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postambientlux · 1 year
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• imryll • mortal • bit.ly/iRlL-mTl
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pinayelf · 16 days
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immy portrait I did a couple weeks ago when I started my dai replay ❤️
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greypetrel · 1 month
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Sugar, pumpkin spice and everything nice ✨🌺✨
@pinayelf's Immy is a joy to have on your dash, and also a joy to draw. It is not a palette I normally use, and I had fun in experimenting on more pastel, dawn-like colours, and with a more romantic and girly dress than I normally would, and it was fun to draw something new and so wholesome. And, got the chance to draw Garrett who'd just decide that a hug was overdue.
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lotreckk · 6 months
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day 7 - underdark
not me drawing druid drow tav/nere moment in my silly goofy mood
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palipunk · 1 year
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Some gift art for my darling @cullenvhenan of her Imryll Lavellan and Cullen post trespasser, she’s been having a rough time lately so please send some love her way 🖤
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burlveneer-music · 10 months
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Rắn Cạp Đuôi Collective - *1 - experimental music from Vietnam: ethereal vocals, shimmering soundscapes, and pounding percussion, often in the same track
Following their acclaimed debut album "Ngủ Ngày Ngay Ngày Tận Thế" on Berlin label Subtext, experimental collective Rắn Cạp Đuôi set to release "*1" on Saigon-based label and collective Nhạc Gãy. Rắn Cạp Đuôi has been at the forefront of sound art and experimental music in Saigon, Vietnam, since their formation in 2015. Their fearless musical approach is evident in their diverse performances, ranging from a nonstop 48-hour performance in a local gallery to a three-drum improvisation at Nhạc Gãy’s Boiler Room. The artists behind Rắn Cạp Đuôi are in a constant state of flux and deconstruction, resulting in an ever-evolving sound and unapologetic approach to music-making. "*1", delves into nonlinear surreal soundscapes, presenting a variegated sonic tapestry of collages, glitch, and plunderphonics that embodies themes of love, seclusion, and misunderstandings. Through its chaotic dislocated elements, "*1" conjures both moments of blissful transcendences and cathartic releases that defy expectability and algorithms.
Written by Zach Sch Produced: Rắn Cạp Đuôi Collective Vocals: Imryll aka Tsai Meng You (1, 2, 5), Lý Trang (5), Tran Uy Duc (5, 7), Khánh Như Văn (8), Hà Anh Vũ (9) Instruments: on 4, 5, 6, 7 by Phạm Thế Vũ, Đỗ Hoàng Tuấn Anh, Zach Sch, and Spencer Nguyen Artwork: Vân Anh Special thanks to: Aho Ssan, Anh Phi Tran, Đôn Nodey (Studio É È), Đỗ Thị Thiên Hương, Harvey Stauce, Hồng Phước Văn, Khoi Nguyen, Leo Kyriacopoulos, Nguyễn Văn Đức Nguyên, Puppy Ri0t
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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 6 months
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Fic Update: The Roles We Play (Chapter 2: The Doppler Tailor)
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Sarah lays Rose Red to rest by returning the dress. She meets the tailor instead!
Imryl pushed a dress stand on wheels towards the male elf. The rose dress was mounted on it.
“Isn’t this one of your creations, Elihal?”
“Part of my spring collection to be exact!”
The male elf called Elihal replied, then glanced at Sarah “Oh, so you are the customer! I am Elihal, tailor and owner of The Stylish Dopper. Shame I was not there to greet you in person. I had an engagement I couldn’t miss.” Elihal wore a doublet of dark gray and white fabric with deep green trim. He made a sweeping gesture with his right hand as he bends for a graceful bow.
Sarah found Elihal fascinating. Though he has the sharp features distinct to his race, his voice is deep and ethereal, smooth as silk and a touch hypnotic. If Ida was a male, he’d be Elihal.
“I am Sarah. Pleasure to finally meet you, master tailor-“ Elihal scoffed, interrupted her with a swift hand-flip.
