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[galadrieljones]

Riptide

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Dragon Age | Solavellan | Abevellan | Amerivellan | Mature ❤️

Over the past ten years, Sene Lavellan, through her romantic pursuits, her gritty fight for the south, friendships that will last a lifetime, finds herself forever in love with a ghost, yanked down by the riptide, Solas. She is hunting wolves through time and space, anguish and joy as she pursues him without end. But as she learns that she does not have to fight alone, Solas must learn that the only possible answer for him, and the only true fate, is the love they share.

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Chapters will be published every week or so!

Part I: Abelas

Chapter 1: You're Welcome (9/23/24)

Chapter 2: Inertia (9/25)

Chapter 3: The New World (9/27)

Chapter 4: Digging (9/29)

Chapter 5: Lighthouse (10/1)

Chapter 6: Paper Flowers (10/3)

Chapter 7: The Storm Coast (10/5)

Part II: Ameridan

Chapter 8: Inquisition Folklore (10/7)

Chapter 9: Last Call (10/9)

Chapter 10: Fireflies, Marshes (10/11) - NSFW

Chapter 11: Dragon Slayer (10/13)

Chapter 12: Winter's Bone (10/15)

Chapter 13: Unlocked Doors (10/17)

Chapter 14: The Dragon, the Redhead, and the Wolf (10/20)

Chapter 15: Who Are You Now? (10/22)

Chapter 16: Goodnight, Halamshiral. (10/24)

Part III: Fen'Harel

Chapter 17: What the Dread Wolf Takes (10/26)

Chapter 18: Valor (10/28)

Chapter 19: Haven (10/30)

Part IV: Solas

Chapter 20: All New, Faded for Sene. (11/30)

Chapter 21: Sweet Sorrow (12/6)

Chapter 22: Wise Men (12/13)

***Chapter 23: Possession (12/20)***

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Beginning in Part IV, this fic contains spoilers for Dragon Age: The Veilguard ❤️

[fiadhaisteach]

On This Day

(previous TIRTWs & TIRTW Key/Legend)

Things I’ve Read This Week* - 2021.10.16

New Stories

Trio AU, even afraid, we build our home by apfelgranate (@notenoughdragons) & bluebeholder (@wanderingnork) - {Solas/F!Adaar/F!Adaar} - 4,635 words - complete

Salt, Flesh, Heat by hes5thlazarus (@5lazarus) - Solas/Iron Bull - 2,105 words - complete

BTV Artober 2021 by raven4138 (@drag-on-age) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 5,343 words - WIP

The Sound of Steel on Stone, ⚜️In the Wolf’s Shadow, ⚜️Lost Elf by lavellan22 - Solas/F!Lavellan - 8,922 words - 1st work complete, last work & series WIP

Rereads

In Another World by fenkyuubi (@fenkyuubi) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 81,513 words - complete

The Dread Wolf’s Heart, ⚜️The Dread Wolf’s Heart, ️⚜️Sanctuary, ️⚜️Subtle by Feynite (@feynites) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 186,784 words - complete

All the Time Before Us by bluebeholder (@wanderingnork) & art by apfelgranate (@notenoughdragons) - {Solas/F!Adaar/F!Adaar} - 6,911 - complete

The Sound of Steel on Stone, The Fresco by lavellan22 - Solas/F!Lavellan - 1,948 words - complete

Tumblr (re)Reads

What happens to Dog if the Warden dies fighting the Archdemon? prompt by @blue-eyed-jenna - Falon the mabari & friends

Subscription Updates

Lingrean Rosal'sule'din, The Future Is Not Yet Set In Stone by angelslaugh (@skyerie) - Dorian & F!Lavellan, F!Lavellan/F!Warden, past?Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 63-65)

Wicked Things, What a Wicked Game to Play by Cracking Lamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 51-52)

Unwritten by UnrealRomance - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 226-227)

Emerald Eyes Amidst Golden Vows - Bound Brighter by Elysia45 (@emerald-amidst-gold) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 13)

The Well by SerialChillr (@serial-chillr) - Abelas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 5)

Love, Delivered by beaubashley (@beaubartley) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 8)

Scars of Light by Kallypso (@kallypsowrites) - The Darkling|Kirigan/Alina (Ch. 55-56)

beware the forest at night, when there are miles left to go, the forest is dark and deep and i’ve seen you here before by victoriousscarf (@victoriousscarf) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 171-172)

