#Ylva Lavellan

[blindvogel]

I've recently finished my replay of DAI before Veilguard release and it's interesting what I either forgot in the past ten years or just simply didn't notice as significant. Like the fact that wolf howls lead you up the mountain after Haven to find the rest of the refugees. I like to think that my Lavellan would see the significance, and much later the pain and irony of the situation.

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It is during their third day traversing the Emerald Graves that Ylva spots what she had been looking for, half hidden from view by a copse of trees and other foliage. She considers for a moment if there is an option to sneak away from her traveling party for a moment but then reconsiders given the Red Templar presence in the area. As much as she is not looking forward to the commentary she would hate an ambush even more. So she leads them off the beaten path before gesturing for them to wait. 

"I only need a moment, it won't take long," she says then quickly scurries off before anyone can ask her what this is about. They'll figure it out in a moment anyway as she weaves between the trees until she reaches the worn stone statue of a wolf resting on a low pedestal, his head lowered to look at whoever would approach him. 

She pulls a small bundle out of her pack, wrapped in wool and held together with string, and places it between the paws. An offering that she hopes is adequate for what has been given. 

"Ma melava halani, Fen'harel. Ma serannas lasa ghilan." she says, then looks up at the wolf looking down at her. He is weathered but intact which is a good sign, and what hand had carved him chose to make it just so that his eyes look kind from this angle. She is just tall enough that when she tentatively reaches up she can put her hand on the side of his muzzle. She doesn't know why the Dread Wolf saved her life up on that mountain but she believes in what her Keeper has taught her, what her own interpretation of the myths tells her. And she owes him thanks.

[vigilskept]

moving things around again, because there's no better way to procrastinate on a fic :') leaving the tags here while i hammer out continuity for good this time!

city elves: -> chaya & isaac tabris -> adaia, neri & isa tabris (chaya & nelaros' daughters)

circle mages: -> diya surana & qadir amell

dwarves: -> sindri brosca & ylva aeducan

dalish elves: -> roshan mahariel -> abra lavellan* -> tavian mercar**

orlesian wardens: -> gabriel andras

hawkes: -> dane hawke -> andrea hawke -> rowan hawke -> maric hawke

trevelyans: -> leon, damian, thea and sander trevelyan

vashoths: -> semra adaar -> dinara de riva

*originally from wycome alienage **adopted by the mercar family

[nykoswrites]

da ocs

origins

guinevere cousland, nathra surana, saeris surana, thalia cousland, casimir amell, fennas mahariel

ii

adair hawke, odessa hawke, edgar hawke, samuel hawke

inquisition

athera lavellan, hae’ra/mylaela lavellan, mafalda lavellan, enfenim lavellan, linnae lavellan, diana trevelyan, anna trevelyan, elise trevelyan, asala adaar, olenda cadash, lori (a cook at haven/skyhold), rasa (spirit of purpose), ylva magnhilddotten (avvar)

dinan lavellan, mana lavellan, harel lavellan, mihren lavellan, daniel trevelyan, james trevelyan, oliver trevelyan, katari adaar, maraas adaar, varrow cadash

[larkoneironaut]

A corrupted Ylva Lavellan ❤️

Day 3 - Red Lyrium #SolavellanElvhenanOCtober2020

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[asharchivesblog]

tfw you have a shotgun wedding in Orlais and you witness is a dog you just found. But aren’t they beautiful??

[poseidonewithyou]

they look amazing thank you so much!!

I’ve been super busy with school and kept forgetting to upload this! 

Thank you to @poseidonewithyou who commissioned me for their lovely Ylva Lavellan doin some spooky necromancing with Dorian! 

[nerdacious]

Ylva does not look happy about wearing a flower crown.

[blindvogel]

@/shivunin came up with this tag game!

Considering myself tagged by dalishious :)

RULES: Make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following

(Ylva Lavellan)

An event that defines your character's past

The pull on my flesh was just too strong, stifled the choice and the air in my lungs Broken Crown by Mumford & Sons

How your character sees themselves

See I've seen devils, I've seen saints, I've seen the lines between them fade. I've seen pictures with no meaning. I don't know what to believe. Ready to Question by Gabrielle Aplin

How others view them

I'm fighting and I'm bleeding, I don't give up, I walk. My hope, my love, my reason they guide me as I walk Walk by Saint Chaos

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

Blue blue caravan(aravel), won't you drive away all of these tears? For my true love is a man that I haven't seen in years Blue Caravan by Vienna Teng

A major fight scene

But when there's trouble gonna strike with lightning, nobody's ropes are catching me, there ain't no rest till I rest in peace Now's My Time by Valley Of Wolves

End credits song

And the storms we weathered through, and we hope in the light of truth to break free from chains and come anew Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Chevy/Robin

___ Tagging @msviolacea and @luxheroica for some fun character-based playlist making :D

[blindvogel]

Musings on my post-Trespasser Lavellan, since it's 2014 again in my brain, apparently.

