#i have so many thoughts about Halamshiral and these two XD

[emerald-amidst-gold]

13 or 21 for the affection prompts? :3

*gasp* Hulloooo! I didn't forget about youuuuu! >:3 Mainly, I had to sit on this because there was no idea within my head, but I got one finally~! So, let me WRITE IT!

Anybody ever wanted to see how Fane gets when he actually gets drunk? OH YES. Pair that with Solas getting slightly drunk and we have two fools being MORE foolish than ever before! AHAHAH! >:D

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21. laughing at their jokes - (aka Fane likes puns)

"The ceiling is..", Fane trailed off as he laid on the floor in the suite that had been afforded to him and Solas in the Winter Palace. Each of the members of Inquisition had been given a room as 'thanks' for saving Orlais, as well as endless, endless access to the cellars and he had indulged, staring at the posh ceiling above and tracing patterns he could see shifting like the sky did on occasion. It was disorienting, but he felt too warm, too relaxed to really care.

As did one other, who was no better than he was, having been goaded by Fane to indulge as well, but they were situated on the silk covered bed, on their stomach, gazing down at him with a pleased, amused smirk and a lightly flushed visage. However, Fane was so preoccupied watching the dancing wall that he didn't have time to admire the sky, but he could hear it and it was a lovely, lovely sound.

"The ceiling is..?", Solas prompted, speech slow, but still oddly in control, just more relaxed, more light.

Fane blinked a few times, mind trying to piece together what was spinning before him. The ceiling was... He didn't know, actually. It was hot. He was hot. Why was he hot? Why was the ceiling shifting? Why did he feel like he could fly? Ohhh, he drank too much, but didn't care, so he just spewed out the first thing to pop up into his liquor addled brain.

"...Orlesian.", Fane finally said, pointing with a flailing arm to the entire expanse at the ornate detailing that was so painfully, painfully grotesque in its opulence. "Orlesiiian. Ugh.", he reiterated, making a face at the word. He hated Orlais. Had he mentioned that before? No? Well, he did. Icky lions and...machinations that were what the shitty elves of Arlathan had played with.

And one of them was now laughing, but they weren't shitty. Never. Never, never, never. They were the sky, free and beautiful, and he had to look at it. Fane turned his head towards the laughter tickling his heart to gaze upon his sky, a smirk working its way onto his face as he took in the carefree appearance of Solas, cheeks flushed, sky-like eyes bright, and once prim and proper attire loose and wild as a wolf should be. Guess he wasn't the only one to have drank a bit too much. Not that he was complaining. He liked this view of the sky.

"Careful, vhenan.", Solas warned between chuckles, reaching down to where Fane was laying to poke at his nose and smirking when he elicited a tiny growl. "Say 'Orlesian' one too many times and you will sum..", he paused, looking up for a moment as if to think before pale blue shone with wisdom, continuing. "..summon the Empress, or rather, Emperor, I suppose."

Fane snorted. "Ohhh, no, no, no. Gashhh..Gas..pard..Gaspard! That's the name! I got it!", he exclaimed with a wave of hand, watching with bubbling amusement as Solas bit into his bottom lip, snorting a bit. "Gaspard is a Empress because of Briala. I made that happen. I'm clever. Big dragon brain." The words becoming more slurred, more haphazard as more warmth numbed his mind into a pleasant lull. How many bottles of wine did he have again? Fifteen?

...Twenty? He had to have a very high tolerance because that shit had been weak, not kicking in until he and Solas had retired, or well, closed the door. They weren't sleeping any time soon with the way his sky was snorting and chuckling like a fool, but he was a beautiful, beautiful fool. A premium one. A majestic one.

Solas let out another snort, face occasionally scrunching from mirth. "Ma'isenatha, I believe you are drunk~", he teased, scooting along the bed to actually ruffle at Fane's hair with a carefree smirk. Fane let out a literal groan of happiness at that touch, staring up at that the pair of eyes staring down at him, albeit upside down. The sky was perfect either way.

