#Thelvira

[saphylee]

After stewing on my laptop for two years, I figured it was time to finally post this. Just some babes enjoying their summer by the water! <3

From left to right we have, Sylathi, Maleus, Avira, and Thelrand. And of course, the lovely Maleus and Avira belong to @lavellanlove! Who I owed this birthday drawing forever now. Love you, Whit! <3

[lavellanlove]

Ship-A-Thon

I was tagged by @thereluctantinquisitor, @saphyremelodies, and @empresstress13​ (which makes sense, given the ships lol) I am so late to this party that idk who to tag im SORRY. Please tag yourself for me if u wanna and I’ll be grateful <3 

1. First ship you ever wrote fic for: Solavellan. My feelings about how DAI resolved were what drew me to this hellsite. It took a while for me to actually start writing outright, but I’m assuming it would have been content for them. (Don’t know that I’d consider any of it ship fic, though.)

2. Ship you write the most now: Mostly OC x OC ships atm, since those characters can grow dynamically, I have a collaborator, and they aren’t so played out. Hanavira (Avira x @thereluctantinquisitor​’s Hanin Lavellan) To summarize the novels worth of content, they’re distant clanmates who came together to solve the unjust massacre of their clan with Armor and Secrets and Ducklings (ie. the Dawn Squad). Despite their very different approaches, they clear up old misunderstandings, find their ideals and worldviews are much the same, and learn that when they manage to open up to one another, their complementary strengths have the capacity to make each other better.

Thelvira (Avira x @saphyremelodies​ Thelrand Lavellan) He was one of the first people to the scene when she was found near death on the outskirts of clan territory. She was one of the few people who could go toe-to-toe with him in an argument and come out unscathed. And though he may have been cocky and controlling at times, he was always there to get Avira out of whatever trouble she got herself (and Sylathi) into. Perhaps more than anyone, he knew Avira for her true self, before the Inquisition shaped her into what she is, and she was able to cut through the charisma and affirm his inherent worth, expectations be damned. Even though he ultimately chose to end things, that emotional mooring only grew more precious to her as time passed.

3. Ship you read the most now: I don’t know! I haven’t been reading much lately, so it’s pretty much just whatever my mutuals are posting at the moment.

4. Newest ship: Malrus!!! (Maleus x @thereluctantinquisitor​‘s Cyrus). Worst ship name ever, but it stuck because we reap what we sow. They had this bonding moment in a recent bit of RP, and I came away feeling like they would both be good for each other, given how surprisingly deeply they were able to connect over their pasts and reassure each other. Excited to see where this goes/if it goes.

5. Rare ship you wanna read more of:

@lechatrouge673​‘s Thea (nee Trevelyan) x Loghain Mac Tir. I’ll admit, I was never even a Loghain fan until I read her work.

@szajnie has SUCH an interesting dynamic for her Warden, Elspeth Cousland x Hawke. I’m here for it.

@idrelle-miocovani‘s Rhea Tabris x Daveth. Didn’t know I needed this. AND YET (my god i need to have a marathon and catch up on this bc I still think abt it all the time!)

6. Your taboo ship: I don’t think I ship anything taboo? How boring am I. I have plenty of ships that don’t do it for me, but that’s not quite the same.

7. They never met in canon ship:   Talira: (Avira Vedaris x @saphyremelodies​‘ Talim Vaharel) If she gets blighted leaving Amaranthine and has to undergo the Joining, she eventually meets Talim when she goes for training in Orlais and catches Feelings. Talim overcomes his fear of opening himself up to love again (after being exiled away from his bondmate and family), even knowing the Calling will rip it all away again. Avira lives out her remaining years honoring his memory and preventing the wardens who follow from ever having to die alone or forgotten in the Deep Roads.

8.Your unexpected ship:

Thelvira: @saphyremelodies​, we didn’t even set out for these two, REMEMBER!? He was a CAMEO. Alas, if there can be UST over prepping a ram for a feast, there can be UST anywhere, and so it was that we learned Thel was bi and Avi was into him.