They had discussed for a long time before the incident at the Summer Palace how best to deal with the change in opinion towards the Inquisition, if it should continue or be disbanded. There isn’t much of a conversation after the betrayal becomes obvious. Ylva hates to call it that, of course she also has far more skin in the game. It’s just so much more complicated than that. Out of everyone still actively with the Inquisition she has to reconcile worlds inside her and it makes her head spin.

What does not feel complicated at all however is taking off the mantle of Inquisitor and settling on disbandment. They had done their duty to Thedas, now it was time for everyone to return home. She had done her duty, more than what should be asked of any one person. She still feels the weight of it all, a weight that almost killed her. Cassandra and Leliana are sympathetic, and understanding of her reasoning. The Inquisition, should it remain, would be far too vulnerable to spies and infiltration, to power being abused should she ever step away from her position. Or die. Ylva wrestles with the reality of just how close she had come to it, how desperately she wants to live.

Besides, they have to figure out other ways to stop Solas - Fen’harel, ways that he can not predict. And she needs to learn more, to understand better if one of those options were to entail convincing him. She cannot give up. 

The crazy thing, the thing she tried to make him understand, the thing she can not say out loud to anyone but Dorian - is that she understands. After having learned that he is responsible for the Veil, for Arlathan’s fall, Ylva understands how he must feel. That terrible time in the almost-future has given her a glimpse of something she never considered to be so important as she does now. And it can’t be the only thing of importance. 

So she sets out to explore, to learn more about her own people’s past, and what Solas might plan for their future.

It’s easier being a wandering elven mage than the Inquisitor she finds with some irony and amusement. It had been easier for him to be Solas instead of Fen’harel too after all. She wonders if he had even chosen that name for himself. She knows that he had been Solas first, that what little he had shown of himself to her is the self that he treasures most. The side of him that he holds most true. She understands better now that he never intended to lie but could not speak the truth either. It only pains her that she had to live through everything to fully understand and accept the reality of what- who he is. 

Now living his reality, watching through his eyes, she finds the experience humbling. Being raised Dalish yet without her Vallaslin she’s no longer of her people and it opens her eyes to just how insular her people have become even to their fellow elves. Of course she knew that yet experiencing it is another thing entirely. Still, she finds clans that are willing to share what they know with her once she demonstrates that she knows the customs, speaks the language. In return she shares news of the world, but not what she learned from Solas. They are not ready yet and she is selfish, needs to remain welcome and at least accepted as she takes on the monumental task of gathering knowledge about her fractured origins.

It would feel insurmountable if she wouldn’t have Dorian. Dorian who is fighting his own battle by accepting the role of Magister and attempting to change Tevinter from within. They speak often and long via his parting gift, a sending crystal she carries in a locket hidden under her leathers. Ylva goes to see him every time her travels bring her close to the Imperium, sneaking into the city of Minrathous to spend a few weeks squirreled away in his estate. As much to bring him strength and comfort as he brings her. She sleeps better when she’s in Tevinter, because of the man running himself ragged trying to fix the mistakes she opened his eyes to. Because thanks to Dorian she has something she begins to think of as home.

On the road her dreams are different, more fraught with painful memories. Painful as she awakes finding it had been a dream. Still, she does not regret her choices, would never regret loving the people she loves now.

[asharchivesblog]

Finally have shots of Ylva Lavellan! I only recently learned how to access my screenshots. Yes, I’m a neanderthal...

But here she is meeting Hawke!

[nerdacious]

Another pic spam of Ylva Lavellan because reasons. Quality is shitty, but I needed one of her and her eggheaded boyf.

[blindvogel]

Solavellan - the things we say

"I can't let you do that."

She does not turn to face him, shoulders pulled up, hands clenching and opening. And for a second he thinks she changes her mind. But the moment passes and she moves towards the doors, picking up her staff and giving a curt nod to Bull. Following a request - no, an order - the Qunari slides between them, forces him to move with the rest of the fleeing refugees.

"Can I kiss you?"

Her voice sounds small, careful, a whisper meant for him only. It is late, the candles on the table are burning low, filling the rotunda with long shadows, and he has longed to touch her for the better part of the day. So the decision is easy, already made before she asked. He turns and leans over, capturing her lips hungrily with his.

"You came back." 

Her face is expressionless, a perfect mask carved from stone, when she moves towards him. He stands his ground, exhausted, weary, prepared to receive any punishment she has for him. Then her facade cracks, lips drawing into a cautious smile. As she reaches him, there is no harshness or reproach, but a firm embrace and a hot, wet cheek pressed to his. 

[blindvogel]

One Quiet Night, Part 4

Solavellan College/Victorian AU ficlet; in which apologies are made.

Sundays Ylva always allowed herself to sleep in a bit longer and enjoyed a more elaborate breakfast with some light pastries fresh from Orlais, delivered to the college by airship. Then she dressed in the light practise robes, took her staff and headed for the magic training court. The walled off stone courtyard was empty, slowly slipping out of the shadow cast by the library tower and in the warming beams of sunlight. Ylva closed the heavy oaken entrance door with the no-entry sign and positioned herself in the middle of the yard.