"Uh-uh.", Fane denied, shaking his head but stopped when the world spun more than it was already. "You're drunk. You're cheeks are all...eh." He reached up with a hand of his own to poke at a flush cheek, snorting loudly as Solas let out a snort of his own before it dissolved into quiet giggling. The sound had Fane's mouth going agape. "Holy shit, he's a giggler! The legends a true! And Varric owes me fifty sovereigns! Yesh!" Why did that make him so happy? He was loaded already, but hah! He won!

"I..I am not..pfft!", Solas tried to deny but only went back to drunkenly snorting and giggling, head going limp to rest against the foot of the bed's frame.

Fane felt a smile burst forward onto his face, actively springing up into a sitting position to point triumphantly at...well, he didn't know! He was just incredibly rallied by his victory!

"My treasure hoard grows!", Fane exclaimed as he rolled over onto his stomach, pushing himself up onto his knees with both arms and scooting to where Solas was still chortling like a literal child, pointed ears as flushed as his face.

The sight of such tempting triangles had Fane smirking like a fool as he leaned down to nip at one, growling playfully. This night was finally proving to be worth all the bullshit as Solas let out a choked gasp, head snapping up to look at him, eyes bright with blue and grey and mouth split into a wide smirk of confidence and just as much playful abandon.

Fane leaned in more, resting their foreheads together with a smirk. "See?", he inquired, quickly nipping at a pointed nose and smirking even more when a growl left his sky like thunder. "Oooo, the wolf has deigned me with his presence~"

Solas chuckled, deep and oh so dangerously, but it only made Fane want to draw them out more, pressing their foreheads together more, delving into eyes that spoke a thousand words of a thousand lifetimes. Solas' hands came up to hold him in place, propping himself up on his elbows to bring himself even closer to where Fane was now leaning against the foot of the bed, casual as can be, relaxed due to the essence flowing through his blood. One day, he hoped that this was how it could always be, alcohol or no.

...Especially if he could witness more smiles from the one who had brought one back to his own face. Though, right now, it was a smirk, a lovely, lovely smirk of youth and shamelessness. And the words that spilled from those wolfish lips had Fane dying.

"You could say this one is...dreadful, hm?", Solas drawled, but hints of lavender were laughing within pale blue and hazy grey.

"Pffft!", Fane snorted before actively beginning to laugh, giggling in his own right and disconnecting their foreheads to let his head fall into his arms against the ornate bed frame. "Ahahah! D..Dreadful! I..I get it because..pfffft!"

He heard Solas let out a fond chuckle, seemingly trying not to let the infection of his laughter send him spiraling into his own again. Dreadful! Why was that so funny?! Dreadful, hah!

...Oh, he was drunk. Yes, yes he was, but he didn't care!

A light, but sharp nip to his own pointed ear had Fane's laughter stuttering with a low snarl, picking his head up a bit with a smirk to glare with heated embers into the sky smirking back at him, eyes alight with the same fire he could feel coursing through his veins. The wolf wanted to play, did he? Oh, they would play, but as the dragons did, untamed and uncut.

"Hmm, it would appear the dragon has deigned me with his presence this eve.", Solas practically purred, a few fingers ghosting along Fane's jawline, making him shiver with a chuckling sigh. "Should I be leery of its gaze?"

Fane hummed, leaning forward and snarling low as Solas teasingly leaned back, smirking like the wolf he embodied. So that's how the sky wished to play? To make its reach unattainable? That wouldn't do because dragons were meant to fly within its expanse.

..And he would be in his sky by the top of the hour, so deep as to shatter its own Veil between the real and the imaginable.

"Not at all.", Fane drawled, slowly and surprisingly, steadily rising to his full height to practically rip into black velvet and gold silk that was his personal attire with one hand, undoing buttons and buckles with deftness despite his drunken state. His gaze sharpened with acute awareness as Solas only rested his chin into one of his hands, knees bent, elbows resting upon them as he watched him perform.

