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A volley of arrows rains down upon the battlefield, and in a moment of desperation Solas pulls Alnira into his arms to shield her. ;))

☾    ALNIRAFENEN was still so unused to the strategies of battle. She was a healer for Mythal's sake, not a fighter! Battle frightened her, but she was getting better. Better, however, was not enough. She was so focused on the mage in front of her, attacking the woman with a frost spell, that she did not notice the volley of arrows sent from farther away until Solas was pulling her into his arms, shielding her from the dangers.

   IT was the sound that stopped her heart. The thud of impact. Her breath rushed out of her. « Solas? » Her voice was quiet at first, cracking on the second syllable, « Solas? » The second time her voice grew louder and more desperate. She needed to see his face, but his arms were still wrapped around her, and she could not move.

   ALNIRA heard the rest of the party form around them, attacking in the distance to the archers who had let loose their arrows. Cassandra's voice yelled commands, but Alnira could not hear her words. The young woman squirmed, wriggling herself until she could finally see Solas’ face. 

   « SOLAS, what did you do? » She asked, cupping his face into her hands. Her eyes grew watery, obscuring her vision. « Why would you do that? » She knew why, though. She was the Inquisitor. Others had put themselves in danger for her before. She hated it. She did not want to be protected at the expense of someone else’s life. 

#(CUE THE WATERWORKS IN 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...) #(also alnira you're a healer get to work girl) #☾⋆❝come over to the window my little darling❞ ➵ asks⋆☽ #☾⋆❝you were famous; your heart was a legend❞ ➵ alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae #☾⋆❝i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin❞ ➵ main verse⋆☽

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senoculae·:

@xfrozendreams· cont. from x

.     His face remains set, focused as he was on the task at hand– brows drawn, lips slightly parted. Though he kept his eyes from wandering and his hands busy at work on Alnira’s little head, the fact of her being in a state of undress isn’t lost on him, and his face bears a soft dusting of pink over his cheeks, nose, and the tips of his pointed ears. The air is warm from mist, and her hair is soft and wet, and he can’t feel any of it. But for the thought that he had seen more of her in these few moments than he ever thought he would. .     “There are spirits devoted to hygiene in the fade,” He murmurs to her. “I have met many of them. Though they are hard to tell from spirits of diligence.” .     Gently he works the cleansing mix of ash, oil, and herbs into her hair. A spirit of diligence would instruct him to gather and bathe each strand of her hair for sake of thoroughness, and he does so to the best of his ability: holding her luminous locks in one hand, he applies the mix and works it until her soft silver color is a dull grey. .     Her face is warm and pink in the soft light, and she looks away from him before he can enjoy the view. He swallows hard.

“It is no trouble at all. You are welcome.” .     Then he picks up a comb and pitcher and continues.

☾   ALNIRAFENEN watched him curiously as his hands worked through her hair. She found herself drawn to the way that his lips were parted. She's always drawn to his lips; always wondering what they feel like. She had to bring herself forcefully from this thought, not wanting to get too caught in some fantasy that she was sure would never happen

  « WHAT is the difference? » She asked, always yearning for more knowledge, « Between a spirit devoted to hygiene and a spirit of diligence? »

  AFTER looking away, Alnira closed her eyes and allowed herself to simply enjoy the way that Solas combs through her hair and the way the warm water feels. She found herself smiling at his comment, a small laugh on her lips as she said, « If you ask Josephine, it is all the trouble in the world. » She's joking... sort of. Josephine was always telling her to keep herself clean and presentable. It was the last one that was the hardest. Alnira always had flowers and twigs in her hair; the hems of her dresses always covered in about an inch of mud and grass stains. She could only imagine the look on Josie's face when she saw her after this. How clean and glorious her hair would surely look.

#☾⋆❝it's time we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again❞ ➵ threads;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆❝they were waiting for me when i thought i just can't go on❞ ➵ closed⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae #☾⋆❝i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin❞ ➵ main verse⋆☽

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senoculae·:

.     He allows his hand to fall from her back, though his palm remains full of the curve of her body through her clothes, imagined as it was. By virtue of a photographic memory does he recreate it in his head: the warmth, the soft texture of cloth, the way she twitched and her breath caught when he held her that way. The conclusion of the manuscript approaches, whereupon his voice gently tapers off and finishes. His hand closes around nothing.

