#Evangelina Cousland

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Happy Friday! How about ❛  forget about me and save yourself. please.  ❜ for Nathaniel/Cousland?

Thank you for this!!! Gosh I love writing these two :')

word count: 722 rating: T tw: blood, injuries

for @dadrunkwriting

The Deep Roads. Evangelina could happily live out the rest of her days without ever setting foot in the bloody Deep Roads again.

“Nathaniel,” she called out over her shoulder. The rest of their companions had gone in further ahead, but Nathaniel always insisted on keeping to the rear of the group. She allowed it, because it made sense from a tactical standpoint- he was an archer, he worked best at range. It gnawed at her a bit that he might be doing it because he didn’t trust her to watch their backs, but she could let it lie. In front of the others. For the sake of keeping the peace.

When he didn’t respond, Evangelina turned, spinning on the ball of one foot and slamming the other into the floor with irritation. “Nathaniel!” she huffed.

No response.

An uneasy feeling started to inch its way down her spine. Her hand went to the sword on her hip as she tentatively took a step back the way she’d come.

“Nathaniel Howe, if you don’t stop playing tricks on me right now….” she called out, sounding far more confident than she felt.

“I’ll be with you in a minute,” he responded finally, but it brought little relief. His voice sounded strained, and breathless, and wrong.

Evangelina started running. She quickly found Nathaniel tucked into an alcove, bleeding heavily.

“Nate, what the fuck,” she hissed as she knelt down and pushed his hands out of the way, attempting to stifle the blood with her fingers. “I know Anders isn’t here any more, but we have poultices.”

“I think this is a bit beyond a poultice.”

She scowled at him for a moment as her thoughts whirred. Somewhere close by, she heard the sound of shuffling footsteps against stone. Several shuffling footsteps. The blight in her blood reached out towards it, and she knew instinctively that there was a horde of darkspawn heading their way. A big horde.

Something in Nathaniel’s expression shifted, and she knew he could sense them, too.

“Evie,” he said, low, warningly.

But Evangelina was already reaching one blood-soaked hand down to the pouch on her waist, searching for one of the health poultices she always kept on her these days.

“You do not get to die on me,” she mumbled, trying in vain to flick the lid from the jar with her thumb. “Can you get your armour out of the way while I-” She took her other hand from his stomach, tried to twist the lid free, but her fingers were slick with blood and she couldn’t get a grip and-

“Evie,” he said. “There isn’t anything you can do. Forget about me, and go.”

“Absolutely not.” She was crying, Maker, why was she crying. “It’s not that much blood! It’s fine! We just need to get you back to the surface and we’ll find a healer. There might even be one in Orzammar who can help, that’s not too far? Stand up.”

“I’m in no position to fight,” Nathaniel said evenly, “and we both know there’s a lot of darkspawn headed our way.”

“Well, then, I’ll fight them.”

He raised an eyebrow. “On your own?”

She nodded confidently. “Yes.”

“Evie, you’re being ridiculous. There’s no point in both of us dying here today. Just leave me, and go.”

She ignored him, resorting to wiping the blood from her palm on her leggings ineffectually, and then, when the jar still wouldn’t open, trying to twist the lid off using her teeth.

Nathaniel watched her struggle for a moment before reaching out with a sigh, putting his hand over hers and stilling the motion before she could permanently damage herself.

“Please.” He said softly. It was a request. A plea.

“You don’t get to die until I permit it,” Evie said, her voice high and thin through her tears.

He sighed. She could see him debate with himself internally, before he was twisting the jar from her grasp and opening it for her. “The second we’re overwhelmed, you’re to run,” he insisted.

She snatched the jar back from him and scooped some of the poultice out with her fingers. “I don’t take orders from you.”

He laughed. Winced. Shifted slightly so she could lift his broken chain-mail out of the way a little better. “No. I don’t suppose you do.”

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Writing Prompts

Hello!! Welcome to my prompts page!! On Fridays, I'll be taking prompts for the Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle.

I'm happy to explore pretty much all the dynamics- platonic, romantic, antagonistic, I don't mind! I'm also happy to write platonic interactions between... anybody!! Or just single character-focused drabbles!!

I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort, and for fluffy little ficlets, so expect to see a lot of those.

This week I'm feeling: Solas/Rook and whatever tf they have going on, Loghain/Tabris(+ Zevran?) (platonic? ish? Rn I'm reading them as "so devoted the lines blur" tbh), Anora/Alistair, and Nathaniel Howe/Cousland.

