#Isera Lavellan

[vir-tanadahl]

Veilguard Spoilers Video - Solavellan Ending

My bby Isera Lavellan and Solas

[dragonagetrashurgh]

He is so obsessed with her and he doesn't even know it yet. Prepare to get wrecked by her rare and marvellous spirit, idiot.

[thebookworm0001]

ellana needs sera in her life because somebody has to get her to enjoy a little bit of silliness and troublemaking and remind her that she's a person not a title

[vanmarkham]

this has been in my drafts and its time to oc dump

sooo faron's wife and isera's daughter were murdered in a raid on the lavellan camp by humans from a nearby town who were trying to rob them of their food stores. losing her child pretty much broke her entirely and faron became the person she used to ground herself in her grief, however he had his own grief and isera became a really unhealthy enabler of his own actions.

it began with vengeance. killing the men that attacked them and it span out of control quickly, seeking out more injustices in passing towns they could rectify through attacks of their own. until finally keeper deshanna told them they needed to stop their actions, which were endangering the others, or be cast out of the clan. faron agreed to stop. isera did not and left (also toying w reluctantly agreed bc faron did but continues to try to convince him to leave with her). when faron heard of the conclave he begged the keeper to allow him to go and spy as a way to prove himself an asset to clan lavellan once again. she agreed

and then inquisition

[dreadwolfreturns]

Isera Lavellan, hunter of clan Lavellan. She’s very tired and doesn’t want to be here.

She looks so much like the Hero of Ferelden that Leliana has to do a double take every time she sees her

[sasskarian]

Non-OC ships I sail:

DA:

Canders (Carver/Anders) Tethraghast (Varric/Cassandra) Merribela (Merrill/Isabela) Sebasanthy (Sebastian Vael/Bethany Hawke) Adoribull (Dorian Pavus/Iron Bull) Sagna/Dagnera (Sera/Dagna) (I also love Blackwall and Josie even though they can’t be together– the tragic admiration/love is just too fantastic) (And there’s a little something to be said for Leliana/Josie, too, but I blame that on a couple of fantastic fics rather than something I see in the game)

ME:

Vegilliams (James Vega/Ashley Williams) Wrexara (Wrex/Bakara) Taligar (Tali/Kal Reegar) Jedi (Joker/Edi) Liavik (Liara/Javik) Mordin/Happiness Thane/Happiness Thane/Shepard/Garrus Nihlus/Shepard Nihlus/Shepard/Garrus

Other:

Stormlight/Cosmere - Kaladin/Shalan (i am allowed to have my fantasies) Stormlight/Cosmere - Shallan/Adolin Stormlight/Cosmere - Kaladin/Shallan/Adolin Stormlight/Cosmere - Renarin/Rlain Stormlight/Cosmere - Dalinar/Navani Cosmere/Mistborn - Vin/Elend Cosmere/Mistborn - Wax/Steris Cosmere/Mistborn - Wayne/MeLaan

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GoT - Robb/Theon (not my fault; i read some excellent fic at one point) GoT - Brienne/Jaime and Brienne/Tormund (look i like them both for different reasons don’t judge me)

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Miraculous Ladybug - Marinette/Adrien Miraculous Ladybug - Ladybug/Chat Noir Miraculous Ladybug - Alya/Nino Miraculous Ladybug - Luka/Marinette/Adrien

My OCs:

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DRAGON AGE

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Isera Lavellan

One sentence description: medium-tol, angry, hot mess who didn’t ask for any of this shit but is making the best out of a bad situation Nickname: Issy (will cut you if you use it); Ashes Age: 28 in 9:40D Social Status: Former First of Clan Lavellan; Currently Herald of Andraste of the New Inquisition Relationship Status: It’s Complicated? Height: 5'7" Hair colour: silver Eye colour: gray-green Distinguishing Features: The Anchor; facial scars on lip, brow, and cheek; Mythal vallaslin; back, arms, and shoulders have vallaslin Family: Ethelan (brother); Eolas (father); Deshanna (grandmother) Love interest: Cullen “ball of awkward” Rutherford, Commander of Inquisition Forces Friends/Allies: Merrill; Dorian Pavus; Varric Tethras Enemies: Everyone in fucking Tevinter except for Dorian; Everyone in Orlais in general; the magister/god/darkspawn trying to take over the world; that one snooty merchant in Orlais she wants to smack Alternate Universe Love Interest: Evariste LeMarque/Fairbanks Face Claim: Katheryn Winnick