Vena Eolas: The Journey of an Elvhen Spirit, Sule Tael Tasalal - Until We Meet Again by faerieavalon (@faerieavalon) - {Solas/OFC, Felassan/OFC} (Ch. 69)

She’s Lived a Good Life by Kinako - MCiT (Ch. 20)

Dreams, In Waking Dreams by AParisianShakespearean (@a-shakespearean-in-paris) - Cullen/F!Trevelyan (Ch. 88)

Into the Cosmos, Into the Chaos by Pakhet (@shiver-the-tiefling) - {MGiT~MBiT, Solas/MGiT, Solas~MBiT} (Ch. 82)

Til It Squeaks: A Modern Girl’s Take on Thedas, Twist Some More by CrackingLamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 33)

The DA Alternate Universe Chronicles, Vir'vhen'an by RogueLioness (@roguelioness) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 3)

✔️ All the Time Before Us by bluebeholder (@wanderingnork) & art by apfelgranate (@notenoughdragons) - {Solas/F!Adaar/F!Adaar} (Ch. 2), complete

Bloodied & Broken World State, Bloodied and Broken, Rogasha'ghi'lan (The Brave Guide) by youworeblue (@dreadfutures) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 13)

lover, your back is bruised from what you carry, In the face of your light by noverture (@noverturemusings) - Solas/M!Lavellan, past Dirthamen/M!Lavellan (Ch. 101)

Just Like Fire by CrackingLamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 16)

Echoes Across Time by JLHall (@jlhallares) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 235)

Shameless With a Side of Egg and Noodles by Cease_Sphire (@csphire​) - Varric/MGiT (the slowest of burns), also Solas/MGiT, M!Hawke/MGiT (Ch. 8-9)

The Guardian by HumblePeasant (@mogwaei) - Solas/OFC, Dorian/M!Lavellan (Ch. 149)

Coiling Time by Enceladus (EspressoComfort) (@espressocomfort) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 28)

» side note - multiple chapters may mean multiple updates; or might just be me refreshing my memory, reorienting myself in the story, or rereading some for fun.

*TIRTW & can recommend (previous weeks & TIRTW Key/Legend)

[gala-art]

Abelas makes Sene paper cranes in the evenings. They fly around the tent, and they get tangled in her hair. They are beautiful, and they make her laugh, and this makes them both happy.

But sometimes, outside, where the world is mean, and the light is too bright, she gets lost. Solas made butterflies, not paper cranes. Where is the line between nature and the thing you wish you could love? Sene asks herself that, sometimes.

[ma-revas-an]

Asha’belasan

If you look closely, you can see that I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.

[galadrieljones]

Thank you so much for this, amburu. I love how you capture Abelas and his patience, and how Sene, with all of her wrath, is always just out of his reach. Of course Solas is in the middle 😭 This is beautiful and expressive and I'm so thankful for a friend and reader such as you ❤️

Here's a tribute to the entire first arc of Riptide, an AO3 fic from @galadrieljones where we watch over Isene Lavellan's as she scrambles through a painful decade in Solavellan hell.

Please go check it out ! :)

Over the past ten years, Sene Lavellan, through her romantic pursuits and journeys post-Solas, her gritty fight for the south, deciding who she will become, finds herself forever in love with a ghost, yanked down by the riptide, Solas, hunting wolves through time and space, anguish and joy as she pursues him without end. Solas will come to learn that the only possible fate is the love they share.

[kestrelsansjesses]

Even if Abelas’ immortality vanished once he rejoined the waking world, he would outlive Maiwe. She has a mayfly’s life in comparison to him, brief and fleeting and gone too quickly so that he’s left alone just when he thought he had found something so concrete and real. 

:) :) :) 

[galadrieljones]

Riptide (Chapter 1)

❤️ Dragon Age | Sene Lavellan/Abelas | masterpost ❤️ AO3 ❤️

Chapter 1: You're Welcome

Almost a year after Solas's disappearance from Skyhold, Sene runs into Abelas while investigating a threat in the Frostback Basin.

"Oh dear," said Dorian. "Sene. Did you feel that?"

They were camped out at the mouth of the Frostback Basin. Sene Lavellan, lying on her back in the cool grass, was staring up at the stars, which blinked down like violent little fireflies. Something lovely about them, she thought, and how they swarmed the canopy. It was springtime. Dorian picked up her left hand, gave it a good one-over. She turned to watch.

"What's the matter?" she said.

