#noure surana

[musingmycelium]

tagged by @zeesqueere to use uquiz and this doll maker for an OC and i, obviously, had to choose noure so!

noure surana they/them if only this red background bled a bit <3

this result is so interesting to me, noure is someone so completely steeped in the moment and in not shutting their eyes to what is truly happening around them that the idea of hallucinating and convulsing is. more than a little at odds with them ngl. they're not running away from anything they're running headlong *towards* and avoiding things is simply not them at all. but! very cool looking flower with their colors so lol

if anyone sees this and wants to do it with your ocs consider yourself tagged!

#noure surana #thanks for the tag!

[m-m-m-myysurana]

Ok funny story, I’m in a server which is doing an event for this years OC kiss week, and theres a sign up sheet for it... in which a third of all characters are Suranas hahahaha

And so, I have entitled this painting the Suranapocalypse.  

#oc kiss week 2022 #ockiss22 #Ah the chaos that bored mages would get up to in the circle #Now to tag all the Suranas lmao #from left to right #Eirian Surana #Tamaris Surana #Wyn Surana #Vergil Surana #Neria Surana #Edric Surana #Noure Surana #Macsen Surana #I love them so much #my art

[october-rosehip]

Noure, who belongs to @apostatetabris whom I painted last year but have now scanned.

Yeah all my art has been on cellphone camera, sorry. I’ll be fixing that in days to come.

#Dragon age #Noure Surana #Watercolor #Rosehiporiginal

[eyeofmud]

Stillness

In the earliest hours of the morning the loudest sounds are often the secret ones. Muffled sounds heard through hands clapped over mouths, the creak of a chair rocking itself cold, a blanket being pulled with a gentle shush around still trembling shoulders. Sounds meant to be lost in the stillness before dawn. 

Almost peaceful, playing pretend with serenity. Noure drags their feet along broken floorboards and avoids the ones they know will give themself away. Draws their blanket tighter around their shoulders, it’s not good to be out in the rain without any cover. Not that clean water ever reaches Darktown. Not unless they conjure it themselves. And even then, the stiffening salt on Noure’s cheeks proves even magic is a long shot down here. 

Wiping at their face with the tattered edges of the blanket Noure heads to the makeshift kitchen, a mangled mess of herbs and alchemy and food. Whatever space they have the clinic invades and Noure has long since made their peace with healing so they simply push aside the bowls of crushed elfroot and distilled foxite on the table and make a space to sit. Folding up, knees to chest to chin, and trying to keep the still ragged sound of their breathing secret. 

They should be used to nightmares by now. 

Details fade but Noure’s chest is hollow, a vast cavern aching with each too fast beat of their heart. Blood on their hands drips down their hazey dream memories and they don’t know who it belongs to. A battle field or a medic tent. Either way the sounds of screams echo distantly in their ears and Noure digs their face further into their knees. Nails pressing into tender skin, as small and secret as possible. 

But not small and secret enough.

Footsteps on the creaky boards give Noure only enough time to raise their head before Anders’ shadow comes into blurry view. Fire lights up the hearth, casting thick shadows over them both. “Can’t sleep?” 

Innocent enough, in the pretense of a peaceful morning. Noure reaches out with a hand grabbing Anders’ too thin wrist and kissing the soft skin inside. It’s the only answer they have to give. Their blanket slips from their shoulders and bunches around them on the table, a memory of warmth no longer needed by the fire. Brittle things, quiet things, a whisper in the dark. 

“How about something warm? It will help you sleep.” Anders doesn’t pull his wrist away and his voice is soft, threadbare around the edges. Nightmares come for them both. Eat away at the emptiness and the longing and the fear inside them. Noure presses another kiss to the inside of Anders’ wrist and drops their boney grip. 

“Please.”

#dragon age #da2 #anders x warden #anders #noure surana #angst

[fleshwerks]

A commission of @apostatetabris‘ Noure Surana.