.     The way that they’re so close allows Solas to see Alnira’s eyes in great detail, and he studies them hungrily when she deigns to look at him. He looks down at her through his lashes and gives a low, dark chuckle. Gently he touches her lips with his thumb, as though wiping something away– pretending there’s drool. “Are you so certain?” He teases, and his eyes glitter, belying his joke.

“I do not think the hands of fate could have chosen a better Herald.”

.     He closes the manuscript and folds it back into its original state in the both of his hands. “I do not know how you feel, but personally, I wait eagerly for the finished product of Master Tethras’ book. Though I suppose we shall have to close the breach first.”

☾   SHE was extremely aware of Solas' hand and when it falls from her back. It took everything for her to focus on the ending of the manuscript. She found herself running her tongue over her lips, chewing then once more in the corner. What was wrong with her? Why did she have to have these feelings for Solas? Why did her heart have to flutter like that?

  WHEN Alnira looked up at Solas, she found herself a little surprised that he was already looking down at her. She held his gaze, searching his eyes before she was caught off guard by the way his thumb gently touched her lips. His eyes were glittering and Alnira's cheeks pinked over. « Well, I was. » She said when she could finally find her voice, laughing somewhat weakly as her heart continued to flutter.

  ALNIRAFENEN looked away from when he continues to say that she was a good Herald — that there would be no better. She didn't fully believe it, but she caught herself smiling. It was nice to hear that.

  « I am curious as to what else he writes... » she trailed off before getting hit with an idea, « What if we did little things in front of him, trying to see if he'll write about it or not? We could influence the story! » She wasn't sure what ways they could, but it could be fun. They could be purposefully over dramatic or spin a tale for him. Of course, that did run the problem of such things getting published, but if Varric was already going to publish an overly dramatic retelling of their story, it might as well be fun, right?

#☾⋆❝it's time we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again❞ ➵ threads;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆❝they were waiting for me when i thought i just can't go on❞ ➵ closed⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae #☾⋆❝i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin❞ ➵ main verse⋆☽

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Photo by Mimipic

#(let Alnira run in the woods barefoot!) #☾⋆❝let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie❞ ➵ aesthetics;; alnirafenen⋆☽

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PROMPTS I’D LIKE TO RECEIVE, PART 1.

⤿   headcanon memes; comfort character edition!   tw: death, family, religion.    

send in a symbol and i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!

[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?

[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

[ 😱 ] does your muse have any specific fears? where did those fears come from?

[ 🤝 ] how does your muse approach intimacy? are they hesitant, or do they like it? what types of intimacy do they like and dislike? (ex. physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc.)

[ 👪 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents like? was it always this way?

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

[ 🏆 ] is your muse multitalented? what are their hobbies, and why did they pick up these hobbies? if they don’t have hobbies, why don’t they?

[ 🐱 ] does your muse have pets? did they have pets as a child? how do they feel about animals?

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

[ 🌱 ] what themes are relevant to your muse?

[ 💀 ] has your muse gone through anything traumatic? if so, how has this trauma affected them?

[ 💛 ] how empathetic is your muse? how compassionate are they? is this something people expect from them, or are people surprised when they find out how compassionate or empathetic they actually are?

[ 👗 ] what is your muse’s fashion sense like? are they able to dress the way they want to? what would they wear in an ideal world?

[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?

[ 🤷‍♀️ ] how does your muse approach strangers? how does this compare to how they interact with close friends or lovers?

[ 🎵 ] is there a specific song or songs you associate with your muse? why is that?

[ 💸 ] if your muse had no shortage of money, what would they buy?

[ 🐺 ] does your muse like solitude? do they prefer it to being around others? how easily does your muse get lonely?

[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?

[ 🧸 ] does your muse keep anything sentimental? if so, what do they keep and why?

[ 🙏 ] what does your muse need? this can be something material or something abstract.

[ 📚 ] what books does your muse have on their bookshelf? what books would they like to have? if your muse isn’t an avid reader, is there anything they collect or might like to collect?

