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          It was strange to find someone with such appreciation akin to her own. Lyre truly had been a creature of nature, as wild and UNTAMED as the Korcari wilds. She knew manners, human standards, how to behave, but it was only among the trees and dew covered wild flowers that she felt at HOME. Within the stone halls of Skyhold everything felt so cold and stoic ; no light nor LAUGHTER filled those corridors, save when alcohol and adrenaline were bountiful.

           Lyre didn’t intend to intrude on Sana, even less so the staring. But her eyes were not fixed on Sana specifically. It was, truthfully, a scene that barely phased Lyre. No, her gaze was in AWE that maybe this world she had been thrust into was not so horrid and foreign after all.

          ❝ ARE THEY ? I have a hard time getting to them, honestly. And the orchard keeper doesn’t really approve of my CLIMBING up his trees. ❞  

         HYDRANGEAS,  LILIES  &  MAGNOLIAS.    they  are  plucked  from  the  root  &  placed  into  a  basket  woven  of  sun-bleached  straw  &  leather  fastened,  looped  with  a  braided  handle  for  ease.    she  uses  them  for  bath  oils  &  presses  them  between  the  pages  of  her  favorite  novels.    some  of  the  FLOWERS  scattered  about,  she  finds  are  edible  for  salads  with  roasted  walnuts  &  honeyed  figs.  

 the  very  view  of  a  near  seven-foot  qunari  gallivanting  among  flowers  must  be  a  strange  one.    though,  after  frequenting  this  field  &  ensuring  she  is  no  menace,  nearby  TOWNSFOLK  have  grown  accustomed  to  the  sightings  of  her  ——  they  even  allow  her  to  pick  fruit  from  their  trees!

     ❛ the  apples  are  sweet  &  crisp. ❜      she  says  to  anyone  &  no  one.

 @lyrebiird  》 receives  a  starter.

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my heart is soft, my past is rough.

Lana Del Rey

, “Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems,” Album:

Lust for Life

  (via

aylenlavellan

)

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STARTER CALL !! I’m feeling a lot better, so go ahead and like this for a brief starter to get Lyre going again. 

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I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

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Hey everyone ! Sorry I haven’t really been here this past week. Work and my mental health has been kind of kicking my butt so I took a small break.

I should be back on Lyre and Varewyn next week ! See you all soon. 

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be the goth queen your 10 year old self always wanted to be.

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jokefag:

because its halloween first rb this and in the tags include ur sexuality, gender, and opinion on candy corn

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CULLEN ➼ RUTHCRFORDS 

Knowing full well what he was doing, Cullen felt a pang of shame run through him. This moment she was having, this private moment, was being interrupted and he was not leaving. This wasn’t something he was invited to, this wasn’t something she sought him out to participate in, and yet, here he was. Lingering. Hesitating. Hoping she might ask him to stay.

Was it selfish? Yes. Cullen had never been the type to be this way. He knew when he should leave, he knew when he should stay, but Lyre made the lines blur. There was something that drew him to her, and he wondered if she felt the same. With the world crashing down around them, it bothered him that he was more worried if the Inquisitor fancied him. Perhaps he should spend time re-evaluating his priorities…

Her voice cut through his thoughts, making him slowly turn to look at her. The red in his face would not fade, his eyes focusing on her own red cheeks. This felt like a turning point in some ways, and Cullen did his best to not linger on that. Plenty of lake to share, Maker’s Breath, he was not here to bathe or to swim, he just wanted to walk. But as the idea crossed his mind and she attempted to coax him back, it became more and more appealing.

Andraste preserve him.

Cullen made his way back to the lake’s edge, standing there for a moment before sitting down on the pebbly shoreline. “Forgive me, I wasn’t looking to swim,” he says slowly, sighing a little. Clearly, there was part of him that was a bit distressed, “But I can remain here and perhaps… keep you company?” He offers softly, glancing over his shoulder with a sharp clearing of his throat, “And make sure no one else interrupts your swim.” The point is added quickly, louder than his previous comment.