Malrus: @thereluctantinquisitor​ these two snuck up on me and I am so far 1000% here for it.

Katsuma: @leothelionsaysgrrrr I was absolutely shocked that I hadn’t considered them before, but I think they just WORK. Freaking dorks, concerning Lux and Avi with their utter comfort discussing the morbid physics of death and combat. It’s perfect. I love that they can be unapologetically themselves around one another.

9. The ship you always forget to give love to: Tasami: (@saphyremelodies​’ Tamralan x Astaramai) I was sitting here trying to think of reasons, but there are no good ones. They have a mature, understated dynamic that is a breath of fresh air. Lots can go unsaid, which I love. There are plenty of challenges ahead of them, and they don’t always get a happy ending, but it’s good while it’s good.

10. Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): Solas x Avira: IdealistsTM Dorian x Katsuro: NerdsTM Josephine x Maleus: RomanticsTM Leliana x Astaramai: DevoutTM

11. Ship you’re embarrassed to ship: Solavellan. The characters themselves, as they are in game, have great narrative potential, but fandom has wandered so far off into ooc fanon over the years that the ship I see on my dash is one I barely recognize (and often makes me cringe).

12. Your most romantic ship: Malathi, Malephine, Malrus, Watermalon (Maleus x @thereluctantinquisitor‘s Ralon) ...Anything involving Maleus, tbph. He is the High Romance guy.

13. Your sexiest ship: Thelvira, hands down. (Avira x @saphyremelodies​ Thelrand Lavellan). Or if we’re being REAL sexy, Thelavuro (Thelrand x Katsuro x Avi, even though it only exists in AUs of AUs lol). Basically anything with Thelrand becomes sexy because he MAKES it so.

14. Your most tragic ship: Solavira. In different circumstances, they could have been happy together. And they were, for a time. But the lies and secrets couldn’t hold, and despite obvious mutual affection and regret, trust eroded and it had to end. Now, though their conflicting duties have driven them further apart, their once intimate knowledge of one another have forged them very reluctant, dangerous enemies.

15. A ship you want more content for:

Charter x Tessa Forsythia. Mostly because I love Charter with my entire heart and soul and Tessa is a precious bean and deserves happiness too.

Also need more Marius x Calpernia. For reasons. But I think I’d have to write it for that to happen.

I need to write more Gael Hawke, Elyon Andras, and Luca Tabris to figure out their ships (if they have any). I also need to write Lynmyath with her bondmate when they were younger, since they were SUPER in love.

[saphylee]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following and send me a pairing

♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes

���: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by the other

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: One character playing with the other's hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Reacting to the other one crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[saphylee]

“you’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.” For post-da4 thelvira :P

“You’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”Thelrand glanced over, then rolled onto his side to prop his head up. “Not quite the pillow talk I was expecting.”Avira couldn’t look at him for long, the lack of the thick red lines that used to mark him Dalish still jarring to her. She stared at the ceiling instead and huffed. “No, I’d imagine not.” She tapped her fingers rhythmically on the blanket that covered her. “Before I faced you that day, I had already heard of you. Of this great general who was as cunning off the battlefield as he was ruthless on. No one faced him and lived.”She could feel him shift beside her, his shoulder brushing against hers as he rolled onto his back. His silence was deafening. “I admit you crossed my mind when they spoke of your hair, white as snow, the cold emotionless expression you wore in the heat of battle, but I forced myself to deny it because how could it be you, fighting for a man, no the Fen’Harel, who planned to destroy Thedas.”Thelrand winced, his voice small. “I didn’t know he was Fen’Harel.”Avira sat up, holding her blanket to her chest and threw a glare at him. “That doesn’t matter! Did you blindly follow him without knowing his plans?” She barely gave him time to answer before continuing. “No, of course you knew what he planned because you never go through with something without knowing the risks, without knowing what you’re getting into, and that makes this even worse! You knew! You knew and yet you still left! You didn’t tell me you were leaving. And you lied to Bull. You just fucking disappeared.”She grabbed Thelrand’s chin to force him to look at her. “Did you even care about us, or did you not even think we were people, too?”He grabbed her wrist to pry her grip from his chin, his touch lingering before she yanked her hand back. She ignored the hurt in his eyes. “Of course, I care,” Thelrand murmured. “I never stopped caring.”“You must understand why I find that hard to believe. If Solas succeeded, who knows what would have happened to Bull, to Katsuro, to Maleus. Sylathi has children now, did you know that? What would have happened to them? Do you even know?”Thelrand pursed his lips and carded his fingers through his hair. “I… maybe, though I hoped it wouldn’t come to pass.” He sighed. “Avira, what do you want me to say? Don’t you think we should have talked about this before –”“I know!” Her voice cracked and her eyes stung. “I know. I just thought...” She glanced to the gold valas’lath on his finger, then bit her lip, forcing herself to look away. “I hoped you would still be the same man I fell in love with.”“Avi… I still am.”She shook her head, tears finally streaming down her face. “No, you’re not.”

