Soris Tabris - Blog Posts
City Elf Appreciation Week
Day 7: Free Day
While the Battle of Denerim overwhelms the city, the families of her elven smugglers wait in the tunnels beneath their alienage for either death or salvation, and in their midst, Soris keeps a dangerous secret from the rest that may put his standing among them in jeopardy. 1513 words.
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you ever think about a tabris that does the ultimate sacrifice
how their family and fellow elves fighting so fiercely to defend their home (just as they did when they passed through only mere hours before) see the retreating darkspawn and cheer so loudly surely their elven savior could hear them all the way at the top of fort drakkon
how shianni soris and cyrion all break away from the celebrations and shouts go retrieve tabris because there's no possible way a shem party could even come close to the one they'll have in the alienage (they can bring their friends too if they want, they did help tabris after all)
how joy so quickly turns to despair when they see those doors slowly creak open at the bottom with an unmoving tabris held in the arms of another, perhaps a friend, or a lover, with unrestrained tears flowing down their face (maybe with one witch absent, long gone before this even took place)
how shianni and soris cannot begin to believe that the savior, their savior, their cousin, is no longer with them, they were so alive before, and now they are not (their hero is something they will make the shems remember, they are gone so they could live)
how this is now the last time their father has to hold a funeral for his child, and only this time does he have a body to weep over (it's not any better than the first one)
do you ever just think
Day 2 - Folklore and History
A 100 word drabble for @cityelfweek :3 [divider credit]
A preacher's visit was always frustrating.
"What about us?" one of the kids whined.
"What do you mean?" Kallian whispered.
"What about us!"
"You and me? Girls? Elves?"
She fiercely nodded at the last word and Kallian smiled.
"I'll tell you later."
Afterwards, Kallian, Soris, and Shianni slipped under a boardwalk and waited for their audience.
They grabbed whatever props they could – loose string and pigeon feathers – and spoke of Aderyn, a city elf who weaved and stitched the birds and the sky to remind them that they could do more.
They never needed to know it was made up.
sunrise at the vhenadahl - ariya & kallian tabris
a very late drabble for @inquisimer & oc kiss week, finished up for @cityelfweek! ariya (15) and kallian (18) have a bet in the tabris cousinverse <3
rated g, no warnings, 282 words. divider credit.
If Ariya won, Kallian would have to stand in front of a gathered crowd and dance.
If Kallian won, Ariya would have to endure some unknown embarrassment that her older cousin annoyingly refused to elaborate on.
Ariya stood at the foot of the vhenadahl, arms crossed, and a smug smirk on her face. The sun was about to rise past the walls of the alienage and hit the leaves of the great tree, and once that happened, if there was still no Kallian, she would have won. And there wasn’t a single chance in the world her cousin would be able to wake up that early. No way at all.
She yawned, leaning against the trunk and closing her eyes. Really, there’d been hardly any reason for her to get up that early, Kallian wouldn’t have been there either way. Ariya peeked her eyes open, peering up at the sky. Any minute now.
“Oh dear.”
She jumped, and quickly paled.
Strolling around the other side of the vhenadahl, was Kallian. Bleary-eyed, a bird’s nest for hair, her dress on both inside out and backwards, yes, but there all the same.
Ariya looked her up and down, her eyes narrowed. “You cheated.”
“Cheated? My lovely, tiny, baby little cousin… so small, so little… there were no rules." Kallian yawned, in a way that managed to be self-satisfied and triumphant.
“Soris woke you,” Ariya frowned accusingly, already brewing up elaborate plans of revenge in her head.
“Yes he did.”
* * *
Later that day, Kallian waited until the market rush was in full swing before dragging Ariya out.
“Oh I love you too, Ya-Ya!” she crowed, smothering her teenaged cousin’s bright-red face in loud, mortifying kisses.