"Should I be leery of its strength, then?", Solas inquired, eyes glued to him, unashamed, enraptured with each layer of finery that was discarded with patience, as if they had all the time in the world once again. "Its tenacity? Its passion?" Every question uttered stoked the fires, made them blaze as Fane shrugged of his jacket, having opted not to wear his wraps as the formal attire had down a good job of covering him, but he had brought them for battle.

Fane shook his head, smirking even as his body was on full display, scars and all. He felt no pain, no wariness as liquid courage numbed both his mind and physical form. And it helped when his sky only reflected interest and no judgement, blue-grey orbs slowly roaming up and down his body, legs shifting against the silken sheets with anticipation, but trying to keep it subtle for a shred of propriety. He tsked, meandering his way around to the side where Solas was closest. Now, that wouldn't do. Guess he would have to...

...intervene.

"No to all of those questions, my sky.", Fane growled as he brought one knee up to rest upon the bed, reaching down with one hand to flick the clasp on his belt, unlocking it, but not unraveling it just yet. He growled once more as Solas continued to watch him, calmly, playfully, goading him with the blue that harnessed those emotions.

Solas hummed. "Then what should I be leery of, my dragon?", he asked casually before Fane struck, tackling the man onto the mattress with a snarl and a smirk. His sky let out a grunt of surprise, but easily fell into this familiar beat, reaching up to run his hands lightly along his bare arms, shivers rising in their wake, pain of scars forgotten due to the heat building between them.

Fane gazed down with hooded eyes, pleased and pleasant. "You should be leery of...", he began, leaning down to nip at an exposed neck, sliding a hand up to delicately run it down the side he was not beginning to kiss. A new heat was infecting his mind now. It was heady. It was hotter than any blazing flame. It was incandescent as Solas bore himself to him, tilting his head to allow him more access, even as words hung in the air.

Fane continued his ministrations, kissing, stroking, and teasing with his lips and hand upon a fluttering neck, but something else fluttered and it was within him that it did. It was light, airy, and...ridiculous, but he found himself saying it nonetheless. The wine was still in effect after all. He pulled back a bit, one of Solas' hands digging into a forearm, blue eyes hazy, but curious as to why he stopped.

"Fane?", his sky questioned, but Fane only snorted as he nuzzled into the neck he had just been assaulting with passion and fire. "Fane, what--"

"You know, I just had a thought.", Fane said, humming happily into the crook of Solas' neck; his sky only letting out a disbelieving chuckle and a content sigh at his shift.

"Just the one?"

"Ass.", Fane bit with no venom, but snorted as the thought popped back in like a curious spirit. "You want to hear it or not?"

"Go on.", Solas said around a hum, hand beginning to hum through his hair slowly, tenderly, the other tracing light patterns along his back, following the path of a few scars he knew were there, but that didn't bother Fane as he started to giggle like an idiot.

"Well...", Fane started, lifting his head a bit to gaze down into curious, amused orbs, a smile greeting him with equal lightness embedded in its curves. "I just realized, I'm a dragon..."

Solas nodded. "You are, and...?", he prompted, quirking an eyebrow with that same smirk.

"I'm getting there! Sheesh..", Fane said with a slight pout before snorting again. "I'm a dragon and you're the sky to me. Guess what that means?" He waggled his eyebrows a bit, biting into his bottom lip at his brilliant revelation! He was, indeed, a clever dragon! Decider of empires! Gazer of mankind!

Solas blinked, eyebrows drawing together before blue widened and a good natured, but exasperated groan left his smirking lips.

"Vhenan, do not--"

"Ready for a dragon to be inside of you, my sky?", Fane asked with giddiness, snorting and chuckling like the fool that he was. He was so smart! So smart!

"You are dreadful.", Solas quipped back between his own chuckling and snorts, face twisting with mirth before it broke; the two of them busting out into drunken, light laughter at the terrible, terrible humor they both possessed.

They were both dreadful, dreadful, and dreadful, but they didn't care when the world seemed small and their problems smaller amid echoes of empires and twinkling gold.