[lavellanlove]

💭💭💭💭 The Three T's (Thel, Talim, Tam) and one Flower Child from Avi, if you're up for it

Thelrand: Creators, I am so proud of him. He has grown so much, and risen to every challenge laid before him. Not only has the Inquisition forged him into an even more formidable warrior, it has given him a chance to become the leader I always knew he could be. Our clan is lucky to have him. I am lucky to have him. Or at least, I was.

Talim: This man is oblivious. Either he is oblivious, or he is making a show of acting like it to try to dissuade me from paying attention to him. I don’t know if he is insecure, or out of practice, or thinks he is unworthy of someone caring about him, but I do. I see his simple gestures: the way he cares for the younger wardens, the thoughtful reverence he shows the fallen. That kind of gentle kindness is hard to come by. One of the Dalish wardens warned me about those scars, that they were the mark of an exile, but I am unafraid. Whoever he was, he’s a Warden now, and a man I would be proud to die alongside.

Tamralan: I don’t exaggerate when I say I don’t know where I would be without Tamralan. He has done so much for me, for Syla, for Thelrand, and for our clan.  I admire how readily he gives of his time, his energy, and his devotion. Gods, I don’t think there’s a selfish bone in that man’s body. I just hope he finds time to do some things solely for himself. He deserves that much, at least.

Sylathi: I wonder sometimes if Syla regrets having met me. She had such a clear, straight path ahead of her, one she took a lot of pride in. She seems happy now - anyone can see it - but it cost her so much. Her home. Her sense of community. And now, with what she and I are uncovering about the ancient elves, perhaps even her faith. I love her so much, and it breaks my heart to think that my desire to see her fulfilled has actually caused her pain.

(re:💭 OC thoughts meme)

[saphylee]

Some modern!au Thelvira fluff for @lavellanlove to cheer her up during a stressful time <3

Avira woke with a start, her heart pounding in her ears, looking around in the dark room. How long was she sleeping? She scrambled for her phone, blindly grasping at sheets until she felt the hard, cool surface. Turning it on, she felt her chest tighten. It was 8:39.

Shit.

Fuck!

In a flurry of hurried movements and flailing limbs, she got out of bed, and nearly tripped in the hall as she made her way to the living room. To find Thelrand. Her stomach dropped in anticipation of his reaction. The living room was vacant, so she marched to the kitchen.

