𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐘𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐙𝐎𝐄

@chanticle, for jayne. starter call.

"don't grow too accustomed to this," she gingerly sets her pack down by the door. in the morning, they would abandon denerim in pursuit of genitivi & his impossible search for the urn. but they had earned a night in a proper bed, even if that meant her & her sister had to double up. (the cost of things was beginning to appall elethea, or rather, lacking money was beginning to appall her.) and a few rooms at an inn were an alarming price, especially with the unimpressive state of the decor. that such drab accommodations were in the realm of luxury to her, now, was a testament to how very far they had fallen. "though, i'd say - if we find this urn & cure the arl, the least he can do is cover such costs, hm?"

ELETHEA + HIGHEVER & GWAREN.

the cousland/dragon age origins series that exists in my head would be stylistically and tonally very similar to the green knight i will not elaborate further

i am once again asking yall to revive the pacific rim rpc with me

elethea is so fucked up even gay sex would not fix her i'm afraid

make affiliated jaeger pilots with me 🔪

@starkhvn, sebastian & elethea - your love of this place…i can feel it. anyone can.

THE SINCERITY IN HIS VOICE CATCHES HER OFF - GUARD, perhaps fereldans were known to be of a blunter nature, but even she was unused to such earnestness. it was plain that the prince meant nothing ill by his words; in fact, she sensed an undercurrent of praise in his tone. but she had spent so long in hostile company in her youth that she was still unsure of what to make of such comments. whether he had some hidden meaning tucked within a phrase somewhere, or if his suggested admiration was simply that. uncomfortable with the vulnerability that came with being so astutely observed — especially coupled with the insinuation that anyone could sense such tenderness from her, she squirms a little beneath his seemingly all - seeing gaze. twisting at the rings on her fingers, and permitting a soft chuckle to huff from her as they walk. "gracious, am i so very obvious? i shall strive to be more discreet in future," mirth ringing in her tone to mask the surprise. she shrugs simply. "it's my home, doesn't everyone love their home?"

even with howe long dead, it felt dangerous to be known to love anything. and love did not quite suffice when it came to the depths of her feeling for gwaren. it was both her child & an extension of her very being. the devotion she felt for the teyrnir was such that it made her feel guilty, at times, to know that she had never loved highever with such ardor. perhaps it was because it was entirely hers - highever had belonged to her parents, and to her brother. gwaren belonged solely to elethea, and it was loved with fittingly possessive ferocity. "she has a sort of stubborn charm, you'll see. i couldn't help it — you must be careful, or she'll grow on you, too."

@prodigum, leliana & elethea - fear does not work as long as there is hope.

LIPS PART, THEN CLOSE IN THE SAME SECOND — hesitation, tactful restraint; then a touch of condescending bemusement that turns the corners of her mouth. half - frown, half - smile & a glance away that is almost a roll of her eyes. what hope is there? even elethea could hardly see it. it had been fear, not hope that had kept her alive thus far. fear and anger. any hope she had dared to harbor had been swiftly cut down & stamped out at every turn. other such vitriolic cynicism sits on her tongue, bitterly acidic and swiftly swallowed. it is an endearingly naive sentence bred from the same mind that believed a dream to be a message from the maker. but she cannot doubt the existence of hope — not when she is meant to be the one they look to for guidance & inspiration. if the leader of their doughty, hopeless band of misfits did not have hope in their cause, then why should any of they? "you sound so sure, leliana," a vague hand gestures to the sorry scene before them, the tension which hung over the city so thick one could choke on it. she had never seen denerim so still. "but fear has been the stronger force thus far."

the blight is just elethea manically trying to maintain her coquettecore aesthetic while the world is literally ending

Impossible loves. I am very much afraid they can become an addiction.