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moonlightheretic · 2 years

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First Lines Meme

Thank you for the tag! @noire-pandora

I really look forward to trying this out! I love finding patterns!

Sadly, while going through this I realize I didn’t write all that much this year! Haha!

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends

1. Chapter 25: The Lies that Stalk (The Heretic)

The visions subsided and my face cooled, I laid there upon the damp stone and didn’t dare move, for I was all too grateful to be there, away from that cave. I couldn’t recall how long I remained in that position. Distantly, I noticed voices, a murmuring that gradually grew louder, but I could not make out what the voice was saying. I curled my knees into my chest, I greatly feared that my mind would have to endure another siege and I prepared myself for its onslaught.

2. A Gift FOR Compassion (Christmas event)

“An eye for an eye.” Alcmene mumbled to herself fervently as she glared into the ostentatious window of an Orlesian shop. She squinted at the sharp blaze of the sun reflected into the glass, nearly blinding her from all the goods inside.

A challenge she willingly accepted for if she went blind, at least she would have a valid excuse as to why she showed up empty handed to Skyhold’s Satinalia festivities.

3. Chapter 5: 1/2 1/2 Part 2 (Prologues to the Heretic)

We were a blur of smoke and shimmering diaphanous figures, stretching over the courtyard as distance buckled beneath us. In an instant we were lodged under the sanctuary of the stone stairway leading to the battlements.

4. Heralds and Heretics (DA crossover event) Unpublished

There is only one religion accepted on Targon; the sun’s nourishing light reaches far.

It is not to be questioned or…doubted. Lest you test its blinding fury.

The enlightened Solari scoured the slopes of Targon on the search for such deniers.

Diana trailed them, not knowing if they would discover their quarry.

5. Chapter 3: Mixed Paint, Mixed Signals (Prologues to The Heretic)

I never had much time afforded to me nor was it ever gifted by anyone. Instead, my time was always reserved for others, like a coin purse that never emptied. Nor could it. At this elevation of the Inquisition’s mountainous climb for power, my time could not be denied to anyone. That is, at least, what Josephine stressed day in and out. But, by the end of each extraverted and social day, I was left with nearly none for myself. The only scrap of time I could carve out was late at night when I was supposed to be sleeping, resting for the turbulent days ahead. When I did finally sleep, my dreams taunted me with a person who skillfully stayed out of reach. I may have commanded armies but I could not command my own subconscious.

6. Chapter 24: The Face of Pride (The Heretic)

With my hands free, I submerged the anchor into the inner folds of my duster. I clutched my side to masquerade it as an injury. If only I still had my runecrafting glove, though the heavy fabric concealed its lambent viridescence well enough, it did not salve my worry.

7. Chapter 23: The Pursuit of Empathy (The Heretic)

We rounded a bend in this claustrophobic darkness. Each step in this lassulas pilgrimage felt overwhelmingly futile in the persistent curtain of black, our pursuit of an exit diminished to a laughable goal. There were no physical markers of hope to encourage our passage, no light at the end of this eternal tunnel. There was only Solas and I, mostly.

8. Chapter 22: The Wolf You Feed (The Heretic)

When I returned after five months, I met a very different man. Gone was the weariness, he stood tall, dignified with an overpowering sense of purpose with each step taken. Most of all, he was angry. A silent seething was ever present, square shoulders with fists clenched, but his tone was even when he proclaimed to see for himself. Did he not believe me? I had no reason to lie. I accompanied him, he was cloaked and a hood concealed most of his face. I often wondered what he was hiding from. We traveled by Eluvian, I quietly resented the convenient travel, I had to take a boat to Ferelden, an arduous journey filled with storms. Suddenly I could get there by a mirror? Why didn’t I have this before? There was no sight of the elf with the Vallaslin of Mythal called Felassan, as my father later informed me, surely he should be here too. “Where is Felassan?” I boldly asked.

9. Chapter 21: The Prideful, The Titanic, The Corrupted (The Heretic)

Solas and I stopped in front of a particular eluvian, it wasn’t unique so much as it was obviously in a state of semi-decay. Vines had latched themselves onto its frame, it leaned backwards, the vines tugging it into their thicket. The other side of the quivering magical glass was no forest, for this place was home to dirt, stone and…ruins of the Dwarven Empire?

10. Chapter 20: The Reflection of Pride (The Heretic)

“Write all you learn, record it all, no detail is too small.” I was handed a journal, well worn, there were entries in it already, records from a millennia ago. At least they appeared so. The ancient language that most Dalish believed was lost. I flipped through it, the pages seemed eternal. “But how will you get the letters?” I openly pondered.

SO! In terms of patterns I know that I often start with a flashback or dream at beginning of each chapter. One thing is for certain I certainly start with loooong paragraphs. Hahahah

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moonlightheretic · 3 years

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Six Sentence Sunday: Prologues to The Heretic

“Yet, my pursuit brings me closer to you, Solas.” I announced softly so the gathered spectators would not overhear.

