#Thread: Elera Lavellan

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@fatedmuses sent: i could get used to this. nights in bed with you laying beside me. from PROMPTS FOR INTIMATE PILLOW TALK

She was quite comfortable where she was. But it was more than the comfort of the bed and the weight of the blanket. It was the ease of being with him. A welcoming warmth which beckoned her to him, without even trying.

His words made her smile and she propped herself up to get a proper look at him. One hand traced along his jaw, thumb brushing against his lips. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling back.

"Oh? Could you now?" She teased him, hand resting on his chest. "And what else could you get used to?"

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The reminder made her pull a displeased face. Not really something she wanted to dwell on. There had been maybe one or two who had been alright, and then some intimidated by her father's position. She let out a sigh, sitting back with a frown marring her features.

"No, most of them wanted to court the inquisitor's daughter, not Elera Lavellan," she said. "Had one Orlesian shem think he was doing me a service by, I quote, lowering himself to the idea of an elven bride." Her eyes fell to the side, memories of her coming of age resurfacing. "Or the Dalish who think my father's a bit too cozy with humans and it might rub off on me with the Quickening or whatever. So not viewed by some as a viable option."

She was quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"Sometimes I wish he hadn't become the Inquisitor." She sat up, realizing what she'd said. "Not that...He's bad at it. He's very good. And he's used his position to advance elf rights across Thedas and mage rights in Southern Thedas...But..." She settled back into her chair. "A little selfish part of me wishes he'd just stayed with the clan and become Keeper, like what was planned for him."

Davrin raised an eyebrow. A dragon figurine, huh? Poised to snap off someone's head? He could do that. He glanced down at the piece in his hand, turning it back and forth in his head. No, he'd need a different piece for a dragon. Next time, perhaps.

Besides, a surprise would be better.

"I'll have to remember that," he teased. Maybe Taash would like one too, now that he was thinking about it. They liked dragons. A lot.

Her next words are a bit of a relief, truth be told. He'd been nervous she hadn't had any experience, and he did not want all that on his shoulders. Not that it would have dissuaded him, mind. He just would have gone about things a bit differently.

"The inquisitors daughter, though. Bet you've had suitors." He glanced up at her, grinning. "Bunch of assholes trying to get in good with your dad?"

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Enjoyed making these a bit too much. My "canon compliant" world state for Dragon Age. My AU has it's own set... well, it will once I get to Veilguard in that fic. Don't wanna spoil too many surprises.

Warden Elera Surana Origins Elf, Mage (Arcane Warrior), Alistair

Champion Amerie Hawke 2, aka Fuck Around in Kirkwall Human, Mage (Force Mage), Anders

Inquisitor Avise Lavellan Inquisition Dalish Elf, Mage (Knight Enchanter), Solas Golden Thread Does Not Bind

Mara de Riva, "Rook" Veilguard City Elf, Mage (Spellblade), Lucanis

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@fatedmuses sent: [   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close. (Dav @ Elera) from 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 

She had been terrified. Not just of the swarms of darkspawn, or Ghilan'nain, or the archdemon. She had been terrified because of what it all might mean for Davrin. And it hadn't settled for her. When a warden kills an archdemon, they often die with them. Twice now it hasn't happened. The Fifth Blight and with Davrin.

Having seen him standing over the archdemon, and take the strike, Elera had felt her heart drop. She could have theorized why he hadn't died then and there, but that didn't matter. Seeing him walk away...

He was distressed, but perhaps he had noticed her own release of the stress she had kept inside during the mission. Feeling his arms around her, creators, spirits, who the fuck ever she would swear to now, she could just keep that moment forever.

She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest, needing him close to her.

"You're here."

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@altusofhousepavus sent: “ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”   to his daughter from Dorian (cause you know you live for that you said) from 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Her Papae had given her a job to do and she was going to do it. She was to help Rook and the group working with Rook to stop the Evanuris from destroying the world. Elera knew it was a lot but she was more than happy to help be a bridge, along with Harding, to the Inquisition. She had her aunt's notes and information, as well as other important documents from the Inquisition which would be of assistance—

"Papa Dorian!" She exclaimed as she was pulled out of her thoughts. She had been so focused on packing, even though she had hoped to see him when they came to Minrathous, she had completely forgotten. In a flash, she had thrown her arms around him in a hug.

"No, of course not!" She told him. "I just had to make sure all my items were in order, organized by the date found as well as the historical date and..."

She trailed off, amber eyes looking up at him with warmth. "I'll be careful, you know."