The light was on, and Thelrand’s back was to her as he cooked something on the stove. Without turning around, he said, “Good evening, sleepy head. Did you have a good nap?” “Thel, I’m so so sorry.” She smoothed down her dress shirt, wrinkled from sleep and tucked it back in her black pants. She could only imagine the state of her hair, loose curls in her face, her hair elastic barely containing her bun. “I meant to only take a quick nap after work and- and my stupid alarm didn’t go off. We missed the reservation, I’m-“ Thelrand had turned around during her apology, and walked around the counter to cup her face. “Hey, hey,” he crooned, rubbing circles on her cheeks with his thumbs. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” Avira could only blink. His eyes were warm instead of a cold steel. His jaw was relaxed when he would clench it so hard, she could almost hear his teeth grind. Sweeping her eyes over him, she noticed that he was dressed comfortably in shorts and a t-shirt. She frowned. “I don’t understand. It’s our wedding anniversary. You had to schedule a reservation weeks ago. It’ll be ages before we can schedule another.” Thelrand slid his hands down to her shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Yes, I know, but that was before you took on a case that demanded more time than you expected.” He frowned a little. “You come home late, go to bed even later, and sometimes are out the door before I get up.” She bit her lip, her stomach twisting. “Thelrand, I’m-“ She was about to say “sorry,” but that would hardly make up for this. He shook his head. “Hey, I’m not mad for that. You’re so very passionate about what you do, and I absolutely adore that about you. I know there are gonna be days where I don’t see you, and that’s okay. So, when I came home to still see you sleeping… I didn’t have the heart to wake you up, so I canceled the reservation. Your days are dominated by deadlines and appointments; I didn’t want tonight to be the same.” Avira was at a lost for words, so she didn’t speak, just looking into his eyes. The tightness in her chest was gone, replaced by something fuller and warmer. She grabbed his hands to place on her waist and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. “Creators, you’re perfect. What did I ever do to deserve you?” Thelrand’s arms tightened around her and he kissed her temple. “Don’t praise me yet,” he murmured in her hair. “I haven’t even told you the best part.” “Hmm, and what’s that?” “I’m making ramen.” Avira pulled back, wide-eyed but breaking into a wide smile. “Shut up, no you’re not!” His smile was infectious. “I am. Of course, adding my own seasoning, and adding fresh vegetables and-“ Laughing, Avira covered his mouth with her hand. “Shhh, don’t ruin it with all that healthy talk.” She yanked her hand back when he childishly licked her hand. “Yuck! Are you four?” He snickered and kissed her cheek. “And your favorite desert: mug brownies.” “Ooooh, you really know how to sweep a woman off her feet,” Avira cooed. She grabbed his chin to kiss him: soft quick kisses at first before melting into deeper, more languid ones. Her hand knotted in his hair, and his raked up and down her back. She pulled back for air and whispered on his lips, “I love you.” “I love you. Now get in your comfy clothes and we’ll eat while watching trashy romcoms.” “I’ll take that offer and raise wearing only our underwear.” “Hmm, tempting, but is being topless on the table?” Avira smirked. “Deal.”

[saphylee]

Aaaahhh, thank you @antivancorvo for this beautiful portrait of Thelrand and Avira @lavellanlove gave her stamp of approval with enthusiastic keysmashing ;)

[lavellanlove]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ 👀

Whew! Here goes. :P 

(re: ❤️ confessions)

Solas:

“My favorite thing about Solas is that he takes nothing for granted. He is deeply moved by even the smallest gestures of kindness or warmth, and though he is able to see the big picture clearly, no detail is too subtle to go unnoticed.”

“Most of the time, Solas’ age doesn’t really bother me. But sometimes I listen to him and Blackwall talk and think, ‘my gods, you really are old.’”

Hanin: (@thereluctantinquisitor)

“I don’t know if I could ever bring it up…but I would like to bond with Hanin. If that was something he wanted, too. I am just not sure he is the type, if he thinks of me that way, or if after losing the clan, holding to a tradition like that would be more painful than cathartic.” 

Thelrand: (@saphyremelodies)

“I have never gravitated towards another person as much as I have Thelrand. I can’t place my finger on it - trust me, I’ve tried - but there’s just…something about him. It’s intoxicating.”

“I feel like on some level, Thel knows he is the pretty one in the relationship.”

[saphylee]

For Thelvira (either vaharel or DA4-era) 1) ‘where’s your gratitude? i rescued you!’ or 2) ‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

I managed to do both! I went with DA4-era and I don’t think I wrote anything too spoilery. If I did, let me know, and I’ll redact it.

The battle was over.Finally.

Thelrand had proppedhimself up at the base of a tree near the outskirts of the battlefield. His legthrobbed from a slice to the calf that made it painful to walk. The victor was unknown to him as slain bodies covered the field and left it soaked in blood.He didn’t want to risk some lone soldier trying to pick him off if he attemptedto limp across the field towards safety. He’d sufferedworse injuries but there was no one to heal him now.

