#HIGH3VER.

[l0nglives]

plots please

this time it's for our two wardens sophie "cry baby" amell & elissa "im the brunette one" cousland !

more than one warden during the blight. always. enter "im so fucking sheltered & wide-eyed abt everything" sophie amell being elissa's shadow. does elissa enjoy it ? no one knows , only the rare pippa knows , but sophie does it anyway. she's just , wow , you're so worldly elissa , & elissa is like it comes with your family being slaughtered. however !!! while she is a doe eyed ingenue & literally ~am baby~ radiating from her bc she is rather young , she is a powerhouse in a fight. this mage goes from wondering how alistair can be a bastard if only people that are married can have babies to wielding a kick-ass arcane mage / knight enchanter & it's honestly a bit scary.

while my main canon is that sophie sacrifices herself , or if in the case of multiple wardens she dies , it would be cool if elissa or sophie is at vigils keep in awakening. it'll be funny. only if sophie survives she's not as much of a tag-along as she used to be , but now she's around 18 / 19 & coming into her own. maybe she figures out where babies come from. maybe it's still a mystery.

look i'm not creative so my third thing is always gonna be shorter than the rest ... but ... griffons. they find griffons. could be in between da2 & inquisition or after inquisitiion , but. griffons.

[highaver]

@high3ver. call.

ㅤ"You should eat." He offers forth a bowl, and only briefly hesitates. As if to ease any correct worries: "I didn't cook it."

[fals3nd]

@high3ver said ; i just wanted to make sure you were okay. (for greer!)

"i hate her." greer doesn't flinch as yet another arrow is loosed from her bow. it flies across the training yard and sinks into the target. bullseye. no satisfaction at her own skill is visible in cold eyes and pursed lips as greer strides across the range to pull her arrows from the target - there are multiple, in small and precise groupings.

"and don't say something about oh, greer, she's our sister, you can't mean that," her approximation of elissa's voice is terrible, "because i do. did you hear what she said to that poor - - - lady - - - whatever her name is, the redheaded one? elethea made her cry, elissa, and didn't even look sorry for it!"

[serbaird]

@high3ver asked: selfish, i suppose. not to want to spend my entire life screaming on the inside.

ㅤGregor laughed. Some small and soft thing, more a breath than anything else. A glance was cast Lady Elissa's way, fearful that she may take his laughter in bad faith, even if he was an ever-loyal knight of her father's. It simply struck him as so familiar.

ㅤHow odd a life this was, to have such status and yet be so well and truly restrained by the very same society that had granted it. Gregor had believed it to be a knight's problem, more than anything else. Or perhaps the price of existing in this world when he came from such humble origins. Play by the rules, do not speak out of turn. It was strange to think that both he and a child of a teyrn could be so similarly limited. Though he was not such a fool as to think them exactly alike.

ㅤ“ Self-sacrifice is indeed a noble trait, my lady, ” he said, hands clasped behind his back as he walked beside her. “ But... I do believe in some cases, selfishness should not always be frowned upon. ” Brow furrowed in thought, then, as if Gregor was trying to ascertain whether he was overstepping any boundaries. Gently: “ If you do not mind my asking... what is the cause of this frustration? ”

[wornkindness]

@high3ver sent: i bet he's not so tough.

ㅤㅤShe can’t help but laugh as her gaze turns to Marzell who stands some ways away, well out of ear shot. “Marzell? Oh no, not at all, he’s a big softie really.” Not that one could exactly tell from first glance. Her cousin was well guarded and for good reason. However far unlike his father he was in all the way that mattered. Once one made the slightest dent, the walls came down with tremendous ease.

ㅤㅤHer gaze returned to Elissa as an idea came to her. “Shall I introduce you?" Though she’s not really waiting for an answer as her hand slips into the brunette’s, pulling her along. "I think you two will become fast friends, and I'm rarely ever wrong on such matters."

[omegahs]

@high3ver. * elissa & fergus : what are you doing all the way out here ?

" oh, you know, " lifting his cup in the vague direction of the castle, he gives his sister a sad smile. there is no point in pretending to be fine with her; elissa saw through everything it seemed. he'd seated himself on a stone bench in the castle gardens, leaning his elbows on his knees. not so much drinking his wine as much as watching it swirl around blankly. " hiding from the condolences, " one can only hear how sorry so much before it loses all meaning. before it starts feeling false, before one begins imagining daggers clutched behind the backs of well - wishers. the castle was filled with people he had known all his life, people he had once called friends. but rendon howe had been a friend to him, too. only in the presence of his sister does he relax. " what about you, hm? you're out here, too. " he shifts over a little, making room on the bench beside him.

[odett3]

@high3ver said ; ❝ sometimes there is no happy choice, only one less grievous than the others. ❞

her hands remain folded gently in her lap as odette looks out across the lake rather than at her companion. cold water drips from sodden hair and she sighs at the thought. "yes," her voice wisps away from her, out across the water despite how quietly she speaks, "that is true. i have found it true." something in her chest aches and her fingers flutter to rest against her collarbone.

"the others are more hopeful. i fear you have found someone who will wallow rather than try to find the happier choices." the other swan-maidens still smile, sometimes, tucking their hands into each others and speaking among themselves, the occasional giggle issuing from them. odette cannot let herself do the same. "some are still able to find the happiness hidden amongst the grief."