#my art #noure surana #warden surana #dragon age #finished commissions

[ghostwise]

@apostatetabris noure in some lovely robes! their eyes are so pretty, i thought the mint colors would look nice on them <3

#rinnyarts #dragon age #noure surana #apostatetabris #thank u i hope you like <3! #i really enjoyed reading their bio and looking at their pinterest board ??? so cool

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Aeducan

Amell

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Brosca

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Mahariel

@eluvian-touched - Eitan Mahariel - Semi-Selective 

Surana

@bloodlotusmagic - Nedra Surana - Semi-Selective

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Tabris

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Abelas 

Anders

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Iron Bull 

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@trivialsinsrps - Semi-Selective *

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Josephine 

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Leandra

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Maric Theirin

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Sandal

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Ainsley Allban

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 @inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective  * 

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Arlette Moreau 

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Bastet

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Hampus Luck

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Jaques De Calco 

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@crowbound​ - Companion - Mutual Exclusive

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 @ulavellan - Companion - Selective  * 

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@orlesianvirtuoso - Tevinter Human Venatori - NonSelective  * 

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Maleficent Draconis IV 

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 @inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective  * 

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 @thricefools - Companion - Selective/Private  * 

Meris

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 @ulavellan - Companion - Selective  * 

N

Narcissa Bla​ck

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O

P

Paien Lassalle 

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Pride 

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Q

Quin LaTur

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Remio Moretti 

 @thricefools - Companion - Selective/Private  * 

Reyna Le Bail 

 @inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective     * 

Rin

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Rozalia Addario 

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Rufus Trevelyan 

 @inquisitionteam - Inquisition Companion - Semi-Selective  * 

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Sara Lance 

@canariism​ Human Templar - Semi-Selective **

Saramus Aravendas 

@theredconqueror - NonSelective ** 

 Sherbourne Le Guyader 

@inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective  * 

Sigriss Mitheleneil 

@isene​ - Dalish - Selective 

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Talan-ash

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Thomas 

@trivialsinsrps -  Warrior - Selective  * 

Tristan Wulff 

@stars-and-satina -  Noble/Scholar - Semi-Selective  * 

U

V

Valerie An Zara O Bearhold 

@inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective  * 

Valkoinen 

@orlesianvirtuoso - Tevinter Elf - NonSelective  * 

Varian Falaval 

 @orlesianvirtuoso - Ex-Dalish Mage - NonSelective *  

Vivianne 

@ebonyhellebore​ - Dalish Slave - Selective/Mutual * 

W

Wren Fowler 

 @thricefools - Companion - Selective/Private *

X

Y

Z

[musingmycelium]

21C? :)

21- "i'm sorry i can't get up" C - "nighttime"

Forests in southern Nevarra grow thick enough to blot out the sky, trees with sweetly scented needles and trunks wider around than Noure though it isn't like the last of that is hard to be right now. A wraith flickering under the moonlight. White hands dragging on knobby knees made of bark leaving dark trails behind. Perhaps even the sweetness of cypress needles in the breeze isn't going to cover the sharp smell of blood.

Wet earth grips the bottoms of their feet viciously, selfishly, unwilling to let them go. Like Noure this time in how it clings to skin and chills to the bone.

Defining oneself in opposition and similarity. Noure looks up towards the moon and raises a hand, pale skin and thin bones and red blood and silver moonlight and deep dark sky. Figures they would find themself in a cemetery when they're dying.

They've used the last of their mana to get this far and it's running out fast. Bleeding out of them through the open wound of their chest. Sinking to the base of a cypress tree Noure drapes themself over a root with as much dignity as they can manage. Even with more blood on the earth than in their body Noure can muster energy for the drama of it all. Why go out with a whimper if you must go out at all.

Noure's fingers glow but their magic is dying too. Pain closing in around their vision to turn the corners rust red and run their breathing ragged. The cypress supports them upright but just barely. Just enough.

It wouldn't do to greet a friend lying down.

A new glow in the cemetery, conjured not by the moon nor by Noure. A true ghost walking through the trees. A voice carrying like needles shifting in the wind. "Why is it every time I see you it is because you have brought trouble with you."