"Your hand is flickering," said Dorian. "It's kicking off the Veil like bacon grease. Don't tell me there's a rift nearby."

Sene sat straight up, spring-loaded. She hadn't noticed before, but he was right. There were little green sparks emitting from her finger tips, and now she could feel it. It wasn't hot or cold or pain. Just weird. "Shit," she said, making a fist. "Why?"

Dorian glanced around. It was late. He had an odd feeling. "I don't know."

Iron Bull and Thom Rainier were out there in the weeds, stomping around, checking the perimeter for hostiles. There is something going on down there, with the Avaar, the Commander had said, back at Skyhold. He sent them to investigate, on behalf of the Inquisition, and here they were.

"I didn't used to be so scared of this thing," said Sene, staring at her hand, shaking it out like it was on fire. "I was at first, but—" She bit her tongue, literally, until it hurt. She lowered her voice so the memories wouldn't hear her. "This sucks."

"It's all right," said Dorian, setting the oil lamp between them so that he could get a better look. "We'll figure it out. There may be a rift. Or perhaps it's just, I don't know, the altitude."

"We're in a basin," said Sene. "You're supposed to be a genius, Dorian."

"I am a genius."

"Can't you just, I don't know, knock on the Veil or something? Have it tell you what's going on?"

"I may be a genius, Inquisitor, but I am not Solas. I can sense the Veil. I can even do things to it. I cannot, however, commune with the Veil."

She crossed her arms and looked down at her threadbare boots. They were heavy and worn to shreds. She hadn't had a replacement made in months. Dagna had offered several times to stitch her new ones before she left, but Sene would not accept. She just didn't feel right. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just...stressed."

"Try not to be." He gave her back her hand, and she put her gloves on. "Still no word from Solas I assume. Nothing, not even a dream?"

Sene shrugged. "I have felt him from time to time, while asleep, but he never gets close. It only lasts for a moment, like a breeze."

"Leliana seems to have zero leads," said Dorian. He took out a little handkerchief from his pocket, began to polish the great, blue gemstone at the helm of his staff. "I've pressed her, believe me."

"It doesn't matter," said Sene. "If he doesn't want to be found, then he won't be."

"Have you thought of all the possibilities?" said Dorian.

"What do you mean?"

"Sene, what if he's—"

"He's not dead," she said. She pressed her palms to the earth. It was cold and wet. There was a fat earthworm.

"How can you be sure?" said Dorian. "When was the last time you felt him on the breeze?"

"I don't know," she said. "But I think I would know if he died."

"Well, then we'll find him," said Dorian. "I'll help you."

"Thanks," said Sene. She tried her best to smile, but it was hard. She didn't like talking about Solas. It made her itch. Then they heard a snap, somewhere in the foliage to the north. They both got to their feet. They had camped in a clearing, an orchard that seemed to have been scrubbed in the previous years by a fire. Only a few trees remained. Apples, maybe. Or pears.

"Amatus, is that you?" called Dorian.

"Yeah, it's me," said Bull. He and Thom came out of the darkness and into the advancing moonlight. The setting was strange, almost romantic, thought Sene, in a decaying sort of way. It was the kind of place that Solas would have liked, full of remnants from another time, spirits cropping up where old trees had died. It would have made him playful, acting stupid. Sene could imagine him here, smirking and making his butterflies, his little magics, which he would conjure up just to dazzle her. They'd get caught in her hair.

"Are we good?" said Sene.

"All good," said Thom, heaving his ax from one shoulder to the other. "I have to say, Inquisitor, it would be nice if Sera were here. She's better at perimeter security than anyone I know. Bloody sneaky, that elf."

"I couldn't get ahold of her in time," said Sene. "She's somewhere with the Jennies."

"We'll be fine," said Dorian. "Let's all just get some sleep. I'll take first watch."

"No, I will," said Sene. She got up and dusted herself off. She picked up her bow, trying to feel like a new woman. She was done feeling like a child. That was bullshit. It had been a year since Solas left. It was still somehow raw, but at this point, she had learned to manage. She was the leader of a major war time organization. She had her own fucking military, and she'd defeated a god. She was pretty young, but the least she could do was deal with her break-up. "I'm the Inquisitor," she went on. "You boys...go to bed."

Bull chuckled. He nudged her slightly in the ribs. "Okay, mom."

It amused her. Maybe it was all bullshit, but at least she still had her friends. She was safe. "You know what I mean," she said. "I'll come back in a few hours."