“Please, Elihal will do! And my thanks for purchasing one of my pieces.” He regarded the dress with a look of pride.
Sarah grimaced. “Uh, yes… about that-“
“Oh? Does it need repairs?” He was giving the dress a quick look over, ruffled the petals and couldn’t find any visible damage. “Fear not, I can patch any clothing on the spot, but I left my tools in the shop. Let us finish our beauty regimen first and we will discuss the dress on our way to my humble establishment.”
After coins were exchanged for the service, Elihal and Sarah walked together towards The Stylish Doopler. Elihal carried the dress, safely folded back into the box. The weight didn’t seem to bother him. He held the door open for her while his other arm supported the box.
Sarah was glad he has not flipped the signage to “Open” yet.
It took a few minutes to drape the dress onto one of the headless mannequins. They both stared at it admiringly. Elihal glanced at Sarah and saw her look of sorrow. He misinterpreted the cause.
“Do not worry, lady Sarah. There is no hole or rip I cannot fix and, before you know it, it looks like it was never damaged at all!”
Sarah shook her head. “It’s not that. The dress is in pristine condition. I came here in hopes of returning it.”
Those manicured hands went up to Elihal’s chest, accompanying the sharp inhale and wider eyes.
“Re-return?” He choked. Sarah guessed that word never occurred to him in his entire career as tailor.
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booknotesbyathina · 1 year
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Hello everyone!! Today I am really excited to share with you the beautiful art print for The Claw and the Crowned by Sarah M. Cradit (@sarahmcradit). The art print is Imryll’s Portrait and it was done by Nora Adamszki (@adamszkiart) The book is a fantasy romance and is the fifth in The Book Of All Things series but it reads as a standalone. It belongs in The Sceptre Cycle. The book will be released on January 3rd 2023. *** About the book: Freedom is her desire. Vengeance is his price. Slip into this scintillating tale of a young royal whose loyalty is torn between the prince she was sold to and the tempestuous knight determined to ruin her. *** #tcatc #tboat #craditcoreteam #drazyll #theclawandthecrowned #thebookofallthings #fantasyromance #beautifulbooks #darkfantasyromance #epicfantasy #kotws #bookstagram #characterart #fantasycharacterart #goodgirlvibes #greekbookstagram #instavivlio #vivlio #diavazo #eucitesc #mybookfeatures #over30sbookstagram #bookstamums #booknotes_athina (at Sitia , Crête) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl9OxtaI5xX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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nessietwihard02 · 1 year
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✨✨✨𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋✨✨✨⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣ Hello, bookish friends!⁣⁣ ⁣ 𝐐𝐎𝐓𝐃: Any exciting weekend plans?⁣ ⁣ 𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐃: I’m gonna go on a trip this weekend and it involves the sea, the sand and the sun🤩 I might not be as active this weekend because of that🤣⁣ ⁣ So thrilled to finally unveil this stunning Imryll portrait by Nora Adamszki @adamszkiart for 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐌. 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭’𝐬 “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝”🤩😍 Just look at all the details and it definitely gets you excited for release day on 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 3𝐫𝐝! ⁣ ⁣ 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛⁣ ⁣ 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆.⁣ ⁣ Slip into this scintillating tale of a young royal whose loyalty is torn between the prince she was sold to and the tempestuous knight determined to ruin her.⁣ ⁣ __⁣ ⁣ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 is a series of standalone fantasy romance tales set in the vibrant, epic world first introduced by USA Today Bestselling Author Sarah M. Cradit in the Kingdom of the White Sea trilogy.⁣ ⁣ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 is the first story in the 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 of The Book of All Things.⁣ ⁣ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞:⁣ Stolen thrones, love triangles, arranged marriages, and fractured duty from the descendants of Ilynglass (high heat)⁣ The Claw and the Crowned⁣ The Duke and the Disciple⁣ ⁣ #TheBookwormPrincess👸🏻⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ #tcatc #tboat #craditcoreteam #drazyll #theclawandthecrowned #thebookofallthings #fantasyromance #beautifulbooks #darkfantasyromance #epicfantasy #kotws #characterart #fantasycharacterart #goodgirlvibes⁣ #bibliophile #bookstagram #books #readersofig #igreads #booklover #bookaholic #mybookfeatures #bookstagramcommunity #booklovers #PageTurnersPH #bookstagramfeaturesonly #booksbooksbooks⁣ #bookish #bookworm https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl8sqhTLY0w/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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supersupersounds · 2 years
