Iris Lavellan: The Truth About Love“And now you know,” Solas said heavily, miserably. He looked at Iris, a sad frown creasing over his narrow blue eyes. It was as if his worst fear had come to pass. He never wanted her to know that part of him. “What is the Dalish curse? ‘May the Dread Wolf Take you?’ ”Iris Lavellan: The Truth About Love by A-D-Aether
Solas halted to feel her tightness crumbling around him. He paused as he hovered over her and looked her in the eye, astonished. She had never told him she was a virgin. She was married once, and he had assumed . . .
Iris smiled at his uncertainty. Her slender fingers caressed the back of his neck and drew him close. Her long lashes fluttered down as she contemplated kissing him. His eyes softened as he allowed her small hand to guide him near. Her warm lips touched his in a tender kiss that soothed away his astonishment and concern, and he parted his lips and tasted her slowly, sliding his tongue against the warmth of her tongue. Her green eyes smiled into his eyes, and he a
Zellira Lavellan: Dirthavaren“It’s been a long time for me, Solas,” Zellira whispered uncertainly.Zellira Lavellan: Dirthavaren by A-D-Aether
“Not as long as it has been for me, I am certain,” Solas replied.
They were in the Inquisitor’s chambers in Skyhold, in the stillness and silence of the dark, with moonlight pouring through the open balconies. Zellira stood at the foot of her bed, facing it as she stared at the smooth white coverlet and its gold trim. Gold flowers laced across the matching white pillows, softness waiting for her softness. But she couldn’t move. Solas stood behind her, watching her intently. She could feel his gaze, and he could feel her anxieties, an aura of knotted pain emanating from her in hot, gentle waves.
Solas knew what was troubling Zellira. He had seen it all, had watched from the Fade as he sat beside the water. As he drifted in uthenera, the mirror image of the Waking Sea stretched away to the swirling green sky, and looking in its dark recesses, he saw her life unfol
Mahanon Lavellan: Lathbora Viran Chapter 2Chapter 2Mahanon Lavellan: Lathbora Viran Chapter 2 by A-D-Aether
Mahanon awoke the next morning, long before Cassandra did. The sun had barely come up, and beyond the balcony, the sky was awash with pale golden light. Birds were singing their first songs as faint sunlight streamed across the bed, dancing with dust motes. Mahanon wasn’t surprised that he’d awoken early. As time went by, he found himself needing to sleep less and less. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten, but he could smell breakfast, warm and buttery, from the kitchen, and the fact that his stomach didn’t growl alarmed him. What was happening to him? His hand lay glowing on the sheets, and as he slowly raised it and frowned at it, Cassandra stirred bedside him.
“Mmm. Maha? Are you awake already?” she moaned.
Mahanon glanced over and smiled. She looked beautiful lying there, naked in the sunlight, the sheets twisted around her long, shapely legs. Only one of her breasts was covered, and the dark nipple stood against the cold ai
Mahanon Lavellan: Lathbora Viran Chapter 1Chapter 1Mahanon Lavellan: Lathbora Viran Chapter 1 by A-D-Aether
Mahanon had been avoiding the Dalish camp since they came to the Exalted Plains. Just being in the Dales and knowing he could not give it back to his people was painful enough. But he also knew he couldn’t avoid them forever, and he decided that perhaps he wasn’t giving them enough credit. Perhaps they wouldn’t be angry or spiteful at all.
He remembered speaking to Solas about becoming a Knight Enchanter and lamenting the fact that ancient Knight Enchanters would probably be angry that he was using their art to defend the very Chantry that had slaughtered their people. Solas had offered him comfort, reminding him that people were often full of surprises. And who knows? The Knight Enchanters of old just might be proud. The older elf then smiled, sat behind his desk, and returned to his studies.
After speaking with Solas, Mahanon decided to give the Dalish a chance. He went with Solas, Varric, and Cassandra to see them in the Exalted Plains, and he was surpris
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"Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle, " Plato, on cruelty.
"Love is a battle, love is a war, love is a growing up," James Baldwin, on love.
"Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all," Vincent van Gogh, on life.
"Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman: one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive," Morrigan, on men.
"Well for the first couple of days I just stood in the driveway. But after a while that stopped being fulfilling," Earl Sinclair on work.
"Loo loo loo, I've got some apples. Loo loo loo, you've got some too," Butters . . . on . . . something.
"It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation." Melville, creativity.
"ALL poor people in countries all over the WORLD are of "inferior intelligence" because they have no access to proper education and brain nourishing nutritional foods. You should not be asking why black people are "intellectually inferior." You should be asking what kind of society you live in that would lead you to attribute everything to RACE and not SOCIAL STATUS." Me, on racism and ignorance.