tag masterpost
general
;; answered
;; promo
;; self promo
;; starters and prompts
;; wishlist
lywc
;; asleep and in waking {lost history}
;; bones and string i will keep forever {gifts}
;; it echoes in the bones and hollows {that which is sung}
;; listen close to the nightsongs of birds {meme}
;; rain against the window {musings}
;; suede and ink stains {journal}
;; sweet hay and apples {Annwn}
;; to run with the horses and hares {aesthetic}
;; the house of Aylis {the lessons of herbs}
;; the house of Iona {the lessons of shadows}
;; under strange stars utterly and irrevocably lost {to be invested}
;; wildsongs of the valley {about}
;; which is heavier the weight of the blade or the betrayal {Bryn}
;; whispers beneath the earth {ooc}
verses
;; and i will ride with you to the end of the world {inquisition}
;; here my heavy boots find rest {modern}
;; the shadow of the cat {witcher}
companions
;; the lion of the mountains {cullen | sharp teeth and wide grins}
relationships
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❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ( Cullen // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )
The question caught her off guard, and Lywc's hand drifted up to lightly touch the scar bracketing her right eye, her lyrium-blue eye. She was held by the Inquisition Commander's gaze for a moment before averting hers.
"It's . . . old history. Not a very interesting story, I'm afraid," she replied, her voice a bit watery even to her own ears.
Very consciously, she lowered her hand and placed her palm on a post of the training ring she'd set up in Skyhold's courtyard for working with new horses. Lywc put effort into a smile and forced herself to look at him again. "But, surely that's not why you came here. What can I do for you, Commander? Have a new horse that needs breaking in? Or perhaps a new recruit interested in picking up a few fencing skills?"
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