#show them how you smile it's only for a while || alea lavellan

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mini   character   playlist   :   share   at   least   five   songs   that   remind   you   of   your   muse,   or   that   you   associate   with   your   muse's   character   arc.   including   lyrics   is   optional.

Gale

Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy

Anything you say can and will be held against you / So only say my name / It will be held against you / Anything you say can and will be held against you / So only say my name

Pompeii - Bastille

But if you close your eyes / Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? / And if you close your eyes / Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

All The King's Men - The Rigs

When all the Kings men / And all their horses / Can't find a way to / A way to save you / When all the day's end / Remember me then It's not too late to / Too late to save you

Far Too Young To Die - Panic! At The Disco

I've never so adored you / I'm twisting allegories now / I want to complicate you / Don't let me do this to myself

Take Me To Church - Hozier

My church offers no absolutes / She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" / The only Heaven I'll be sent to / Is when I'm alone with you

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Alea

Unknown Soldier - Breaking Benjamin

Border line / Dead inside / I don't mind / Falling to pieces / Count me in, violent / Let's begin feeding the sickness

Awake by Ok Goodnight

Still of fragile lies and bones / Forever, we alone / Cannot escape this misery / Slow, we step into the light / Inebriate in sights / Unveil the truth that guides us home

Control - Halsey

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" / I can't help this awful energy / Goddamn right, you should be scared of me / Who is in control?

The Life is Mine - Jeff Williams / Casey Lee Williams

Now this conversation’s finally over / Mirror, mirror, now we’re done / I’ve pulled myself together now / My mind and heart are one

Hey Brother - Avicii

Hey brother / Do you still believe in one another? / Hey sister / Do you still believe in love? I wonder / Oh, if the sky comes falling down / For you / There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

tagged by: @proelio-procusi

tagging: whoever wants to do it!

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Gale: talking with his hands

Alea: has no idea what he's saying because she's tracking his hands like a dog, fighting the urge to chew on them like they're chew toys

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What Kind of Love are You?

Ayla - Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

Rosemary - Love as a Performance

Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.

Alea - Love as a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

Shadowheart - Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

Gale - Love as Religion

Devotion, that is the name of your love. Your love is an act of worship. Your love is like witnessing the birth of Venus, like seeing the sun come alive, or the stars fall. When you love, it is because you have found God in a lover. You have found the meaning of life itself in the heart of the one you adore. They are everything to you; they are your Maker, and you are their lamb, their flock, their first and holiest worshipper. When you fall in love, it is as a baptism. You are born anew, made a believer in the divinity of the one you love most. Being loved by you is an ascension; it is holy and golden. It is all-consuming, and all-faithful, loyal as the dog. You will never, ever bite back.

stole from: @wizofwaterdeep tagging: whomstever lol

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//I love saying absolutely unhinged shit as durge like

Halsin: Thank you for slaying the goblins

Alea: No worries slaughter is always a pleasure

Halsin: ...I'm just gonna move on

Everyone else: yeah we usually do

Astarion and Lae'zel: LET HER SPEAK!

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//now that I'm back to playing pokemon I want to give everyone a companion pokemon (to stop me from making an entire team for everyone because I will do it do not tempt me)

Gale - Espeon

Shadowheart - Absol

Vax - Weavile

Ayla - Meowscarada

Rosemary - Luxray

Alea - Decidueye

Cietan - hisuian Zorua

Klio - Vulpix

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//I think you guys should all appreciate how hot Alea is in this outfit lol

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//she's gonna tear this place apart

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//the matching disgusted faces here crack me up (but also fuck Kressa all my homies hate Kressa)

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Alea Lavellan

General

Name: Alea

Race: half wood elf

Class: Ranger - Beast Master (Rogue assassin pre tadpole)

Background: Haunted One

Patron God: Bhaal (at the beginning)

Alignment: Chaotic neutral (chaotic good by the end)

Age: 40 (20s in dragon age verse)

Height: 5'4"

Gender: non-binary

Pronouns: she/they

Orientation: demiromantic pansexual

Personality

Rough around the edges, to put it mildly. Quick to anger, aggressive, little patience. Does not suffer fools lightly. Would rather respond to mild annoyance with a blade than with diplomacy.

Background

Unknown, as in she literally can't remember who she was or where she was before the tadpole. All she remembers is her name and the name of her twin brother.

Dragon Age Background

Born to Clan Lavellan, Alea spent her youth wandering the Free Marshes, spending most of her time with her twin brother, Alras. The clan mostly kept their distance from humans, trying not to pick any fights.

As they got older, Alea trained with a bow and arrow, becoming a skilled hunter. When she became of age, she proudly chose a vallaslin of Mythal. For a time, things were peaceful, at least, as peaceful as they ever are for the Dalish.

When news of the conclave reached them, her brother, the Keeper's second, was sent, along with a group of hunters. Alea was not among them, nor was she pleased with this decision. When they heard what had happened, she left, showing up at Haven like a raging inferno demanding to know what had happened to her brother. Upon learning he had been made inquisitor, she insisted on staying, saying he needed someone to protect his back from the Shem.

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