          Plenty of lake to share, Creators she could kick herself for such a stupid sentence. A haphazard thought, spat out without consideration ; a desperate attempt to encourage the idea that, what, the Commander fancied the Inquisitor ? No, fancied was the wrong word. The impure hope that the Commander wanted her like she wanted him. Of all the things Lyre anticipated feeling during her time as the Herald, she didn’t not expect to face unrequited desires. She just wanted to be near him, to have him care for her             and the possibility of that never happening shattered her. 

          But then he listened, he stayed. It was bizarre to see him in such a mundane situation. The Lion stripped of his teeth ; no sword at his side nor armor on his chest. She knew he was muscular ( a man in his position had to be ) but seeing him under the moonlight with the stars illuminating his hair and definition brought a new hue to her face. She worried it would never fade from the crimson that now painted her cheeks. 

          ❝ Company is always welcome. Though I can’t say how much entertainment you could possibly provide while on the shore. ❞ Lyre felt bold, dangerously bold. Her lips curled wickedly and a sudden wave of confidence drove her yet ever closer to the shore and into the shallows. It took a conscious effort at that point to keep herself submerged beneath the water. The rational part of her pleaded to keep that last shred of innocence ; Cullen could simply want to be friendly. Leliana could have tasked him to keep watch over her. Though why not send a spy, in that case ?

          And then the idea struck her. There was yet another way to lure him into the water. With eyes dancing with mischief she sent a small wave of water in his direction, enough to make a point but not enough to leave him uncomfortably damp should he decide to leave.

          ❝ I’m more concerned with you interrupting it further. ❞  

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what would you consider to be lyre's biggest sexual fantasy? gives us the juicy deets.

          Truthfully, Lyre isn’t terribly kinky. She is however very curious and very physical. She is used to spending her days expending all of her energy, to the point where she just collapses into bed and falls into a comfortable sleep. No worrying, no fretting, no overactive mind that way. Just pure exhaustion.

          Her stamina, honestly, is GREAT. She spends her days practicing acrobatics on the battlements, or out hunting in the forests. So when it came to the exhaustive job of being Inquisitor, the amount and duration of work didn’t bother her. She would very much rather spend that energy with a partner. 

         A very long, very intimate session with her lover that leaves her completely spent. Sore muscles, trembling limbs, and not a thought in her mind except her partner’s name.  

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"10 in 1 mages agree -- planting one on MY lips is more thrilling than a lyrium addiction, love."

          ❝Is that so ? You seem quite confident. Perhaps this is something I need to look into myself. You wouldn’t mind, WOULD YOU ?❞

[lyrebiird]

It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

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          The whole thing felt like a dream. Lyre in a carefully crafted dress, ( Josephine’s doing, truthfully ) being twirled around in a hall larger than ANYTHING she’d ever seen, and Creators the way Cullen looked at her. The look in his eye was enough to jump-start her heart and set her nerves alight. Her whole body seemed to tingle with excitement. 

          The events that had transpired were taking a HEAVY TOLL on her ; between the blood she could never wash from her hands and the weight of all of Thedas on her shoulders, Lyre had begun to progressively feel less and less like herself. She was no longer Lyre ; she had become an unfeeling symbol, the hand of judgement, the single hope for the very people who would spit and LOOK DOWN on her.

          How could she deserve such happiness ? It seemed wrong to hope for such normality among the chaos, but hadn’t that been her life ALL ALONG ? The death of her parents, the consistent moving of the clan, her sudden rise to importance. It was a great wave of fate that threatened to overtake her. And then THERE HE WAS. She chalked her feelings up to a childish crush, inconsequential notions that would fade away with time. But she wasn’t a child anymore, was she ? 

          Her expression softened as he apologized, her lips curled into the gentlest of smiles. It was silly to think she’d be upset over a missed dance, especially after such a TAXING day. But it clearly mattered to him ; an idea that stirred so much within her chest. 