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They're idiots, Your Honor. This is a fact that cannot be denied nor rejected. However, it can be acquitted for they are in LOVE!! *dinosaur screech of LOVE*

I hope you enjoyed it! <3

[kessielrg]

[DA+KH] Her Rite

Summary: Based on @chibi-mushroom‘s Dragon Age AU for the Kingdom Hearts series, because we are absolutely winging the role for a certain OC of mine until certain events actually play out. ^^; Spoilers for chapter 7 of Dragon Age: Wayfinder, btw, technically. But if you already known the story of Origins, then it should be a dull surprise. xD

Rating: K+

Word Count: 1,258

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Hungry. I feel hungry. So, so many of us are hungry. We do not know what we hunger for. We only listen to the commands of Urthemiel. Sometimes we look for the light of Kingdom Hearts. But we are still hungry, we still search, and listen, and look- we can not be sated.

We gathered to a place of many lights as Urthemiel told us to. We ate the lights, but we are still hungry. I gathered with my brothers to form one entity- a storm of hunger and darkness to eat more and more of those little lights that faded so easily. There was a light covered in a golden armor, a brave but foolish warrior. We consumed his light. We were still hungry.

Then we could sense three of our kind, but they held a light. Our beings do not have lights (maybe we would not be so hungry if we did), so we went to eat the light from the imposters. The oldest of the imposter lights tried to stop our hunger. The light inside of him was strong, we could barely see the darkness etched into the cracks of his armor. There was still darkness though. Not our darkness, but his own. We still overtook him and ate his light.

And for a moment, the hunger was gone. For a moment we felt… sadness, and determination, and lingering thoughts of those we once had but never knew. Would the child know about me?

Then our hunger returned when we saw the last two imposter lights. Darkness surrounded the last warrior, but with him was a mage. A mage with a very strong light. We wanted that mage. We had to consume that mage's light. We must have that mage and her light. It will complete our hunger. Her light will fill us all.

We must

have

that

. . .

The girl catapulted from her dream with a jolt. Her eyes looked around wildly before remotely recognizing where she was. She clenched her chest as tears started to drip down her eyes. Her breathing was shuttered as she tried to regain her sense of being. She was alone. The reason had been obvious before- it was because she had once more ran away from home. But now? Now something was different. It was a different kind of alone. It felt like something inside of her had died.

“You baby.” she mumbled to herself as she dried her eyes. “It was just a dream. Not even real.”

The feeling that someone important had just died did not leave her, however. If anything, berating herself only made her feel worse. When a shiver ran down her spine, the girl decided it was from the cold and worked to make herself a small fire. It was better than thinking it was because of weakness, however natural it would have been in this situation.

Further trying to reroute whatever aftershocks the daydream gave her, the girl tried to look over her map of Thedas with a sharp focus. Based on the old piece of parchment, Halamshiral was the last distinguished city she'd passed, and that was a good five days ago. It was also the last distinguishable city in Orlais too. She had to be in Ferelden by now. What she couldn't quite figure out was if she'd passed the entrance for Orzammar or if she still had another day or two to go. Not that she would actually stop there for a proper rest; no, she planned for that when she reached Redcliffe. By then she'd look enough like a vagrant she could probably pass as a common street urchin. Someone would take pity on her. Maker forbid she could find a motherly type instead of some sleaze that would sell her for a gold piece in exchange for a stiff drink. There were rumors that Redcliffe's arlessa was just the type. The perfect target for now.

The rest of the plan? It was to not be caught by the very people she was running away from; a backstabbing brother, a far too kind cat, and a stupid, old, and even-more-persistent-than-she-was rabbit. She was going to get that stupid bunny's family titles back whether he liked it or not. It's what made going to Redcliffe's arlessa that much more sweeter- she was once Orlesian. She would know what to do. She would be able to recognize a member of the deIsigny family. Had to.

