Send ⛄ to build a snowman with my muse!

* interview the muse

[[ Oh lowdy, I thought this was just one of the other starters. NUDITY IT IS ]]

Her form sank further into the water, barely half her head was above the surface. Her nose, eyes.  This had been a bit unexpected. Cole did have a bad habit of being all too quiet, and blissfully clueless on occasion.

This was one of these occasions.  She wasn’t even sure how to explain it to him, but averted her eyes. Suddenly that tree across the small pond was immensely interesting. Hugely so.

Moments later she stood up a little bit, just so her mouth was above, and chin. That way at least she could answer.

“- As much as that is true Cole, unlike animals, we do not have coats, fur, scales to protect us. We make our own. Clothing, armour, stuff like that. Without it we feel vulnerable and weak.” It was an odd mental thing. She herself certainly didn’t like being walked in on naked, but she did pack a better punch than most.

“- Now are you joining so we can have a water-fight here or are you just gonna stand there!?” 

Send 💗 to pull my muse into a sudden hug and hold them tight, refusing to let go

Please explain to my Muse why you’re naked.

Fun Christmas idea:

Hang mistletoe but instead of kissing you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it

Mistlefoe™

I hate it when people ask “do you trust me” like …don’t call me out like that ……..the answer is no

Iron Man  {Sentence Starters}

Solas and Ellowyn for @wishingfervently

Let’s pretend it was a happy ending!!! 

Headcanon thingy you posted :)

@herahmaravas

Ask didn’t have enough spaaace so I am just tagging you instead <3 

I know they don’t know each other and stuff but I couldn’t help it? Once upon a time, Eluned was looking for a sparring partner. Eluned is as tall as most men, strong as few, and capable warrior and fighter. Adding to this, she is an avvar and mostly grew up int he wilds, so convincing guards and men to spar with her can be quite a hassle. So one time, after they all withdrew, she turned around and pretty much bumped straight into Herah. Who….was more than happy to oblige with sparring. Seeing as she often faces the same problem.

Ever since the two of them spar on a regular basis. There’s a lot of shouting, screams, and roars. Things gets thrown and ruined. Weapons and shields get broken and fixed. The two of them will normally go at it for a set time, not points, if only to get to endurance and a good work out. In other words, it isn’t as organized and gentle as most other spars, and Cullen’s men and Cullen himself will normally keep a distance, but stare in horrified fascination when they start. The Iron-bull much approves though. For reasons.

//Rofling, omg. Herah would love to spar, and shit would get crazy fast, but it’d be even worse than you say, because you’ve got Elu who is a fiercely powerful destruction mage who likes her fire and shit, and Herah’s speciality is ice and lightning and force. She does actually fight front and center, because her staff doubles as a great sword and has the edges to prove it, so less broken weapons cuz if Elu broke her staff Herah would just kill her TBH. XP But omg she’d be so happy to have someone to play with XD and then they’d have a system of loser buys drinks.

Total gal pals.

// I know right! Eluned wouldn’t break  her staff. They be precious and hard to make. More like more ready to go weapons. Such as swords and shields. They will break, a lot. Eluned respects special items too much to destroy them in a spar. In a real fight tho, she’d gladly take shit down. Eluned would just be so happy to have a sparring partner tbh. 

I just picture Cullen having a talk with his men, when suddenly ‘BOOM’ lots of bight colours and the feeling of warm and cold air churning through the nearby area, and him just going o_o “ok guies, we need to head inside for a bit...”

“Yes. I understand that.” He agreed with that sentiment. Sometimes, even if the help was obvious, it was difficult to pinpoint intentions. Sometimes, what signs existed wavered right before the very eyes, but the sight was blind making it impossible to see. He knew better than most that actions could be misinterpreted, words, misconstrued. It was all about perspective. That was what he struggled to clench. How to make it so the perspective was different, tuned in to how it should rather than how it was.

He pressed his fingers together just so, slipping them down into the warm glove offered to him.

Swish swish

He could hear the motion of material scratching as he moved his hand, balling fingers into tight fists, or rubbing them against his mismatched shirt. Cole was very attune to sound. Very aware, perhaps overly so, of the music the world produced on its own. He liked to experiment, much to the chagrin of his companions.

“Thank you for the gloves.” It did feel better, chasing out the chill settled deep into muscle until it seemed almost to freeze the bone. It became difficult to focus, to move the fingers like they should but it wasn’t terribly alarming to him. Only another reaction his body had to a world he was adjusting to.

“I will stay with you.” He nodded, presumably to take her up on her kind offer of sanctuary, but he had his own specific motive for lingering. It was a hard thing, to predict where his attention might drift. He had a higher cause, but one that would not unfurl straight away. It was safe, perfectly permissible to stray. Though maybe not without telling anyone.

Did they remember him?

“No. The song is not always so pleasant. It can be loud and overwhelming too. Sad and lonely, a place full and yet so isolated. I hate it.” Why he would follow the song with such strong sentiment, who could say? Maybe because it was impossible to resist on occasion. Maybe because he had long learned how to read the melody to know where it would eventually lead him.

The young man seemed different. It would stay with her until she figured out what it was. If he heard the fade, the song, she assumed he was a mage. His intentions seemed to be searching for something, but out there was nothing but mountains ,the wilds and whatever rested within the woods.

“There you go. It will keep your fingers warm. Are your feet in good health??” she asked, taking a couple of steps forward to lead towards her camp. It wasn’t far. The brunette’s head tilted, watching him rubbing his hands and mittens against his shirt. It didn’t look like much either. Perhaps it was time to hunt a few more animals, or she could always travel back into a city to see if she could find his friends.

“You are welcome to stay with me of course, but will your friends not miss you? Or perhaps your family will notice they are a son short?”  He was a bit scrawny and shaggy looking, but surely he had someone. “Also you are welcome,..” with that she continued, and hoped he followed suit as she headed into the forest. Following her old footsteps she lead them through brush, trees, and up a small path...

Nestled neatly in a area shielded for wind, was something that resembled a tent. Wooden pillars supported together on the top middle, and around it was some sort of pelts or skin that bound together. Around the camp was a carriage, a horse, some food items, and dried herbs. From the top of the tent, came smoke. “This is my lavvo. It’s warmer than it looks I promise..” pulling the fabric, that essentially was the door aside so he could rest there for the night.

“We can go looking for your friends in the morning....”

Holding her breath for a moment, she couldn’t restrain her curiosity. “My mother used to hear the fade, and spirits , just as she heard people she said. If she was alive I could only guess that the two of you would have interesting conversations. I can’t hear it, I just always wondered what it sounded like. Hearing spirits, hearing and sensing the fade like she did....do you want anything to eat?”