***

They all went into their tents, which were patchwork but durable leather, sent to them on a small caravan earlier that day, on behalf of Scout Harding. She was inland, awaiting their arrival in the morning. Sene took a walk. She wasn't tired. She fidgeted with her gloves, tried to stop obsessing over hear hand. Ever since Dorian had pointed it out, she was anxious. It had not acted up like this before, and she was starting to wonder if this had something to do with Solas being gone. If he'd used to have some sort of effect on its balance, or he knew how to tighten loose bolts or something in the magic. Like a puzzle piece shoved out of place, it needed to be shoved back. Or that's how it felt, the best way she could think to describe it.

Outside the orchard, the woods were thick, and she couldn't see for shit beyond the moonlight that filtered through the trees. She understood now, what Thom meant about wanting Sera. There were too many hiding places. You needed somebody who understood this sort of business. Sene was better than most, but her expertise was more attuned to animals. She was a huntress, and so of course, she immediately began to search for the high ground. She found a plateau, hanging out over the thicket, which was scalable, and so she started to climb. It would be a good look-out spot, she thought. She'd be able to see the whole orchard from up there, with a particular view of the tents.

The climb was not difficult. Once she got to the top, she flung her bow over the ledge and got her feet up. Then she stood and took inventory of the view below. All was clear. The Frostback Basin had a haunted sort of beauty about it. Everything seemed foreign. The sky was pink at the horizon, the aurora floating and swirling as milky fire. It reminded her of nothing that she knew, or that she could understand. It looked like magic. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of weird birds and animals. Mating or hunting, she couldn't really tell. The plateau felt alive, and as she was searching around to find something to lean on, she suddenly sensed the vague notion of being watched. Though she figured it was probably just the creatures of the wilds, she picked up her bow anyway. There were trees behind her. The plateau didn't seem large enough to hold enemies. The feeling though, it was getting big, like a clear vibration in the Veil. Solas had taught her to sense the vibrations early on, a skill that she was good at, because she was an elf, and because the anchor held some connection there deep in its nervous system, and it helped her detect enemies before they detected her. It could also help her sense Solas. He was so strange, and unique. She had been with him for so long, and she had loved him so hard, but she never really understood him, what he was made of. He seemed like an ordinary elf, and yet, she was certain: he was made of something else.

As she gazed into the trees, past the grip of her bow, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She swung around, thinking perhaps she'd been followed. Dorian, or Bull. They were nosy. They loved her, and they worried about her, and it would be so like them to follow her up here. But she didn't see them. They weren't there. Instead, she saw somebody else. Somebody she knew, but whom it took her a moment to place.

She lowered her bow. "Abelas?" she said.

He was there. It was him. The large, stern elf from the Temple of the Mythal, the man who had used to protect the Well of Sorrows. He had a large staff, which was strapped to his back by some sort of magical harness. He held his hands where she could see them, like a half-surrender. His hair was long and blond, knotted off at the back of his head. and his eyes were a brilliant green, and he was so starkly handsome beneath the of weight of his vallaslin, the effect it had on her was almost alien. He was not of this world, and she knew right away that the magical vibrations she had felt on that plateau were coming from him.

"Inquisitor," he said, taking one step toward her. "What are you doing here?"

Read the rest @ AO3 ❤️

[galadrieljones]

Riptide: Chapter 22

Dragon Age | Solavellan | Abevellan | Amerivellan | Mature ❤️

Chapter 22: Wise Men

After an arduous journey through the Frostbacks, Inquisitor Ameridan arrives at Skyhold where he helps Sene try to make sense of her role in what's to come. Far away, a new romance blossoms. Where will it lead?

AO3 (Start from the Beginning)

MASTERPOST

[fortheloveofsolas]

Lavellan: “Why won’t you come home with me????”

[galadrieljones]

Riptide: Chapter 21

Dragon Age | Solavellan | Abevellan | Amerivellan | Mature ❤️

Chapter 21: Sweet Sorrow

Sene and Abelas find what they were looking for in the Crossroads, but a well-intentioned interloper takes them by surprise. Abelas opens up to Sene about what happened to him and Solas during their service with Mythal.

AO3 (Start from the Beginning)

MASTERPOST

[galadrieljones]

"Riptide" (Part IV: Solas)

Dragon Age | Solavellan | Abevellan | Amerivellan | Mature ❤️

"Riptide" continues, into the canon era of Veilguard. Follow Sene Lavellan's journey from the year Solas leaves Skyhold, through her various relationships and regrets, and her journey toward her destiny.

