#hamin mahariel

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mahariel concepts + brush experiment

[anna-dreamer]

Day 27. Elder Heey i made a new Mahariel! Name's Lindis (yeah, yeah, i know, not gonna make her die, she will have a baby with Morrigan). She wears an Elgar'nan vallaslin, as she believes in fighting against the oppressors with force, not taking half-measures. Also, she is a musician so she will sing In Uthenera herself thank you very much!

hahren na melana sahlin emma ir abelas souver'inan isala hamin vhenan him dor'felas in uthenera na revas

vir sulahn'nehn vir dirthera vir samahl la numin vir lath sa'vunin

[kiastirling-fanfic]

Prompt List

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When prompts are open, I’ll do prompts from these lists. Please provide the full prompt text, not just a number, and feel free to combine prompts.

Currently I’m only taking prompts for the Dragon Age fandom (games)

Pairings: I’ll give anything a try within reason.

Vibes: bolded stuff, either very romantic or very platonic stuff

Prompt lists:

101 Ways to Say I Love You With Actions by emswritingprompts f scott fitzgerald prompts by nirikeehan Angsty Poem Prompts by nirikeehan Margaret Atwood Poetry Prompts by nirikeehan Love Confession Prompts by creativepromptsforwriting Symbolism of Flowers by novlr Charles Dickens prompts by theluckywizard The Dear Hunter lyrics prompts by me DA Codex prompts by nirikeehan Serault Prompts by dreadfutures Dramatic & Protective Relationship Prompts by mcflymemes Budding Romance Prompts by mcflymemes Medieval & Fantasy Sentence Starters by nightprompts

Some existing characters available for requests (or just give me a class/race combo and I’ll make someone up on the fly):

Hero of Ferelden:

Leda Aeducan (canon romance Zevran) - rogue archer (ranger) Robin Amell (canon romance Alistair) - mage (healer) Talin Mahariel (canon romance Morrigan) - warrior (champion) Hawkes: Anthony Hawke (canon romance Anders) - mage (force/elemental)

Inquisitors:

Dascha Cadash (canon romance Blackwall) - rogue archer (tempest) Moreadhiel Lavellan (canon romance Solas) - mage (knight enchanter) Atrian Lavellan (canon romance Dorian) - mage (rift mage) Karsi Trevelyan (canon romance Cullen) - dagger rogue (tempest)

Other OCs:

Hamin Surana (Inquisition requisition agent) - mage/hunter (arcane rogue) June (Human MCIT Inquisitor, canon romance Solas) - mage (”creative”)

Random AUs I apparently have now:

Mage!Cullen AU (after Uldred’s assault on the Circle Tower, Cullen manifests as a mage) Warden!Fenris AU (Fenris fled to Ferelden instead of Kirkwall and joins the Grey Wardens. Leda Aeducan/Fenris) Vampire!Merrill (the spirit helping her with the eluvian was Hunger, and the side effects are... a bit much)

[jawsandbones]

Going Home

Why the Sabrae clan really helped Zevran in DA2

He keeps it close to his heart. Underneath his tunic, against his skin. It is quiet as he steps through the underbrush, twigs snapping underfoot, leaves pressed into the grass. Birds chirp in the branches, a polite twittering song that jumps from tree to tree. A song, carried by a choir. Were he still travelling with the others, he would never have known its melody. Oh. It catches him in the chest. He reaches out, presses his hand against the rough bark of a tree as he doubles over. His other hand on his knee, and he thinks he might be sick. He breathes quickly, fleeting inhales, over much too soon. The necklace slips from his shirt, dangles beneath him.