It isn't really a question and Noure huffs a laugh, and when they reply their own voice is weaker than the apparitions. "Good to see you too Valor. I'm sorry, it appears I can't get up." They struggle to breathe now, the words taking too much out of them too quickly.

"I can see that." Valor reaches out and strokes their arm, less real than a breeze but it leaves the hair on Noure's skin standing up. Like a friendly stike of lightning Valor is, so unlike the way Noure burns. "Did you come here for aide or peace?"

Well if Valor is blunt and stinging too then there at least Noure can say they're alike. "I think it's too late for help now." Too late for many things, maybe too late from the beginning.

Valor's hand sinks through Noure's skin and instead of a breeze it's a storm. "Not necessarily but it will be soon."

Pain doesn't just filter through their thoughts it stops them from thinking entirely. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you have a choice, to accept my aide or accept the peace of death." Valor says it simply, maybe it is. Their presence rests under Noure's skin and warms them from the inside out. Keeping the chill of the earth at bay.

Once Noure would have said no without thinking about it. There was a time saying yes would have been too easy. Now though..

Sweet cypress fills their nose, mud hardens on their soles, blood drips slowly and weakly down their chest.

Noure uses everything to lift their hand and grip Valor's arm in return. "I accept."

prompt list

#dragon age #dao #noure surana #my writing #interesting interesting #this took so long bc i couldn't decide who to write for LMAO but then i Wondered #and noure time is always a fun time #well for me at least lololololol #also i know i read more'd it but it isn't That long #i just don't like long posts on my dash LKJLKJLKJ so if its more than like 300 words i cut it

[musingmycelium]

29 or 30!!!

ohhh these are both very good though........ awooga 29. sweat / 30. harsh whisper

Sweat stings in the cracked corners of their mouth. Noure licks their lips and the metallic tang of blood hits their tongue. Enough, let it be enough.

Four silver crescent scars on the palm of their hands meet the warm earth of a recent cremation. Once, a long time ago, their blood rent the earth here from those scars with a power that should have frightened them back then. Now it scatters to the ground weakly from their lips. Their power doesn't frighten them now, it binds them together all the rough edges and missing pieces, it holds them upright and proud and strong.

What frightens them is the thought it won't be enough.

Maybe it was never enough.

Salt from blood, from sweat, from tears, it hits the dark ashy earth all the same and Noure calls to it in a harsh whisper. Jagged words clear only because they're spoken a hair's breadth from the soil. A plea or perhaps a practice of absolution.

What rises isn't what they wanted -how could it be, what could have been enough- the eerie cold glow of shadows and raw magic pulse green and grey where Noure dares their glance. White hair framing the soil, a spirit's bare feet outlined in the ash.

If Noure breaks then it isn't because their power was too much for them. Not because the dead are gone and only shades can take their place. Not because the earth is still warm with the fire that carried the flesh and blood of their beloved into the heavens where they cannot follow.

Not even because Noure isn't enough now and hadn't been enough then.

No, no if they break at all it is because there is no going back. What else is left to do when the earth is salted with everything left inside and even the most desperate of prayers can't be answered. Will a hollow thing break when it finally hits solid ground or was it broken from the drop, so high in the air so perfectly whole.

Blood mixes with tears and the whispers turn to coarse shouts. To soundless sobs.

#hi maia i know you probably thought this would be nice nice :smirk: but i simply couldn't decide who would be best for that tonight andthen #And Then #noure decided to be very dramatic inside my head so here they are being. That Bitch once again #>:3 #tw blood #i think thats been asked for before #noure surana #my writing

[musingmycelium]

In The Gardens

for @zeesqueere <3

Bright sunlight fades from Noure’s sensitive eyes as they walk inside the jewelers' well polished shop. Gleaming white marble inlaid in a deep red sandstone lights the interior with reflection off the sun alone, complex archways in the ceiling catching the rays and scattering them, even if it gives everything a slight glare from the shine. A short equally well polished countertop comes up to Noure’s waist to display works of finely wrought beauty; a delicate silver bracelet with obsidian woven between the metallic threads, heavy lapis earrings and their matching necklace of gold, a pendant with several glowing glyphs inscribed around the edges connecting to a central rune. Dwarven make, all of them even with their distinctly Nevarran designs, all of them precious not just for their beauty but for their lyrium infused inscriptions.