[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?

[ 😇 ] what would your muse do if they became a god?

#☾⋆❝hey that's not way to say goodbye❞ ➵ ask memes⋆☽ #(specify muse pls)

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🧼 alnira!!

🧼: to wash my muse’s hair

☾   ALNIRAFENEN felt flushed; whether it be from the warm water or the hands that flowed through her wet hair, she did not know. She sat in the tub in her undergarments — not completely exposed, but in a way she had never quite been before to Solas. This was new territory and it made her nervous, but excited for some reason. 

   « THANK you for your help, » she told him sincerely, tilting her head back slightly so that she could look up at him. She studied his face from below, tracing his jawline and up until she found his eyes, even at this angle. She looked away quickly, her face pinking over. She’d blame the warm water, whether that was true or not.  

#☾⋆❝come over to the window my little darling❞ ➵ asks⋆☽ #☾⋆❝you were famous; your heart was a legend❞ ➵ alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae

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Hair / Head related symbol memes!

Send an emoji:

💇‍♀️: to give my muse a haircut

🪒: to shave my muse’s hair

🧼: to wash my muse’s hair

🎨: to dye my muse’s hair

🤏: to pull my muse’s hair

👸: to braid my muse’s hair

💆‍♂️: to give my muse a head massage

👑: to put a crown on my muse’s head

🌺: to put a flower crown on my muse’s head

🤚: to rub my muse’s head affectionately

💪: to use my short muse’s head as an elbow rest

👉: to twirl my muse’s hair with a finger

Add a “+” for the reverse!

#☾⋆❝hey that's not way to say goodbye❞ ➵ ask memes⋆☽

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Come, Pervane, I’m leaving our favorite to your skillful hands. 

#☾⋆❝her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you❞ ➵ face;; alnirafenen⋆☽

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#☾♡ ❝you go your way; i'll go your way too❞ ➵ solas & alnira ♡☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #☾⋆❝now i've heard there was a secret chord❞ ➵ music;; alnirafenen⋆☽

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senoculae·:

“I try.”

.     It honestly hadn’t occurred to him that keeping it was considerate at all, it was merely a custom that was observed both in his time and in modern day that he had carried on without much thought. He continues to read over her shoulder, though remains admittedly distracted at her nearness, losing his place every now and then when he deigned to think about the errant strands of hair brushing against his chin, and whether a few delicious strands might remain on his shirt after her departure.

.     It would be easy to wind an arm around her. In point of fact he’s certain that she would let him do so, and perhaps he could get away with holding her against himself for a moment or two under the pretext of close friendship and proximity while reading their script. His hand merely twitches on her back. It was a concept for another time, another life. He could never do it, after all. “Perhaps it is not I who am tall, but the rest of you who are short.”

.     He grows more serious at the subject of her unconscious state, however. “Alnirafenen,”  the name in its full form seems to be elongated, as though being savored, “I was certain of your innocence the moment I laid my eyes upon you. It was no mad elvhen woman with whom I shared a cell– it was a pale, dying girl who spoke and drooled in her sleep. I am hardly a hero for closing a few of her cuts.” A heavy pause follows this, and then he continues. “I am glad that girl was you. Very glad. You are a remarkable young woman.”

.     No mushy tail end to his confession. His seriousness hangs in the air like mist for far too long before he punctuates it by picking up where she had left off in the script in his soft, sonorous voice.

☾   ALNIRAFENEN continued to read, occasionally adding little scoffs or laughs here and there at Varric's retelling of events. She had half a mind to have a word with him, but remembered she wasn't even supposed to have read it. She didn't want to give Solas' little prank away, anyway. So she'd keep quiet until she could read it with Varric's knowledge, and then tell him what she thought of it.

  HER breath hitched slightly when she felt Solas' hand twitch, making her even more aware of its presence on her back. She laughed then, pretending that she had not been aware at all, and said in response to him « Oh yes, that must be it! » Then again, she had been described as short on many occasion, especially for an elf.

