#dragon age inqueuesition

[missriggie]

Angsty great-now-we're-both-stuck-in-the-fade-prison Solrook is great and all, but what about separated-by-the-veil-but-always-aware-of-each-other Solrook?

Them getting stuff done in starts to ease up the regret prison while he's serving time and the blight shows more signs of receding in the waking world.

Spirits and wisps that send messages back and forth with questions and advice and barbs that hint how they kind of miss their conversations

Wolves seem to follow them around while little trinkets just appear in his cell.

HUMMING THE SAME SONG ON EITHER SIDE.

[theadhddragon]

okay okay okay okay okay

BOIS

we need to talk about Neb

not walking corpse Neb but Neb from the other side

can that actually BE Neb? Is it a spirit that took on his memories? Or is there an ACTUAL afterlife after all??

[warriorofmint]

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the abyssal high dragon

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“Humour me. You don’t know what you’ll face before the end.”

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Althea Lavellan Concept part 3/?

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[warriorofmint]

59 for the kiss thing :)

59. Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s | PROMPTS 

AKA I’m going through so many emotions writing this fjdklfjsdkl

She clings to him, fingers scrabbling against fur and metal, terrified that if she doesn’t hold him, she’d lose him. Even now, green touches at the edge of her vision, fear still thrumming in her veins, and Althea is desperate to replace it with gold, with warmth and fire and the gentle sort of ferocity only Cullen can elicit. 

His name leaves her in a strangled whisper, and he hushes her with his lips. Burning, wanting, her body pressed into his until she can feel his heartbeat through his chestplate. Cullen’s lips move against hers, and electricity dances between her shoulder blades. Her shudder has him gasping against her, a soft moan that has her heart hammering—a caged, wild thing fighting its restraints.

Althea is drowning in him, and she’ll happily let him fill her lungs until he’s all she can breathe.

I can’t lose him, she thinks; the very idea of it pulls a quiet sob from her, shoulders wracking. Althea doesn’t think she’s ever been terrified of anything more than she is terrified of that—it only took falling into the Fade to realize it. Fingers threading in his hair, she pulls him closer, closer, curling into him. Cullen murmurs her name, again and again into her lips, his voice broken and scared. 

“I love you.” She doesn’t even realize that she’s said it out loud until she feels Cullen falter. A whimper leaves her as they break apart, but though Althea can’t stand even that small distance between them, she doesn’t try to pull him back.

She doesn’t need to. When her eyes find his, she can feel her heart bursting at the tenderness of his face, the awe. Cullen brings a hand to her cheek, thumb swiping the tears she hadn’t realized were there. He kisses her nose, soft and chaste and reverent, then her lips, softer still.

“I love you, too.”

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the sun and the stars - details.

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