There was a lone figuremarching across the field towards him. He felt panic rise to his throat for hecould tell immediately that they hailed from the enemy’s army – Avira’s army. As they drew closer, itwas apparent they were missing an arm, though walked with ease, not clutchingit as one would expect.

A long sigh of reliefescaped him as he realized it was Avira. If he were to die today, he wouldaccept it at her hand.

Thelrand smiledwistfully at her approach even when met with an unfeeling stare. “I’m notsurprised you came back.”She arched a brow.“To finish me off,” he continued. “It would cost Solas greatly if you did. Hewould have to go through great pains to find a replacement as competent as Iwas.”

Avira fought back asmile and rolled her eyes before kneeling next to him. “Even while dying, you’restill as cocky as ever.”

“It’s just a leg injury.I’m not dying.”“The bleeding from your abdomen says otherwise.”

Lo and behold, there wasa deep gash in his side, blood dripping to the grass beside him. “Oh…oh, shit,I didn’t even feel that.” He felt the blood rushing from his face and had tolean back and close his eyes. “I really am dying, then, huh?”

“Something like that.”He heard the smile in her voice. “Lucky for you, I won’t let that happen. Justbreathe for me, okay?”

He obliged and then openedhis eyes when he felt cool relief radiate to his chest. She was healing him. “Avi,you don’t have to. Your magic has to be so low.”

“It is, but it’s ratherbeneath you to die like this, don’t you think? What would Katsuro say if he sawyou now?”

He was quiet. “Death isdeath. Creators know I deserve it now.”“Oh shut up.” She sat back on her heels. “The bleeding as stopped, but you’llscar. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough energy for your leg. Let’s go.” She pulledhis arm over her shoulder.

“Wait, what are youdoing?”

“Look, you got two choices: let me carry you, ordie out here. Take your pick.”

“Carry me where?”

“To Solas. Now come on.”

Avira managed to pullhim to stand up, allowing him to use her as a crutch as they slowly navigatedacross the field.

After long moments ofsilence, Thelrand huffed. “Okay, whyare you doing this? You know they won’t let you go; Solas will have youcaptured.”

“Where’s your gratitude? I rescued you.”

“Avira, please! Therehas to be more to this. I know you better than that. What are you planning?”

Avira stopped and glaredat him. “If I was planning something, I am saving you because I love you and I won’t let you die if Ican help it. If Solas won’t let me go, fine, I’ll figure it out, but there isnothing to figure out with this. Now please, shut up and let me make sure youlive another day.”

[lavellanlove]

👀 + Avira is there anything you wish you could ask your LI but haven't? If so, what's stopping you? (100% stealing your question because I am shameless)

GREAT QUESTION! Brilliant, actually, if I do say so myself ;)

Avira:

Creators, there are a million questions I wish I could ask Solas. He used to absolutely light up when I asked about his experience with the world. But at some point, he started shutting me out. Not explicitly at first, but he would have visceral opinions about my actions and then be avoidant when I asked why, answering to mollify rather than clarify. I understand now that he was likely afraid of telling me too much, but my big question is why he was afraid of that? If he told me who he and the Evanuris were, why he thought killing the Old Gods in the deep roads would make things worse, and why he ultimately felt the only solution was to tear down the Veil, what could that possibly have cost him? I have to believe it was something more than mere selfishness, basking in the comfort of a lie for as long as it lasted. So was he afraid that I would not understand, or afraid that I would?

With Thelrand, I just want to understand why he would leave everyone without saying goodbye. I understand that it is over, but we are still nas’falon. I… guess I thought that meant something. I would ask – I would feel comfortable asking him anything – but I have no idea where he went. No one does, not even Bull. It is unlike him. I just hope he is okay and that he finds purpose and hopefully happiness.

I wish I could ask Hanin whether if he could go back, knowing everything he knows about me now and about the relationship we could eventually have, if he would still have wanted to be with me. I haven’t asked because I think it would be impossible for him to answer that question honestly…and because I am afraid I already know the answer.

