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[Kestrel]

Just interrupt and write a new thing instead. Totally acceptable. Also, it may be more conducive to your writing anyway. 

 

I actually kind of almost feel like cleaning up and altering the piece I did for my Masters dissertation. It also has a hot elf in it! Though I got like one hundred pages in and they still hadn't kissed yet, which isn't nearly as fun. 

[tsunamitigerdragon]

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[BoscoBread]

Well...it's not porn, unless you consider feels having their way with you categorized as smutty, but I wrote another Abellan thing. NSFW due to sexual content, but it's not explicit. 

 

http://archiveofouro...g/works/3513038

 

This gif sums up my feelings while I was writing it last night. Then I got over it because I've since learned that I feast on fluff and the praise of others in the ancient elf dumpster.

 

So good!!!  Abelas my love!  

[Sable Rhapsody]

Just interrupt and write a new thing instead. Totally acceptable. Also, it may be more conducive to your writing anyway. 

 

All right.  Have some non-canon Cole and Abelas banters because I have too many feels.

 

Spoiler

 

Cole: You call yourself sorrow.

Abelas: Did Inquisitor Lavellan tell you that?

Cole: No.  You sing it in dreams, whisper it to the heavens.  It drags behind you like chains, but it keeps you steady.  It reminds you of your duty.  

Abelas: The vir'abelasan is gone, and my duty has ended.

Cole: Then why is it still with you?

Abelas: Not all of us can forget as easily spirits do.  Be grateful that you do not carry memories such as mine.

Cole: Do you want to forget?

Abelas: No. Never.

 

Abelas: You are a rarity in this age.  In the days of Arlathan, the People communed freely with spirits.  We saw your kind differently from how the shemlen see you now.

Cole: Harmony and color, ringing through spires that stretch to the sky.  The echoes call us from the Fade, seeking and listening to an endless song cut short into silence.

Abelas: The Temple of Mythal was home to a spirit of Justice.  It helped guide each of us into uthenera when our time came.

Cole: I didn't hear anyone when we went to the temple.  It was too quiet.

Abelas: Without Mythal's judgment, Justice had no reason to stay.  It departed when she died...as did so much else.

 

If Cole is a spirit:

 

Abelas: Why do you linger when you could return to the Beyond?

Cole: They need me.  Thousands of little hurts wait inside the bigger ones, worrying them until they fester and open.  So many voices, so much that I can do.

Abelas: There will always be suffering in this world.  You will never be able to ease everyone's pain.

Cole: But I can help.  Where would I go but where I'm needed?

 

If Cole is human:

 

Abelas: I have never met a spirit in your circumstances.  What changed you?

Cole: My friends.  They showed me I could be more without losing me.  You could be too, if you wanted.

Abelas: I am not like you, and I would not change my nature so easily.

Cole: But you did.  Long ago, there was another you before the darkness, before the sorrow.

Abelas: That man is no more, and I do not know how to be any other way.

Cole: You can still learn like I am.  I learned about baking cookies yesterday.

Abelas: *smiles slightly* I suppose that is a start.

[tsunamitigerdragon]

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[Giton]

All right.  Have some non-canon Cole and Abelas banters because I have too many feels.

 

Spoiler

 

Cole: You call yourself sorrow.

Abelas: Did Inquisitor Lavellan tell you that?

Cole: No.  You sing it in dreams, whisper it to the heavens.  It drags behind you like chains, but it keeps you steady.  It reminds you of your duty.  

Abelas: The vir'abelasan is gone, and my duty has ended.

Cole: Then why is it still with you?

Abelas: Not all of us can forget as easily spirits do.  Be grateful that you do not carry memories such as mine.

Cole: Do you want to forget?

Abelas: No. Never.

 

Abelas: You are a rarity in this age.  In the days of Arlathan, the People communed freely with spirits.  We saw your kind differently from how the shemlen see you now.

Cole: Harmony and color, ringing through spires that stretch to the sky.  The echoes call us from the Fade, seeking and listening to an endless song cut short into silence.

Abelas: The Temple of Mythal was home to a spirit of Justice.  It helped guide each of us into uthenera when our time came.

Cole: I didn't hear anyone when we went to the temple.  It was too quiet.

Abelas: Without Mythal's judgment, Justice had no reason to stay.  It departed when she died...as did so much else.

 

If Cole is a spirit:

 

Abelas: Why do you linger when you could return to the Beyond?

Cole: They need me.  Thousands of little hurts wait inside the bigger ones, worrying them until they fester and open.  So many voices, so much that I can do.