Breathing in and out, eyes closed, she emptied her mind. Then, every move deliberate and precise, she went through the casting motions, staff whirling around her slow moving body. With time she gained momentum, her movements losing their calculated edge and flowing easily from one form to the next. When she came to the third stage, infusing her training with magic, ice and lightning arced around her, filling the courtyard with a deadly storm. Ylva moved with the lightning strikes, danced between ice walls springing from the ground, her even breath hanging like clouds in the cold air.

Then it all reversed, magic flowing back into her, leaving the yard empty bar herself. Her movements slowed, returned to the deliberate state from her start, then stilled completely, leaving her again in the center of the yard.

With the back of her free hand Ylva swiped the thin film of sweat from her brow and smiled, satisfied with her training. The next thing on her self-proclaimed schedule was a quick bath, which she prefered hot after her training, and a fast return to the library and her papers.

Yevven was at his table in the ground floor of the rotunda, cheerfully waving at her as she passed. She returned his greeting and climbed the stairs two floors up. When she reached her table she found it occupied. Solas sprawled in the chair she used to sit in, legs outstretched to full impressive length, leafing through a book he must have picked up from a pile next to him. The morning sun filtered through the window behind him and reflected off of his shaven head. It almost made her giggle.

“Is your own desk not to your liking any more or were you waiting for me?” Her voice was full of badly hidden mirth and when he raised his head to meet her gaze, a grin was spreading over his face.

“ Your table has the benefit of natural light in the morning hours and since I didn’t see you use it…” Solas showed not the slightest inclination to get up, just smiled at her with a challenge in his eyes.

“Well, if you’re here for the light, don’t mind me.” Ylva gave him the sweetest smile she could muster, picked a random book from her table and folded herself onto the windowsill behind him. Silence descended between them, leaving each to their own thoughts and reading material.

“I must admit, the questions you left on my table have surprised me.” His soft voice broke the silence and made Ylva look up.

“How so?”

“They show a consideration and understanding of the subject matter I did not expect coming from a Dalish. I have misjudged your capabilities based solely on preconceived opinions and I... regret that.” He was still seated with his back to her and she stared dumbfounded at the back of his head for a moment before replying.

“Is that an apology?” At that Solas turned around to her, his face open and sincere, his eyes searching her face underneath the veil.

“Yes, I believe it is.”

Ylva felt her lips twist into a grin.

“And I must admit you are not such an arrogant ass as I perceived you to be.”

His brows shot up in surprise at her bluntness, eyes growing wide. But then a laugh tumbled from his lips and his expression softened, eyes crinkling with amusement.

“Is that an apology?”

Ylva laughed.

“Yes, I believe it is.”

For a moment they just smiled at each other, then returned to their individual books. The silence that settled between them now amicable and warm.

[blindvogel]

Solavellan - Moments

To Ylva it was clear that their relationship consisted solely of stolen moments. Solas was a very private man, carrying next to nothing of his feelings to the outside when someone could observe them. And at Skyhold there was always someone watching or listening. 

So Ylva had learned to make do with the little things during their time spent in the fortress. The quick warm smiles he gave her when they spoke, the way her name rolled off his tongue, full of affection. The warmth of his body at her side, when they sat next to each other on the couch reading, his hand brushing over hers when he turned a page or pointed something out to her. His breath caressing her ear when he leaned over to explain something to her or correct her pronunciation of an old elvhen word. 

She lived for the moments out in the wild, on mission for the Inquisition, storing them inside her like precious paintings to be treasured. And when she slept, she walked them in her dreams, vibrant in their colors and every little detail committed to memory. 

There was the time when they had wandered ahead of the others, disappeared from their view behind a boulder. Solas's arms had captured her then, pressing her body close to his for a few thundering heartbeats, before releasing her and walking on, a half-hidden smile in the corners of his lips.

The late evening when they were seated at the campfire in the Emerald Graves, air heavy with history and pain around them, quietly talking until the others retreated to the tents. His hand covering hers as she guided his face towards hers, lips meeting again after what had felt like a life time, first soft and careful, then rougher and full of need. 

And then there was the night in the Hissing Wastes where he had found her bathing in a spring. Ylva remembers turning around and finding him standing at the edge, rigid as a statue. She had stretched a hand out to him, inviting, and expected him to shake his head and turn to leave as he liked to do. But he had surprised her - and probably himself - by stripping and joining her in the cool, waist deep water. They had made love that night underneath the moon and stars, reflected in the dark waters. Ylva remembers drifting, floating, flying in this piece of sky on earth. Their hearts and bodies one and whole. 

Thinking of moments like these makes life bearable without him at her side. Keeps her going forward into an uncertain future when her legs want to give way, falter underneath the weight fate has placed on her shoulders. 

They give her hope.

[blindvogel]

Solas and Ylva by snuffysbox

I was lucky enough to get a commission slot when she opened them. And now I can die happy. u/////u

These Ylva/Solas are from my Victorian Era AU story, One Quiet Night. I am so happy! X3

[nerdacious]

Meet the new Inquisitor, Ylva!