Writer of Leliana/Inquistior

The first assumption is absolutely correct. Amayian tends to be more precise in his handwriting, which is helpful since Amayain's own reports tend to be focused on clarity that Leliana teases him about his lack of embellishment. But with Alexandra...well, it depends on how you classify awful penmanship. For her time-period, I'm sure it would have been considered flowing and clear, but I also imagine in the later ages, her writing is hard to really understand. Her penmenship (because of my Hamilton phase, lol), is heavily align with Hamilton's own.

Something like this, which while not the worse to read, you'll have to really get close to the document to really understand what she's writing.

This is actually a really great assumption! I think that assumption is fairly accurate. His family is proud of their linage and the parts they played in Thedasian history, so at a young age he was grilled with the gemology of House Trevelyan, the important figures of their house, as well as religious history, as it was assumed before his magic started to take root that he would have joined the Chantry or Templars. So, he fairly is quite knowledgeable about history, though as time goes on he tends to focus on cultural and political developments than just military history as would be considered the norm for his house.

Aw. Thank you for the asks!

I have two Inquisitors whom I primarily ship with Leliana.

The oldest, and perhaps dearest to me in my heart, is Alexandra Trevelyan, but there is also Amayian Trevelyan, too.

Alexandra Trevelyan and Leliana

For Amayian Trevelyan and Leliana

Prior to the Inquisition, Alexandra had only seen and heard references to nugs through very vaguely written bestiaries at Ostwick's Circle, though even she agreed that their authentic depiction of nugs later on was poorly done. So, she did not have an entirely good frame for reference when it came to seeing an actual one.

Admittedly, she does find them endearing, especially their faces and long ears. She finds their paws (hands?) a bit strange, but never dares utter such blasphemy in front of Leliana. I do think she would have a favorite, though. Likely Schmooples II is her favorite, since she finds the word such a fun thing to say, though Leliana does get a bit frustrated when a good portion of the nugs cuddle Alex at night then her.

Ahhh. I love them!

Since I couldn't romance Leliana in DAI, I actually did "canonically" - as canonically for BioWare's sake - romanced both my Inquisitors, Alexandra and Amayian, with Josephine on their playthroughs. I honestly adore Josephine's romance with all my heart. And honestly, depending on how politically savvy the Inquisitor is, they would be such a terrifying power couple in Thedas....or the cutest old couple you see sitting on their porch during the day, just talking.

Thank you for the question, anon!

Alexandra:

Alexandra has, let's say, a variety of tools to get the attention of her partner, for ill or for good. If it is something like cuddles or more naughtier activities, she tends to do the general same thing. Often she slides up close to her significant other, gently squeezes their sides, and whisper what she would like, while adding onto the mix cheek and neck kisses. Perhaps even a few soft nibbles, here and there if they are in a more private setting.

Amayian:

Amayian...has a hard time asking his partner for attention. Often times, he stares a lot at Leliana without really doing anything, and when asked, he responds, "I was just thinking about kissing you", all quiet-like. Later on, he might grasp their hand and squeeze gently once or twice if they are working on something, or he'll just wrap his arms around them and just press his face into their hair, mainly if its for cuddles or kisses. Stuff that are spicier he may outright say it if its in public or gently drag his partner off to somewhere more private. A good way is heating up the kisses while firmly, but not too hard, holding his partner close.

Bold to assume he wouldn't try to be the first to do that to Maxiana. But Amayian does truly appreciate it, after a while. (Just have to get used to the fact that Maxiana isn't like, you know, rewarding him like some kind of pet to real grasp the whole details of near unconditional love) Will absolutely get a very red Amayian.

Thank you for the ask!

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The arrow caught itself into the motor of the stone walls, shuddering for a single breath or two. The wind had whistled when it took flight, true and straight, but when the arrowpoint slammed into the stone, the air punched out of it like a strangled sigh. Another sigh came from Leliana's side, and she gave the dark-haired woman a smile. "You hit something this time, at least."