He had heard the offers, of course. He could have stayed in Denerim, with Alistair. He would have found a position for Zevran, no doubt. King Alistair would have been a sight to see. He could have gone with Wynne and Shale, seeking answers to questions he didn’t understand. Even Sten offered, but that would mean the Qun, and Zevran had never been good with obedience. He almost took Leliana up on hers. Her hand extended, a soft smile on her face, offering refuge. A place where he might find counsel, some kind of peace. He couldn’t accept. His destination had already been promised, to another. He could only watch. With sweat slick hands, he holds tightly to his swords. She brings her own sword over her head, blood on her lips. A grimace of grim determination crosses her face as she stabs it downwards, into the soft flesh of the Archdemon. The resulting explosion knocks Zevran off his feet, back several paces. His ears ring with the sound of it, his body aches with the force of it. His swords are somewhere now, but they don’t matter. Three worlds slowly merge into one as Zevran closes his eyes, shakes the tolling from his head. He forces himself to his feet. Somehow, she’s still standing.

His steps are slower than he means them to be as he closes the distance between them, his arms outstretched, his hands reaching for her. She has dropped the sword. She stands stone still, slightly hunched over, her hand pressed against her chest. Her hair is a veil around her face. Her head slowly turns, to look at him. He watches with horror as the darkened lines of taint begin to creep up from the line of her armor, twist around her neck, and touch at her face. “My Warden,” he says, his voice breaking, his words barely able to rise above a whisper. “Mi amor.” Words spoken far more desperately, as he finally finds himself in front of her, wrapping his arms around her.

“Zevran. Vhenan,” she says, clinging to him tightly. He feels her breathe against his neck, his jaw, his cheek. “Everything will be alright. You’ll be fine.” She presses her hand over where she knows the necklace to sit. “Don’t forget.” Her kiss tastes of iron, of salt. She smiles even as her eyes turn cloudy and grey, her hand soft against his cheek. She gently wipes away his tears. She sighs as she rests her head on his shoulder, indulges herself in one last hug. He holds her up with him for as long as he can, until his knees buckle. He sinks to the ground with Mahariel in his arms, and weeps over her body. Zevran isn’t sure when it ends, just that it does. He lies on the forest floor, watches the world sway with the wind. He holds his hand over his face, looks at the dried blood there. The bark had bit into his skin, tiny cuts which pepper his palm. It takes him a few more hours, but what are those few compared to the weeks of travel? The Free Marches will take time to be more familiar to him. Still, a mountain is an easy thing to find. There is only one entrance to the camp at the base of Sundermount. He approaches with his hands raised, his hair pulled away from his face, pointed ears. His elvish is poor, unserviceable. He tries.

“Aneth ara,” he says, as she taught him, but his pronunciation is painful to even his ears and he winces. “I was sent by one of your clan, to find Keeper Marethari.” The guards speak in fluent elvish, too quick for him to understand. They gesture for him to follow. Curious eyes follow him as he walks through the camp. They lead him to an older woman, her grey hair pulled back into a severe bun. The vallaslin touches all parts of her face. Absentmindedly, he brushes a hand against his tattoo.

“Andaran atish’an. We do not have many visitors. I am told,” she says after the guards have finished speaking and returned to their post, “You have been sent by one of our clan. May I ask who?”

Carefully, he pulls the necklace over his head. He slowly lets it fall into her palm. She rubs her fingers over the beads. Hundreds of them, all uniquely carved into the shape of a different animal. They chase each other round and round. Curiosity gives way to understanding, and her eyes grow sad, the corners of her lips turning downwards.  “Da’len na melana sahlin, emma ir abelas. Souver’inan isala hamin,” she murmurs as she rubs her thumb over the shape of a wolf.

“I do not understand,” Zevran says, his words pricked with pain. She looks up at him, as though she had forgotten he stood there, and her face softens.

“I am saddened to hear of her loss. She was a gift to us, as was Tamlen. Now we have lost them both,” Marethari says. “Yet, we have gained another. Stay a while with us, rest. I would like to hear of all that happened to her after she was forced to leave us.” She holds out the necklace for him. He almost takes a step back, stops himself.

“My Warden, ah, I promised her to bring it to you. I think, perhaps, she meant for you to have it,” he says. Marethari chuckles not unkindly, shakes her head. She takes his hand by force, presses the necklace to him, and folds his fingers over it. She keeps his hand there, clasped in hers.