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@nekrotisch sent: walk me through what we're dealing with. from PROMPTS FOR CHECK INS

"It's a better question to ask what we aren't dealing with," Elera stated plainly. "I'm sure Bellara has discussed Dalish lore and tradition, but it's all very muddled. That's what happens when nostalgia, erasure, and many other points influence interpretation of the tales. My father used to go to the Arlathvhan, and all it was was arguing over this and that."

Elera rested her hands on her hips as she straightened up, looking down at the table with the information on it.

"My aunt is a dreamer, but even that isn't entirely reliable, as the Fade is a reflection of emotions, feelings, memories. That means it's bias to whomever left an impression."

Her gaze turned to the area around them.

"This place was constructed as a hideaway to provide for refugees thousands of years ago. To be able to provide what's needed to those seeking refuge. That's something to start with, anyway. see if it'll cough up some information we need."

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@fatedmuses sent: you're very distracting, you know. (Davrin @ Elera) from PROMPTS FOR THE BUDDING ROMANCE

"Am I?" There was a clear, playful flirtatious tone in her voice as Elera glanced over at him. Amber eyes sparkled in amusement as she watched him, a smirk coming to her features. She pushed back a golden curl from her face, keeping her gaze on him.

She wasn't shy, despite her age. When she'd come to help Rook with the matter of the gods, she had noticed Davrin and found him attractive. And she wasn't ashamed to show it.

She stood up from the table she had been bent over, going over correspondence from the Inquisition and their contacts, turning to lean against it.

"And does that bother you?" The smirk stayed on her face, eyes meeting his with confidence gleaming in them.

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RESOURCES: Meme Interest Tracker | Meme Tag | Wheel of Names | In-Game Romance Runs | Guide to Interact by Game Timeline

Below cut is a list of muses with brief descriptions with how they relate to the game

Dragon Age Heroes

Eliana Mahariel - Hero of Ferelden

Atena Hawke - Champion of Kirkwall

Rajmahel Lavellan - The Inquisitor

Ogden Thorne - Rook

Origins Companion OCs

Arik Tabris -second newest warden (3 months prior to game)

Dimetrea Brosca - mercenary who left Orzammar and is hired

Lir Cousland - Middle Cousland child who was also at Ostagar

Zoria Amell - Recruited in the Circle quest to help the Wardens

Dragon Age 2 Companion OCs

Dazbo Amell - came to Kirkwall to seek answers, works with Hawke

Katarina Anhalt - Templar who decides to work with Hawke

Sasha Fitz - Robin Hood-esque elf blooded human thief

Selena Porter - Orlesian relic smuggler, works with Hawke

Dragon Age: Inquisition Companion OCs

Aurora Amell - was with the mages, not at Conclave. Inquisition healer.

Hildegard Cadash - aunt of Cadash, joins Inquisition to get vengeance / help Cadash

Idrilla Lavellan - Sister of Rajmahel Lavellan, his personal assassin

Inatar Adaar - Sister of Adaar, joins Inquistion for vengeance /help Adaar

Seigfried Trevelyan - Brother of Maxwell Trevelyan or relative of Trevelyan, joins as a military scout

Sergio di Vasco - Antivan Crow companion, betrays a contract from the crows to kill the Herald and instead joins

Shamut Adaar - Brother of Adaar, joins Inquistion for vengeance /help Adaar

Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Elera Lavellan - Rajmahel's daughter, assists Rook with Inquisition research

Talat Ingellvar - Companion style Ingellvar, rogue Mourn Watcher, eccentric

Others

Fenvir - What if son of Idrilla and Solas, limited interactions

Mathras Myriani - Ancient elf soothsayer who sees all future paths

Vincentius Titus - Tevinter Magister blood mage, former apprentice of Aurelian Titus

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"I say you do." There wasn't a tease in her tone, only a genuine meaning within the words. She'd seen it with her own eyes and from how he treated both herself and Assan. He seemed to be trying to be tough, trying to push it to the side and bury it, but he didn't have to. Some of the best warriors were those who knew and held their heart.

Elera walked closer to him, lifting her hand and then, with brief hesitation, rested it on his chest as she looked up at him.

"I'm speaking from knowledge," she said. "And I believe that trusting your heart will get you much further than trying to bury it away and act like a tough guy." A soft smile came to her face as she kept her gaze on him. "Maybe accepting your tender heart is your next monster to face, hm?"

@lcgacyofages asked: ❝ a tender heart is a courageous thing to preserve. don’t ever be ashamed of having one. ❞ Elera to Davrin

"Who says I have a tender heart?" Davrin asked teasingly, as if trying to goad her into spilling her secrets. He knew, however, that it wasn't anything anyone else had said. Rather, it was her own observations. And after everything with Assan, he wasn't even sure he could deny it.

