everyone is allowed to say fuck just once: the holy trinity
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@sonofgondcr asked for FARAMIR
“Boromir!” the cry comes as he bounds down the stairs and over breathless to his brothers side, smiling merrily. “I hope I did not keep you waiting overlong. As it turns out I misremembered where the books I’d read last went on the shelves and when I came for more this morning I nearly had to beg the librarian not to have me set in chains.” He laughs breathily. “And I had thought ranging was dangerous, the danger is in our very halls!”
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( @sonofgondcr wrote ||: “Why can’t we just talk about it —” )
“Because it’s a stupid idea and I won’t agree upon it.” He snapped and put the dried plate down a little harsher than necessary and tossed the towel aside before he leaned forward, heavy on the counter instead of turning around. What Brandon suggested was absurd. There was no way Jaime would ever agree on letting their relationship go because Brandon had decided to go into the military. Something he didn’t argue much about because it was Brandon’s life after all and it was his choice but then breaking up was not just Brandon’s choice in this situation. He didn’t get to make that decision on his own and it was an unnecessary topic to bring up because Jaime wouldn’t agree so there was no need to waste energy and breath on it.
“It’s not happening, end of discussion.” He was angry and perhaps a little sad as well, both about thinking of Brandon leaving but also about Brandon leaving and not coming back to him but to his own place. “Or is this your way of telling me you don’t love me anymore? using this as an excuse to leave me?” he then asked, he tried to keep his voice steady but even a deaf man could hear the sadness in his voice and a blind man could see his tense shoulders sag and his posture change. He couldn’t even turn around to look at him now, because he was sure he was going to cry and they didn’t need that right now.
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@sonofgondcr asked for Feyre !
Human lands- it had been a 𝐖 𝐇 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 since last visited. Seeing plain lands often left Feyre with a rather bitter taste pressing against her palate. they didn’t like the fair folk & for a good reason too. Even with some threats eliminated their 𝐁 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃 with humankind was still fragile. Hence these dreadful meetings. What a joy it was to carry the title of High Lady- sometimes. feet touched the floor, and a groan fled past her lips. The lack of the weight of her wings felt oddly 𝐅 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆, but walking after spending such a long time in the air made her steps a little wonky. ❝ Great- ❞ Curses sounded under her breath, briefly lifting her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. ❝ Were we not supposed to 𝐌 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 them here ? ❞ Feyre called behind her, not truly expecting an answer from her convoy. ❝ - or are we just too late, again. ❞
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he’d sat in this chair as a boy, feet tucked up beneath him as he’d read for hours, warm and content within the fair walls of imladris. now, however, the portrait of isildur seems to ever draw his eyes, lift his gaze from ancient tome and hold it steady.
it seems to him now that it has caught the attention of another in the pale light. a man, aragorn realizes instantly, and book is laid gently aside. “there are few of our kin called to the council,” voice is gentle so as not to break the quiet reverie of the room, not to echo through gilded rooms and courtyards, “you must have traveled for, for i do not think you one of the dunedain of the north, nor do i suspect the bree-folk have interest in such matters as these.” the corner of his mouth lifts in the faintest of smiles now, tired but easy. “nor from rohan, from your garb. gondor, then?”
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❝ this day is as grim as they come. ❞ a day which had been hard on them all. the loss of gandalf weighed heavy on the hearts of tall and short alike. for gimli, not only did he suffer the passing of gandalf, but also the discovery of all his kin wiped from existence. ❝ the mines were my idea. were it not for that perhaps the wizard would still walk among us. ❞
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“And at long last I get to meet the great captain of Gondor--” There’s a smile, warm and sweet. “I have heard a great deal about you, it’s a pleasure.”
@sonofgondcr ;; starter call
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sonofgondcr replied to your post: “-me listening to an audiobook of ramses the damned mostly because...”:
are you kidding lmao
she seems very selective with how she researches things and it’s frustrating
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[Lucifer starter from @sonofgondcr. (Accepting)]
'I thought we were past you thinking you’re invincible?'
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“I am - ah! - I am invincible.” Thera stretches, spine curving back and a short, unhappy sound leaving her lips as the muscles protest. “I merely need to change where the definition lies.”
That definition probably hadn’t been very close to falling asleep in a wooden chair, upper body leaned sideways to where there was thankfully a wall - the other side would have spilled her undecorously to the floor, although in bitter honesty even that may not have caused her to wake at the time.
“All’s well, my Lord.” A clumsy attempt at hiding behind formality, to disguise that while she might admit her exhaustion to herself she will not do so aloud - despite the tall and knowing gaze upon her, so reminiscent of the one she gives to stubborn patients every other day. “Truly.” There might be a sigh of concession as her shoulders move, easing far too little of the stiffness in them upon first try. She has the strength to carry on, but not to quarrel on it with a man just as obstinate as she.
“Let me make my first rounds,” And with that perhaps the definition changes again, “and then we will see.”