Abelas: There will always be suffering in this world.  You will never be able to ease everyone's pain.

Cole: But I can help.  Where would I go but where I'm needed?

 

If Cole is human:

 

Abelas: I have never met a spirit in your circumstances.  What changed you?

Cole: My friends.  They showed me I could be more without losing me.  You could be too, if you wanted.

Abelas: I am not like you, and I would not change my nature so easily.

Cole: But you did.  Long ago, there was another you before the darkness, before the sorrow.

Abelas: That man is no more, and I do not know how to be any other way.

Cole: You can still learn like I am.  I learned about baking cookies yesterday.

Abelas: *smiles slightly* I suppose that is a start.

I'm feeling my feels.

[Sable Rhapsody]

Yesssss, give me your feels!

 

[Kestrel]

You had no right Sable. NO RIGHT TO MAKE ME FEEL THESE FEELS.   

[TanithAeyrs]

@sable rhapsody: Now I have Abelas baking cookies with Cole stuck in my head.  It is your fault if I get cavities from that scene!  Loved the banter.

[Sable Rhapsody]

@sable rhapsody: Now I have Abelas baking cookies with Cole stuck in my head.  It is your fault if I get cavities from that scene!  Loved the banter.

 

(fanart for cookie time?)

[TanithAeyrs]

(fanart for cookie time?)

 Oh, we so need this.  I wish I could draw more than stick figures.

 

But for those in need of cavities, I have committed fanfiction again:  

Disclaimer: I'm not responsible for any dental bills incurred while reading this

 

Spoiler

 

 Cookies

 

Cooking duties rotated evenly among the group (except for Dorian, whose efforts had proved inedible even for Bull).  This evening Abelas and Cole were on chef duty while Elinan and Feneradahl hunted and Bull and Dorian gathered wood.  They had stopped early, a nearby hot spring providing an ideal spot for bathing after weeks of icy ablutions in mountain streams.

 

Abelas stirred a sizzling pan of rabbit mixed with late fiddleheads and wild onions and squinted at the sun, still a hand’s breadth above the western peaks.  “Cole, see if the eggs have survived in the packs.”

 

“Stopped early, there is time, something special.  It is thank you and more.”

 

“Cole.”

 

“But you are not Abelas for this, not even the name before.  She makes you hope, a new name, a new purpose.”

 

“The eggs, Cole.” The sentinel growled.

 

“You watched, she liked the cookies, shared them with you.  It made you warm, not old and cold and sorrow.”  The nearly human spirit brought the eggs and flour and oats and, precious sugar and cinnamon and their dwindling supply of butter.  He topped off the treasure trove with a pouch of dried cranberries.

 

“Since you must intrude, you might as well bring everything else.”  Abelas grumbled.

 

Abelas had only a brief respite before Cole returned with the two flat sheets of cast iron and their only pot. 

 

“You warm the butter, like this,” Abelas demonstrated, swirling the pot above the fire, “until it is soft.  Then add the eggs and stir away from the heat.”

 

Cole bent intently on to his assigned task, stirring the egg and butter mixture until he could sense satisfaction from the old Elvhen.

 

“Now, add the sugar.”  Abelas tipped the correct amount in, then added a sprinkle of cinnamon.

 

“Spices and flavor, in Arlathan there would have been citrus peel and nutmeg.  Would she like those as well?”  The words seemed to flow from the former spirit without thought.

 

“Is all I think bare to you?”

 

“The surface, above the old pain.  You knot it so tightly so it cannot grow, yet it can’t escape either.  Pine in her hair and the cookies are a start.” Cole’s watery blue eyes caught ancient yellow orbs.  “It will not heal if it never opens.  She a healer, has walked through the ages since Dumat ravaged the earth and the corruption first crawled forth. You both hurt.” Cole blinked in sudden awareness.  “The cookies will help.”

 

They finished the batter in silence, Abelas shedding pauldrons to serve as sides for their camp oven constructed from the halves of their cast iron griddle.  The cookies baked in tiny batches, the iron and steel reflecting enough heat from the fire to brown them evenly. 

 

Supper that evening bore little resemblance to the bland travel fare of the past weeks.  The entire party was grateful for the simple but expertly prepared meal.  Abelas hid a smile in the dark beneath his hood as Feneradahl sat beside him, still damp from bathing and broke the last cookie so she could offer him half.

 

[Sable Rhapsody]

 Oh, we so need this.  I wish I could draw more than stick figures.