“No, da’len. She did not. She meant for you to find some comfort in family. You do not need to be alone to mourn her.”

[mementotori]

Path of the Grey: Chapter 4

"Oh children of the land, quicken to the new life"

9:27 Dragon

Melia had her head upon Merrill's lap. Her eyes were closed while Merrill played with her completely snowy hair, no longer a deep black at it was in her childhood.

"Emma lath, have you ever wondered what it's like in the shemlen world?" Merrill asked.

Melia opened one of her eyes, pale green and sparkling, "Sometimes," She sat up, gently taking Merrill's face in her cold hand, "Why? Are you not happy, ma vhenan?" She placed a gentle kiss on Merrill's lips.

"I am, Mel," Merrill scrunched up her nose, "I would take you, we could explore the shem world, have glorious adventures."

Melia giggled, "Someday, perhaps I will go with you. For now," She settled back onto Merrill's lap, "I am happy with you, here."

Merrill sighed, looking to the river that lay before them. The sun broke through the tree-line, its rays gleaming like gems upon the two lovers.

Both of their ears twitched, they heard feet running towards them.

"That must be them." Merrill sighed again.

Melia sat up, just as two elves jumped through the trees, landing just in front of the girls.

Tamlen and Fenarel rolled in the grass, laying on their backs.

"Hello, Mahariel." Tamlen smiled.

"Andaran atishan, Tamlen." Melia rolled her eyes, "Where is my cousin?"

Tamlen shrugged, "He heard we were going to the river and stayed at camp.

"Right…" Melia felt embarrassed for even thinking Thackery would come swim with them.

"Keeper was looking for you, Merrill." Fenarel said quickly, taking off his shirt and pants, readying himself for jumping into the water.

Merrill sighed again, "Then I shall go." She placed a kiss on Melia's beauty mark, then stood up to head back to their camp.

"Come for a swim with us, elder hair?" Tamlen teased Melia.

"Ma halam, Tamlen." Melia glared at him

Fenarel smirked, "Seriously, Mel, come swim. Don't be a mule."

"I suppose I will." She stuck her tongue out at Tamlen.

She stood up, taking off her cream tunic. There was a small bulge at her tummy, her wide hips swaying side to side as she lowered her trousers. Everything about her was honeyed. Her Ghilan'nain vallaslin flashing bright and coppery in the sun.

Tamlen had to avert his gaze, quickly, earning a glance from Fenarel, who smirked.

"Alright boys, let us see who can get across the river and back." Melia ran and jumped into the cool water.

After their swim, the soaking trio walked towards the camp, laughing and pushing each other. Melia said goodbye to the boys, going off to find Merrill. She put up her long white hair into a bun, still dripping wet when she found her lover sobbing behind the Keepers aravel.

Melia ran to her, "Ma vhenan, what is wrong?" She checked over Merrills body to see if she was injured.

Merrill threw her arms around Melia, "Oh, emma lath," She cried into Melia's shoulder, "Ir abelas."

"What did the Keeper say?" Melia pecked Merrill's cheek, wiping the tears away with her cold thumb.

Merrill looked at Melia, "She says you are keeping me from my studies."

"Oh." Melia's body tensed up.

"Ma vhenan, I can't...we can't…" Merrill started crying again.

Melia held Merrill in her arms, "My Merrill, ma'arlath, you are the Keepers Second. We should have known it was not going to last forever."

"Melia," Merrill pulled away from her, "Run away with me."

Melia's eyes went wide, "Merrill…"

"Hear me out," Merrill cut her off, "We'll leave the clan. Find our own home in a city, or out near a forest. We won't have to leave, ever. And we'll take in orphaned children, like you wanted."

"Oh, my Merrill," Melia looked down to the ground, "I could never leave Ashalle and Thackery. You know that."

"Then they can come." Merrill pleaded.

"Merrill." Melia smirked uncomfortably, "You are my heart. But I could never leave the clan forever. Please."

Merrill pulled away, "I do not wish to be your love if you do not want to leave with me."

"Merrill?" Melia's eyes glossed over as Merrill got up and stormed away.