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Ethelan Lavellan

One sentence description: tol, sassy terrible flirt who sings like an angel and knows he’s too attractive for his own good Nickname: Eth; Amatus (Dorian only) Age: 29-ish (he’s only a little older than Isera but they bicker about it constantly) Sexual Orientation: bi and loud about it Social Status: Huntsmaster of Clan Lavellan Relationship Status: Firmly taken Height: 5’10” Hair colour: Auburn Eye colour: green Family: Isera (sister); Eolas (father); Deshanna (grandmother) Love interest: Dorian; Iron Bull, sort of; although he also flirts terribly with Cassandra and Varric Friends/Allies: Varric Tethras; Cassandra Pentaghast; Sera;  Enemies: the kitchen cook who keeps running him out when he steals frilly cakes Face Claim: [young] Travis Fimmel

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Iveani Lavellan [Voiceverse]

One sentence description: medium soft girl who lives too much in dreams and still doesn’t get enough sleep Nickname: Vee; Iv Age: 33-ish Social Status: Second of Clan Lavellan Relationship Status: Very Complicated Height: 5’4” Hair colour: brown Eye colour: golden-brown Distinguishing Features: Sylaise vallaslin; freckles; partially-docked ear  Family: ??(father); Deshanna (grandmother); Miseri (little sister); Davhalla (little brother) Love interest: Solas, Creators help her Friends/Allies:  Enemies: Duke Antoine of Wycome; any red Templar or Venatori unlucky enough to stumble into her path Face Claim: Emmy Rossum

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Marian Hawke [Glitterverse]

One sentence description: tol, dirty-minded, never-takes-anything-seriously actress very good at getting into Weird Shit Nickname: Hawke; That Bitch; Birdie (Anders only) Age: 30-mumble Sexual Orientation: bi and loud about it Social Status: Amell and doesn’t care Relationship Status: Firmly taken Height: 5’10” Hair colour: black as her soul Eye colour: Bright blue-green Family: Garrett (twin); Bethany (sister); Carver (brother) Love interest: Fenris; Anders (ish);  Friends/Allies: Varric Tethras; Anders;  Enemies: that one studio intern who keeps giving her decaf Face Claim: Kiera Knightley

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Valira Surana

One sentence description: smol, confused bookworm who got handed a sword and a dog and found out she had a hell of a spine. Nickname: Val Age: 20 Sexual Orientation: demi Relationship Status: “I might be dating an assassin? I think? It… is dating, right? Not an accomplice?“ Height: 5’0” Hair colour: red-gold Eye colour: golden-brown Love interest: Zevran Face Claim: Nathalie Emmanuel

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MASS EFFECT

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Iolana Shepard

One sentence description: Commander. Fucking. Shepard. Age: mid-30s Relationship Status: Taken Height: 5’4” Hair colour: auburn Eye colour: gray Distinguishing Features: biotic implant; facial scars Family: Rear Admiral Hannah Shepard; Kahele (father); Elizabeth Shepard Love interest: Garrus Vakarian; Thane Krios Enemies: Reapers; Councilor Udina Face Claim: Kelly Hu

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Sara E. Ryder

One sentence description: The textbook definition of “bad role model” Age: 23 Sexual Orientation: Flexible, very Relationship Status: Taken Height: 5’7” Hair colour: Brown with red highlights Eye colour: Hazel-Green Family: Scott Ryder (brother); Henry (honorary uncle); Nakmor Drack (grumpy adoptive father) Love interest: Jaal Ama Darav with some mild Kandros lusting going on Enemies: The Archon; Jarun Taan; anyone who says anything about her found family;  Face Claim: Jennie Jacques

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ELDER SCROLLS

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Hero of Kvatch/Champion of Cyrodiil

One sentence description: One very confused magic-wielding assassin who really just wanted to kill a few people Age: mid-30s Relationship Status: Pining Endlessly Height: 5’4” Hair colour: Dark Eye colour: Green Species: Altmer Love interest: Martin Septim; Lucien LaChance (formerly)

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Dragonborn

One sentence description: "Look, man, I just wanted to leave this fucking tundra, okay? Next thing I know, I’m sucking up dragon souls and stabbing draugr and fucking– just– I need a drink.“ Age: 30s Relationship Status: Taken Height: 5'11” Hair colour: Silver Eye colour: Gold Species: Khajiit Family: Ma'isha (daughter), Hroar (son), Aventus Arentino (son) Love interest: Farkas (married); Inigo (queerplatonic polyamorous)

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Evelyn Swann - Fallout 4 Sole Survivor

One sentence description: Ghost of apocalypses past here to kick ass and dismantle the Institute brick by brick Age: 30s Relationship Status: Married, Widowed, now sort of casually dating her commanding officer who may or may not be human Height: 5'8” Hair colour: Red Eye colour: Green Affiliation: Brotherhood (formerly), Railroad (currently), Minutemen (currently) Family: Shaun (son) Love interest: Danse/M7-97; Nick Valentine (it happened in a dream; and kinda in the very AU past)

[deeproadsdick]

Awesome icon by @destinyapostasy that I finally got a chance to upload!!

