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Fanfiction - Poetry
Heartbreak in Eight StanzasHe was to leave, but he returned;
The Rebel QueenFrom the misty moors of Fereldan's lands
Muse-Quisition: Yavanna Lavellan's ThemeIt was dark and you could not see,
Muse-Quisition: Alexius' Villain SongTrying, and failing, and hoping to the last,
Fanfiction - Series
Stories in the Ink -- Chapter FourSolona smiled, walking up the stairs to the third floor of the tavern. She knew the strange boy in leathers would be in the same corner he always was, listening and observing, noticing while he himself remained unnoticed. He was always in the darkest corner, near several crates and a chest, perhaps even a tiny table.
Memes - Filled
Couple Meme - Cullen x Corinne1- Who is the most affectionate?
Literature, Comics, and Memes
DAI: See Eye To Eye DivaXenia 22 52
Heart’s Day is a reprieve. A breath of fresh air. A reassuring moment of looking back and drawing a steadying sigh of relief because you see that the person you care about is still behind you, still there to catch you if you stumble and fall.
Even if it does not entail a grand celebration, a candlelit dinner followed by passionate love making on a broad bed strewn with rose petals, till the first pale hours of the morning. Because there is not always time for that when you are saving the world.
Even if the day is marked by nothing more elaborate than a tall glass of clear, magically cooled water on Cullen’s nightstand, left there by a caring hand for him to drink, the soothing freshness serving as reprieve for his headache. A first step to brace himself for a new day of working, of fighting, of doing better.
Or a fresh coat of paint on Cassandra’s shield, glinting bright and happy in the slanting light rays of the armoury, with the heart pattern emphasized boldly alon
Even Morrigan? [AlistairxWarden +Morrigan Mention]
Post-coronation: King Alistair and Queen Warden/Hero of Ferelden. Warden was friends with Morrigan.
It had been several months now. Ferelden and its people were safe once more (for the time being), and the sudden hush of all the Blight-related news was more than welcome to be kept. No one had said a word, not extending past ‘thank you’s and passing hospitalities.
It was due to the fact that, the Hero of Ferelden, Queen and brave soul of the people, had succeeded against the Blight. Her memory would live on in history, and by her side would be mentioned her former Grey Warden companion - and now husband -, the King of Ferelden, Alistair Theirin.
A brave man for whom she owed a lot, including this happiness they shared now.
The same could be said in return. If she hadn't been there for him who knows what state Ferelden would be in…
A terrifying thought.
Despite the loss faced throughout the journey, be it loss of family, friends, workers or strangers, the Hero
Once We Sat In Our Kingdom - pt. 1
Even crammed as they are into a draughty Chantry, so that there is barely any space to stretch a limb and the air has turned milky-white with the collective vaporous gusts of their strained breath; even groggy as so many of them still feel, whimpering and shaking their wobbly heads and nursing sticky, throbbing burns or hastily bandaged cuts where the rock-hard claws of the red monsters got to them; even ache as their bodies do after a wild race for shelter, spurred on by the whip-like flaps of the great black dragon's wings - the people of Haven still find enough energy to find wriggle space and straighten up, wiping at their bleary eyes and following the Herald of Andraste with their awestruck gazes.
She flushes and hangs her head, her copper eyes widening slightly, whenever she catches them watching her, or hears a whisper rustle through the crowd, unstoppable, broken up only by a tiny reverent gasp here and there, and gathering more and more words of praise along the way, like a ti
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Hola, Magisterito! - Pt. 3
None of the slave market’s regulars ever visited Ferelden at the time of the Fifth Blight (and those who did, never made it alive out of the Denerim alienage). But if those who did so were here at this moment, and chanced to look away from the Antivan and the cultist to catch a glimpse of the procession of slaves, scurrying along inside their barrier balls, they might have recognized the young mage woman leading them off. Or… Or on second thought, maybe not.
For Nella Amell looked a bit… different back when she was travelling down the muddy, rain-lashed highways that carved their way across the Fereldan countryside; and through the mossy mazes built out of the mighty, swaying tree trunks in the Brescillian Forest, where the air was always murky and humid and smelled of rotting wood and damp soil; and across the time-gnawed dwarven bridges spanning the leering chasms of the Deep Roads, which were lit up from below by what looked like a slow, pulsing torrent of lava but
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