Ellana looked surprised at the offer, laughing as she gathered the thick, rather simplistic braid over her shoulder and flattened some of the escaping curls back against the platinum locks. ❝ If your hair is any demonstration, I’m sure that’s true. Although I don’t necessarily think I have the time as Inquisitor to be trying to make any men’s or women’s knees crumble. Unless you can think of someone who might fall to their knees for me here within the hold. ❞
“You would hardly need to try.” He noted casually, as if it were matter of fact. “But does not everyone here bend their knee to their Herald when you walk by? By now you must grow tired of it. Far more important, I would think, is the one able to make you swoon.” He smiled daringly at her, making a point to hold her gaze.
“Perhaps even someone right here within this hold.”
@duchesstart liked this for a starter with Bran.
He should have been watching where he was walking. But instead his eyes were glued to the sky as dark clouds swirled overhead. They were unusual clouds, he thought. Even without the weird way the breach had scarred the sky, the clouds seemed oddly shaped and heavier than usual. He found them menacing, and yet it calmed him somehow. So distracted by the scene above, he failed to notice the woman whose backside he marched right into. Startled from the impact, he fell to the ground and looked up with wide, apologetic eyes.
“Whoa you’re… there.” He said, failing to find better words. “Sorry, I didn’t see you.” He picked himself off the ground, brushing off dirt and grass. “I haven’t seen you around before, are you new?” Or maybe he just hadn’t been paying attention. He had only been with the Inquisition for a few months, and every day he was meeting new people. Still, something about her seemed to emphasize her presence, and it surprised him that he hadn’t noticed her before.
"You can sort your life out anytime; the pub closes in five hours." - For Bran
“Huh?” It took him a few seconds to register that the voice talking was directed at him. He looked around until his eyes fell on the source. “Oh, are you the owner? Should I leave?” Five hours seemed like a long time to him, but all the same it was getting awfully late, and he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. Somehow he had lost track of the time, too busy with whatever thoughts were in his head. He looked down at the empty cup in his hands. Truthfully it had only been filled with water, he didn’t really have a taste for those types of spirits. “I’ve sorted my life,” He continued, now thinking on that. “At least I think I have? Have you?”
’ i wish i still had your innocence. ’ Sasha to Bran
“I’m innocent?” He tilted his head, unsure how to take the comment. “What makes someone innocent?”
multimuse grape vine
This for all multi muses or really anyone with more than one muse even if they’re on a different blog! Have your muses dish the dirt about each other.
Send 💘 for Muse A to talk about Muse’s B love life (or lack of one)
Send 😰 for Muse A to tell a embarrassing story about Muse B
Send ☠️ for Muse A to say something unsettling about Muse B
Send 📂 for Muse A to comment something about a current thread of Muse B’s
Send ⏪ for Muse A to comment on Muse B’s past/backstory
Send ⏩ for Muse A to predict what they think Muse B’s future will be like
Send 🍇 for Muse A to comment on Muse B’s eating habit (favorite food, least favorite, eating etiquette, ect)
Send 👍 for something Muse A likes about Muse B
Send 👎 for something Muse A dislikes about Muse B
Send 🔥 for Muse A to attempt roasting Muse B
Send 👌 for Muse A to state if Muse B is aesthetically attractive or adorable (or not)
Send 💞 for Muse A to comment on Muse B’s relationships and/or people they know
y’all should love my OC Bran and like this or message me for a starter for him
@despiour / bran + [randomly chosen] iseris
“Are you okay…? You look lost…”
“Uhhhh, yes, I think, is the answer to that. I’m great, I mean. Maybe lost. Well no, I know where I am… But I didn’t mean to be here ..” He hesitated, sensing that he was being confusing. “I’m Bran.” He held out a hand.
Nudity Roleplay Scenarios | ACCEPTING
@despiour sent: ♨- Dali for Nethra
Andruil had some long meeting with the other Evanuris to attend to in Arlathan and Dalineva had some time on her hands, instead of having to sit in on it. It was apparently a private meeting, with only the Evanuris allowed. Not that that would stop them from ranting about the meeting afterwards.
But Dalineva had decided to take in the luxuries afforded to her as a high priestess of an Evanuris. And one of those was enjoying the hot springs reserved specifically for those of higher caliber than the lessers. Having stripped and settled back, she was relaxed for a few minutes until her acute senses realized someone else was coming towards her. Cold blue eyes opened and looked at the man, who she recognized as being a high priest for Falon’Din. A closed lip smile laced it’s way across her features in greeting.
“I see you must be waiting for yours to be finished as well,” she said then motioned to the water. “Feel free to join me. The water is very welcoming.”
A smile played on Nethra’s lips as he noticed his company. How rare it seemed these days to enjoy the presence of an equal. He seemed to glide to the edge of the spring. Looming over her, he made no attempt to hide wandering gaze.
“Well,” His voice dripped with a sensual interest. “Such a fine form. You honor the Gods with your allure.”
He made a show of himself, stripping in a boastful tease for her, before joining her in the hot waters.
“What a luxury it is to find moments of pleasure during these troubled times.” As if teetering on the brink of war with the Dwarves wasn’t enough, they had all heard of the growing heretical uprising. And it felt increasingly difficult to find a space where tensions weren’t at a breaking point. “How goes The Hunt?” He asked, referring to her work with Andruil.
Nudity Roleplay Scenarios | ACCEPTING
@despiour sent: 🧺 rahna for fenvir
His clothes needed to be washed. He’d been traveling, trying to find answers or pieces to the puzzle to build on it more. Finding a rather…Argumentative ancient elf waking up from Uthenera hadn’t been on his planned activities and definitely had taken more of his time than he had anticipated.
With a sigh, he sat by the spring, having already removed his robe, now pulling his shirt over his head to start tending to it. Luckily there weren’t any holes he would need to mend, just a quick clean and hang to dry—
He turned quickly, hearing something move behind him, magic lighting up in his hand, prepared for offense. Then he realized who it was, the ancient elf he’d ended up having tag along with him, as that was a safer option than letting her wander off on her own.
“You should announce yourself before walking up behind someone,” he said, waving his hand and the magical glow disappearing.
“Like you could hurt me, even if you tried.” She spat back, quickly. She decidedly hated the situation she found herself in. Everything was so… much. A thousand year hangover made infinitely worse by the pressure of this.. veil. It was a constant, crushing weight, and she hated the boy for acting like he didn’t feel it at all. She felt weak, liable to collapse at the brush of a stiff wind. And it only made her hate him more for having no choice but to rely on his help.
After a beat, the moment she had walked in on was made clear to her. Her eyes landed on nape of his neck and she let her gaze trail down the gentle curve of his spine till the view ended at his backside. He looked so warm.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and gave him a hard stare. “Well? Don’t let me stop you, stud.” She aimed to make him uncomfortable; to make him feel watched and judged so she could take back some semblance of control over a dynamic that otherwise left her feeling exceedingly vulnerable.
❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞ - for Nethra?
Dragon age starters || ACCEPTING! - @lavellanshe
“As you should; you wear it so well. But if you ever desired an equally stunning change of pace, I could make you a braid that would make men weak at the knees.”