Melia sighed, rubbing her temples, she adored Merrill, but if Keeper says it is not to be, then who is she to question?

She walked slowly back to Ashalle's aravel. She could hear a light hearted giggle, peeking in the coming darkness behind what she knew to be Fenarel's aravel. There she saw Thackery, his spindly legs swaying flirtatiously, and Fenarel whispering into his ear.

Melia turned all shades of red, making a sharp gasp when Thackery grabbed at Fenarels belt.

Thackery turned his head quickly, "Hello, old mum!"

"Hi, Mel." Fenarel back away from Thackery, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry." Melia started walking away, Thackery held onto her, walking alongside as she raced for their aravel.

"You were going to find out sooner or later, Mel." Thackery said.

"About?" Melia asked.

"That I'm…"

"With Fenarel?" Melia asked, "Oh, Thackery, do not take me for a fool, I knew." They stopped in front of the aravel, "I am just upset because I now owe Ashalle two bearskins. She said this is how you would tell us, but I said, 'Mamae, he would just sit us down.'" She stopped rambling.

"You're not angry?"

"Why would I be?"

Thackery shrugged.

"Thackery, you should know better. After all, I'm with…" She stopped, "Was with Merrill."

"Was?" Thackery opened the aravel for Melia.

"I do not want to talk about it." Melia rushed in, falling upon her wolfskin bed.

Ashalle looked up from her chair, setting down the knife she was sharpening. She took off her wooden hand and set it aside.

"And hello to you two as well."

"Abelas, mamae." Thackery and Melia said.

Thackery walked over and kissed her cheek, then fell into his bed upside down, his mop of hair touching the floor of the aravel.

"I will go out to get your bear skins in the morning." Melia rubbed her eyes.

Ashalle chuckled, "I told you, da len."

"I know." Melia closed her eyes.

"What's wrong with you, lethallan?" Thackery tried to grab at Melia's feet, right before she kicked away.

"Nothing." Melia brushed him off.

"Fucking liar!"

"Fenedhis!" Ashalle whacked him with her shoe.

Melia stuck out her tongue at Thackery.

"Melia'nain." Ashalle scolded.

"Abelas." Melia said quickly.

Ashalle shook her head, "Fen'Harel ma ghilana...Emma isala hamin." She went to the ladder that led up to her room, "I will see you both in the morning."

"Ar lath ma, mamae." Melia called.

"Ar lath ma, Melia'nain."

Once Ashalle went up to bed, Thackery scrambled off of his pallet, laying down next to Melia.

"Fenedhis lasa, Thackery." Melia groaned.

"Venavis." Thackery pushed his cousin, "Why are you being such a seth'lin?" He started messing with her ears.

"Thackery, ar tu na'din." Melia pushed him away.

"C'mon, old mum." Thackery begged, "You'll be grumpy all week if you don't tell me."

Melia sighed, "If you must know, Merrill absolutely hates me."

"Did you give her reason?"

"The Keeper said we should not see each other anymore, that it was a distraction to Merrill and her duties as Second. And I said that what Keeper said is probably for the best…"

"Fenedhis, Melia'nain." Thackery pushed her, "You really said that?"

"Is it not true?"

"Fuck that." Thackery said, "You are being an ass."

"What was said was said." Melia pointed out, "Leave me be."

"Did you apologize?"

Melia was silent. Thackery began to glare at her, not understanding why his cousin was being so heartless over this.

"I know how it looks," Melia said, "But I have known that Merrill was unhappy. I cannot give her what she wants."

"Whatever, old mum." Thackery playfully shoved her again. Then he was quiet, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Why? You are too large for my bed."

"Because I had a bad dream last night and you always make it go away."

"Fine." Melia sighed, moving herself closer to the aravel wall, Thackery cuddled next to her, his head on her stomach.

Thackery fell asleep soon after Melia started playing with his hair, and with the quietness of the night and the softness of the breeze that creaked through, Melia too fell fast asleep.

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mahariel doodles last month. . .i think!

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DAO scribbles from last year