I remember of all the things about him, his gaze was the main thing that morphed my view. His face generally showed little emotion aside from his eyes, yet they could tell stories with such vivid detail without his lips every echoing a word. He would often appear optimistic whenever I saw him, creating humorous remarks and sometimes pulling a small smirk on the corner of his smile. But the day I spent with him he showed very little of those amenities, they were all replaced with quiet and judgement. He had vigorously invited me yet that day he stared down at me like a clueless child, casting deep shadows the size of trenches in my self es
I laid there, my arms cradled around her, just watching her breath. The window above sent the only light into the hazy room, casting distorted images that rolled down her body with each breath she drew. As I laid there, I heard her breathing become stifled, and watched her small frame begin to quiver. Each bone that jutted from her body shifted as she lay there in my arms, crying. I lifted myself as gently as possible to watch her face without moving her, and my heart dented at the sight. She was wrapping herself around a pillow while laying in my arms, sleeping yet crying. Tears rolled down her face and caught on her cheekbones and lips
I remember of all the things about him, his gaze was the main thing that morphed my view. His face generally showed little emotion aside from his eyes, yet they could tell stories with such vivid detail without his lips every echoing a word. He would often appear optimistic whenever I saw him, creating humorous remarks and sometimes pulling a small smirk on the corner of his smile. But the day I spent with him he showed very little of those amenities, they were all replaced with quiet and judgement. He had vigorously invited me yet that day he stared down at me like a clueless child, casting deep shadows the size of trenches in my self es
I laid there, my arms cradled around her, just watching her breath. The window above sent the only light into the hazy room, casting distorted images that rolled down her body with each breath she drew. As I laid there, I heard her breathing become stifled, and watched her small frame begin to quiver. Each bone that jutted from her body shifted as she lay there in my arms, crying. I lifted myself as gently as possible to watch her face without moving her, and my heart dented at the sight. She was wrapping herself around a pillow while laying in my arms, sleeping yet crying. Tears rolled down her face and caught on her cheekbones and lips
Ballad Of Odd Lovers by crookedbitterfingers, literature
Literature
Ballad Of Odd Lovers
Take my pleading hand and bruise me.
Paint purple crocuses on your body.
Dig your nails deep in my limpid skin.
The surging pain will throw you in.
Consume my every breath and choke me.
Hold you so tight you can no longer breathe.
Tear all my fragile limbs if you must.
Crack your bones and grind them to dust.
Let your crimson eyes pierce through me.
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Letters of Regret - Anders by LilSisSyd, literature
Literature
Letters of Regret - Anders
Title: Letters of Regret - Anders
Author: LilSisSyd
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Anders x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns everything regarding Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot.
(y/n)-Your Name
(h/c)-Hair Color
(h/l)-Hair Length
(h/t)-Hair Type
(e/c)-Eye Color
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Anders sighed as he laid his head into the palms of his calloused hands. He was hungry, yet he couldn’t bring himself to eat. He was exhausted, but he could find no peace in sleep. It was a sickness that he could not find the cure to stop this pain that ate him away from
Sleep sleep Maker all I want to do is sleep shut the hell up Justice
I feel her move against me, her soft curves meeting my hard angles and I soak in the heat of her body. This is absolute bliss no Deep Roads Expedition, no Blight, no Architect just Maeve and I I never want it to end
SSSSccccRRrrraaaaaaaAAAAATCH!!!!!!!!!!! THUD!!!
Sadly though, the dog does Maker but I miss Pounce
"Shut up Marley." Maeve hisses, her deliciously rough hands moving over me, caressing my torso to the point where I'm actually about to start purring. I don't open my eyes; just blindly push my face towards
7 Minutes in Heaven Dragon Age - Anders by LilSisSyd, literature
Literature
7 Minutes in Heaven Dragon Age - Anders
Title: 7 Minutes in Heaven Dragon Age - Anders
Author: LilSisSyd
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Anders x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns anything associated with Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot.
(y/n)-Your Name
(h/c)-Hair Color
(h/l)-Hair Length
(e/c)-Eye Color
I smile as I got up and walked over to where Zevran was patiently waiting for me. Honestly, I thought that this game could be fun…especially if I managed to pull out a certain pouty mage’s item. I felt my smile tug even further at the corners of my lips as I took a quick glance at Anders. Once I reached the happy elf holding the helmet
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