Still. Sometimes he thought life would be easier if he didn't have a tender heart. If he didn't have to harden himself to the weight of the world. If he could just... well, he supposed it didn't matter.

"Are you speaking from experience?" He tilted his head towards her questioningly. "Or just trying to help?"

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"I have no idea where you would get the idea I've done any form of woodworking before." The jest was obvious in her tone. She still recalled how her father wanted her to know how to carve her own staff. Apparently he'd done so while apprenticed to the Keeper, and so she needed to learn how to do it as well. Something about being one with her magic, the staff being an extension of herself.

Not that she didn't take her father's teachings lightly. Sometimes he merely got a bit too excitable about it and would trail off on his discussions on topics.

"Not unless they've got a little dragon figurine next to it, step up to bite off the darkspawn's head." Well. That might have been a little odd to say. But it was what came to her mind and a scene which sounded interesting to her.

That was good to know. No one especially special. That was very good to know but also very surprising. Someone like Davrin not having anyone special was...Something, indeed. He was handsome, had a charm about him, a soothing way of speaking...

"Hm? Me?" It gave her pause to think. It would be a lie to say she didn't have people interested; she was the inquisitor's daughter. But that's what she was. She wasn't just...Elera. "I've had some playful relations, but not anything of a deeper connection to warrant giving them a gift." Her father had done his best to shield her from the letters she knew he'd gotten. People seeking an advantageous marriage or bonding with her, but she'd seen a few and some had been bold enough to seek them out to try.

The charade hadn't lasted long, to his amusement. "Just like that. Almost like you've done this before." Davrin couldn't help but tease her.

He settled back down in his spot, picking up his own piece to continue working on. Carving gave him something to work on, in his down time. There were some days being a warden meant he had everything on his plate, and some days he had nothing on his plate. Carving was good, for those nothing days. Wood was easy to find, and most wardens always had a knife on them. Probably why so many of them took it up.

"Mmm, not really. On either count." He gave her a grin. "Most people don't want a darkspawn carving lurking in the corner while they sleep." Mostly, he focused on carvings for his monster manual. He hadn't really tried to carve anything else.

"And, truthfully? There's never been anyone I wanted to carve things for. Not that I didn't have friends among the wardens. But no one... special, as you put it." He raised his head, looking at her for a moment. "And you?"

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He was agreeable to it. That was good. She wasn't sure how it would go, but she was sure Davrin was a capable. Capable of quite a few things, she briefly thought before pushing that away for later. Right now, she was pleased to have a solid reason to spend more time with him.

"My father was sure I had some training," she explained. "He thought it was important for me and with everything he does, to have something other than magic to back me up. So I know what a staff can do but..."

She gave him a once over, thinking about if she really wanted to phrase it the way it had been in her mind and decided to go for it.

"I figure someone with a bit more experience would be good to help me get a better handle on it."

She was excited about the prospect. Between the training and flirtatious banter she hoped to come from in. Davrin seemed like he could keep up with that and she wasn't the type to back down from a challenge of words.

Davrin very rarely backed down from anything, and flirting was no exception. He knew he was good looking, and he enjoyed the flirting stage. The thrill of the chase. Of dancing around each other, feeling each other out. Seeing where this might go.

Of course, being a warden, rarely did it go farther than a one night thing. Wardens came together and parted again almost as quickly as the darkspawn hordes they fought. And honestly, he was fine with that. Who needed to be tied down?

But Elera was different. It felt different, a stirring of butterflies in his stomach whenever he was near her. But he didn't want to think about that too hard. Not yet.

"Train you, huh? I'm sure I can manage that." He had trained a few mages in his time. When you were a warden you picked things up from everyone else, mage or rogue or warrior. And mages were just as capable as stabbing someone with a pointy stick as everyone else. "Even if you don't have a sword or a knife, you can do a lot of damage with a staff, if you swing it with enough momentum."

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She had wanted to experience things before the probable end and Davrin had been a very good choice, in her opinion. And while she would happily admit she had been smitten with him rather early on, she wasn't sure what else would come from it.

And yet now here she was, with him, talking about getting used to things together. It was something she could easily get used to. And she was quite comfortable with that thought.

Her hand rested on her chest, a thoughtful expression playfully planted across her face, as if she were considering his suggestion.

"Hm, that could possibly be something I could get used to," she teased, "with some persuasion, of course. Although, I'm not sure if I could get used to this face," she motioned to his features, "as it's so pleasing, it gives me a flutter every time I see it." She smiled at him. "A pleasant one, though, so that I could get used to."

Davrin wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. His head leaned into her touch, soft smile coming to his lips as she pressed her's against his.

