I really love this one, actually—it’s so soft and warm, heartfelt, I think. And I love their expressions.
(… so I’ve decided to try to do that 30 days set of prompts that has been going around, though I certainly will not write one every day. Maybe every non-work-day, though. And unfortunately they’re going to start out of order because I’m a terrible person, but hopefully it will smooth out after this one. I just had Thoughts about it. Erm, anyway, right, I am using this as an exercise to flesh out my f!Mahariel, Lyna, so they will typically be a little introspective and mostly things that are not played out in-game (and probably not moments shown in the project with sakuratsukikage, either). I guess they’re filling in the gaps of the story as much as the character.
This is the first thing I’ve even been able to write in, like, months, so any concrit or comments in general would be helpful.)
Day 2. Accusation (398 words, G)
Tamlen’s dead, Lyna realized, the thought as sharp and sudden as a needleprick.
Eeeee, I love this. It’s short and kind of sharp, and I love how Lyna and Arelan interact in it, and also what it shows about her, and her thoughts on things. :D It is great.
“Chin up, Love.”
Alistair/Lady A experiment piece with liquid watercolors before bed, as a personal treat after a long day. The medium is a tough beast to control, but look at the color brilliance ;3;
/runs before getting lobbed with a trout from someone.
Okay, trying to get something posted tonight, however I feel about such things at the moment, just to help myself get past this. Have some Reda-centric short fic, dealing with the events of the Dwarf Noble Origin.
The sword sunk deep into the darkspawn’s chest, spraying dark blood across Reda’s face, and she wrenched it free with both hands, wiping her face with her arm before she continued. She could still feel it drying in her hair, and for a moment her old sense of humor returned to her, half-hysterically, and she wondered what Lady Helmi would think if she saw her now, in tattered commoner’s clothing and hair soaked with darkspawn blood. Maybe she’d set a new fashion at the next feast, look what Princess Aeducan is wearing—
The next swing of her sword took off the head of a genlock as it came tearing around the corner at her.
So this piece was written for me by the amazing jillyfae who I just can’t gdflkgfkhj seriously I am so blown away that someone would go to the trouble to write a fic for me!Here it is as requested in a rebloggable post. THANKS SO MUCH…
see this is just encouraging me to subtly ask everyone to write me fic in the future
…and i will draw them something of course you think i’d ask for something for nothin
This is amazing, and so adorable. I love it.