This shop in particular had one of the best runeworkers on the surface and was well aware of it judging by her prices. Walking over to the workspace tucked just out of sight in the main hallway Noure rapped thrice in quick succession on the open archway. “I take it my design posed you little problem to have finished it so quickly?”

“With as tightly as you design? No, no, it is an efficient process.” Came the quick reply as a stout dwarven woman didn’t even bother to look up from her work. She hunched over a large magnifying glass with a small red hot pen in her gloved hand, a tester design then with it being inscribed only in a wooden circle. Working quickly she traced the pen along the wood, burning the rune into it and extinguishing the pen with a tap to the rune at its base. “I take it you’re wanting the final make then?” She straightens up off her stool and waves Noure back towards the large main shop, “It’s a fine thing, looks just as pretty as you wanted and just as sharp as you requested.”

[Continue on AO3]

#noure x dia #hi zee i love you #<33333 #my writing #noure surana #dia cadash

[musingmycelium]

oc-tober! spirits with noure

Why does it always have to be dark? It’s as if Viuus thinks the spirits are afraid of the light, or perhaps he just thinks the obscene amount of candles burning purple in the wall scones enhance his chances of securing a client. It won’t. Shaking their head Noure heads down and opens the library doors, keys jingling pleasantly in their hand.

They’ve spent enough time in this library they can navigate it with only the eerie purple light now, the cold marble leeching the heat from their bare feet as Noure makes their way to the back. A quiet study all their own. Scattered books and notes litter the table tucked into the corner and Noure picks up the little box containing their materials, a thin piece of chalk, a thumbtack, and lyrium dust. Sparse but elegant for it. 

Now they just have to clear the space, make room for two instead of one. Noure sighs, while their study often draws quips from Viuus about its rather dispersed nature Noure does actually know where everything is and moving it out of the way is going to ruin that system. They sigh, this is worth it. 

It’s time.

Drawing a sigil on the floor with chalk Noure leaves a trail of white dust on the black and cream swirled floor. It sticks to their fingers and traces cling to their robes, a kiss from a ghost. Simple in design the sigil still took weeks for Noure to finalize and now, with the last stroke before them, Noure wonders if it will work as they hoped. Unfamiliar hesitation settling between their ribs.

Communicating without binding, Just the desire to draw a spirit through the veil without forcing them to stay. And this sigil should allow for it. A conversation between equals. 

Holding their breath Noure completes the sigil and it hums to light, deep blue and brilliant. A beacon in the fade for those nearby but Noure is prepared for demons. They’ve set the sigil so it can be reversed if need be, to propel an unruly spirit or demon back into the fade from whence it came. Watching it crackle to life lifts a weight from Noure’s shoulders. Lets them stand tall in their confidence. 

It works. All of those questions Noure has simmering in their chest come rushing to their tongue but there isn’t anyone to answer them. Not yet.

Patience. If Noure fears demons, what do spirits fear on this side of the veil?

Moments tick by in heartbeats, thudding in their ears and silence falls between them. So long, they’ve waited so long for this anticipation, the kind that grips Noure’s gut and widens their eyes. Who will come through first. Another heartbeat. Ghosts haunting their ribcage and freezing the space between their bones. Clawing their way through Noure’s chest. 

When.

Now. 

Flashes of lyrium blue spark in the dust laid over the sigil crackling like embers in a dying fire. Noure takes in a breath they didn’t realize they’d been holding and all at once the cold anticipation turns hot under their skin. A full body flush of excitement. Dead center in the sigil a ball of light forms transparent in their newness. Free to come and go as it pleases.