Being with Elera felt... effortless, in a way very few of his relationships ever had. Of course, most of his relationships had just been fooling around, but this was... different. Anytime she was near, his heart nearly pounded out of his chest and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Like a young hunter with his first crush.

"I could get used to a lot of things," he said with a smirk. "Mornings with you in my bed come to mind, as well."

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Elera was pleased when he willingly took the bait without much of a fuss. She tilted her head a bit as she watched him near, an obviously fake innocent look on her face. The feeling of his hands over hers was a welcomed warmth and, even though it lingered, it ended far too soon in her opinion.

"Like so," she said, easily moving exactly how she was supposed to carve with every care put into it to not get hurt. She gave him a bit of a mischievous smirk, knowing very well he had already known she knew.

"So, have you ever carved gifts for anyone?" She asked, taking care in her work. She was no master carver, but she knew how to carve some of the basics. This was more of her chance to pry into his personal life. "Anyone special, that is."

Oh, Davrin believed her. But he also knew what a father checking out a man their daughter was interested in looked like. In a way, he was almost flattered, that Elera had mentioned him enough for the Inquisitor to come have a look for himself.

At her next comment, however, Davrin raised an eyebrow. She was sharp as a whip and Dalish, there was about a zero percent chance she didn't have at least some idea what she was doing.

But hey, if she wanted him to hold her hands, who was he to deny her?

"Here, I'll show you." He got up and moved around her, letting his hands settle over hers, positioning them where they needed to be. And maybe he let them linger. Just for a moment. "And move the knife away from your body as you work."

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He wasn't the sort to back down and she appreciated that. Oftentimes, as soon as someone heard who her father and stepfather were, they would be intimidated and try to be more proper and less fun. And she found that dreadfully dull. She didn't want to be known as the Inquisitor's daughter or as Magister Pavus's stepdaughter.

She wanted to be known by her own merit.

So having a flirting back and forth, on equal level and nothing more, excited her.

"That sounds very appealing," she said, but another idea was stirring in her mind. "Although...I could use some pointers in combat." She was a skilled mage and knew some training from the members of the Inquisition but she knew she was lacking. "Perhaps you could train me? If we don't distract each other too much, that is."

The suggestion was a mix of flirtation and an honest request. She was aware this wasn't some child's game they were all in, after all. If Solas was as concerned as Rook said he was, she knew it was vital to be prepared.

Oh, she was just teasing him now. Davrin couldn't help but chuckle, meeting her gaze with his own. He had to admit, the confidence was very, very attractive.

"Sometimes it's good to get distracted," he said, smirking right back at her. It hadn't been his intention to flirt with the inquisitors daughter but hey, she came onto him first. Who was he not to respond with equal energy? He was only an elf, after all.

"You should come by while Taash and I are training one day," he mused, winking at her. "Maybe you can be distracted instead."

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She did so enjoy causing Dorian to react to the affectionate name she gave him. But really, he was another father to her, even if he didn't want to openly admit it. He showed it in other ways, though, such as giving her fatherly advice.

Elera smiled warmly at his words, looking up at him with a warm glimmer in her amber eyes. She scrunched her brow at the kiss to her forehead, letting out a small laugh.

"Ah, so be like you then?" She jested lightly. "Considering all of that sounds like how you met Papae." The affection between her parents was apparent to anyone who saw them together, even if they thought they were subtle. "And I always make sure to have fun. If you're not having fun, then what's the point?"

A bit of a youthful view of life, but one she held onto. Especially in times which were threatening to come. Had to keep a bit of a ray of sunshine going.

"I still promise to be careful and you tell Papae that." She smiled at his offer. "I'm trying to travel light, but maybe...You can help me figure out which clothing would be best to take?"

The title made him cringe and die a bit on the inside. Even after a decade of this, he was still not used to it. It did not diminish his love for the little girl now grown a wonderful woman, but still , he never thought in a million years to be a father - especially with the one he had had.

He welcomed the hug and held her back. A rare smile was painted on his lips. One only the Inquisitor had the priviledge of seeing. It was warm, genuine. And it disappeared as soon as the hug was over. He was not about to be caught being soft . He listened to her, looking at how neatly organized all was. His glance came back on her.

"Don't be. " he objected. He came closer and put his hands on her arms. "Follow your instinct, make mistakes, discover things about yourself so grand and so gross that you question all of it. What is important, is that you are gentle with yourself and show strength to face consequences when needed. Other than that, have fun - even if it's the end of the world , what better time to do so, mh ? " he put a kiss on her forehead. "Shall I give you a hand with your baggage , cupcake?"