Prompts:

sacrifices sentence starters

misc. sentence starters with a dash of angst

rivals (to lovers?) sentence starters

injury dialogue prompts

I'm working on a dedicated page for my OCs, but in the mean-time they're:

Eleri Tabris- duelist rogue, Zevran romance, convinced Alistair and Anora to rule together, spared Loghain. Eleri can be very soft-- she tends to be very understanding towards children, and people on the lower rungs of society. Amongst the nobility though--- she spent 99% of DA:O threatening violence to every nobleman she met. She trusts none of them. Noblewomen (and generally any nobles who aren't men) get a bit of a pass, but they are on thin ice. Loghain was the first one she offered a chance to (much to Alistair's dismay!!). He intrigues her, as someone who didn't grow up amongst the nobility. Her relationship with Zevran was sort of "slowly, and-then-all-at-once". In my game, it played out so that

Zevran's loyalty mission triggered on the way to rescue Anora from Arl Howe

Arl Howe is ofc in the palace where Eleri's extremely traumatic backstory took place, so she's just about not having a panic attack the whole time

I mis-clicked and Zevran offered her his earring during this mission. She said she only wanted it if it meant something. He reacted as he does (imo he lashes out here because this is his attempt at making their relationship transactional-- you helped me, I'll give you this. He understands transactional. He doesn't understand his feelings, and confronting them terrifies him)

Eleri gets taken to Fort Drakon before they can reconcile. Zevran is part of her rescue team

He then re-offered her the earring soon after. I think it worked well this way because I can say the fear of potentially losing her at Fort Drakon is what made him realise that he actually really does want to spend the rest of his life with her, if she'll have him (which she will ofc, she adores him)

Evangelina Cousland- champion warrior, Nathaniel Howe romance, convinced Alistair & Anora to rule together. Evangelina was actually inspired by a prompt I got here :') She ran away with me. Evangelina's life was planned out for her from the start. She was going to marry Thomas Howe, the son of her father's dear friend. She was going to be a lady, and host parties, and run Thomas' household. She was going to have lots of heirs, and wear the most beautiful dresses, and everyone was going to be so envious of her perfect, wonderful life. Of course, things don't work out that way. Arl Howe makes his move, killing Evangelina's entire family and taking them all by surprise. A Grey Warden happens to be visiting that day, and, well, you know the rest. Evangelina convinces Alistair to take the throne with Anora, and is unromanced going into Awakening-- where her childhood crush rival appears in her new/his former dungeon. I'm currently working on an AU where Evangelina does marry Thomas, and never becomes the HoF.

Neria Surana- spirit healer mage, Leliana romance, backed Anora for the throne, let Alistair kill Loghain. Neria's life before joining the Wardens was incredibly sheltered. The Circle is all she remembers. The world she encountered outside of Kinloch Hold is terrifying-- but so incredibly exciting, and honestly less scary than the older mages would've had her believe- darkspawn and all. She was drawn to Leliana, who had seen so much of the world already and who had so many fascinating stories to share. And slowly, over time, their nightly story-telling sessions evolved into something more. Post-DA:O their relationship is predominantly long-distance, although Leliana visits Neria wherever she's stationed when she can-- and once Leliana is made Divine, Neria suddenly has a lot of business to attend to in Orlais?? They snatch moments together when they can, and love each-other completely.

Coralie Hawke- purple f!Hawke mage, Anders romance, backed the mages, Carver is a Warden. Currently I'm working on a long-fic about Coralie where she escapes the Fade and builds her happily ever after with her found family. Generally, though-- humour is Coralie's coping mechanism. Since her father died, it's been her job to hold her family together. To keep them happy. And also, generally speaking-- if someone is laughing at her jokes, they aren't paying so much attention to the sparks dancing around her fingers. As her life and her family fall apart, she clings to her poorly-timed jokes like a raft. If she's laughing, it's okay. If people are smiling at her, she's alright. The mask only comes down amongst a few select people, and only in private. Essentially: she seems like the happiest, most confident person you've ever met, but she's actually held together with pieces of string and with hope.

Hissera Imekari Adaar- necromancy mage, romanced Josephine, sided with the mages. She has several names. Hissera (hope) is the one that she identifies with most, although her parents used both it and Imekari (child) interchangeably throughout her childhood (with 'Immy' remaining their nickname for her, however old she gets). Adaar (weapon, fire-thrower) is the name she adopted when she started work as a merc-- there aren't many jobs in the Free Marches for a qunari mage. I like to think post-DAI, she adds Montilyet to her long list of names, too. Hissera is somewhat awkward, especially around polite society. She puts a lot of effort into being lady-like, because she worries constantly about how her actions reflect back on Josie. Trying her best. Full of anxiety. Just wants everybody, in the entire world, to like her and be her friend.

MAJOR VEILGUARD SPOILERS BELOW !!!!!

Viveka Ingellvar- Mourn Watch death caller mage, romanced Bellara. She's a goth girl, she's always cracking jokes, and she loves her friends. She's also incredibly homesick all game bless her. On Tearstone Island, Bellara got taken by Elgnar'nan, and Viveka had a really, really rough time grappling with that in the regret prison. But it all worked out in the end ❤️