Noure watches the spirit in front of them, unnamed and untethered. The light of its ghostly body is the only clear illumination in their study and Noure basks in it. “Who will you be?” They ask curiously, reaching out with a hand.

The spirit doesn’t respond. Not yet. Too young to have form the wisp floats closer to Noure, stopping in the moment before Noure’s fingertips. Viuus didn’t have to teach them this -the heartbeat of silence when the world narrows to just the two of them. One elf and one spirit. Same magic.

And in the moment the wisp comes forward and the soft clear light of their body encapsulates Noure’s open hand everything becomes clear.

“Valor.” Noure breathes out excitedly, “I am glad it is you.”

White shimmering light floats gently away from them, taking shape vaguely like the assumption of form. See-through satin and purple candlelight and blue magic. Valor pulls their essence together until they’re hovering before Noure in a body taller and spindlier than Noure’s own. “I am glad to be.”

Their deep voice doesn’t match the willowy nature of their form but Valor is fluid, shifting in place before Noure’s eyes. There’s a fundamental energy to all spirits once they’ve taken up a mantle, one coloring the world around them and fizzing to life in the air. Almost a scent but more primal. Valor has Noure’s heart racing just from proximity, a reckless kind of abandon they want to hurtle through everything they have planned because they know, they know, it is right to do so.

Deep breaths, reigning themselves back and tethering themselves to their own emotions. Noure can’t hide the excitement humming in their veins and they don’t need to try. “I have questions for you, Valor, and I think you will enjoy me asking.”

#dragon age #dao #noure surana #hm

[musingmycelium]

🌹 🌺 for noure?

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

ohh this is a juicy one for them, and quite parceled up in their history. noure doesn’t feel at home anywhere anymore, not since they were taken to the circle. home is a place they dream about but not one they every think they’re going to find. i do think, tho, nevarra and kirkwall become surrogate homes but only when they’re with certain others does it really feel like it could be home, maybe, one day. dia would feel like home to noure, the closest they’ve had since denerim 

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

definitely a hot drink, they can’t get drunk anymore so they make tea and try to forget about it. it doesn’t often work but noure’s busy enough that a nightmare doesn’t get to be the only thing on their mind for long. if someone else happens to be around noure would probably try to avoid them since a) they don’t want to wake another for something like that and b) another person usually doesn’t help much anyway and noure would’t want them to feel guilty about that

#HO #juicy juicy noure thoughts #noure surana #zeesqueere #thanks for the ask!

[musingmycelium]

tagged by @dickeybbqpit​ <3 to make my ocs in this picrew!

had a BLAST this was so fun :D ellanis, noure, and attie all picrewified

i’ll tag @goblin-deity​ @ma-suranas​ @veridium-bye​ @feeshies​ and anyone else who may want to join in on the fun, no obligations of course

#thanks for the tag! #ellanis tabris #noure surana #attie nehrios #LOVE this picrew

[musingmycelium]

oc kiss week with @zeesqueere‘s dia cadash 😍 

The rain almost looks like rust. Dusty broken patches of sunlight filter through the late afternoon storm and tinge the water a muddy orange in the air, haze falling in blocky street sections. It’s a cleansing thing, rain, washing away the day’s heat in a, well not a gentle caress but a caress nonetheless. Bruising tenderly where the droplets strike. But it’s alright, Noure can weather rough handling. 

Though they don’t need to yet. For the moment they’re still waiting under the tile roofed awning, in the damp space between door and rain. Could be worse, in their experience they’ve seen the weather turn on nothing and a little rain hasn’t hurt anyone. 

“The moment we step outside to leave had to be the one it started raining.” Noure turns around at her voice, pulled from their thoughts at the pout in her voice. Standing just past the threshold, arms beginning to cross across her chest, Dia looks up towards the sky with a twist to her lips. 

Andraste she’s beautiful. Noure takes a step down and back out into the street and instantly the rain pelts their skin and plasters their hair to their scalp. In the dim rusty-colored light Noure can see the tight curls of Dia’s hair beginning to stick to her temples and they’re nearly brought to their knees with the urge to sweep them back into place. “What’s a little rain?” Lips curving up Noure spreads their arms out wide, “But if you don’t want to enjoy it, you don’t have to.” 