(re: 👀Honesty Meme)

Thelrand belongs to @saphyremelodiesHanin belongs to @thereluctantinquisitor

[lavellanlove]

❤❤ One for Avi and Maleus

(re: ❤️ confessions)

Avira: “Thelrand’s cockiness used to drive me crazy. He’s clever, and knows it. A skilled warrior, and knows it. Handsome, and knows it. The only thing he does not give himself enough credit for is being a genuinely good and caring person. Every time I’ve gotten myself into trouble, he’s never hesitated to put himself on the line to get me back out. I’m…glad I saw that side of him.”

Maleus: “It’s nothing short of a miracle that Sylathi has any interest in me. Early on, I always felt like a fool when I tried to talk to her. Nothing felt like it came out right, and I just kept talking, and that only made it worse. I couldn’t even remember half our discussions because I was so busy kicking myself for what I’d just said! I am just relieved it all worked out!”

[saphylee]

Tender

A/N: After a rough holiday weekend, I needed to write some much needed fluff/sleep headcanons featuring oc pairings with @lavellanlove. Velriel, Asami, Maleus, and Avira all belong to her.

Tender is the stretch of time Velriel faces every night as he waits for his vhenan to fall asleep. Runale struggles each night, her body wound in a tight ball, her arms tucked close to herself, her legs folding. Her brows pinch, her jaw clenches as she grinds her teeth. He can read her turmoil on her face and slowly, tenderly, he smooths her face with caresses, reminding her that she’s safe, that despite what her mind tells her, she’s not alone, and she’ll never be alone again. His hand slides to her back, rubbing through the knots and the tension she holds there. As her breath slows and deepens, so does his movements, and over time her body unravels and softens under his touch. At last, Runale is asleep and there is peace on her face. Only then will Velriel join her.

Tender is forgiveness for being woken up time and time again from worry. Tamralan is so silent, so still, too reminiscent of a dead man, and Asami’s seen plenty of those. Her heart lurches in her chest when the sun wakes her, and she finds him exactly the way she left him when she fell asleep. Each attempt to wake him is always successful and he always greets her with a smile and a kiss, and then a laugh after she explains why she woke him. Have you woken up next to a dead man before? The similarities are uncanny. She eventually starts sleeping with her ear over his heart as a gentle reminder when she wakes.

Tender is Maleus swelling with love looking at the love of his life sleep beside him. For a quiet woman when awake, Sylathi makes herself known in her sleep: snores with each steady breath, only interrupted when she stirs or roll over, and she does very frequently. If he’s patient, he might catch her mumble something, and if he’s lucky, she’s coherent and he can talk to her. Or try to talk to her anyway. Her responses may not be relevant to anything he’s saying. She never remembers their conversations, and reddens with embarrassment whenever he mentions them. He just hugs her close and whispers that it’s precious, and she’s precious, and never wants her to change.

Tender is Thelrand holding his vhenan, his everything, close to him as he sleeps. It’s more than just an insatiable need to hold Avira: it’s a promise that they’ll never be apart again; that he will never foolishly let her slip through his fingers again; that after what the gods put them both through, they are simply meant to be. Nas’falon. More than soulmates. More than lovers. Feeling her warmth, breathing her scent, her body pressed against his. It’s the proof he needs that she’s alive, she’s there, she’s his, and he is hers, and that they deserve their happy ending, too.

[saphylee]

I was tagged by @thereluctantinquisitor to post something that I last wrote, so here’s a snippet of my last post from my DA:I rp with @lavellanlove in a scene between Thelrand and Avira.

Once the passage expanded, he dropped her hand, looking back to her. "It would kill me if I didn't think of it any other way. I've almost died half a dozen times, and if I lamented over the past, or mull over the future, I'll miss out on the small moments." Since they were well ahead of the others, he pulled her behind a stalagmite to hug her. "Like this," he added as an afterthought. 