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PSALM008: Mortal by Imryll
 Imryll - PSALM008: Mortal
Anyone up for some Taiwanese gltich doom ambience?? It’s dark. deep and spooky, and well worth the trip! Enjoy. -Kris
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pinayelf · 9 months
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Saw this dai mod for a dress and i was inspired to draw immy in something like it 🌺 (+ Cullen not being able to keep his hands off her 🥰)
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urdnotgrunt · 3 years
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@frenchy-and-the-sea introduced me to this picrew via twitter yesterday and i’ve been playing it EVER SINCE
in order, left to right and top to bottom:
• [d&d] sarula odalys durothil, half elf half dwarf, lore bard/light cleric
• [d&d] kai-mal “silk”, air genasi, lore bard
• [d&d] tavish darros, human, brute fighter/fiend pact of the blade warlock
• [d&d] cyne, yuan-ti pureblood experiment, drunken master monk
• [d&d] guin dankil, resurrected scourge aasimar, currently classless
• [d&d] imryll rhoben, wood elf, beast conclave ranger/rogue
• [mutants & masterminds] noreen “nori” gray-oyama, teenage superhero, ink wash
• [seven cities] ignacia “iggy” fuentes, cartographer, amateur naturalist
pls do this picrew, there are SO many options and it’s amazing
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indicinis · 4 years
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My ArcheAge Unchained elf - Imryll! And her yet-to-be named elk.
The game’s Wynn server queues are long and tedious, 4-5 hours wait... Give me so much time to draw.
Commission Me!
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marabrosca · 2 years
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[REUPLOAD] - What You Seek Will Find You (Cullen x Lavellan)
a commission for @cullenvhenan with her OC immy 
words: 3k
summary: Cullen reflects on his heart's desires, and comes to the one thing he wants the most. (Cullen’s pov fic and his falling in love with Imryll Lavellan)
tags: pining, soft, romance, kissing
warning: contains mentions of racism/colorism but is never directly said to any poc
Read it on AO3
It was uncomfortable to see a chantry half full, Cullen decided. He couldn’t remember a time where he and his family would attend a sermon, and be joined by only a dozen people. The chantry in his youth accommodated with every seat and then some, as many late arrivals would continue to listen to the Revered Mother’s litany whilst standing in the back by the front door. Having the room be so scarce, having so many pews be empty, made the ceremony feel far more serious and intimidating than intended.
It was here that Cullen would be fulfilling his dream of joining the Templar Order, taking his vows and swearing to protect Thedas at the behest of the Andraste Herself. He peered over at the towering statue of the prophet, Her pyre burning brightly but expanding no more light into the room than a few candles. He felt himself shrink into his armor, picking nervously at his embroidered skirt as Andraste’s stone eyes bore into him. It was a dull service he had to admit. A withered old chantry Sister recited the Chant Of Light in an almost monotone voice, pausing every few lines to include the sacred blessings given to those joining the Order.
Cullen had practiced his vows more times than he could count. There were formal promises to make, but they came strictly with a list. When he had been given the list, the scroll lay heavy in his hands. The gold ribbon around it had made it seem as resplendent as the Chantry’s interior, and no less important than the impression it made. Each Templar was to choose their own vows, their own honest promises to the Maker.
Everyone is different, and we are all here for different reasons. But now we join as one, and must do what is expected of us. Therefore, it is the responsibility of one who chooses to walk the path of sacrifice, to pave the road they walk on.