AO3 (Start from the Beginning)

MASTERPOST

Chapter 20: All New, Faded for Sene.

Alarming developments in the south have roused the Inquisition from its relative slumber. Unable to feel Solas through the Veil, Sene is worried. Abelas fears that he has begun his ritual, and so the two venture into the Crossroads, looking for clues.

[galadrieljones]

For the ask game:

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Hey there. That's a great question lol. My guess would be either Riptide or The Dead Season. The Dead Season is old, and it's complete, and I have revisited it often, as there are just certain aspects of that version of Solas and Sene and their universe that I miss. They were really very happy. TDS Solas was such a dream boat to write. I have also reread a lot of my old Young Wolf pieces to relive my Arlathan AU with him and Ghilan'nain in their youth, because I just miss him. I also miss his mother from that universe, Leanathy, who I was very proud of. And I miss my version of Mythal, who was not an awful person.

Re: Riptide, I have reread those chapters many times. In the early chapters of Riptide especially, I repurposed and expanded several older pieces from tumblr, from way back when I was casually writing Abevellan and Amerivellan on the side in like 2017. I had to reread those old pieces quite a lot to coordinate how they'd all fit together in time. I have also reread Riptide quite often because it contains a lot of information, and it's my second canon for Sene and Solas lol, so I need to keep everything straight. I like to look back as well to try and relive the details and the memories so that I don't forget them. So like, right now, I'm writing an Ameridan-heavy chapter, and so I've revisited the other Ameridan-heavy chapters quite often over the past week to get into his mode. I feel the need to steep myself in these voices that I have largely invented, like Abelas and Ameridan, so that I never forget their motivations, agendas, and the way that they speak.

AO3 Wrapped Asks - Feel free to send some more ❤️

[fortheloveofsolas]

I’ve seen other people use Abevellan, which is completely fine. To me, Abellan has a nice ring to it. (But I’m bias aren’t I? 😏)

Does Lavellan/Abelas have a ship name? Is it Abellan? 🤔

[galadrieljones]

I would love “first snow” for Lavellan + Abelas (maybe the first snow in a long time for abelas? 🥺)

Thank you so much!! This prompt spoke to me. This is Sene Lavellan x Abelas, probably some months before the Exalted Council when they were at their happiest. Also maybe worth noting that I don’t picture Abelas much like he appears in game. My face claim for Abelas is pretty much Chris Hemsworth in Thor lol.

A Festive Sort of Place

Sene never brought Abelas back to her clan, but she got close. They camped in Highever once, never made it across the Waking Sea.

“I have never seen this part of Thedas in winter,” he said to her. They were on a cliff on a mountain overlooking the rapturous waters below. The sky was gray and sharp like metal. He had his hair knotted off his face, his eyes soft. 

“Solas used to make it snow,” said Sene. 

Abelas looked at her. She was tall, but he was much taller. Her red hair was wild in the advancing storm. “You have never mentioned him,” he said. “Never till now. Why?”

She held Abelas around his waist and put her head against his heartbeat. He was warm and good. He sometimes told her stories of his homeland which was not Arlathan, but near Arlathan. A big colony of farms on what had now become the Boeric Ocean. They called it the Backwater. He said the sand there was full of magic, and that this was the only way he knew to explain it. It was full of magic, so pure, that it blended right in with the soil. As Mythal had used to say, when she walked its verdant plains: The farms of the Backwater, they were so ferocious. They grow right up to the lip of the sea.

“It’s not about Solas.” Sene shrugged as she looked at the sky, which swirled in anger and reprieve. She loved the winter. She loved its bones. “I just thought it was something to say, because it’s true. He used to make it snow, on the rooftops of Haven, before I was the Inquisitor. Though it was hard for him. He really had to try, which was fun, considering.”

“You were lucky then,” said Abelas. “I’m not sure Solas was really ever much good with weather, despite his power. That was always Mythal’s domain.”

“So he told me,” said Sene. The air was getting crisp and bitter. She closed her eyes, breathed him. He wore a heavy fur coat, and so did she, both cut from the bears of the Dales. “Anyway. What do you think? Of the snow.”

He held out his hand as the snow began to fall, finally, from the freezing sky. He had not seen it snow, really snow, in thousands of years. It did not snow in the Arbor Wilds, where it was always hot, and the colorful birds roosted all year long. The cold felt new. The cold felt different. “It’s lovely,” he said. That’s all he said.

