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Better Via Worse

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Amell Family Tree

Four generations of my Amells and Hawkes, finished at last after about 40 hours of work. O_O  I wish I had the space here to say something about them all, but this post would end up being a mile long because so many headcanons.  Well, if anyone’s interested in any of them, feel free to fire off an ask. And if anyone else feels inspired to make one of these for their own guys, I’d love to see it! ♥

Edit: Tumblr has resized it so it’s tiny even in full view.  If anyone wants to see it properly at the correct size, it’s here: http://onemooncircles.deviantart.com/art/Amell-Family-Tree-529522449

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Random Dragon Age: Inquisition headcanon -

(endgame spoilers and such)

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I imagine that in the moments just before the final confrontation, as the Inquisitor and her companions are making their way to the Temple of Sacred Ashes, a brief but significant conversation between two old “friends” takes place.

Because it wasn’t as though there was time enough for any proper planning - and it may have been folly to think that there would be one day more to prepare, to concoct some sort of plan. And it wasn’t as though Morrigan had contingencies at her fingertips - so long had she relied solely upon herself and no others, so long had she kept herself at arms’ length, if not more, lest proximity prove a danger.

So it is then that the Witch of the Wilds turned arcane advisor asks a favor of Leliana (haltingly, bitterly) - that the former Chantry sister, her one-time travel companion made spymaster and perhaps Divine-to-be, would watch over her son. Protect him, at all cost (and bring him to… his father? the Hero of Ferelden? the Empress of Orlais? raise him as her own?…), should the world survive but she perish.

And Leliana agrees before the question is completely uttered, taking a solemn vow for that most desperate gamble, knowing full well the pain the witch suffers to even pose the inquiry, and knowing full well that Morrigan would find a way to hold her to her promise, regardless of her fate.

They stand together in silence at the edge of the valley for but a few moments before the sky begins to bleed in green and red, and then Leliana takes Morrigan’s face gently in her hands and delivers the softest kiss on her cheek. She steps away, and the witch doesn’t glare, doesn’t lash out.

Instead, somehow calm and comforted, she asks “Was that your farewell?”

"No," is the reply. "I’m tired of saying good-bye to the people I love." And before she recedes into the shadows, before she returns to the forces of the Inquisition waiting breathless on the periphery, the spymaster says "Fight well, as only you can."

And Morrigan is left to ascend into the battle alone, with the scent of ash filling her nostrils, and the sound of grinding rock heavy against her ears. Her soul lifts under skin shifting, under wings unfurling - stretching across the darkness with the strength of scale and claw to guide her.

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To the last - 603 words

I’d love to see Morrigan interacting with literally anyone at Skyhold. She’s so isolated.

Dorian makes a fuss about the birds. So do many people. She has seen the notes. The looks. Witchcraft, they mumble, and it feeds her wicked thoughts.

There is not much to smile about, but the birds are glossy and demanding, heavy on her shoulder and wrist. They are loud enough that, sometimes, the rest of her can find quiet. And that is a precious thing.

A raven pecks her on the ear.

“I suppose you think this is a fine joke,” she says, grimacing as her fingers come away beaded with blood. “I know it is you, of course.”

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