  ALNIRA blinked, looking up at him with her wide, violet eyes when his voice turned serious. When he continued, she felt her face heat up. At the drooling part, her hand instinctively went up to her mouth. « I do not drool! » She insisted, eyes turning away from him out of embarrassment. Not because of the drooling, but because she had never been good at taking compliments or anything favorable towards her. She wasn't used to them, to say the least. « Well... I'm very glad to have shared a cell with you. If it were not for you, I might not have made it. » She didn't wish to think of what would have happened if Solas wasn't there.

  SHE played with her hair with her free hand as she stared back down at the words on the page, but had trouble making out the words. He had called her remarkable. She didn't feel remarkable, but she liked hearing it from Solas. She liked being recognized by him in that way. « I still think that someone else might have been better chosen, but... I do not shirk my duty. Even if it means the shems think I am their Herald of Andraste. » She shook her head at that thought. She still didn't understand why it couldn't have been an elvhen god who had sent her through the fade rather than Andraste, but she had given up arguing it a long time ago.

#☾⋆❝it's time we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again❞ ➵ threads;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆❝they were waiting for me when i thought i just can't go on❞ ➵ closed⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae #☾⋆❝i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin❞ ➵ main verse⋆☽

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senoculae·:

.     The rest of Solas’ menial machinations proceed as normal, for the most part. He shoves his desk back up against the wall with its accompanying chair, then he rolls his sleeves up and moves toward the humble Fereldan-made bed he’d been resting his weary body upon lo the past few weeks. The ropy sinew of his forearms twitch as he shoves it back into place. “I do drink it from time to time, unfortunately. And as much as I despise tea, it is considered good form in many cultures to keep it in case one has guests.”

.     Solas draws water from the barrel at the corner of the single room and ladles a few scoops into his kettle, before taking it over to the fire. He likes having her here. Her voice is steady as she reads, calming, a nice sound to have as the background to tediously correcting Varric’s mess. When he’s done, he slinks up behind her and looks over her shoulder.

.     Gently he rests his hand at the middle of her back in an ambiguous gesture of friendliness, and leans slightly over her in order to see the manuscript. He can smell her hair from this close, and hear her breathing interspersed with the slight shifting of fingers on parchment. Solas’ eyes scan the pages, reading Varric’s first introduction of him– The tallest and surliest elf he had ever seen in his life, according to the clumsy runic script–with a mild upward curve to his full lips.

.     “I did not realize he was watching when I was caring for you,” He comments amiably. Varric had gone into long detail of Solas’ imprisonment alongside Alnira, with its subsequent medical examinations and a curiously long scene (which he truly did not expect) wherein Pride was washing the unconscious prisoner’s hands and treating her wounds. He hums.

“Although I suppose he too was apprehended by Cassandra. I did not speak much to him while we were incarcerated.”

☾   ALNIRA chewed on the inside of her mouth where her cheek met her lip. He had rolled up his sleeves, and she focused on his hands for a moment before finally commenting on what he said. « Well, that is considerate of you, » she admitted. She wasn't one to keep things that she wasn't fond of around her just for the sake of other people. Perhaps she should take a page out of Solas' book and do something similar. For what, she wasn't sure yet, but just to continue to be kind and considerate for now.

   HER eyes unfocused for a second when Solas' hand rested in the middle of her back. She could feel electricity run up her spine. It took everything for her to not physically react to the touch. Instead, she continued reading. At his introduction, she snickered some. « Well, you are tall, » she laughed again, looking up at him briefly.

   SHE hummed a little. « Thank you, » she said after she listened to him speak of what they were reading; of things in the past. « I was just some random stranger — possibly some mad elvhen woman who blew up the conclave — and yet, you looked after me. You're a kind soul, Solas... even if you are the tallest and surliest elf that Varric has ever seen. » She brought her little speach to a lighter note and a humorous smile. She didn't want to get too mushy on him, but she was indebted to him for all he had done for her. For all he continued to do for her.

#(alnirafenen.exe has stopped working) #(lol) #☾⋆❝it's time we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again❞ ➵ threads;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆❝they were waiting for me when i thought i just can't go on❞ ➵ closed⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae #☾⋆❝i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin❞ ➵ main verse⋆☽

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senoculae·:

“What a trickster he is. It is no wonder that he writes so many into his stories.”