Frustration darkened Alexandra's eyes, the pale silver taking a faint golden hue from the reddish-bronze sunlight peaking over the mountains. Skyhold was a flush with soft pinks, deep reds, and hammered bronzes, the air aglow like flame. The gray stone, drained sick and tired, took a fine paler color, blushing from the lightly stroking fingers of dawn. A golden mantle swaddled the green leaves and brown boughs, gleaming with the light shinning in gems, and the trickles that dripped from between left soft golden patches upon the green grass and rock-strewn paths.

And the dawnlight did wonders up Alexandra, truthfully. A faint shroud of pale white ran down her thick dark curls like moonlight running along night-darkened lake, shimmering. Her pale cheeks, with its high-cheekbones, was painted lightly with a flush, either from the cold or frustration, Leliana could not be for sure. But the redness was pretty to her. It allowed Leliana to count all the fine freckles hidden in the paleness, like flowers lost in the snow. Her nose crinkled upward, her full lips drew down pouting, and the urge to laugh and kiss her nearly overwhelmed Leliana. She distracted herself by walking toward the locked-in arrow, drew it out with a little strength, and checked for any chippings, ignoring the teasing thoughts twirling in her mind.

Alexandra spoke, her annoyance not hidden. "A target that is over twenty feet tall and dozen or more feet wide. Truly, I shall be recalled in legends for besting the terrible stone demon known as the curtain wall." Her fingers gripped tight the bow, her already white hands growing whiter. "I never had such difficulty for other things, before." She shook her head, the strands cradling her face bouncing a little. "I don't see why I am not allowed to use my magic to help guide the arrow."

With the arrow in hand, Leliana rested her knuckles against her hips. The urge to smile was terribly hard when Alexandra was so cutely frustrated. So rare it was to see the collected, savvy, and murmured arrogant, Inquisitor all aflush and pouting like some child. Her bouncing thoughts seemingly fled her when the arrow left her hands, Leliana thought, amused.

"Because the entire point of this is to be assured you are well capable of fending enemies off when your magicks are low or depleted, and there is not enough lyrium for you to drink to get out to safety."

Alexandra's gaze shot up, and the great storm often unyielding in her eyes took shape once more. "I already mastered well enough the dagger and the sword and the shield - surely this is unnecessary." She paused for a moment, eyes widened a little. "But that does not mean I do not enjoy spending time with you, of course." Her lips curled into that teasing, insufferably arousing half-smile. "Though, I can think of other ways we can practice different techniques and abilities."

A flush stirred at Leliana's cheeks, peeking like the first leaves in spring. She grappled and tousled with it until she knew it was little more seen that the natural flush on her cheeks. "While the thought is tempting." And truly, it was. Leliana had found herself half distracted by Alexandra's outfit - snug black breeches that did not hide the strength of powerful and supply thighs, tied neatly with a belt to reveal flaring hips, and a loose white blouse where if Alexandra bent over at just the right angle, hints of pale and soft flesh was revealed. Indeed, she felt terribly wrong for eyeing Alexandra whenever she was not looking, but she could not help herself. Often the arousal would dwindle away to admiration, one of breathless and star-dazzled. Everything Alexandra did came easy and elegant, even in her failings. She flowed like a shadow running across a field, without any stiffness or rigidness to be seen, with easy practicality and assurance that bordered on arrogance. But that arrogance faded away with Leliana, it seemed. A glint of something more was seen through the mask of the Inquisitor - something real and shy and overwhelming and beautiful that Leliana wanted to jump into, damn the consquences. But such thoughts often lead to blindness...and Leliana could not be blind, not now. Not after Haven, not after Justinia.

But Maker, do I sometimes wish I could be - for this woman I barely know but who entraps me so. A coal of frustration smoked through her limbs, smoldered a little. "We still must be assured that you are safe, regardless. After all, who was the one who ran straight into a dual dragon fight without any regards?"

The flush returned, brightly crimson. Alexandra looked away, fingers strumming the bowstring, but her smile did not leave her face. It seemed to have grown. "Bull had dared me."