Isera Lavellan-she WILL cut you!! so don't test her (looking at you dread egg)

[gezdrasz]

Art trade with @vir-tanadahl ❤️Isera Lavellan❤️

[hansmannette]

Commission of Isera Lavellan and her twins Veira and Sora for @vir-tanadahl !! Thank you so so much for this!

[elevanetheirin]

@vir-tanadahl because I SUPER liked the ear jewelry I put on her but the hair covered it up....Also it took me like 10 mins to run a quick render haha

That’s a dragon wrapped around her right ear :D

Isera Lavellan :D <3 

[vir-tanadahl]

Timeless

Summary: Isera Lavellan is living in modern Thedas completing her research on plants when her research takes her to a place in the Solasan Mountain range. The discovery of a strange glowing mirror takes her to a world she has never known before where she meets someone she never thought existed. (Find on Ao3) Fen'harel (Solas) x Lavellan

Chapter 21: Tension in the Breath

The evening's lessons concluded, but the itch to practice clung to Isera like a restless wind. The knowledge she had gained gnawed at the edges of her mind, urging her to try again—this time without Solas or Felassan watching. She slipped away to her private garden, the moonlight casting soft, silvery shadows over the flowers and herbs, the scent of lavender lingering in the cool night air.

Standing in the center of the garden, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the quiet hum of nature calm her nerves. With a steady breath, she summoned the magic, feeling it gather in her core. Her hands moved instinctively, and a shimmering barrier began to form around her—a bubble of translucent energy that flexed gently with her movements.

Her heart swelled at the small success. It wasn’t perfect, but it held.

Encouraged, Isera narrowed her focus, trying to increase the tempo like she’d seen Solas do. The magic pulsed under her fingertips, responsive and eager—but as she pushed faster, the rhythm slipped. The barrier flickered, then wobbled unevenly, energy spiraling out of sync.

Before she could catch it, the spell unraveled with a sharp crack, arcs of unstable magic scattering in jagged bursts. Isera yelped and stumbled back as the remnants fizzled out around her, the force rattling the garden leaves and sending a pot of herbs tumbling off its shelf.

She exhaled hard, raking her hands through her hair, fingers knotting briefly in frustration. The embarrassment stung, even though there was no one to witness her failure. Why can’t I get this right? she thought bitterly. It had seemed so simple when Felassan and Solas demonstrated—effortless, even.

But here she was, standing in the moonlit quiet with nothing but the remnants of a failed spell and the ache of frustration settling in her chest. She closed her eyes, clenching her fists at her sides. The magic thrummed beneath her skin, eager to be called upon again, but her confidence wavered.

She sighed heavily, her breath clouding in the cool air. “It’s just a spell,” she whispered to herself, though the words did little to calm the storm inside her. The garden, usually her place of solace, felt stifling now, every plant and stone a reminder of what she couldn’t yet grasp.

Isera took another deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs, grounding her. She rolled her shoulders back, flexing her fingers as she summoned the magic once more. This time, she focused on the memory of Felassan’s fluid barrier—how it flexed, adapted, and mended itself under pressure. She needed to stay calm. Flow with it, not fight against it, she reminded herself.

The magic surged under her skin, responding to her will. Slowly, the shimmering barrier began to form again, wrapping around her like a translucent cocoon. She could feel it humming, gently expanding and contracting with her breath, more stable than her earlier attempt. A small wave of satisfaction flickered within her—It’s holding.

Encouraged, Isera maintained the rhythm, steady and focused, resisting the urge to rush. She let the magic pulse outward with each beat of her heart, feeling it spread evenly, as if matching the cadence of the moonlight filtering through the garden leaves. The barrier shimmered, solid and fluid, and for a moment, it felt like she had it.

But the moment she tried to push faster, the magic wavered. It fought against her control, the delicate balance slipping as the barrier flickered erratically. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold it steady, but the magic rippled wildly, like a taut thread stretched too far.