 

But for those in need of cavities, I have committed fanfiction again:  

Disclaimer: I'm not responsible for any dental bills incurred while reading this

 

Spoiler

 

 Cookies

 

Cooking duties rotated evenly among the group (except for Dorian, whose efforts had proved inedible even for Bull).  This evening Abelas and Cole were on chef duty while Elinan and Feneradahl hunted and Bull and Dorian gathered wood.  They had stopped early, a nearby hot spring providing an ideal spot for bathing after weeks of icy ablutions in mountain streams.

Abelas stirred a sizzling pan of rabbit mixed with late fiddleheads and wild onions and squinted at the sun, still a hand’s breadth above the western peaks.  “Cole, see if the eggs have survived in the packs.”

“Stopped early, there is time, something special.  It is thank you and more.”

“Cole.”

“But you are not Abelas for this, not even the name before.  She makes you hope, a new name, a new purpose.”

“The eggs, Cole.” The sentinel growled.

“You watched, she liked the cookies, shared them with you.  It made you warm, not old and cold and sorrow.”  The nearly human spirit brought the eggs and flour and oats and, precious sugar and cinnamon and their dwindling supply of butter.  He topped off the treasure trove with a pouch of dried cranberries.

“Since you must intrude, you might as well bring everything else.”  Abelas grumbled.

Abelas had only a brief respite before Cole returned with the two flat sheets of cast iron and their only pot. 

“You warm the butter, like this,” Abelas demonstrated, swirling the pot above the fire, “until it is soft.  Then add the eggs and stir away from the heat.”

Cole bent intently on to his assigned task, stirring the egg and butter mixture until he could sense satisfaction from the old Elvhen.

“Now, add the sugar.”  Abelas tipped the correct amount in, then added a sprinkle of cinnamon.

“Spices and flavor, in Arlathan there would have been citrus peel and nutmeg.  Would she like those as well?”  The words seemed to flow from the former spirit without thought.

“Is all I think bare to you?”

“The surface, above the old pain.  You knot it so tightly so it cannot grow, yet it can’t escape either.  Pine in her hair and the cookies are a start.” Cole’s watery blue eyes caught ancient yellow orbs.  “It will not heal if it never opens.  She a healer, has walked through the ages since Dumat ravaged the earth and the corruption first crawled forth. You both hurt.” Cole blinked in sudden awareness.  “The cookies will help.”

They finished the batter in silence, Abelas shedding pauldrons to serve as sides for their camp oven constructed from the halves of their cast iron griddle.  The cookies baked in tiny batches, the iron and steel reflecting enough heat from the fire to brown them evenly. 

Supper that evening bore little resemblance to the bland travel fare of the past weeks.  The entire party was grateful for the simple but expertly prepared meal.  Abelas hid a smile in the dark beneath his hood as Feneradahl sat beside him, still damp from bathing and broke the last cookie so she could offer him half.

 

 

OMG yesssssss.  The cookies.  The fluffy feels.  Thank you so much for fleshing out my silly banter.

 

Also, I love how we have the same headcanon of Dorian being a disaster at cooking.  My Lavellan won't even let him reheat anything for fear of him burning Skyhold to the ground.

[TanithAeyrs]

OMG yesssssss.  The cookies.  The fluffy feels.  Thank you so much for fleshing out my silly banter.

 

Also, I love how we have the same headcanon of Dorian being a disaster at cooking.  My Lavellan won't even let him reheat anything for fear of him burning Skyhold to the ground.

Thank you

 

And, no, Dorian is never allowed near anything cooking.   It's a good head canon and we should stick to it.

[Sable Rhapsody]

And more Cole and Abelas banters.  THESE FEELS I CAN'T STOP THEM HELP

 

Spoiler

 

Cole: Do you miss the music?

Abelas: I'm sorry?

Cole: A chorus, golden, gleaming, raised in worship and reverence.  The singers come and go, but the song is the same.  It reaches for the heavens, for the mother, and sometimes her melody thunders in answer.

Abelas: ...the temple had been silent for so long while we slept.  I had almost forgotten what it was like to sing Mythal's praises.

Cole: Mother Giselle and the sisters sing in the garden.  It is softer, sweeter, but it still reaches for heaven.

Abelas: It is not the same, nor could it ever be.  But thank you anyway.

 

Abelas: How do you bear it?  Living a world where you could never truly belong?

Cole (if spirit): I came here to help.  That's all I need to stay me.

Cole (if human): My friends are my anchor.  Warm, holding, helpful.

Abelas: If it is truly that simple for you, I envy you.