Leliana shook her head. "Yes, I know." You and your dares and your foolish pride. Leliana took a few steps, slid the arrow back into the quiver drummed up-right into the ground. As she did so, Alexandra brushed her leather-gloved fingers across Alexandra's arms. "We will not have that happen again, correct?"

In the corner of her eyes, Leliana took in the pleasure of Alexandra's face growing captured into ruddiness, flowing down her throat. "I will be sure it won't," she promised, muttering.

"Good." Leliana dusted her hands with a few swipes against the other. "Now, your arm was too stiff this time, and you allowed your strength to come from your arm, not your back."

The smile of before, the one teasing and gleeful, returned. "It is not my fault that I use my hands and arms more."

"And yet, your masterful fingers and arms will avail you nothing in the end if your arrow is anything but a great solid target made of stone." Leliana moved forward until she was nearly pressed against Alexandra's back. "Grasped your arrow."

Alexandra did, and Leliana took her by the underneath of her arm, rested the other flat against Alexandra's stomach. She tried not to think of the sweet vanilla wafting from her dark curls. It would be so easy to lay a kiss to her neck, if I wanted. Here the Inquisitor was, trapped in Leliana's arms, such a lovely reward if there was any. She could brush the thick curls to one shoulder, reveal the pale secrets to her eyes and her eyes alone. She would be able to feel Alexandra's pulse quicken, the heat of embrassment and arousal burning Leliana's lips as teeth dug deep into skin, marking her for all to see.

She pushed those thoughts away. Now is not the time, she thought. With the softest pressure to her stomach, Leliana pressed Alexandra straight, and she softly cursed the fact that the woman was taller even with her boots on. Rising on her tip-toes, Leliana glanced and guided Alexandra's aim until it was true on the target. The hand on the stomach slid along, around her waist, pressed gently across her back with ghosty strokes. Leliana rested her chin on Alexandra's shoulders, turned a little, and whispered softly in her ear. "Aim, aim. Relax your arm, let your strength come from your back." Leliana felt Alexandra do so, the muscles beneath her fingers shifting and bundling as she drew her arm back, her fingers close to her face."

She adjusted her aim again, praising her all the while. "Now, l loosen your fingers, and let it fly."

The air sang with the easiness in which the arrow to flight. Winds whistling, the arrow struck true, and pride flickered through Leliana's stomach." She laughed gently, wrapped her arms around Alexandra's waist, and laid a kiss to her cheek. Heat burned her lips from the blush. "Good girl. You did amazing."

"Leliana?"

"Yes, ma cheri?"

"Bedroom, now."

Amayian would smile a little at her, a bit shyly even. "But you all deserves all the love and happiness of the world."

Honestly, just by brushing his hair can get Amayian to be sleepy. He might protest a little, but as he takes in Faeven's scent, her warmth, and staring up at her, her hair cloaking his vison in a curtain of black, Amayian thinks he can do it. It will be difficult to do so, but for her he will try.

Aw, absolutely. Though knowing Amayian and Cullen, they might be out with the kids, playing with them. Maxiana and Leliana before enjoy the sight a lot. Plus, with Rhys, I can see him being particularly close with the twins, and Esmyial and him might be baking in the kitchen for the family. (I don't know how good of a baker Rhys is, but little Esmi would have him tag-along regardless of his skills.)

Oh, absolutely. Though, depending on what type of training they're doing quite depends. Personally, for extra protection, I can see Amayian offering to help Maxiana train with her daggers, especially if the Red Templars still have the accessibility to rescind a mage's abilities. So, that can definitely leave to many close encounters before Amayian or Maxiana give the other a look, and Amayian is carrying her away to a more private "training" center.

Since Leliana is her canonical partner, I would use her.

One romantic thing Alexandra adores the most about Leliana is the small things she does - preparing her tiny meals that she leaves when Alexandra accidentally falls asleep while working and helping her pick out new clothes in the morning. Basically being considerate to things Alexandra has difficulty doing or overlooks too often.

One sexual thing is how considerate Leliana is as a lover. Although Alexandra is the one showering her in pleasure, Leliana also is very much open and desires to cover her lover in adoration and sexual desire, like eating out until Alexandra's thighs are shaking.