A sharp crack split the night as the barrier fractured. Energy spiraled out in chaotic arcs, scattering sparks through the garden. Isera stumbled, catching herself just before falling. The spell fizzled, unraveling into nothing, leaving the garden still except for the gentle rustle of leaves stirred by the magic’s fading remnants.

She exhaled in frustration, her hands trembling slightly from the effort. That was closer—better—but not good enough.The sting of near success was sharper than failure. It had held for longer this time, but still, the control slipped through her fingers when she needed it most.

Unknown to Isera, Solas had been standing at the garden’s edge, quietly observing her attempts. He moved with the quiet grace of a shadow, stepping forward just as she prepared to cast again.

“You’re gripping too tight,” he murmured, his voice low, carrying the kind of calm that soothed yet unsettled all at once.

Isera gasped, startled by his sudden presence. She spun toward him, her heart racing. “I—when did you…?” she stammered, words catching in her throat as she struggled to find her composure.

Solas gave her a small, unreadable smile but said nothing, his gaze steady as he closed the space between them. His presence, always deliberate and steady, felt grounding, like the soft hum of magic lingering in the air. Standing behind her, he reached forward and placed his hands over hers, his fingers warm and sure as they guided her gestures.

Isera inhaled sharply, her pulse quickening—not just from the surprise, but from the closeness. His touch was careful but intimate, sending a ripple of warmth through her skin. It was a reminder of both comfort and desire, stirring a mixture of emotions she wasn’t prepared to confront.

Solas’s voice remained low, a steady murmur in the quiet of the garden. “Magic flows best when it’s treated as an extension of yourself,” he explained, his breath warm against her ear. “It isn’t something to control, Isera—it’s something to guide.”

His hands, still over hers, moved slowly, gently encouraging her motions to be fluid, almost instinctive. “You must trust it, just as you would trust your emotions. Both must move through you without resistance.”

Isera let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of his words settle within her. The magic stirring beneath her skin pulsed in time with her heartbeat, no longer strained but curious—waiting, watching to see if she could meet it halfway.

“Fear,” Solas continued softly, “stifles magic, just as it stifles emotion. The more you grip tightly, the more you try to control it out of fear of failure, the more it will slip from you.” He paused, letting his words sink in before adding, “But if you guide it with intent, not force—if you trust it to follow where you lead—it will.”

Her fingers trembled slightly beneath his, and she fought the instinct to pull back—not from the magic, but from him. The warmth of his hands, the closeness of his presence—it was all so steady, so sure. And yet, it made her feel exposed in a way she hadn’t expected.

Isera inhaled deeply, letting the tension slip from her shoulders. With Solas’s hands gently guiding hers, she moved again, summoning the barrier. This time, the magic came easily, like water flowing into the shape of a vessel. It shimmered and pulsed, not perfect, but whole—alive with her intent, steady with her emotion.

Solas stepped even closer, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a second skin. His chest nearly brushed her back, close enough that she could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath. His hands, still resting over hers, guided her gestures with calm precision. “Start slowly,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm, resonating in the still night air. “Feel the magic as it builds, one step at a time.”

Isera closed her eyes, focusing on the hum of energy thrumming beneath her fingertips. It stirred gently, waiting for her to shape it, not with force, but with intention. She could feel Solas’s breath align with hers, grounding her, a reminder of the synchronization they had practiced before.

“Good,” Solas whispered, his hands guiding hers in slow, deliberate motions. “Allow it to flow naturally—there is no need to rush. This is not a race.”

They moved together in perfect rhythm, their movements fluid and seamless, as if their bodies were part of the same current. Isera cast the first spell, a simple pulse of energy that glimmered to life in the space around her. The magic felt smoother now, easier to wield as she let go of the frustration she had carried earlier.

“That’s it,” Solas said softly, his voice like a quiet river current, nudging her forward. “Do not think—simply feel the rhythm. As we practiced, let your breath move in harmony with it.”

She inhaled deeply, letting her breath guide the tempo of her movements. The next spell came more easily, unfolding like a ripple in a pond. Solas’s hands shifted slightly over hers, coaxing her to speed up, but only by a fraction. “Now,” he whispered. “Build the tempo. Slowly—feel the rhythm grow.”

The magic responded, shimmering brighter as their movements synchronized. Each spell built upon the last, the tempo increasing in perfect harmony with her breath. Isera felt the magic hum along with her heartbeat, alive and vibrant, no longer chaotic but cohesive.