He pulled back after a moment, hands resting on her shoulders. "You have changed, but you would have broke if you didn't. You've always been a master of adapting and surviving, so don't act like it's a bad thing. It only makes me more confident in you and what we're fighting for." Without much thought, he leaned in to kiss her forehead, then turns to continue their journey into the caves.

I will not tag anyone because I’m lame and it’s too much pressure for me.

[saphylee]

Can't sleep! (Thelvira preferably bc I miss them sm, though given what I just responded with on yours, perhaps I should be careful what I wish for lmao)

A/N: Don’t worry bb

Thelrand was no stranger to sleeping in tents, the scent of earth and grass lulling him to sleep after a long day of travel, or worst case scenario, a grueling battle. Ever alert, sudden snapping of twigs and rustling of bushes rouse him, adrenaline already tensing his body to respond to a potential threat. He listened, eyes still closed, ears twitching only to hear the soft pitter patter of a small animal passing through.

Probably just a fox, he thought, rolling over to grab for Avira. But his fingers only grasped at nothing, letting his hand drop to the grass. His heart sank and he felt a hollowness in his chest, like his breath was stolen from him, his mind catching up with reality.

It was a hard habit to break, yearning for her upon wakening after privileged years of having his vhenan at his side. Even when bedding another, he found himself aching for her in the middle of the night, hoping to open his eyes to see her face relaxed in her slumber, her lashes almost touching her cheeks, curls that escaped her braid framing her face. The warmth of her breath mingling with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. The way the furs draped over the curves of her body, one he was able to worship just the night before. Just her in her truest self. No mask to wear, no clan members to please, no worry creasing her skin.

When Thelrand dared to open his eyes, he was only greeted with the crimson cloth that made up the walls of his tent, the moonlight filtering through to leave everything a faint red glow. He eyed the vallaslath on his ring finger, smiling softly to himself as he remembered the final day of their bonding. It was awkward being forced into something they weren’t ready for, but if their relationship was unconventional, then why couldn’t their bonding be, too? He couldn’t remember a time he was happier. He believed it would last a lifetime.

He huffed and yanked a fistful of grass out of a quick burst of frustration. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck. He had no right to think of her like that anymore. It was his fault she wasn’t there, that she was in the arms of another man. He was scared of what her survival at the conclave meant for her, meant for them, and showed up at her door step just to drive her away. Even if they’re talking again and still loved each other….

It wasn’t the same and probably never would be the same. And now he could only reminisce on what was and dream of what could have been.

[saphylee]

18 and 28 Thelvira for OTP?

OTP Questions | Accepting

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

In canon, it was Thelrand. Avira (@lavellanlove) would hint that she may have feelings but ultimately it was up to Thelrand to confirm them once he caught the hint. He won’t admit it, but he’s rather emotional, and tends to show/tell his feelings rather quickly.In modern AU, it was Avira. It probably would have been Thelrand again, but circumstances dictated otherwise. It was a rather vulnerable time and it was the best time to admit feelings.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Ahah this one would have been better suited for Malathi. Thelrand is not terrified of most pets. Maybe a tarantula, but Avira doesn’t own such a creature. And Thelrand leans towards traditional pets, so Avira really shouldn’t have too much issue. But I may be wrong.

[saphylee]

Malathi, 21 29 30

Malathi - Maleus Abano (@lavellanlove) and Sylathi Lavellan (mine)

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Oh, probably Sylathi. Sylathi is a free spirit that loves to dance and dances often. If Maleus was around, even if busy, she would drag him into her dance even for just a moment. And Maleus loves it and just goes along with it.29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart.

Oh no *cries* It would depend on the universe they’re in specifically. But in canon, Maleus is human and Sylathi is an elf and her clan deeply frowns upon their relationship to the point that she was pressured to end their relationship despite how much she loves him. They are so perfect together and love each other SO much but politics and prejudices tore them apart. BUT…

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it.

…THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER. Sylathi left her clan and an arranged marriage to pursue him in hopes that he would forgive her. And he does, of course, and together they go on adventures and missions for the Inquisition. At the end, they retire to Maleus’ homeland, Rivain, get married, have babies together and just be happy until the end of their days.