Elethea's Selfish Yes But Also Literally Everything She Does Is For Her Own Warped Perception Of "the

ELETHEA + HIGHEVER & GWAREN.

i miss my wife. like for a potential little low effort starter from elethea to get the ball rolling

the bog wife.

dialogue prompts from the bog wife by kay chronister.

don't tell me you didn't see it.

things are coming to their natural conclusion.

can't i please make you something to eat? you'd feel better.

____ loved you most.

you won't get the heart of me. that's somewhere you can't reach.

you having a panic attack?

i don't even know what home will look like.

i've never known you to say anything you didn't mean.

how is it sacred, if you're not afraid of it?

you can sleep with me, if you want. like we used to.

i know i used to annoy you. i won't now. i promise.

just do whatever you'd do if i weren't here.

saying something enough times won't make it true.

did you ever fall in love, when you were out there?

make coffee. make a lot of it.

i don't always do what i'm told.

there's no way to start but to start.

it's not healthy, what we're doing.

one down, the rest of our lives to go.

only the rich can afford to be sick nowadays.

would you read to me?

no one has to know.

i'm glad you're still alive.

i'm okay. i'm not going anywhere.

you from around here?

you feel so far away now.

i want you to tell me things. i want to know everything about you.

what? why aren't you saying anything?

where else would i go?

i don't want strangers to come here.

night is always the most precarious time.

you know how babies are made, right?

just say it. what do you think happened?

i keep thinking of things i want to tell you about.

are you really going to lecture me?

aren't we still a family?

you can come with me. i'll take care of you.

do you not get that we are separate people?

i thought i was doing what i had to.

i need you to see something.

you will not survive not changing.

soon i will be unrecognizable to you.

i will still be here, but not like before.

have you ever heard anything i've said?

why aren't you angry?

i know you think i'm a tyrant.

i've been hanging on for so long, i'm afraid of what would happen if i ever let go now.

none of us know how to take care of ourselves.

you ended up stronger than the rest of us.

sometimes it doesn't seem like you can hear me.

i've never not been alone.

i don't want to be lonely anymore.

where were you, before?

you've been changing for a while, now.

i need to be someone else.

Katherine May, from Wintering: How I learned to Flourish when Life became Frozen 

Yes, Elethea was trained to fight from an early age (I imagine her martial training started when she was about 12-13) but it was always the graceful, noble type of fighting. It involved a lot of proper forms, precision, and whatnot. But the fighting Elethea actually winds up doing during the Blight is ugly and violent. It is closer to berserker/barbarian style fighting, she screams and growls, making dirty moves, and biting when she has to. And she loves it, she loves the power it gives her, especially in a time when she has been made to feel utterly powerless, with every choice taken from her. She loves killing, and that's the problem.

uh oh..

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

DIFFICULT PERSON TEST.

RESULTS: You are an extremely difficult person to get along with (81.43%).

@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."

i am normal about elethea and highever and gwaren and ferelden and the blight and grey wardens and the mage templar war and the dragon age series as a whole and i can be trusted to think about them a normal amount and in an entirely sane capacity