It was something that was repeated to him in the upcoming weeks of the ceremony. There were many ways, as it turned out, to prove one’s faithfulness to the Maker. There was fasting, sacrificing of material goods (not that Templars had many personal items to begin with), excessive prayer, public preaching, and at least ten other things that Cullen could remember. There was only one that gave him pause: chastity, and the detachment to romantic relations, even within marriage. Cullen felt weak for admitting it, but the idea of a future in solitude wasn’t exactly appealing. Not that it was supposed to be. The idea was that a Templar-to-be would set aside personal desire and focus solely on duty, devoting themselves entirely to their service.
But Cullen saw no reason why he couldn’t do both. A part of him, a part he hid from others, was enamored with the idea of marriage. He’d caught himself many times dreaming of the day his soul-mate would enter his life, accepting the promise to live in each other’s hearts. It was indulgent and juvenile, but he wondered if perhaps one day he’d be in chantry taking entirely different vows than the ones he would proclaim that day. As far as Cullen could see, there were no obstacles in finding someone who was Andrastian. They’d have to be, wouldn’t they? Followers of the chantry and the Maker filled every space in Ferelden, and certainly he wouldn’t be traveling far from Kinloch Hold after the ceremony. Frankly, there was no reason to worry.
The young man heard his name and he stood, almost too quickly, and shuffled out of the pew, making his way to the Revered Mother. She looked at him with a kind smile, and he bowed his head in response. The woman’s hand hovered above him, pausing.
“Have you prepared your promises to the Maker, accepting His blessing as a holy child and servant of Andraste?” “Yes.” He replied firmly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
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Decades had passed since that day, disappearing like a dream interrupted by daylight. At no point would Cullen expect anything he had experienced, or where he was now. Snow crunched under his boots as he surveyed twenty new recruits to the Inquisitor’s forces- the DalishInquisitor – yet they served just as devout to the chantry as he had once been. An uncomfortable, heavy force weighed on him at the thought; a reminder of his skewed mind from the past. It was a part of him he didn’t want to forget, so that he would never become that man again. He didn’t, however, want it to swallow him whole. That part was harder.
Two of the newest recruits, George and Elliott, were sent to fetch a requisition officer that had been surveying the Storm Coast for some time. The men seemed eager, and promising, and gave off an air of charisma that delivered a boost in morale. Soon enough they returned with the aforementioned officer. She was a tall, lanky elf with pale skin and large, striking emerald eyes. Her black hair fell to her mid-back, lips pink and puffy in the cold. Cullen greeted her politely, taking the missives from her hands as she smiled pleasantly at him. The officer followed Cullen to the desk planked beside the staircase extending from the ramparts. He didn’t miss the almost pungent smell of perfume on her, but made no comment. The commander settled the forms into a neat pile, getting ready to turn to his scouts, when he looked up and noticed that she was still standing there. He cleared his throat when she did not have anything to say. “Thank you, Deanna, for going out of your way.”
“No problem at all, Commander.” The elf smiled at him, folding her hands behind her back.
“Ah…was there something else you needed?” Deanna twirled a finger through a lock of hair, her cheeks turning pinker than before.
“Actually, I was wondering if you were busy tonight.” She replied, eyeing the desk quickly before settling her sights on his face. George and Elliott watched the sight, impressed with their Commander’s obliviousness to her body language.
“As it happens, I am very busy tonight,” Cullen answered, turning and handing the papers over to a scout without pause. “There is still much work to be done if Skyhold is to ever be inhabitable. And I fear the most difficult challenges are yet to come. Why? Does something require my attention?” Deanna’s smile sunk to her knees with her shoulders following suit. “Um, no, it was nothing. Thank for your time, Commander.” “And you, as well.” Cullen responded with a nod, watching the elf turn and make her way up the stairs.
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As busy as the ex-Templar seemed to be, he had set some time aside that evening to have a walk down the ramparts with Inquisitor Imryll. Soon the easy stride had turned to a pause, then to a conversation, then to a kiss. It was clearly unplanned and unexpected- quite the opposite of how Cullen had always carried himself- but there was no doubt in the way Imryll held onto his back and caressed his hair, that she didn’t object to it.