.     The answer to her question lies in several purpling marks on his shins and thighs, the ache of smacking accidentally into the hardwood of the tables and his bedframe. Thanks to Varric his ankles were swollen from banging into furniture, and to some extent he actually was feeling somewhat cross about it. Solas focuses on the connection instead, arm in arm, her hand squeezing– did that mean she liked him?

.     He’s reluctant to let her go, but of course he has to now that they’re inside. It would be strange to hold on, liable to scare her– which is something he did not want to happen. Solas untangles his arm gently from hers and directs her over to where the manuscript was still laying open on his bed. “It is there. If you like, I can put some water on for tea while you read.”

.     He turns to his cabinets and begins the arduous task of pushing them back against the wall. His machinations disturb the vegetables piled there, carrots rolling off the edges and being caught via telekinesis. Solas was to start cooking soon but the concept rolls out of his head, as does everything but enjoying their time out of the public eye, alone together.

.     With magic he arranges his produce around the hardwood board he would use for dicing, and moves on to settle his desk as well.

.     “The descriptions of you are… colorful. You will see soon enough.” He wouldn’t include that he had helped with Varric’s writing, of course. But he was eager to gauge her reaction.

☾     ALNIRAFENEN snickered at Solas' comment. « I suppose you write what you know, yes? » She commented back. A lot of Varric's stories were based in some sort of truth; so although there were embellishments, it had a seed of truth.

    SHE was just as reluctant in being let go of as he was to let her go, but she knew not of his own feelings. Instead of allowing her disappointment in being released, she focused her attention on the manuscript that was lying open on his bed. « Oh yes, tea would sound great, » she paused then, « I am surprised you keep tea here. » She knew he wasn't that big of a fan of the drink, only drinking it when he was in desperate need of it. 

   ALNIRA picked up the book, turning around just in time to see Solas moving the cabinets back against the wall. She got distracted by him for a moment. When she realized this, she cleared her throat some and looked down at the book. « Oh, well that's... encouraging, » Alnira laughed when he spoke of the descriptions of her in the book. She was not sure if she should be afraid or not.    

   « THE sky churned like a rolling sea on a dark and stormy night, centered on a gaping hole that lead to the ass-end of nowhere, » Alnira could not help the snort that she released, « He sure uses colorful language, does he not? Very descriptive, » she laughed before continuing, taking a seat on his bed. « A hole that spit up many things that day: comets, demons... and a whole lot of trouble. »

   ALNIRAFENEN'S eyes roamed upward over the edge of the book to take another glance of Solas. She continued reading, taking glances up at the Solas every now and then. 

#(oop she gettin' distracted by ancient elf man) #☾⋆❝it's time we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again❞ ➵ threads;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆❝they were waiting for me when i thought i just can't go on❞ ➵ closed⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae #☾⋆❝i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin❞ ➵ main verse⋆☽

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senoculae​:

.     He likes her laugh, too. He likes much about her, of course, but that was simply to be expected when confronted with a lovely young creature. He is the hunter and she is his prey, a small spotted faun with frail legs tangled in a bramble, and the wolf that sets upon it hungrily. She is the wailing deer that wants to be eaten, he’s sure of it.

.     Solas links his arm with hers all too eagerly, somewhat charmed by her and her modern lack of decorum, how different it was from his own. In his time, women never initiated such contact unless about to fall. Regardless, he squares his shoulders and draws her imperceptibly nearer to himself as tradition, and presses his elbow slightly into his ribs.

.     “Are you a fan of Master Tethras’ writing?” He asks, grateful that she’s allowing him to lead. Solas pulls her up the icy stone staircase with care not to allow her to slip, and even lifts her over the final step by her arm lest either of them be fooled by what he referred to internally as the trick stair.

.     Having opened the heavy door to his cabin for her, he ushers her into the warmth. His fireplace is still alive with orange coals and the air hangs with the scent of sacred incense. As stated, all of his furniture had been shifted.

.     “As you can see,” Said with a grimace, “Our dwarf friend enjoys his petty torments.”

