#aviitus

[hubrisborn-blog]

@aviitus liked this

“Atheris. It is a very lovely name, don’t you think? It has a very -- pleasant ring to it, rolls off the tongue in such an appealing way.”

Hubris let the musings fall from his lips with a hum, low as it vibrated the space between them. It wasn’t often that he ran into someone so very ---- interesting. He was torn with what he wished to do with such a rarity, though he opted for a simple start.

[rebelliontales-blog]

    ‘wanna know a secret? ONLY if you promise not to tell anyone.’ 

@aviitus

[fadeweaver-moved-blog]

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      Spirits echoed in the stones of this place, this temple. They tugged at her mind to sleep. Let the dreamer dream of them. And she wanted to. Long since abandoned, the temple had slowly fell into ruin. Or perhaps it was being chipped away at, progressively by the humans. Green eyes looked about the temple, walking in a slow circle to get a good look. Always amazed her when they found these places. But this temple was not found, but lead to.

      The woman with Alabaster skin, the one who looked ageless in places like this. The one who seemed familiar from memories that were not her own. A downfall of being a dreamer; memories blending. It annoyed her the feeling she got from her. Not of her people but of The People. Curious.

            “You learned much in your travels, yes? Perhaps you may tell me              whose temple we are in.. Unless you are as lost as I am about it.”

      Attention turned to the fading murals on the wall, chunks missing from the important part of it;        The Creator's Face.

[oholyvile-blog]

-poses sensually across desk- ღ

Accepting!! Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and Aurelio will rate you with the following:

Romantic attraction: NONE | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeSexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | HIGH | very high | extremeAesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | HIGH | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | MEDIUM | high | very high | extreme

[rebelliontales-blog]

   ‘You seem to know lots of the         world, yeah? Meanin’ -- can I ask somethin’?’

@aviitus

[martyriium-archive-blog]

➋!

➋ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that just left an unforgettable impression on you?

Kind of. There are people I met who have shaped me, people I have learned a lot from. There are many experiences I will probably not forget, though it’s very very rare that I meet someone like that- people I look up to, people I consider to be superior to me, and people who let me learn from them. I don’t forget people who helped me grow. Though right now, I met no such person in the DA fandom. Maybe because I am too old at this point, too aware of the fact that everyone is fallible 

[skjebnebanearchive-blog]

@aviitus Her laughter is infectious-- bright, as she, rather shamelessly flirts with the other. Muninn arches her brow, after another sip of her drink. "Careful now. You're going to make me blush-- and isn't that a feat?"

[oholyvile-blog]

@aviitus

❛ If you do not state a worthy reason for waking me within ten seconds, I will call for the divorce papers and sign them in moments if that is what it takes for me to receive a nights sleep with you around. One ... two ... ❜

[mcntiroso-blog]

aviitus | greeter

Calloused fingertips traced over the scarring of his left eye, over the  missing brow and under the metallic patch that concealed the healed over eye-socket. The scar, forever a  memory of how he risked himself for his best friend.  A proud badge. One of many stories to tell-- Concentration is broken the moment a flock of birds scatter around him. Soaring high over horns, drawing his gaze to the surrounding area. Now, he’s aware. Not nervous, but on the alert.

[martyriium-archive-blog]

Smoke in my hands

{ aviitus } Sometimes he could only tell the passing of time by the candles- in his tent, he usually did not even notice the way days turned into nights, and it was a bit better here in Therinfal redoubt where he had an office with windows. Hard to believe, he and his own office... His bed fell into even more severe neglect, the Lyrium kept him going and going. So many soldiers went through painful transformations and he tried to take care of as many of them as possible, deliberately neglecting his own needs to be there for all those who needed him- a father to his men, and there was no room for himself.  Samson rose with an annoyed groan when he noticed that his candle hard mostly burnt down by now- he had to ignite a new one before this one extinguished entirely, or else he would have to go through greater trouble. Hah, being a mage must have something good as well, he supposed. You could have light anytime, or a campfire, for that matter... of course, only a joking thought. As a templar, he was in a place to know that being a mage was no desirable fate- he’d seen it with his own eyes. A new candle was lit on the small flame of the old one, they both were replaced in the holder, and he returned to his desk. Individual reports of the units and their transformations. Notes on where to increase the lyrium supply, notes on which soldiers to visit the next day, to check up on them. Sometimes they needed guidance, comfort, and the knowledge that their new superior would stand by their side as they suffered. 

[oholyvile-blog]

aurelio in his arranged marriage is just such a walking hypocrite like  aure: i hate her she’s cramping my style with her gross perfect porcelain facade and her little voice and her everything i wish i’d never married her i am not spending the rest of my possibly immortal life with this elven mess someone who isn’t aurelio: yeah i agree she sucks aure: what the fuck did you just fucking say about my wife, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Murderous Demon Children AP, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Orlais, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in Tevinter warfare and I have the soul of a warped Old God resting inside my skin. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Thedas, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to my wife in my own home? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the Magisterium and your entire bloodline is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the fade and demonic abilities and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.