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snippet from my male trevelyan/cullen rutherford angsty longfic:
Chris used to find pride in watching his own magic flame dance in his fireplace. Watching it cast its shadows against his wall, as the sun sets and the wind gets bitter—he could close his windows, draw the curtains in, and curl up on his chair with a book and warm tea that Cullen made, just for him.
Staring into it now, at the unnatural red glow and the flecks of magic that spark off it… he hates it. There’s no pride, there’s no warmth, no safety… no tea. The fire is angry and hot and yet, every time Chris looks into it, he feels as though he’s been doused in cold water. Like he’s fallen through the cracks in the ice.
Cole taps the bottoms of his barefoot heels on the wooden beam supporting Chris’s bed. The repetition is… familiar, and just knowing that he’s not alone in this wide, empty room, is enough. So when the tapping stops, he turns to look, and finds Cole’s eyes fixated on the dark mountaintops outside the windows, with the same distant glaze that he gets when he’s listening and learning.
“Who is it?” Chris asks instinctively. He can’t decipher Cole’s musings most times but Cole likes to talk and gets big, wide eyes when anyone earnestly listens.
Cole opens and shuts his mouth a few times in quick succession. Then, he looks at Chris.
“Heart stops as he says the words. Need him to laugh, but it never comes. Metal hilt burns in my palm like the fire in the hold. Maker, forgive me, I don’t know how to breathe.”
Chris clutches his marked hand in a tight fist. The chain around his neck feels suddenly suffocating. “Please stop, Cole,” he says.
“Stop talking so I can think, stay away, where’s the door? I hate you, I’m sorry, I can’t trust you, why didn’t you tell me? Maker, save me.” Cole shakes his head, as though trying to shake out the thoughts. “Tears in his eyes. This is my fault. Why didn’t you trust me? Why can’t I trust me?” He pauses. Hesitates, then in a low growl; “I should kill him.”
Chris runs his hand over the scab on his throat.
“You tricked me,” Cole says. It doesn’t feel like Cole. “You betrayed me, I loved—”
The rest of the sentence dies on his tongue, and they fall back into silence.
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elvyn · 8 months
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ladyofc · 1 year
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willeminaa · 3 months
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Beware the forms of Fen'Harel
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The Dread Wolf rises
Solas Dragon Age
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julsera · 1 year
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Thus I freed the elven people and,
in so doing,
destroyed their world.
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apostatehobolife · 3 months
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O sweet Mythal. Sir, might I suggest you find a nice sunny spot to stand in? Uh, or a wooden stake to hold, perhaps?
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Did you see something?............
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larkoneironaut · 5 months
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•Beyond the Eluvian•
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nagarashi · 6 days
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I need more Dragon Age in my life... and Solavellan💔
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starryfawnart · 8 months
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Sketching on my favorite elf
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bookseffect · 8 months
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And one more thing, can you imagine the hilarity that is Varric having to watch Hawke fall in love with Fenris/Anders and then watching Lavellan fall in love with Solas?
After mr. "What has magic touched that it did not spoil?" and mr. Blow up a chantry for the mages he thinks that this time his friend might just be in safe hands. It's Chuckes! He hates tea and wears comfortable clothes and yeah, he is a bit weirdly fixated on the history of ye good ol' empires (like who in Andraste's tits asks a surface dwarf about the fall of the dwarven empire, seriously now) but he is polite enough and intelligent. And then he starts pulling shit like "for all the dalish got wrong, they got one thing right, they made you" and starts teaching Sera how to fight guerilla wars and poor Varric thinks to himself "well, shit, here we go again".
And the funniest part is that no matter what Varric may have expected, Solas did so much more.
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elvhendis · 10 months
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In plain sight
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elvyn · 1 year
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Cursed by the Past
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sad-orlesian · 10 months
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The Dread Wolf, really mad that this dalish woman is making his little heart go boom boom, and the same woman, unable to not stare at his lips
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championsandheroes · 4 months
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No, I'm still not ok with Certain Comments and how we weren't allowed to call people out on their bs. Like, come on, you've only got one god, Cassandra, surely there's plenty of room for you to adopt some more?
Patreon, society6, and redbubble are not responsible for the hurt feelings of any deities.
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The Dreadwolf rises
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