           ❝ I could never be upset with you, Cullen. Not over a dance. ❞           Teeth bit down softly on her lower lip as she contemplated her thoughts. ❝ After all this is over, I think I’d like to dance more often. That is, if you’d be my partner again. Preferably not here, though. ❞ Amber eyes crinkled as she laughed, a sound like silver chimes on the summer breeze. She didn’t laugh enough as of late, she thought. ❝ Thank you, Cullen. For giving me a chance. For keeping me grounded, and treating me like a relatively normal person. ❞ She gave another pause, her steps bringing her body closer to his. GODS she hoped she was right about these emotions.

           ❝                      Thank you for letting me BE MYSELF. ❞    

continued from here, for @lyrebiird

Wandering hands had quickly become a thing of nightmares to Cullen. Women and men of the court would run hands over his arms and chest as they spoke, causing Cullen’s nerves to fray and fall apart. In truth, their hands and their lustful whispers were a reminder of the Kinloch Circle, desire demons running rampant in the halls.

His heart beat faster with each swipe of a jeweled finger or the caress of a gloved palm.

Josephine and Leliana made lighthearted jokes of it, and Cullen did his best to laugh them off - of course it was all talk, surely it could just be jokes. But the masks the Orlesians wore hid their eyes, their coy smiles, hiding their true intentions. Beneath them Cullen imagined purpled skin and golden eyes, a fork-like silver tongue whispering honeyed words, touching on his sweetest desires.

She had been the voice that cut through the fog of voices, like the light of a fire in the darkness. Cullen thought that perhaps her attention was the only one worth having; among a hundred masked faces, hers was the most honest. Of course, he nearly ruined it by telling her no - no he wouldn’t dance, never. A knee-jerk reaction to the hundreds of proposals he had already heard, and promptly turned down.

It was when she was alone, their time at Halamshiral coming to an end and the last few songs would play, that he finally decided he would take a dance. Bowing at the waist and trying not to smirk too terribly when her skin matched her hair, the two took to the dance floor. Some whispered of scandal, some with envy, but Cullen ignored them. It mattered little as the two, albeit a bit clumsy, worked their way around the others that were dancing.

Lifting her off the floor and twirling her around, the delight that worked across her face was enough to make his heart beat faster, but not out of fear or old memories shaking their way to the surface. No, it was something else. Admiration, he thought. “I hope you can forgive me for earlier,” he said as they moved, his hands trying to find better placement on her waist; not too high to seem rigid and certainly not too low, “I am glad you let me have this dance.”

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          This was payback for the other night in the tent, it had to have been. Their relationship was one of love and concern, and sheer ANNOYANCE. It didn’t help that he prodded her right where she was most ticklish. She still remembered what that pillow right to the face felt like. She’d return the favor                  probably with honey in his sheets.

          ❝ Uhhh you got yet more proposals for marriage by your seemingly unending list of suitors ? ❞ Despite her current exasperation, Lyre was fairly impressed by the amount of people Atreion had managed to charm.

Starter Call! || Accepting

“ Hey. ” He prodded her. “ Hey. Lethallan. ”

Another prod. A grin.

“ Lethallan, guess what? ”

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                                OH GREAT WAS THE SIN OF MY SPIRIT,                                                 and GREAT is the reach of its DOOM

                                                          (ind. dragon age companion OC. Pinned by Randi)

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War ate a girl and spat out a woman.

Excerpt from Myth Untold // L.H.Z (via

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          ❝ As someone who swore to protect the people          against whatever you want to call the ENEMY, I just find it hard to believe you could willing follow orders that openly hurt others. Rip families apart. I understand order is necessary. I just... too many people have perished already. ❞  

❝ It’s not abandoning my duty. It’s simply changing how I enact it —- say what you want about the Templar’s, but some of us are just following orders.  ❞

// @lyrebiird