A part of her wanted to be found by someone familiar though, that was why she was traveling along the Imperial Highway. When someone did, they would see that she was resilient. Brave. Not some stupid child that wanted to run away because she was bored with home life. This child had a mission- one that she swore she'd finish before any stupid bandit thought they could rob her blind. Before some stupid nightmare kept her awake at night to the point of nearly going whole days without rest. That last nightmare, the one about that… that man, it was different. It felt real.

But she didn't have time to think about that. She needed to get to Redcliffe. She needed to talk to the arlessa. She needed to prove that she was old enough to do whatever she wanted, and what she wanted was to repay a stupid old rabbit for his kindness. It was almost a fault due to how often bad luck got in her and her brother's way. In her mind, the child did not believe she had a family anymore. No, her old family was gone. Her brother defected to the rabbit like a natural born while she still thought of their birth mother. There was no way that she would consider the rabbit her new father, and the cat her new mother. Not… not until this was done. Not until what was due was properly owned again. It was always eye for an eye, after all- and she wasn't going to let the world get away with taking the whole body again.

Not again.

In hindsight, she should have stolen a horse from that old rabbit. A horse would have made getting as far away as possible much easier. Maybe she could find a wild horse and tame it. It wouldn't be that hard. Give it some food, and space, and it would trust her within an hour or so. Getting the animal to let her ride it would be the harder part- but just having it to carry her few belongings would have meant the world. Assuming it didn't run away while she was sleeping, of course. Just add it to the list of things she planned to sweet talk the arlessa of Redcliffe into giving her.

Reading adventure stories had never been her vice. However, at this moment, a certain element of them was starting to stand out to her. This was like a rite of passage that those storybook heroes tended to take. A baptismal. A journey that only they could complete. She didn't know how long it would take her, but she knew that this was what she wanted to do with all her heart. No brother, rabbit, or some other useless authority figure was going to change her mind about it. Even if she wasn't yet aware of Grey Warden blood that flowed within her, you could almost bet on her success.

Her name was Sabrina Lillian Sidney, and she was going to be a force to be reckoned with one day.

[deeafrotailmisstress]

Just finished Dragon Age: Inquisition for the first time as a hard-ass female Dwarf Inquisitor and I had loads of fun! (didn’t really care for the shit-ton of side quests tho xD)

I thought that we had the Trespasser DLC on our PS4, but turned out we didn’t and now imma have to wait longer cuz DAMMIT I wanna have one last conclusive feels session with the companions I grew to love!

Below are just a few of my opinions about the gameplay that are just random thoughts and me being like ‘...it’s not just me thinkin this right? Or maybe someone thought about this better than me’ (Be warned! TONS of Spoilers ahead! SPOILEY SPOILING SPOILEROONIEEESSS. ...okay u have been warned)

Okay so the Well of Sorrows quest? Why do so many of the companions get butt-hurt if you drink from it? For my character, it would make more sense for her to drink it. Well of giant knowledge and power that can be used to stop Corypheus but comes at an unknown price that you don’t know of, okay I get the risk. But my character always had a slight stubborn and martyr-ish streak to her, so I knew she wouldn’t care as much about the risk to meet the ends. Plus even if you were worried about the risk, I wouldn’t really trust all the knowledge and power with a total stranger in a string bikini who claims that she is TOTALLY gonna benefit our side just because we had a laugh at a ball. Like okay SHE is gonna take the risk instead of you, but at the same time you could possibly lose a big power bonus against your ultimate enemy! Buuut, then there is the argument that because you are the only hope against stopping the rifts and your companions don’t want to risk anything happening to you, so I guess there’s that.

Oh and DON’T get me started on how much Solas’s bitching to me about not doing the rituals at the temple grinded my gears.

…

Okay he doesn’t bitch A LOT, he only makes like one or two snide comments, and I’m talkin about this dialogue section when the sentinels die (I’m quoting from rough memory here, so it ain’t exact):

Solas: Such a waste of life, all these elves dying for their cause

My dwarf: You’re right...it’s a shame what happened here

Solas: well then maybe you should have done the rituals instead of slaughtering them

like BITCH. I MADE ONE MISTAKE. SOOOOOORRYYYYY.