Even with the advantage of being higher up Dia doesn’t quite reach eye level with Noure, but she can still look down at them. Noure laughs, filling the alleyway with a noise other than the falling rain, and holds out a hand in Dia’s direction. “Care to join me?”

Hints of a smile, canines against lips. Hazey orange sunlight on cobblestones and outstretched hands. Dia takes Noure’s hand and steps out from under the awning, “I think I’ll feel the rain, if you don’t mind.” 

They’re both drenched, water drips from their hair and off their eyelashes, runs down the back of Noure’s neck to travel in a pair of droplets down their spine. Noure can feel the rain between their teeth as they grin down at Dia and squeeze her fingers between theirs. It’s an easy, familiar kind of touch, one bringing a racing heartbeat and a rush of relief in the same flush under Noure’s skin. 

A raindrop lands on Dia’s cheek. Follows the curve of it and catches at the corner of her mouth for a moment before her tongue swipes it off her lips. Her eyes not once leaving Noure’s. And this time Noure doesn’t fight the urge swelling in their chest. 

Hands still tangled between them Noure leans down and kisses the rain from Dia’s lips. Summer heat on her tongue and the fresh water cool against Noure’s even with Dia’s name whispered from it. It’s a pointless, gentle thing. Noure lifts their joined hands to their heart and Dia’s fingers graze their chest in the same moment she sighs into their kiss. Cleansing rain in the afternoon, kisses on sunlit lips.

#ockiss20 #oc kiss week #dia cadash #noure surana #zee i LOVE them #noure x dia

[eyeofmud]

prompt(s) fill for @zeesqueere 34 “ kissing tears away” + 64 “violet bruised eyes for noure?” 

for @dadrunkwriting

Noure screams. The good kind of scream, alone where no one else can hear, a scream which leaves their throat raw with the force of their own voice. The bad kind of scream, brittle and bloody, a scream which rips a vital piece from their chest and spits it into the air to evaporate with the setting sun. Noure screams on the side of the Sundermount surrounded by flowers and hopes Andraste can hear.

Goosebumps raise up along their arms to match the hair standing up on the back of their neck. This high on the mountainside the air is cold, brisk against Noure’s skin and thin in their lungs. Unable to get enough. 

Or maybe they can’t breathe because they’re too busy crying. Knees pressed into the hard dirt, trembling hands held to their chest, vision blurred by the tears leaking down their cheeks to salt the open wound of their throat. Hiccups in the orange-tinted sunlight. Noure keeps their head up and their back straight but only just. Only just.

For most people, an anniversary is a celebration. 

Two weeks ago, Noure thought this one would be too. 

But their cheeks and the back of their eyes ache now and the wind whips Noure’s loose robes around their too-thin body and there is nothing to celebrate here. Grief is all that remains. It reaches inside their chest and clenches Noure’s worn-out heart with bony fingers and squeezes and squeezes until each beat is agony. Desperate. Disbelieving. Frozen tracks down their cheeks and wind knotted hair. 

Alone on the mountainside, Noure isn’t sure how long they’ve been here. If they wanted, they could close their eyes and look down to see their ash-covered hands and smell the smoke from a crematory fire. They’d cried then too. But not like this. 

Those had been silent tears. Broken tears. 

There isn’t any feeling left in their legs. Sinking further the sunset blooms pink and orange and violent midnight blue and Noure isn’t sure they’ll make it home tonight. Mismatched eyes trained on the horizon, one colorless hand reaching for the sun. Maybe if Noure had tried harder, been faster, this wouldn’t have happened. 

Chilly soil crunches behind them and Noure flinches but doesn’t move to cover their tears or hide the shallow quickness of their breaths. They’re long past being ashamed of emotion. 

“I want him back too.” Ander’s voice is as fragile as Noure feels. Small and tightly held together by fraying threads. 