They stood and watched the weather until they could not take it anymore. Then they hiked back down to the city and found a tavern, a festive sort of place full of gregarious miners and the sounds of the bards and the bartenders who fed them mead from giant flasks. 

As they sat together at the bar, talking and laughing and listening to the bards as they sang old fashioned songs, Sene wondered why it had felt okay to talk about Solas for the first time in almost two years.

Perhaps I am simply done with him, she wondered as Abelas smiled in his lazy way and put the hair behind her ear. They drank their mead. Perhaps this is the end.

***

@dadrunkwriting

[galadrieljones]

Same anon as last night--if you're done with this old fic of yours that's obviously fine and ignore me! but another q: in the various post-trespasser AUs ft Abelas and Ameridan, where is Solas? Does he know? What's he doing? Does he keep tabs on Sene? Does he regret his choices? Is he successfully finding a way to tear down the veil? Is he doing it for Mythal?

Hello, anon! I'm so sorry I missed this.

I haven't planned out these fics in-depth, but part of that is because I don't know where Solas is. They're based on a "canon" universe, so in all honesty, I'm sort of waiting for DA4! I don't know exactly what Solas is *doing* at this time; however, the following things are safe to say about his closeness to Sene:

Solas does keep tabs on Sene after DAI. He is extremely jealous of Abelas, even though he knows he has no right to be, and he would bring this up during their confrontation at the end of Trespasser. He would see Sene's relationship with Abelas as fulfilling all the things he has ever wanted for himself and for her: physical and emotional closeness, and an escape from the expectations of power and back to the freedoms of the natural world. After Sene breaks up with Abelas, I picture Solas approaching Abelas, as a friend, but Abelas wanting nothing to do with him. This harms Solas deeply, as in my universe, they were very close friends when they lived with Mythal.

Solas is taken by surprised when Ameridan returns. He is not sure how it worked, and he could not predict it or explain it. This threatens him a little bit, but more than anything, he is intrigued. Ameridan working with Sene causes him to question a great deal, as he is convinced that Ameridan must have a very strong, ancient magic to be able to resurrect the way that he did. Solas thinks of him as a kind of modern day evanuris and he's not sure how to deal with that. Of course, Ameridan has no ambitions beyond fulfilling his personal needs and desires. He has no want to influence the world, but I think that this would change when he learns who Solas is. He might have stories about Fen'Harel from Telana, who was a Dreamer, and might have met Solas in the Fade. Ameridan might meet Solas's mother at some point and admire her deeply. He and Sene would want to be separate from the struggles and strains of war, but inevitably, they would get sucked in.

Ameridan has major hang-ups about self-sacrifice as it ofc cost him so much. He would not want Sene to ruin her life or her youth simply trying to stop Solas. He would try to convince her to leave the problem for someone else to solve. Maybe he's wrong or right, but ultimately he just wants her NOT to blame herself so much when it comes to Solas and his plans. Sene has never been power-hungry or ambitious. Being with Ameridan allows her a quiet life, and even to move back to her farm, which Ameridan, who is basically "old order" Dalish, would love a great deal (and ofc Sene's clan would love him).

Thanks, anon for giving me the chance to think and write about these characters again!!

[galadrieljones]

Headcanon! Lavellan got a lot of panic attacks Solas would always comfort her through when she first joined the inquisition, and they lessened over time. After he left, she learned to hide she still gets them time to time from everyone else because she knows she has to fulfill the role of leader Thedas needs her to be. She begins getting them a lot again post-Trespasser because of losing her arm, etc., and Solas comforts her through the Fade without her knowledge.

This somehow became a Sene and Abelas thing. Very lightly sort of NSFW. :sobs:

Here we have “canon” Sene Lavellan: Solas left. Trespasser happened. it’s all true. Everything’s terrible. Thank you, @lavilsa, for the lovely prompt. I’m sorry it kind of got away from me.

Digging

Her big red hair was like a nest that night, in the Fade. Itwas a hot halo. Sene’s hair had become an angry place. He had lived there oncewhen it had been butterflies.

“You left,”she said to him. It was all she said those days. They were standing under a huge, tall tree next to the Fade ocean. It was dark. The sky was a purple enemy. He’d been holding her hand, and at first, she’d let him, but now, she yanked it away. “Are youcoming back?”

He said nothing. He was a desperate man. “Sene.”