Cole: You sound like Solas.  But you don't have to be like me in order to stay you.

 

Cole: A pearl of pain, a tangle to gently unwind.  But you're different.  The pain is part of you now; it echoes and grasps and flows through your veins.  I can't shake it loose.

Abelas: It is unnecessary.  I came to terms with my fate ages before you existed.

Cole: I want to help.

Abelas: And I, for the moment, wish to be left alone with my thoughts.

Cole: But--

Abelas: Please.

(if Varric is present)

Varric: Let Goldy be, kid.  You can't force people to change.  It'll only happen if they want to.

 

(And a bonus established Abellan romance one)

 

Cole: She wakes you from the long sleep, shakes the heavy shadows loose, and it's almost too much.  Too bright, too warm, fire and force cracking the armor.  But then she laughs, and the sound brushes away the centuries.  Everything is lighter when she laughs.

Abelas: *chuckles*  

Cole: You're...not upset with me for saying it?  Everyone else shifts and hides.

Abelas: I have reason now to smile.  Why would I be ashamed?

Cole:  I don't know?

Abelas: I do not know if it is the same for spirits, but someday, I hope you find the sort of joy that she brings me.

[Kestrel]

I want to heal Abelas. ;_; My husbanddoooo. 

[TanithAeyrs]

And more Cole and Abelas banters.  THESE FEELS I CAN'T STOP THEM HELP

 

Spoiler

 

Cole: Do you miss the music?

Abelas: I'm sorry?

Cole: A chorus, golden, gleaming, raised in worship and reverence.  The singers come and go, but the song is the same.  It reaches for the heavens, for the mother, and sometimes her melody thunders in answer.

Abelas: ...the temple had been silent for so long while we slept.  I had almost forgotten what it was like to sing Mythal's praises.

Cole: Mother Giselle and the sisters sing in the garden.  It is softer, sweeter, but it still reaches for heaven.

Abelas: It is not the same, nor could it ever be.  But thank you anyway.

 

Abelas: How do you bear it?  Living a world where you could never truly belong?

Cole (if spirit): I came here to help.  That's all I need to stay me.

Cole (if human): My friends are my anchor.  Warm, holding, helpful.

Abelas: If it is truly that simple for you, I envy you.

Cole: You sound like Solas.  But you don't have to be like me in order to stay you.

 

Cole: A pearl of pain, a tangle to gently unwind.  But you're different.  The pain is part of you now; it echoes and grasps and flows through your veins.  I can't shake it loose.

Abelas: It is unnecessary.  I came to terms with my fate ages before you existed.

Cole: I want to help.

Abelas: And I, for the moment, wish to be left alone with my thoughts.

Cole: But--

Abelas: Please.

(if Varric is present)

Varric: Let Goldy be, kid.  You can't force people to change.  It'll only happen if they want to.

 

(And a bonus established Abellan romance one)

 

Cole: She wakes you from the long sleep, shakes the heavy shadows loose, and it's almost too much.  Too bright, too warm, fire and force cracking the armor.  But then she laughs, and the sound brushes away the centuries.  Everything is lighter when she laughs.

Abelas: *chuckles*  

Cole: You're...not upset with me for saying it?  Everyone else shifts and hides.

Abelas: I have reason now to smile.  Why would I be ashamed?

Cole:  I don't know?

Abelas: I do not know if it is the same for spirits, but someday, I hope you find the sort of joy that she brings me.

You're killing me here.  That first banter about the hymns, the FEELS.  I hereby offer you one bucket of fan tears (the Bioware writers have the rest of them).

[Sable Rhapsody]

I hereby offer you one bucket of fan tears (the Bioware writers have the rest of them).

 

I'll mix it with my own bucket of tears and we can start a brand new Abelas feels hellspiral.

[BoscoBread]

And more Cole and Abelas banters.  THESE FEELS I CAN'T STOP THEM HELP

 

Spoiler

 

Cole: Do you miss the music?

Abelas: I'm sorry?

Cole: A chorus, golden, gleaming, raised in worship and reverence.  The singers come and go, but the song is the same.  It reaches for the heavens, for the mother, and sometimes her melody thunders in answer.

Abelas: ...the temple had been silent for so long while we slept.  I had almost forgotten what it was like to sing Mythal's praises.

Cole: Mother Giselle and the sisters sing in the garden.  It is softer, sweeter, but it still reaches for heaven.

Abelas: It is not the same, nor could it ever be.  But thank you anyway.

 

Abelas: How do you bear it?  Living a world where you could never truly belong?