[highevir-a]

Pippa and Nan on the dash talking about Mabari so I’m here to say that Orlaith’s Mabari, Bogdi, is probably slightly smaller that Elethea and Elissa’s dogs, but still massive.

[omegahs]

satisfied at his success in lightening her mood - even if only a little, he returns her smile. different though their temperaments might be, his daughters were more similar than either of them would allow. though he would not deny that elethea was ... trying at times. it was not surprising that the pair of them butted heads as often as they did, considering their stubborn natures; though he did not need to ask who started their current quarrel. it certainly wasn't in elissa's nature to provoke.

" i don't know about that, pup, " he chuckles, leaning his head to rest his cheek atop her head. " your mother has the same ability to influence the air around her. and you know how she can darken a room when she's of a mood, " then, nudging her gently in the ribs pointedly. " as can your sister, " though if it was bad enough to make even elissa's even temper boil, it must have taken considerable provocation. " do i want to know what happened? "

@omegahs (BRYCE!) said: ❛ my little storm cloud, don’t let it get too dark in here.❜

it is difficult to hold a scowl - - indeed, it is simply difficult not to smile, at least a little - - at her father's words. as though the simple act of naming her mood so affectionately had lifted it. if not sunlight through the clouds, then the light of the moon after rain, silver-bright.

"i do not think i can effect the state of the sky, papa," elissa says, glancing up at the darkening skies. "and we aren't in anywhere at all." (she knows what he means, certainly. that the darkness he means is of her mood and not of brightness.) a heavy sigh and she lets her head fall against his shoulder, kicking her heel against the wall they're perched on. "she makes me so angry sometimes," she says. "i can't help it."

[highevara]

YOU MAY BE AS DIFFERENT AS THE SUN & THE MOON, BUT THE SAME BLOOD FLOWS THROUGH BOTH YOUR HEARTS. @high3ver

[kins0ul]

where you can find me in 2024!

@homebehind (multifandom multimuse, all characters have multiple verses available and can easily slot into new aus)

@pathstread (fandomless AND fandom-based oc multimuse)

@high3ver (elissa cousland, dragon age origins companion/cousland sister oc)

@kins0ul (zya, baldur's gate 3 cleric of selûne oc, mainly written as a tav but with companion options available. also fits well into other dnd/general fantasy verses)

@merr1n (merrin, baldur's gate 3 dark urge oc. also fits well into other dnd/general fantasy verses)

[highaver]

@high3ver asked: Maybe it’s just nice here. I almost hate to find out what’s wrong.

ㅤAnother day, another village on the brink. Somewhere between Redcliffe and the Frostbacks this time, and Balfour supposed that he would figure out exactly where they were when they were finally able to talk to a villager. Maybe it's just nice here, Elissa had said. He didn't think anywhere nice existed in Ferelden anymore.

ㅤ“ Darkspawn, ” he chanced a guess. “ Bandits, blood mages, demons. Why not a corrupt bann, at this point? Mistreating his people as he saves himself from the Blight. ” Nothing surprised him anymore. It was a fact that soured his mood and made him dread every new dawn. But he would persist. They had no other choice. After a few moments' looking around the area, he asked, “ Shouldn't there be more villagers around? Do you think they all left? ”

[fals3nd]

@high3ver said ; ‘ you’re right , i don’t know what i’m talking about . ’ (for greer?)

and doesn't that just take the wind right out of her sails? greer stops dead in her tracks, pacing halted mid-stride by those words. it almost makes her more angry, because now it's rude and mean if she's angry when elissa is agreeing and letting her win. "don't do that," greer snaps, arms crossing over her stomach, "don't just - capitulate 'cause you know it's as good as winning."

[omegahs]

@high3ver. & eleanor. : i had the strangest dream.

it was no difficult task to tell when something was amiss with elissa. not for eleanor, at least. her daughter was a near perfect reflection of herself, a glimpse into her youth. not only in appearance, but in manner as well. standing behind her, she studies her daughter's face in the glass as she pulls the brush through her long, dark waves. a sacred ritual for eleanor, greeting her in the morning and dressing her for the day. it had been, in part, a reason for her not hiring ladies maids for either of her daughters. " strange? in what way, my darling? "

[highaver]

@high3ver. call.

"How do you feel?" A genuine question, of course. Balfour always cared for the state of his siblings and that wouldn't change simply because he had plans for today. They had all suffered a difficult week, the aches and pains still clinging even to Balfour. But there was much to be done. "Good enough to come with me? I heard talk of Loghain's men, in the village over." They would do best to deal with them now.

[highaver]

@high3ver asked: ❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

"The Grey Wardens like their secrets. Riordan made us swear not to say."

Not that Balfour has cared a lick about Warden secrets before, of course. Truth be told, he simply needs a little more time to come to terms with what it is he's just heard. His stands in the drawing room with his balled fist resting against his hip, the other hand trailing fingers anxiously through the beard he's grown over this last year.

He feels sick. A one in five chance of certain death. And that's if they all survive long enough to reach the Archdemon in the first place.

"Elissa..." He looks at her finally, a firm frown set at his brow. His thoughts are almost etched clear upon his face. She has been through enough, hasn't she? She has seen enough. "I do not want you to fight with us tomorrow."