to    play   tricks    !     reveal    to    him    what    he    was    afraid    of    most    of    all                    LOSING    HIM    !    the    one    that    lingers    in    his    thoughts    even    when    not    present.     he    had    that    effect    on    people    though    ...    )

he   almost   expected   not   to   see   him    ,    perhaps   too     distracted     by   the   idea   of   the   long   journey   ahead    ,    or   getting   some   well   deserved   rest   before   the   venture   out.     the   commander   was   busy   gazing   over   paperwork   that   could   barely   hold   his   attention    ,    his   mind   somewhere   else   in   this   particular   moment.     it    was   often   that   he   was   caught   thinking   of   the   mage               once   a   sworn   off   enemy                now   someone   he   couldn’t   imagine   a   life   without.     a   man   written   with   sorrows   kept   lock   and   key   while   keeping��  a   steady   head   held   high   above   those   he   surrounds    ...    a   valiant   effort    ,    BUT     ONE     CULLEN     COULD     SEE     RIGHT     THROUGH.     maybe   that   is   why   he     admired     him   so   much.     saw   past   his   flaws   and   underneath   the   pain    ,    to   love   him   for   who   he   was   now. 

the   sound   of   hinges   struggling   under   the   pressure   of   being   opened   cause   him   to   crawl   away   from   his   thoughts    ,    drawn     to   the   one   now   entering   his   chambers.     he   half   expected   one   of   his   scouts   to   be   the   culprit   of   disruption     ;;     SURPRISED     to   see   dorian   standing   before   him.     he   almost   can’t   help   a   smile   from   arriving   against   his   features    ,    happy   to   see   the   mage     more     than     he     was     willing     to     admit.

“    it’s    late    ...    “     he   comments   on   the   obvious    ,    leaning   back   in   his   chair   as   he   let   out   a   soft   sigh.     his   attempts   to   show   nothing   was   on   his   mind     failing     miserably.    “    you    should    be    getting    your    rest    ,    you    wouldn’t    want    to    be    exhausted    for    the    road    ahead   tomorrow.    “

@witandcharm                something     you     didn’t     ask     for    . !