Noure shakes their head, not brave enough to turn their gaze back to him. “I can’t-” Two words and their voice cracks open breaks into pieces. “I can’t do this anymore.” Ribcage shattered by the hand squeezing their heart to leave their chest nothing more than a beating, bloody mess. 

Cold fingers on their neck gently trail up to cup Noure’s jaw. Quietly Noure meets Ander’s violet bruised eyes and knows he’s looking into the same. Two broken people mourning a third on their anniversary. No words to fill the hollow wind echoing through their chests. Anders kneels by Noure without taking his hand from them and tenderly kisses their tears away.

#dragon age #da2 #anders #anders x surana #surana #noure surana #my writing #dwc

[eyeofmud]

Take Back

“Is this what you want?” Noure’s voice is small in the darkness of late night, or maybe it’s early morning now. Does it matter when there isn’t any light to begin with? Anders kneels on the floor surrounded by intricately detailed notes, notes they took together, looking up as they enter the room. 

It’s been a long time since his eyes have held anything other than weariness. 

“It has to be.” Quiet but not spoken softly. “Before we take it too far.” One hand splayed over a diagram, long fingers pressing into cheap parchment and carefully used ink. 

A single candle burns next to Anders and Noure makes sure it doesn’t burn the edges of their pants standing near it. Sharp shadows fall in the hollow depression of Ander’s cheeks, flickering light highlighting his nose. Noure breathes in the stale air and elfroot, “We’re not the ones who brought things here.”

Anders flicks his gaze away for a moment before turning it back to Noure. “What if we are?”

In their chest Noure’s heart throbs, aches with each beat. Heat rises in their cheeks, their hands, rushes through their body and leaves them shivering. What if they are. Noure shakes their head, they once had families, had lives outside of a fear so deep Noure knows their bones are marked with it. No, no. 

Maybe if they were the only one Noure could forgive. But they’re not, and they never will be. 

“No one is going to give us our freedom, if we want it we have to take it back.” 

The Circle took them first, it took them away and took them apart piece by piece. Not gently, not easily, but permanently. Noure had to rebuild themselves from the ground up, feet digging into free dirt. And they’re going to make sure no one else has to.

Meeting his eyes again, Noure’s own spirit reflected back at them. Counts the lines in Anders’ face and tries to match them to the years he’s lived. But the candlelight obscures everything but the heat in his eyes and Anders doesn’t look away. “Don’t you think that sounds vengeful?”

Oh. Oh. “That’s what you’re worried about? Vengeance?” Both of them rebuilt with the help of another, didn’t they.

“Aren’t you?” Anders’ eyes burn in the candlelight, a furious, virtuous, kind of fire. 

Noure reaches out just to run their fingers through Anders’ hair. Dirty gold glinting red. His skin is almost feverish under their touch and Noure doesn’t look away from the blaze in his dark eyes. 

“I’ve never worried about Justice.” 

Brows furrowing Anders catches Noure’s hand with his own. “Justice has been gone for a long time now.” 

“You think so?” His palm is rough against Noure’s, his fingers thin between theirs. Once they used to think all they needed was this hand in theirs. Now Noure knows they’re both too brittle to be held. Small voices in the dark. But Noure wonders when the last time Anders thought about being brittle. 

Anders nods. “I know it.” He closes his eyes, fingers squeezing. “I can feel it.” 

“You think Vengeance would waste years writing manifesto after manifesto only to get sneers and threats in response? You think Vengeance would mend a little girl’s broken bones when her mother is a templar?” Noure digs their nails into the back of Anders’ hand, into the sensitive skin right below the knuckles. “You think Vengeance would even care to ask, would care about anything other than itself?”

Tendons flex under their fingers, but Noure doesn’t let go. Grips tighter, words harsher. “Vengeance is selfish, mean. I know you, Anders, I’ve lived with you and loved you and you’re not a host of Vengeance. You’re a host of Justice.”

Eyes closing with a whisper, a sigh. But not belief. Not yet.

#dragon age #da2 #anders #surana #surana x anders #noure surana #my writing #hurt/comfort