☾  SHE managed to not think too terribly much about Solas’ arm linking with hers — and how he pulled her closer to him. She did her best to not think about how she could feel the heat of his body seep into hers. Not even thinking, Alnirafenen gently squeezed Solas’ arm as they moved, perhaps in a way to make sure she was actually holding on to him. 

   « I’VE only heard him reading excerpts, but it is usually amusing, » she admitted. She had yet to actually sit down and read through one of his novels, although she did have one of them in her room at the moment. She had noticed Cassandra, hidden in a corner, struggling to read it in the shadows. She had gotten curious and managed to find the book. She was excited to see what was so interesting about it. 

   WHEN Solas opened the door to his cabin, she looked inside at the furniture. « It’s so subtle, » she said in amazement, « if you hadn’t told me, I might not have noticed until I bumped into something. » Not that Alnira had spent that much time in Solas’ cabin. Just the normal, standard amount... she was sure, anyway. 

   ALNIRA bit her lip and looked up at Solas. « How many bruises have you gotten since? » She asked him with genuine curiosity, lighted with amusement. 

#(Alnira would 100% get kidnapped i have no doubt) #☾⋆❝it's time we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again❞ ➵ threads;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆❝they were waiting for me when i thought i just can't go on❞ ➵ closed⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae #☾⋆❝i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin❞ ➵ main verse⋆☽

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Dresses by Nuvonu.

#☾⋆❝i told you when i came i was a stranger❞ ➵ wardrobe;; alnirafenen⋆☽

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Red Riding Hood & Her Big Bad Wolf

>3> I got inspired lol 

@senoculae

#☾⋆❝let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie❞ ➵ aesthetics;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #☾♡ ❝you go your way; i'll go your way too❞ ➵ solas & alnira ♡☽ #☾⋆❝i don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much❞ ➵ moodboards;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆❝like a bird on the wire❞ ➵ edits;; alnirafenen⋆☽

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senoculae·:

.     It’s as though she’s read his mind. And every other plan for his day flits out the window, dissolved in a rippling pool of possibility. Them alone in his place, close enough that her shoulder comes in contact with his collar, her hair touching his neck. A stone forms in his throat. Solas feigns considering the idea as if he hadn’t conceptualized it before she said a single word. He’s a poor actor, and looks far too pleased with her answer.

.     As though he’d known it all along.

.     Solas enjoys her wickedness, the way she seems all too pleased to deceive their friend in good fun. She plays the part of accomplice beautifully, and he has the urge to lean again toward her in a conspiratorial manner, as though she might impart more of her secrets.

.     “I would not have you strain yourself with my furniture. Perhaps you could read while I place everything in its rightful spot.” Nevermind that he mostly wanted to hear her read, but he compromises: “You will read, and then I. And then we can torture Varric afterward.”

☾  ALTHOUGH she wanted to protest that she could handle helping him move his furniture, she didn’t. She contemplated his suggestion for a moment, lips pursed just slightly. « If you’re sure you, then I suppose it’s the least I can do, » she said after a moment, her smiling returning to her face. 

   GIGGLES once more erupted from her throat, and she once more placed her hand in front of her mouth as if to catch them from escaping. « Sounds perfect! He’ll never know what hit him. » She never would either. That the chase was on. That while she wanted to be caught, she’d be let go. That the wolf would leave her one day with the weight of the world once more on her shoulders.

   « SHALL we then? » She asked, offering her arm out for Solas to take. Although she took this first step, she’d let him lead the way to his cabin — even if she could trace the steps in her sleep, never once running into anything.

#(little red riding hood & big bad wolf vibes) #(>3> which I may have made something based off of said vibes) #(oops~ ;)) #☾⋆❝it's time we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again❞ ➵ threads;; alnirafenen⋆☽ #☾⋆❝they were waiting for me when i thought i just can't go on❞ ➵ closed⋆☽ #☾⋆solas⋆☽ #senoculae #☾⋆❝i'm guided by this birthmark on my skin❞ ➵ main verse⋆☽

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Me @ Me — Make more icons! Me back to Me — Sounds like hard work; no thanks! (: Me — D<

#in which i should make more icons #but like effort? #lol #☾⋆❝sincerly l. cohen❞ ➵ ooc⋆☽