In all seriousness though, I get where he’s coming from, but from my character’s perspective: one of the most powerful generals to Corypheus’s army was escaping with a TON of red templars, going off to do god knows what, maybe cutting off another quicker access to the well! Not to mention that we were in a hurry and soldiers were dying out there the longer we took. But, Morrigan and Solas wanted my dwarf to fuck around more in the temple to pay respect by doing the correct rituals to a place that my dwarf didn’t relate to and wasn’t all too worried about it in the moment. But yeess, I get that if you HAD done the rituals, you would have gained the Sentinels as an ally and my character not doing the rituals was probably a mistake and I’ll accept that. ….but I ain’t going to accept anymore of your fuckin shit Solas.

Look Bioware. Maybe you won’t release a patch where Varric is romance-able. Maybe you won’t have him feature in the next Dragon Age, let alone make him a romance option in the next installment. Maybe you’ll NEVER make him a romance option. Fine. I have accepted this fate. But dammit does it make me hope for a dwarf romance option in the next one even moooooree.

My dream team was always either Varric, Dorian and Iron Bull or Varric, Dorian and Sera. I loved the banter between them, plus Iron Bull’s a hella good tank.

Varric is my fave companion. I don’t know if you guys could tell.

I made Cole more human. Come on! It was either you told Cole to COMPLETELY forgive the templar you tortured him and left him to starve in a tower and totally forgot him years later. Uh. No. You don’t just let an asshole get away with that kinda shit with no consequences. Or, let him confront that asshole and work through his emotions...of violence...and...murder. Okay, so the second option doesn’t sound as good when I say it, but hey, it’s not like I was going to let him kill the asshole anyways! Plus I really didn’t like the condescending vibes Solas was giving when implying that Cole is ABOVE being a human or mortal....but since I know what happens in the DLC...I know why.

In case you guys couldn’t tell, Solas was my least fave companion. xD

...but dammit if he isn’t a good party healer.

I couldn’t do any romance options because I was sharing the PS4 with my siblings and I sure as hell am not going through a romance with them in the same room *coughcough*. BUT. If I had the choice, I would have went with Iron Bull or Blackwall for male romance and Josephine or Sera for female romance. Josie’s just...the cutest! <3

….okay fine, AND Scout Harding. I’m a sucker for freckles okay!

Kiiinda regret not letting Briala take over at Halamshiral, because Elves have already been through enough shit and they need some power. But to be honest, she didn’t really seem like a stable option? Like how everybody described her connections to power made them seem really flimsy at best, plus Celene was still a good pick to keep in power and she likes you anyways from the get-go! But yeah, still would have liked to see what would happen if Briala had some control.

The scenery you guys. Oh. My. GOD. THE SCENERY IS BREATHTAKING!!

I cannot tell you guys how pumped I was the first time I took down a dragon in Inquisition. I fuckin immersed myself on that shit, I had mountain dew beside me, my dragon hunting music was on, and I was yellin’ in VICTORYYY!!

...but I also kinda felt bad cuz...Dragons are cool and I like nature and shit and yeah, I only did it twice. ...the second time was because the dragon in the hinterlands pissed me off when I was a low-level exploring and it just came outta nowhere and fuckin fire-ball shanked me.

Fave female character in the game has to be Vivienne. Hands down. She’s just the ultimate BAMF.

Omg be glad I’m not putting my opinions on the whole ‘Mages and Templars’ conflict. I would have a friggin FIFTEEN PAGE ESSAY on that shit, but honestly, I’m glad with my ending for the mages, what with them going off on their own with their own College of Magi. I honestly didn’t give any fucks when the disapprovals rolled in about me freeing them ‘cause...just fuck off with that shite. Mages been through enough shit and y’all companions expect me to NOT free ‘em? Nah fam.

...aaand yup. Dee rambles are pointless and shitty, but at least this is the first time letting some random funny shit off my chest and it feels nice! xD