Isera paused, her hands still hovering mid-motion as a flicker of realization dawned within her. The barrier shimmered around her, steady yet responsive, as if it breathed along with her. She could feel the subtle shift in the magic—how it wasn’t chaotic at all. It merely reflected what she carried inside.

Her breath slowed, and with it, the magic softened, curling around her like a familiar warmth. She let herself sit with the thought, a quiet clarity blooming in her mind.

“I may…” she murmured, almost to herself, “struggle with not being control.” The words were hesitant, as though admitting them aloud made them heavier. But she felt Solas still standing close behind her, patient and unjudging. His steady presence made it easier to say.

“That’s not necessarily a flaw,” Solas murmured, his voice low and reassuring. “Magic does not require control—it requires understanding.” His hands lingered just over hers, a breath away, as if waiting to guide her again should she need it.

Isera let out a slow exhale, releasing the tight knot of frustration she hadn’t even realized she was holding. As she embraced the emotions she had been fighting—her impatience, doubt, and determination—the magic responded in kind. It flowed smoother now, freer, without resistance.

The shimmering barrier shifted subtly, glowing brighter, but not rigidly—it flexed and moved like water held in a shape that could change at any moment. It was not fragile, nor chaotic. It was alive, just as she was.

“Let’s try something different,” Solas whispered into her ear, his breath warm and soft against her skin. The sound of his voice, low and deliberate, sent a flutter through Isera’s chest, as if the magic humming beneath her skin stirred in response to him.

Her pulse quickened, but she steadied her breath, focusing on the sensation of his hands over hers—calm, sure, and unwavering. There was no rush, only the quiet confidence he carried, coaxing her toward something new. “This time, let the magic carry you,” he murmured.

Isera exhaled slowly, closing her eyes to shut out everything but the rhythm of their synchronized breathing before opening her eyes ago. The magic stirred at her fingertips, playful and eager, as Solas guided her through the first spell. It sparked to life, rippling smoothly between their hands, each pulse flowing effortlessly into the next.

“Good,” Solas whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “Now, again. One after another, in perfect tempo.”

Their hands moved as one, a graceful dance of precision and instinct. The chain of spells unraveled flawlessly, each casting building on the last, the magic rippling through them like music played in harmony. Isera felt the energy bloom and pulse with life—not just from her, but from the connection between them. It was fluid, alive, and responsive, following her emotions without hesitation.

The tempo quickened, and yet everything remained steady, each pulse of magic weaving seamlessly into the next. There was no room for frustration or doubt—only the flow, the rhythm, and the presence of Solas beside her, guiding without controlling. His touch was light, more suggestion than force, as if reminding her that she already had everything she needed.

The energy swirled around them in a shimmering wave, wrapping them in its glow. Isera could feel the magic in every breath they shared, a perfect balance of power and intent. And with it came a sense of ease she hadn’t thought possible—an understanding that she could guide this power not by force, but by trust.

“There,” Solas murmured, his voice carrying a thread of quiet approval. “Do you feel it? The magic flows because you guide it with intention, not control."

Isera’s heart still fluttering from the nearness of him and the intimacy threaded through the magic they had woven together. The air between them felt charged with unspoken emotions, the boundary between magic and something deeper growing thin.

“I—yes,” Isera whispered, her voice barely audible as the magic dissolved into soft, shimmering wisps around them. But the charged atmosphere between them didn’t fade. It clung to the air like the lingering scent of rain, heavy with unspoken emotions and possibilities.

She turned slowly, heart fluttering, and found herself facing Solas. The quiet between them felt more intimate than words, as if they were standing at the edge of something vast and uncharted.

Solas’s gaze remained steady, unreadable yet soft in a way that made her chest tighten. Gently, almost absently, he reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His fingertips barely grazed her skin, sending a ripple of warmth through her, as if his touch carried the same magic they had just woven together.

Isera’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening. The soft caress of his hand was simple, but it carried a weight far greater than the motion—a silent acknowledgment of something shifting between them, something that had always been there but was only now taking shape.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, everything else melted away—the garden, the lessons, even the magic. What remained was the unspoken truth reflected in his gaze, a spark of understanding passing between them like a wordless promise. Neither of them moved nor spoke, as if breaking the stillness might shatter whatever fragile thing had just begun to bloom between them.

Without a word, Solas leaned in, the world narrowing to the space between them. Time seemed to slow as his gaze softened, and Isera found herself unable—or unwilling—to look away. Her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest, but she didn’t move. She didn’t need to.