I caressed the King piece in my palm with absolute tenderness, knowing full well it was within his view. His right brow raised before he forced the muscles of his face into a neutral expression, yet when I looked up at him he drew his face away quickly. I suppose neutrality could not hide everything. He briefly sized up the crowd before returning to face me.

“Do they bother you, Solas? Do you find it hard to focus?” I whispered coyly.

“With you in my sight, Vhenan, how could I see anyone else? Besides, I am merely waiting for your next play. It is your turn, or have you forgotten in your arduous pursuit of my King?” Solas countered.

“I will have more than that in my hands by the end of this, Solas. Just you watch.” I proclaimed boldly.

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Maybe... if I squint hard enough I will see six sentences....well, lets just say I was an art major for a reason and counting is not my specialty.

Thank you for reading!

#six sentence sunday #six sentence tag #btv six sentence sunday #chessmatch #solaschess #chessforplay #solasfic #solavellan #eventual smut #wheredoesthislead #daific #prologuestotheheretic #solasoneshot

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moonlightheretic · 3 years

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So here it is. I am not dead.

Part 1 of 1/2 1/2

Where Solas and Moon’Hwa battle it out over a chess game.

Hopefully this link works....

#solaschess #chessforplay #chessmatch #solasmance #solas romance #prologuestotheheretic #banter #daific #solasfic #eventual smut

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moonlightheretic · 3 years

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag! @kittynomsdeplume

I know I have been rather dead to the world lately, I have just been wrapped up in a lot. BUT my SolasxMoon’Hwa smut oneshot is coming along.

-I peered from under my arms and caught a glimpse of the mage, and a chill charged up my spine, knocking into every nerve that remained, the lightning silhouetted him in electric blue. Rain slithered along his jaw and ears, it dripped from his nose and full lips and glistened from his eyelashes. He was the most alluring creature I had ever seen.

I took his hand, and his palm folded over it firmly.

(Yes he is using fade step to whisk them off into a....more suitable location.)

#solassmut #six sentence sunday #prologuestotheheretic #solasmance #solavellan #fadestep #daific #solasfic

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moonlightheretic · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday Prologues to The Heretic

No CW apply.

The success of peer pressure drove me to him, and I hesitantly placed my hand on his shoulder and my other folded in his palm. His hand flattened against my back comfortably, his fingers stretching over my spine.

“Now, now, wait! You must bow to one another to proceed!” Pierre stomped his foot to assemble our attention.

“Of course, Instructor.” Solas complied with a generous smile and his arms fell to his sides.

This behavior of his was odd. Had Leliana threatened him into participating in this charade?

Solas bowed low with his arm folded against his chest and his other arm extended and held the pose until I followed suit.

I emulated him warily.

“Smile, Inquisitor.” Solas winked.

I rose carefully, simultaneously with the mage before me.

“Now the gentlemen will lead, please monsieur! Music!” Pierre instructed, clapping his hands.

The violin twisted the atmosphere around us into jovial anthem, but it only filled me with dread.

Solas grasped my hand and proudly led us forward, my hand felt unnaturally warm, hot even.

I glanced at him, unsure. I did not trust his lead.

My eyes bounced from face to face, searching for guidance or reassurance, but none came.

Not until---my hand stung with a ferocity and Solas pulled me to him, violet sparks fizzling between our palms.

“Focus on me, Inquisitor.” Solas murmured, as his bright eyes bore into my own.

“How are you doing this? You only watched them once.” I gritted my teeth, gesturing to his person with my chin. Jealousy arose from me like a rogue wave in a turbulent sea.

But I was answered with the sensation again, this time nearly jolting me upwards from the intensity.

“Focus.” Solas sternly emphasized.

“I—“

“You will be subject to strenuous scrutiny, you must thrive despite it. So show your teeth.” Solas pulled away, cool air filling the gap between us.

“Of course---“I was tethered back to him just as soon as we were parted, side eying our spectators with a forced smile.

This time, heat nearly engulfed my poor hand and I drew back with a gasp, my smile deflating, but Solas held on to me firmly.

“You mustn’t let them affect you. Just like my magic. Learn to ignore them.”

“Are you absolutely mad?” I whispered furiously as we parted, only to reunite seconds after with our faces close and palms kissing.

Palm to palm we circled each other with the other hand concealed behind our back, “Your outlook is hindering you, you’ve dismissed this activity as a petty dance, because you are afraid to fail at it. You are wrong. It is a battle. So bear your teeth as if they were blades and move your feet with purpose. Stop resisting it.”

Solas reigned me in and we swept across the room, “Then stop trying to fry me!” I growled through my beamish smile.

“Every time our hands meet, I will summon an element. You will ignore it and focus on the dance instead. You will learn to drown out the unnecessary or succumb to my magic. Your choice.” We spun, propelled by Solas’s thrust. I did my all just to keep up with him, exceedingly careful not to allow my feet to tangle up with his.

“Not much of a choice.” I hissed in his ear.

“Orlais will offer you none.”

#solavellen hell #solavellan #dancelessons #solasmance #prologuestotheheretic #moon'hwa lavellan #halamshiral #dancing

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