Cole (if spirit): I came here to help.  That's all I need to stay me.

Cole (if human): My friends are my anchor.  Warm, holding, helpful.

Abelas: If it is truly that simple for you, I envy you.

Cole: You sound like Solas.  But you don't have to be like me in order to stay you.

 

Cole: A pearl of pain, a tangle to gently unwind.  But you're different.  The pain is part of you now; it echoes and grasps and flows through your veins.  I can't shake it loose.

Abelas: It is unnecessary.  I came to terms with my fate ages before you existed.

Cole: I want to help.

Abelas: And I, for the moment, wish to be left alone with my thoughts.

Cole: But--

Abelas: Please.

(if Varric is present)

Varric: Let Goldy be, kid.  You can't force people to change.  It'll only happen if they want to.

 

(And a bonus established Abellan romance one)

 

Cole: She wakes you from the long sleep, shakes the heavy shadows loose, and it's almost too much.  Too bright, too warm, fire and force cracking the armor.  But then she laughs, and the sound brushes away the centuries.  Everything is lighter when she laughs.

Abelas: *chuckles*  

Cole: You're...not upset with me for saying it?  Everyone else shifts and hides.

Abelas: I have reason now to smile.  Why would I be ashamed?

Cole:  I don't know?

Abelas: I do not know if it is the same for spirits, but someday, I hope you find the sort of joy that she brings me.

SABLE. WRITE ALL TEH BANTERS.  PLEASE!!! Hey so can we like post these on vhenantrash - do you have a tumblr to link from????

[tsunamitigerdragon]

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[Kestrel]

I'm going to have to skip forward and write another vignette with more of Abelas talking about his relationship because it's SO CUTE. Maybe with Varric? 

[Sable Rhapsody]

SABLE. WRITE ALL TEH BANTERS.  PLEASE!!! Hey so can we like post these on vhenantrash - do you have a tumblr to link from????

 

I don't have a tumblr, but free free to repost them 

[Sable Rhapsody]

THE LAST ONE. What are you doing. What are you doing to me. I HAVE SO MANY FEELS RIGHT NOW. And I am so glad you feel this way - that's how I've felt their relationship would be too. I love you. I love you a million times, I love you.

 

[Lady Artifice]

This is the first time I've really looked into this thread very much, and now I wish I'd done it a lot sooner. 

 

All right.  Have some non-canon Cole and Abelas banters because I have too many feels.

 

Spoiler

 

Cole: You call yourself sorrow.

Abelas: Did Inquisitor Lavellan tell you that?

Cole: No.  You sing it in dreams, whisper it to the heavens.  It drags behind you like chains, but it keeps you steady.  It reminds you of your duty.  

Abelas: The vir'abelasan is gone, and my duty has ended.

Cole: Then why is it still with you?

Abelas: Not all of us can forget as easily spirits do.  Be grateful that you do not carry memories such as mine.

Cole: Do you want to forget?

Abelas: No. Never.

 

Abelas: You are a rarity in this age.  In the days of Arlathan, the People communed freely with spirits.  We saw your kind differently from how the shemlen see you now.

Cole: Harmony and color, ringing through spires that stretch to the sky.  The echoes call us from the Fade, seeking and listening to an endless song cut short into silence.

Abelas: The Temple of Mythal was home to a spirit of Justice.  It helped guide each of us into uthenera when our time came.

Cole: I didn't hear anyone when we went to the temple.  It was too quiet.

Abelas: Without Mythal's judgment, Justice had no reason to stay.  It departed when she died...as did so much else.

 

If Cole is a spirit:

 

Abelas: Why do you linger when you could return to the Beyond?

Cole: They need me.  Thousands of little hurts wait inside the bigger ones, worrying them until they fester and open.  So many voices, so much that I can do.

Abelas: There will always be suffering in this world.  You will never be able to ease everyone's pain.

Cole: But I can help.  Where would I go but where I'm needed?

 

If Cole is human:

 

Abelas: I have never met a spirit in your circumstances.  What changed you?

Cole: My friends.  They showed me I could be more without losing me.  You could be too, if you wanted.

Abelas: I am not like you, and I would not change my nature so easily.

Cole: But you did.  Long ago, there was another you before the darkness, before the sorrow.

Abelas: That man is no more, and I do not know how to be any other way.

Cole: You can still learn like I am.  I learned about baking cookies yesterday.

Abelas: *smiles slightly* I suppose that is a start.

 

That was beautiful. I'm in awe.

[Kestrel]

I have gone one day without writing an Abelas fic. I am on my way to healing.