Gossip spread like the Blight within Skyhold regarding the Inquisitor’s supposed “dalliance” with the Commander. A couple of messengers and guards that had been making their way by wasted no time sharing the tale of what they had witnessed, or exaggerating it.
“It was a sweep of passion! He grabbed her and they nearly dipped as if they were dancing!” “I wasn’t that close, so I couldn’t really tell, but Ser Rutherford appeared very harsh with our Lady Inquisitor. Do you think he treats all his women that way?” “She hypnotized him with blood magic, I swear!” The only things the tales had in common was that a kiss was involved, anything else could not be answered, much to the disappointment of the staff who were almost growing bored of the mundane. When the news reached Elliott, he was quick to share what he heard over a drink on the grass with George, who turned his nose up in disgust. “See that, I just don’t get.” “What’s not to get? You don’t know what a kiss is? Do you revolt women that much?” “No, smartass.” George took a swig from his flask before continuing. “I don’t get how someone would, ya know, go for an elf. Does he seem like the type? And that elf on top of it- what’s next, a Qunari?”
Elliott let out a cackling laugh, almost catching his lip between his browning teeth. “Not your type, eh?” “Not anybody’s type.” George tried to adjust himself on the ground, reaffirming his seat in the same spot once the dizziness ceased his actions. “At least you got- at least you got some lookers here, right? Like that one from before…that, uh, Deanna. Them ones with the big eyes and the curves and all- and have you ever seen an elf that was so dark?” “Not before the Inquisitor. Her eyes are black, did you notice? Do you think she’s blind?” “I thought all elves were ivory and lanky and- where did she even come from?” “Somewhere up north.” “Up north, bah.” George, not heeding the warning his body gave him before, took another large gulp. “If you asked me, I’d kiss an ogre any day before I’d even think about kissin’ her. She wouldn’t-”
Before he could finish his ramblings, a pair of hands grabbed them both from behind, lifting them by the collars and onto their feet. George almost vomited, feeling the searing burn shoot up his throat at the assault. Both men turned sharply to be met with the fiery eyes of their Commander. The men could feel their faces turn numb and a pulse beat in the back of their skulls. Elliott dropped his mug without thinking, licking his lips in an attempt to speak.
“Commander-”
“I don’t want to hear another word.” “But-” “Not. One. Word.” Cullen’s teeth stuck out starkly against his reddening face.
The recruits gulped, bugged-eyed as George swayed slightly from the alcohol. Cullen’s gaze locked onto the mug spilling yellow liquid onto the grass. “I see that your night of leisure has given you loose tongues.”
Cullen pondered what kind of punishment should bestow them. Perhaps they were to be bound and brought to the Inquisitor on her throne, and beg at her feet for mercy after confessing their crimes? The idea was enticing, but it was likely the display would embarrass Imryll, and he needn’t put more on her shoulders regarding her reputation. Besides, she hadn’t heard the words herself, so why hurt her feelings? No, that simply wouldn’t do. They needed to learn a lesson…a long-term lesson. Without warning Cullen grabbed them by the collar again and pushed them both face-first into the dirt. “You will clean this mess, and then pack your things. At dawn, you will be deployed to the Hissing Wastes, where you will remain until the hole in the sky is welded shut.” The Hissing Wastes was the most miserable landscape in Thedas Imryll had ventured to that he could think of. It was a constant scorching mass of dry air and sand, flipping the coin completely when all was frozen over at night. Only the most hardened travelers could tolerate its climate. It was a long-lasting punishment for a crime that could permanently scar having landed in Imryll’s ears.
Without another word Cullen turned on his heel and walked back to the fortress, ignoring the groaning coming from behind him. As he moved out of sight, Elliott wobbled down to pick his mug off the ground, and George let go of all the liquid courage in his stomach that had sealed their fates.