And then, his lips brushed hers—soft, deliberate, and impossibly gentle. The kiss was slow, unhurried, as if it wasn’t just a kiss but an unspoken promise, a quiet moment shared between two souls on the edge of something deeper.

The magic between them, though no longer visible, thrummed quietly beneath her skin, as if the remnants of their spell lingered in the space where their hands had intertwined. Isera melted into the kiss, her body relaxing as if drawn into the same rhythm they had found through magic—effortless, natural, perfectly in sync.

Solas’s hand cradled the side of her face, his thumb brushing along her cheek in a delicate caress, anchoring her to the moment. His touch was steady, just like his magic—never forceful, always guiding. And she let herself follow, surrendering to the warmth blooming between them, the kind that didn’t demand anything but their presence.

The kiss lingered, slow and intentional, not a declaration but a quiet understanding. It was a kiss that said everything neither of them had spoken aloud—a merging of trust, vulnerability, and connection.

When Solas finally pulled back, his movements were just as deliberate, his forehead resting lightly against hers for a brief, intimate moment. Solas’s hand slipped from her face, but not before his fingers trailed lightly along her jaw, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

When she opened her eyes, she found his gaze waiting for her—steady, searching, as if looking for her in a way that went beyond sight.

Isera watched as Solas pulled back slightly, the warmth of the moment shifting like a breeze passing through leaves. Though his gaze remained on her, the light in his eyes dimmed, becoming distant, as if part of him had retreated to a place she could not follow. It was subtle, but unmistakable—a veil of quiet burden settling over him.

This kiss had been different from the others. It wasn’t born from urgency or fleeting desire but something softer, more deliberate. And yet, beneath the tenderness, she could sense a weight—something heavy that clung to him, a truth he had not shared, perhaps one he was not ready to.

Her chest tightened as the realization sank in. She could feel the distance between them, not physical but emotional, like an unspoken boundary neither of them had yet dared to cross. Solas was here, but not entirely. Something held him back—something unseen, lurking just beyond the words he never said.

Isera’s hand brushed his lightly, a silent offer of comfort, but his expression didn’t change. There was a sadness in his gaze, barely masked by his calm demeanor, a sorrow she knew well—the kind that came from carrying too much for too long.

“Solas…” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, searching his face for any clue of the burden he carried. But the words hung in the air unanswered, as if naming the distance between them might widen it further.

His lips curved into the faintest, fleeting smile, though it did not reach his eyes. “Isera…” he murmured in return, the sound of her name on his lips like a bittersweet melody. There was something in the way he said it—fondness, perhaps even longing—but also resignation, as though he were already bracing himself for something neither of them fully understood.

The magic that had bound them moments ago felt thin now, unraveling into the night like smoke dissipating into the air. Yet Isera remained still, unwilling to let the distance swallow him whole. She knew there was more beneath his calm surface—something hidden, something painful. But she also knew that pressing too hard might only make him retreat further.

[dragonagetrashurgh]

Finally living my best life replaying DaI on my new gaming pc, with all the mods I've always dreamed of.

The graphics are CRISP, the egg is SHINY, and I am having a great time.

Also I'm in love with my Lavellan, Isera.

Project Elvhen: Isera --> fiery dream. From the words: ise (fire) + era (dream).

[thebookworm0001]

okay but the rough outline i had for a post-trespasser longfic and the general vibes i had for ellana's sister, Isera, would work maybe too well with the idea of her becoming a shadow dragon

and maybe making fun of her sister falling for an ancient elf only to fall for her own old man

[vanmarkham]

anyway this is one of my toxic sibling relationship songs for faron and isera

[greylikeawarden]

you've come to love what you always will fear (x)

[sasskarian]

You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

If your character could instantly change one thing about themselves, what would it be and why? What is one thing about themselves that they would never want to lose and why?

Isera would change how long it took for her to accept her magic. When she was little, there was an incident with a group of humans that ended up with her mom and little brother killed and her father withdrawing mentally so far that their grandmother took over caring for her and her almost-twin. Because of her involvement in that incident, most of the clan made her feel unwelcome, and it resulted in her exerting such tight control over her magic that she both hated it and damaged her ability to process emotions. 

The one thing she never wants to change is her compassion. In her years in the Inquisition, she’s watched rulers and leaders rise and fall, and seen how power changes people. As Inquisitor, she has to make a lot of hard decisions, but she always tries to be compassionate and approachable. (Her exceptions are those who hurt Her People, like Bianca Davri and Alexius Gerion, etc)