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Come inside and be with me, alone with me Alone, with me alone If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses Then I wouldn't have to scream your name Atop of every roof in the city of my heart If I could see you Once more to see you If I could see you Once more to see you
HAPPY VEILWEEN (eve)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am SOOOOOOO happy with how this year's fen'o'lantern turned out, based off some of the frescoes we see in Trespasser. it's a bit of an evolution of my 2020 jack o'lantern based on The Tower. I also have a video showing all the sides :)
now back to going insane until i can finally see this elf again tomorrow 🙏
Fen'Harel and Lavellan
Welcome back, master of the worst plans.
“Your abilities declare the world real. Who, if not the Maker of this world, could grant such a gift?”
“I told you I would find another way. Why would you not listen?” “I could not afford to hope.” “Then both our worlds are lost.”
Dragon Age Uprising
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I couldn’t decide which version I wanted to color/render and now I high key want to do both. -_-
commission of solas and avira for the wonderful @lavellanlove ! i’ve stanned avira for several years so the fact i got to write for her is RIDICULOUS to me, maia from 2 years ago wouldn’t believe it lol. thank you for commissioning me, lovely ! i hope you enjoy <3
solavellan, 5000 words, fluff/romance/angst
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Varric has made a habit of befriending the new recruits.
They always have questions, and he’s always happy to answer.
Tonight, in the mess hall, it’s a short, red-headed elf with big ears and enough freckles to replace all the sand on Antivan beaches and then some. She’s from Orlais, she told him, from the Val Royeaux alienage, and even though he probably has even more questions about her after learning that, he doesn’t get the chance to ask them.
Because, of course, all anyone wants to talk about is the Inquisitor.
Especially nowadays. It’s hard to ignore the tension in the air when it hangs there, so hot and thick like it’s breathing down the back of your neck. Avira and Solas – if Varric can really even call him Solas anymore – are at a stalemate, and everyone’s just waiting for one of them to knock the other off the chessboard. And then, of course, for the entire board to explode into splinters and leave nothing but dust behind.
Tonight, though, everyone’s drunk or tired enough to pretend things are peaceful, and Varric isn’t going to pass up an opportunity to feel the same. Especially when there are plenty of recruits looking for company, and Varric’s looking to give it.
The elf’s chin is practically to the table with how far she’s bending in her chair to avoid Avira’s watchful eye as she strolls through the room. “She’s scary,” the girl comments.
“Is she?” Varric turns around in his chair to look at her. “Didn’t notice.”
“What?” she says. “How can you not notice? She’s… she’s…”
“I don’t know, kid,” he replies, turning back around to smirk at her. “Once you know someone long enough, see them at some low, low points -”
“Like what?” She pushes herself off of her chair, practically throwing herself across the table to get up-close in Varric’s face as she whispers, “Like when the Dread Wolf Fen’Harel abandoned her?”
He chuckles. “Hey, it wasn’t quite like that –“
“Well, what was it like, then?”
Ah. It always comes to this. Normally, Varric’s not one for gossip, but – well, okay, that’s a lie. But normally, he’s not one for gossip that could result in him getting his ass kicked by one of the most powerful women in Thedas, except, this time, it feels like it’d end up being pretty beneficial to the cause. All things considered, these young recruits they’ve wrangled up are probably going to end up doing a lot better for Avira if Varric strikes the fear of the Maker into them first. Even if it’s just a little. Also, it can be pretty entertaining (and sometimes Varric needs desperately to be entertained). When it comes to talking about Avira, people flock to Varric like they’re a bunch of little kids and he’s a grandmother reading them a well-worn copy of The Seer’s Yarn with a plate of elfroot cookies cooling off in an open windowsill.
Varric leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and kicking his boots up onto the table.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he replies, grinning. “To be honest, kid, they were weren’t always like this…”
I have no doubt Solas enjoys intimacy in all it’s forms.
Like if an ace Inquisitor just wanted to lie in bed all day kissing and touching but not having sex, he would be like, “Fuck yes!”
And if an ace Inquisitor found passion in intellectual conversation, he would be like, “Talk dirty to me, vhenan.”
And if an ace Inquisitor found intimacy in sharing experiences, he would be like, “I can show you the world” magic carpet ride and take them on a million fade dates.
And if you’re like, “I’d rather eat cake,” he would take you to Val'Royeux, let you pick out all the flavors, and you would eat cake together.
Solas is THE ace boyfriend - I will fight you on this.
♝: Reading a book together? For a Solavellan pairing?
It has been ten years since I’ve written Solavellan, so it is clearly long overdue! Here, have some pre-relationship Solavira, in which Solas realizes just how close to the vest Avira holds even the smallest vulnerabilities.
Solas x Avira 800 words (re: Acts of Intimacy) _______________
She hid the book the moment he ducked into the tent, holding her place with her finger underneath her woolen blanket.
“Solas,” she said in greeting. “I thought you intended to sleep in the charred hut to the North; see what stories might linger there in the Fade.”
His shoulders almost imperceptibly raised and lowered again in a shrug. “Regrettably, the spiders did not seem keen to share.”
She shook her head and chuckled. “Well, you’re welcome to join me here. This tent is more than large enough for another bedroll.”
The corners of his lips curved up in a gentle smile, but his eyes were fixed on her hands, still tucked under the blanket. After a careful pause, he crouched down, looking back up to meet her eyes “Avira, might I ask - why do you hide that you’re reading?”
Solas by Tedjas
Lavellan by Ася Митина
You can feel your heart beating, too much and not enough— Don't turn back. There's nothing left for you there. Not anymore. The ashes won't keep you warm.
Keep what you need of your hope, carve it into your bones when you run out of skin.
The sunrise fades from the horizon.
—when hope is lost, lovers make dangerous enemies | p.d vulpe commissioned by lavellanlove