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Days had passed since the new blood of the Inquisition seemingly vanished overnight, but Cullen’s hands still upturned into fists at the memory. He hadn’t been there when they were carted off, but it was reported right before that they wished to beg forgiveness. Cullen dismissed the messenger with a wave of his hand and went back to his business like he was the only one in the room. He scowled, eyeing the ground with intensity as not to scream, a look that caught the eye of the curly-haired elf standing across from him. She walked up to him before he could react, kissing the knot between his eyebrows. All at once he melted, tense muscles going loose for a brief moment as he looked up. Her smile was concerned, and he felt his face relaxing as not to worry her further. “Are you alright?” she asked, grazing the back of her fingers along the side of his face, leaving goose bumps in her wake.
“Yes…I’m fine.” He let out a breath, willing himself to calm down. His hand reached up to grasp hers, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. It made them both blush, and Imryll’s fingers curled in his grasp.
“I had been wondering this for a while,” she started, not pulling away from his hold.
“That day you kissed me on the battlements…how long had you wanted to do that?”
Cullen couldn’t help but let out a laugh, smiling despite the heat in his cheeks. Her tone wasn’t mischievous, merely curious. A part of him advised against telling her; it was unprofessional at the very least to admit that he had wanted his lips on hers not too long after meeting, before Skyhold, even. Despite not being the best of friends at the time, Cullen found himself gravitating towards her, and desired her approval for more than just reasons regarding their duty.
He smiled sheepishly before finally answering her query.
“Longer than I should admit.”
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Springtime scarcely differed from winter when it came to living on a mountain. Everyone still wore furs up to their noses and the courtyard was rarely full. Merchant deliverers unloaded their cargo as quickly as they could before ducking into the tavern. Orlesian noblewomen paraded their flower-adorned shifts about, calling attention to their “eye to detail”, modeling their appearance after the Skyhold garden. This, in reality, was meant to turn attention away from their unseemly reddening noses each time they needed to lift their mask and cough into a handkerchief.
Despite this -and despite her own hatred for the cold- Imryll could still be found tending to her plants- the ones that would survive the elements. She frowned as she lifted a limp stem with her finger, disappointed she wouldn’t be able to expand her alchemy skills just yet. Vivienne had warned her it was too early to start studying potions that required foliage, but in an effort to impress her, Imryll had tried it anyway. And now she was thinking of a way to dispose of the dead roots without embarrassing herself.
The sound of familiar footsteps behind her turned her attention away from the frozen soil, lifting her mood in an instant. “There you are. I was worried you’d still be out here.” Cullen sighed.
“Oh, yes. I was seeing how things were going,” she replied, gesturing to the frozen soil “Don’t tell Vivienne.” Cullen chuckled and removed his cloak, draping it over her shoulders.
“You’ll catch cold out here.” His touched his forehead with hers, watching as she scrunched her nose at the tickle of the wind.
“Walk me back?” Imryll guided them the long way around, entwining her arm with Cullen’s. Halfway there her legs had “gone completely numb from the cold”, and their only solution was to duck into an archway that housed a small stone bench. The elf laid her cheek on the part of his armor still covered by cloth, and sighed as his fingers glided down her arm.
“Feeling better?” “Not yet,” she replied, moving ever closer into his arms. Cullen held her tighter, making the Inquisitor smile. Her soft, round cheek was squished up against his chest, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. The atmosphere was too serene to believe. The moon now overshadowed the sun, leaving the walkway empty aside from them. Imryll gazed out at the greenery that still grew around them. But Cullen’s eyes were transfixed on her. In these escaping moments of peace, he found himself wondering what he would do in the future. If she survived- when she survived the impending battle with Corypheus- what would he do? He had been only a child the last time he lead a normal life, even though nothing for him would be truly normal again. Would she go with him? Would she go back to her clan? His stomach coiled at the thought, as selfish as it was. He wouldn’t blame her for returning to her people when this was all over, but surly he could not join her. The Dalish didn’t welcome humans as passersby, let alone a human lover. What if she left him? Did she not feel as strongly about their relationship as he did? Would she have to choose?