“Why did yousummon me here,” she said. “Just to piss on your territory, as usual?”

“No.”

He wasstaring at the space between them, huge and tall and wound. He had called outto her, because he had felt her anger across ten thousand metaphysical seas. Itscared him. But she didn’t want his comfort. He had ruined this. She wanted to get outof that dream so bad, she got down on her hands and knees, and she started digging in the wet Fade soil. She thought if she kept digging, she’d digher way right to the center of the boiling earth and come out the other side. Wherever that was, it was better than here.

“Sene,” he said. “Please, wait.”

“I’m not listening,” she said, dirtin her fingernails. “I’m digging. See?”

She was sick of holding hands. Gasping for her breath, she began to panic. She was digging, digging anyway. Digging for dear life. Then.

Awake. Her heart was a wild animal inher chest. She opened her eyes to a hot, dark world, and she was not alone.

“Ise?” It was him, just Abelas. He was the only one who called her that. He was alarmed. She must have been talking again. In their tent,somewhere in the Emerald Graves, there was very little light.

“I’m sorry,”she said. She satstraight up, holding on tight to the implanted joke that was her new left hand.It itched constantly. “I’m sorry, Abelas.” She was sticky. She felt his big, hard hand on the back of her neck. It was a comfort, in its way. “I’m fine.”

“Are yousure?”

They looked at each other throughthe weird shadows of the tent. His eyes weresome kind of far away swamp place. Green, wet and warm and sad. She tried as hard as she could to soften up forhim that night, but it was no use. “I’m sure.”

He was an easy man at the end ofthe day. He nodded, letting her have her space.

The next morning, Sene and Abelas fuckedup six or seven demons at the crux of two rivers. These were gnarled creaturesand had been haunting a local alfalfa farm, killing the goats and the barn cats. This, forSene, was plain charity. It was how she got to sleep at night. They never acceptedpayment. They just traveled from problem to problem, fixing things where theycould.

They had been on thismerry-go-round for two months. Every time they hit a town or village, there wasa courier there, waiting for Sene, with a message from Sera or Josephine. Please come home, thenotes would say. Please just tell uswhere you are. Are you okay? Sene would always sign her name at the bottomand send it right back.

She wasn’theartless. She was just gone.

When the demons were dead,Abelas came over to help her to her feet. They were both sweating. The day wasa sweltering hot box, and there were trees on all sides. She picked a driedleaf from his collar and ground it into dust in her palm. He swatted a few bugs out of her hair. Her bow was inthe weeds.

“Good work,”he said.

“Where thefuck did they come from?” she said. “I thought the rifts were gone.”

He shookhis head. “I don’t know.”

“We have to find out,” she said.“There could be a cave nearby. An entrance to the Deep Roads.”

“Could be,” said Abelas. “You wantto hunt it now, or later?”

They stared at each other. She saidnothing, but he could feel the anger inside her, building into a familiar needthat would not go quietly. It was so big, her anger. It could eat entireworlds. It could kill. It could suck his heart from his chest and abandon it, weeping, to the sidewalk.

She took a deep breath. “What doyou want to do?” she said.

He said nothing. If she was leaving it to him, he knew what that meant. He tossed hisstaff and grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard, felt her give beneath him. Theybacked into a tree. The birds sang overhead the whole time.

There were glimmers these days,when Sene thought she might be happy. In the middle of the night, the aftermathwith the grit still in her teeth and in her eyeballs. Abelas was a good man, a powerfulspecimen, a strong partner. He was her friend. He traveled easy. He listened to her, madeher paper cranes in the evenings that would fly around and get caught in herhair and make her laugh. She tried not to think ofit too hard as he undressed her that day in the Emerald Graves. That he was in love with her. He always had been. Because she really fucking wished she loved him, too.

Abelas was an ancient elf ofconsiderable power and an excellent mage. He was big and tough but he was softinside, made of puddles, and she liked that about him. Together, they were doing some good in this world,even if it was patchwork. Even if the Inquisition was dead. Even if it was,ultimately, fruitless.

He could really give her a run forher money though, that part was true. He was not the Wolf, but hewould do. It was the story of his life as he took her there, filled her need.Like digging. One day, he thought, if he tried hard enough, maybe he’d find her on the other side. Not so angry. Just a girl, like she’d used to be, smoking dope by the fire and laughing. Sene.

@thevikingwoman I apologize. ;_; for @dadrunkwriting