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‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ @sonofgondcr asked the herbalist:
❝ i remember every dying whisper , every desperate murmur . ❞
𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙲𝚃 -a pain shared impossible to explain. It were not the fields of battle she herself had once behold, but the agony shared for what her father and his father had seen when blood dripped from the tips of their swords. It was her wish to bring light & healing, for the dark had long since settled in middle earth, leaving nothing but a heavy veil hovering over the lands of the free.
❝ Yet you fought to preserve what good this world still has. ❞ A good she wished to protect herself. There was beauty in both starlight and that of the burning sun in the sky. The green of grass and one’s own shimmering reflection in the water. Helga knew she was a dreamer, her father had scolded her for it plenty of times. ❝ And you saw victory, despite the cost. Those people gave their lives knowing what sacrifice was needed. If you knew the possible outcome, would you ever regret dying fighting for it ? ❞
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❝ There will come a time when the road before you splits, and you must decide your path. ❞
It was not so strange to hear words of wisdom from the man before her, though many years he had less than she. War often took its 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋 from the young, as it had her, what seemed like ages ago. It should not have to be so.
But with the 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 only separated by the Ered Lithui from the White City, one learned the world was not as good and as kind as it should have been.
She stood there for a moment, grey eyes meeting his, and the silence pervaded as she thought on his words. How many choices had he had to make, when he did not want to? When the consequences were felt by 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 than just him?
“I know,” she said, without reproach. Life in the Wilds was always of choices, of regrets- but also of opportunity and hope. “And it will never be easy to know which is the 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 one.”
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𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺 him one of her own people, his bearing and countenance similar enough to have her pause. yes, some of the old blood runs in his veins, amera thinks, knows almost instinctively, though his garb is richer and that of a soldier, not that of a ranger. “i would think you of the north, friend, were it not for the emblem you bear.”
a hand gestures loosely to his bracers and a small glimmer of a smile appears, “not oft’ do i see the white tree in these lands nor oft‘ do men of gondor tread them.”
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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 , : — liked by : @sonofgondcr
A FAMILIAR sight seems blessing tipped , friend to éorlings who crosses into their lands , and relief blossoms that his men shall not see battle come this day . this gondorian has been friend to his people , and welcome is due from third marshal , for friends grow few and far between as darkness blooms unceasing . the third - marshal laughs atop his horse , warrior - built , a picture of the line of éorl and bold , and young , and at home out here among the greens .
❝ my scouts heard tell of a strange man roaming these hills , scaring the villagers , and wearing the garb of the white tree . would you happen to know who. that was ? ❞
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The worst part about Brandon leaving was not the worry about him maybe getting hurt or the absence in their house, in their bed, or in his life. It was the waiting. The idle waiting for anything. a phone call, a letter, someone showing up to tell him that he had passed or that he was injured or his arrival back home was the worst part of all. It was the same every time. Luckily he kept himself busy, and when he started to spiral into an anxious loop someone came around and tried to keep him busy and distracted so he wouldn’t go insane.
By now he’d paced around the airport too many times and people were giving him looks, he couldn’t sit still, he only bounced right back up again and he started to pace again. Someone would probably call security on him soon. Then it seemed like everything happened at once, all the passengers that had reclaimed their bags were coming down the stairs and Jaime stopped and scanned the crowd for the familiar face. finally spotting Brandon in the crowd he made his way forward towards him, once he reached him he wrapped his arms tight around the man’s neck and shoulders and buried his face in his neck without a word. He wasn’t even aware that he was crying, maybe his eyes had watered when he spotted him, but he was sure he did when he felt Brandon wipe them away and his eyes were blurry when he looked at him. “Hi -” he said weakly, a soft smile on his lips. “Welcome home.”
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— BASICS.
▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ?
He’s 5′8″. Headcanons for elves tend to vary in rp, but Solas in-game is shorter than m!Lavellan but taller than other elves, it seems. I put him as being about average, maybe slightly above average, in comparison with modern elves, but on the short side for many ancient elves.
▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ?
He’s fine with it, and he’s also often confused when people are insecure about their height.
▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ?
When he had hair, it was a red/auburn colour depending on how much sun he was getting to it. He kept it long for most of his life, but took on the habit of shaving it whenever he changed names, shearing the memories of the old name from him. So as Fen’Harel it was kept shorter, and when he took the name Solas he decided to remain bald because hair is a hassle especially when you can’t talk it into behaving. For the most part he wore it in smaller braids or up in a bun, and there were periods where it was just a mess, as it’s naturally thick and wavy, prone to tangles. Usually when he’d been sleeping for a long time and nature had started to tangle itself into it. A literal birds nest.
▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ?
No, especially not by Inquisition, where he mostly just cleans himself. In Elvhenan he would sometimes have his hair and make up done, and in modern sometimes Ian will put him in make up, but it’s an occasional thing rather than day-to-day.
▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ?
Not particularly, given his apathetic reaction to companions mocking/teasing his clothes and general appearance. The only time he might be conscious of how he looks is if he means to impress someone, or if he wants to remain inconspicuous.
— PREFERENCES.
▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? Outdoors
▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? Sunshine
▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? Forest
▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? Gems
▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? Flowers
▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? Personality
▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? Neither
▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? Anarchy
▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? Painful truths
▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? Magic
▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? Peace
▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? Day
▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? Dusk
▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? Warmth
▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? Close friends
▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ? Reading
— QUESTIONNAIRE.
▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ?
He assumes he knows things and so most of his lessons learned are incredibly harsh ones that could be much softer lessons if he wasn’t so authoritative in what he knows (or thinks he knows). Despite generally being a caring person his guard is up so often that it makes people mistake him for the opposite, and while sometimes this is intentional, it isn’t always. He’s also very prepared to be told he’s crazy and so when confronted with Dalish elves or Chantry faithful, etc, he’s cagier than he probably should be, sometimes leading to friendships having colder beginnings than perhaps necessary (especially in the case of Dalish elves, I can’t really blame him for being slow to trust people who cage mages). What I’m saying here is he’s pride and he’s also prejudice.
▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ?
It’s easier to list the people Solas hasn’t lost, tbh. Mythal, Wisdom, and countless members of the rebellion and former friends lost when the Veil was created. It’s made him distant and slow to fully trust, especially because some of the people he “lost” he lost not to death but to corruption. By the time of Inquisition Solas has few remaining allies whom he feels comfortable sharing intimate feelings with, and then loses another when Wisdom is summoned against its will. It’s also filled him with a lot of guilt over the years, some where he feels he could’ve prevented it had circumstances been different (Mythal, Wisdom) and others where he is directly responsible, even if he had his reasons (the Veil deaths).
▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ?
Solas is a unique case in that he has many fond memories that aren’t his own, see: every memory he recounts to you when you prompt him in-game, although some are bittersweet. Memories unique to him are early memories with Wisdom, where they bartered for knowledge, with Wisdom taking what he knew of his little village in return for older memories that opened his eyes to the world beyond. He has fond memories of painting in Elvhenan, sharing inspiration with other artists, and of the rebellion– he misses the songs the rebels would sing most of all.
▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ?
No, as mentioned in banter with Iron Bull, Solas is very aware of the fact that the people they kill have families and lives, and that even if killing them is necessary it will bring someone else grief. When you find Inquisition agents killed in the field of battle on the Storm Coast his first thought is to contact their families with the news. While he’s accustomed to battle and gore, in the aftermath it’s easy for him to slip into melancholy and reflection, and guilt. It’s something he does and continues to do because he feels it necessary, but it’s never easy on him.
▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ?
When Solas breaks it’s very ugly. He doesn’t cry easily, and when he does fracture he can most often hold it until he’s alone. If you think of the scenes where you see Solas at his most open and vulnerable (his personal quest, the grove if romanced, Trespasser) those are scenes where his sorrow is held as close to his chest as possible until he feels safe letting it go. There’s a reason each of those scenes end with Solas isolating himself in some way. Even alone he has a habit of covering his face and will often struggle to breathe while he’s breaking down, verging on panic attacks. Over the years he’s gotten better at making sure he keeps breathing through his sorrow, but he does succumb especially in the aftermath of a something that has traumatised him.
▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ?
To a point. Solas sees any comrade-in-arms as someone he has to trust with his life, especially as a mage. He puts himself at the mercy of the warriors and rogues he fights beside, trusting them to keep him safe as much as they hopefully trust him to keep a barrier on them whenever he is able. There is a level of mistrust outside of a fight, but in Inquisition this is mostly downplayed because he’s just a nobody mage and not a leader of any sort. Those he needs to trust in Inquisition to protect him, he does. Trusting people with his secrets and his feelings is much more difficult for him to do than laying his life in someone’s hands.
▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ?
Surprisingly sweet, or surprising to some people. While he is conflicted about acting on his feelings, the longer he and Ian are in a relationship the more accustomed he becomes to physical displays of affection, especially outside the Fade. Despite the degree of distance caused by the secrets he has, he manages to become emotionally closer to Ian than he could’ve ever imagined, their close proximity giving Ian glimpses into issues Solas has that others in the Inquisition wouldn’t be aware of. He comes across as more content, and more personable, the members of the Inquisition who meet him when he’s around Ian have a different perception of him than those who meet him alone (the example I often go to is the woman who often waits with Solas at the gates of Skyhold as she waits for her wife’s return and Solas waits for Ian– she perceives him as a lot softer than a member of the Inner Circle).
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“𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻 hold theoden’s hesitance against him, boromir,” a hand is placed gently upon muscled shoulder, reassuring, “the eorlingas are loyal to him, yes, but rohan has not the might nor force of arm as gondor. his wariness to stand against the might of isengard upon open plain is not fully misplaced.”
still, aragorn thinks, time is a luxury theoden cannot afford now. with each passing day, the forges & mines of isengard churn and glow red, black clouds spewing against blue sky. edoras is restless, that much he also knows, as word of carnage throughout the westfold spreads. “theoden would listen to you, were you to offer your counsel,” aragorn states it quietly but with a firm certainty, “you know of war, of how best to defend against the enemy’s machinations. rohan has not yet faced the enemy as you have. he would listen, boromir, and he would listen well.”
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