And more importantly, how would he declare the choice he’s made?
He couldn’t imagine a life without her. Despite the hardships and horrors he’s endured, having Imryll walk out of his life would be the breaking point. His gaze solemnly drifted to the bare blackness of the sky, subconsciously tightening his grip on Imryll.  
“Cullen? Is something wrong?” she asked, lifting her head.
“Oh- I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” “No…” the Inquisitor waited for an answer to her question.
“I think we should go back inside. I’m sure you’d be far more comfortable with warm tea in your bed, wouldn’t you say?” Imryll perked up at the thought and reluctantly sat up to stretch.
“Will you be joining me?” Imryll asked over her shoulder, half flirtatiously. “If my lady wishes so.” Cullen responded, chuckling and standing to join her on the walk back to her quarters.
“I do. But is that what you want?”
What I want… Without warning the commander hoisted her up into his arms, leaning his head down to kiss her lips. She let out a yelp before laughing, slapping lightly at his chest as he carried her through the garden. Wind brushed roughly against the pathway flowers, sending a few white petals into the air, catching onto Imryll’s curls. Their white littered the stone, creating an almost snowy effect as he walked. They went unnoticed by Imryll, who was too distracted reaching up to playfully peck at her lover’s chin.
What he wanted…
He knew now more than ever.
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Imryll had taken some time to teach Cullen threads of Dalish before, but nothing like this.
“Sylaise enaste var aravel…”
The sound of her native tongue caressed his ears. Everything in that moment disappeared except for her; and although he couldn’t understand the words, he felt them in his heart. He wanted her promise to be true, and he trusted that it was.
“I swear unto the Maker and The Holy Andraste to love this woman the rest of my days.”
As the words left his lips, they connected with hers. Perhaps he should have waited until Mother Giselle made the official decree, but he couldn’t wait another moment.
The kiss ended with the faint tickle of Cullen’s breath against her lips. His nose stayed atop hers, soft chestnut eyes barely open beneath his lashes. It was their first kiss as a married couple, a term they could barely comprehend. Cullen sighed blissfully, capturing the moment in his mind down to every detail as the setting sun painted them in golden light, as if the world turned just for them. Imryll’s skin blended with the rays. Her eyes reflected, but were not illuminated by the shine, creating a stark clear surrounding of white around the onyx that seduced him so many times.
Imryll took but a single step before she was whisked off her feet. A surprised yelp quickly turned to giggles as her husband hoisted her into his arms in a true bridal-fashion. Mushy bounced excitedly at Cullen’s feet and wagged his tail, attempting to angle himself so that he could leap up to join Imryll.
“Blasted-get down! I can’t hold the both of you.”
Imryll laughed joyously, taking her lover’s face into her hands.
“How long have you wanted to do that?”
Cullen smiled down at her.
“Longer than I should admit.”
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Hello everyone!! Today I am really excited to share with you the beautiful naked cover of The Claw and the Crowned by Sarah M. Cradit (@sarahmcradit). The cover portrait features Imryll and Drazhan and was done by the amazing Leah Fry at The Sketching Hour - @the.sketching.hour The book is a fantasy romance and is the fifth in The Book Of All Things series but it reads as a standalone. It belongs in The Sceptre Cycle. The book will be released on January 3rd 2023. *** About the book: Freedom is her desire. Vengeance is his price. Slip into this scintillating tale of a young royal whose loyalty is torn between the prince she was sold to and the tempestuous knight determined to ruin her. *** #tcatc #tboat #craditcoreteam #drazyll #theclawandthecrowned #thebookofallthings #fantasyromance #beautifulbooks #darkfantasyromance #epicfantasy #kotws #bookstagram #characterart #fantasycharacterart #goodgirlvibes #greekbookstagram #instavivlio #vivlio #diavazo #eucitesc #mybookfeatures #over30sbookstagram #bookstamums #booknotes_athina (at Sitia , Crête) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClHCaReLc4A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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