#and not at all as close to ada as Ravena and Rolfe are

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Thinking about my Hawkes and the fact that my disaster magical garbage fire falls for Cassandra purely by chance. Like

100% committed to disliking her on principle in the “so YOU’RE the one who interrogated my dear friend Varric.”

Is NOT dear friends with Varric, who merely tolerates him because his twin sister Vivian IS best friends with Varric. Cassandra doesn’t have to know that though.

Did not expect to be greeted by a punch to the face, barely had a chance to dodge, almost got his nose broken a fourth time.

Varric was purposely vague when describing the Hawke siblings. “You’ve seen one Hawke, you’ve seen all five.” so Carver and Gavin are wandering Skyhold looking for Varric and walk right past Cassandra, who had a very different mental image in her head as to what the Champion of Kirkwall looked like.

I’m putting both Hawkes in Skyhold longer than they were in-game, so there’s plenty of opportunities for interaction (Gavin immediately teases Carver for making googly eyes at the resident surgeon, one Ada Trevelyan. Carver tells Gavin to fuck off in reply.)

Gavin was also 100% ready to sacrifice himself in order to give everyone time to run in the Fade. Carver went “yeah, NOPE. Noble death or not, I’m dragging your ass back. Our sisters would murder me if I came home without you.” and fireman carries Gavin over his shoulder. The both of them flip off the nightmare as they jump through the fade rift.

“I’m glad you made it back in one piece.” “What, so you can interrogate me for my version of things?” “Ugh, you can be so DIFFICULT. I just wanted to say I’m glad you’re alive- you know what? Forget it.” Leads to Gavin apologizing for being an ass and an invite for drinks on his tab as a way to make up for it.

Gavin, even with his thrice-broken nose, is a looker and despite his whole pushing people away before they go and start relying on him (and are inevitably disappointed in him) he’s a good guy and Cassandra’s in the middle of something completely different when she has the “oh. Oh no” realization.

Varric wastes zero time writing to his BFF Vivian with a “VIV HOLY SHIT GUESS WHAT” letter.

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Jogging the Memory

Fiction Type: Fanfiction Fandom: Dragon Age Prompt: "I need you."

Diving into @fictober-event by putting a spin on some old reliable characters and putting them into the AU @alittlestarling and I have been throwing ideas back and forth to the other for forever.

“I need you to –”

Ravena met Blackwall’s earnest plea with an arched eyebrow. “To keep quiet that I know you from a few years ago?” She tilted her head. “Under a different name than the one you’re using now?”

“You don’t understand, it’s…” he sighed. “That old name is dead now, as is the past that went with it.”

She shrugged and went back to packing her bag. Before he had knocked on the door of the cottage she was sharing with her cousins, Ravena had been preparing to go out into the field and accompany the Herald into the Hinterlands to hopefully acquire horses for the Inquisition. Personal curiosity in the astrariums littering the landscape Roz had mentioned had been the main reason she had requested the to join the outgoing party, but she sincerely hoped that unlocking their secrets would lead to something that would benefit the Inquisition, fledgling organization as it was.

Oh Henri, she thought wistfully, a pang of grief sharp at her chest. If only you were here to see this with me.

“Some pasts we can’t run from, Rainier,” she told him, not looking up as she carefully put a well-worn notebook in with her belongings. She may not have her mentor here with her any longer, but she could still find comfort in the knowledge that his personal effects had been safely stowed away in the inn that he had been staying at before heading to the Conclave. She may never find a body to mourn amid the ashes of the temple she and her dear cousin had once helped restore, but at least she had his familiar book of notes to keep his memory alive. “Especially pasts like yours.”

“My name is Blackwall,” he hissed, tone suddenly sharp, dangerous. Ravena started when his hand shot out and gripped her wrist, her mind flashing to the dagger she kept inside her right boot. It was a gift from her other cousin Rolfe, one that had come with countless lessons on self-defense and how to properly use it. The crushing pressure of the fingers that ground around the slim bones of her wrist was a dangerously silent reminder that those very same fingers could easily wrap around her throat and made her sincerely think that she might have use for all those lessons Rolfe had taken pains to teach her. “And it would benefit us both if you would remember to use it.”

Not breaking eye contact, Ravena wrenched her wrist out of his grasp, eyes narrowing and mouth twisting into a frown. “Is that a threat?”

“That is entirely up to you, my lady.”

Weighing pros and cons had always been one of her stronger suits. It had been years since she had last seen Thom Rainier and the man she had encountered in the woods defending people from bandits was different than the man she had spent a night of passion with while in Orlais supporting her findings from a dig she and Henri had just gotten back from. At the time, she had thought Thom Rainier a handsome, if not arrogant man and the fact that he had thought she was similarly attractive and was willing to partake in a bit of mindless fun that didn’t have any strings attached. They’d spent a mutually pleasant evening together and he was gone before she woke up the next morning. To his credit, he hadn’t robbed her any of her belongings while she had been asleep.

It may be her ego talking, but she would have liked to have made enough of an impression on him that he would have actually remembered her name the next time he saw her. The only thing that soothed that initial sting was the fact that he had recognized her, even if he didn’t remember exactly where he knew her face from.

She licked her suddenly dry lips. The man defending the defenseless and teaching them to fight back was also worlds different than the rumors of murder and betrayal that had circulated after his seemingly mysterious disappearance from Orlais. “Mutually beneficial relationships seem to be a thing for us,” she said, tone careful. Almost instantly, the line of his shoulders relaxed and the flinty edge to his eyes seemed to warm. There was still a cautious way he carried himself, but then again, she had that same manner, her body ready to bolt should he make any sudden moves.

“That would appear so.”

“Even if some of us don’t remember that being the case.”

The laugh that she was met with sounded rusty from disuse, but genuine, nonetheless. “If it makes you feel any better, Ravena, I was a bastard back then. I rarely took the time to process names and commit the faces they belonged with to memory.”

“And that’s different now?” Are you a different person was the silent question that burned at the tip of her tongue, but it wasn’t a question she had any right to ask of him. Not yet anyway.

“It is.” She was not a short woman, but he still had to tilt his head and slightly hunch his shoulders to ensure they were at an equal line of sight. “I…I am trying, at least.”

Ah. So her silent question wasn’t quite as silent as she had thought. “That’s all any of us can do,” Ravena replied. “If it makes you feel any better, I guess I can forgive your lapse in memory. Our past encounter was brief.” She gave him a wicked smile. “Almost disappointingly so. Premature, even.”

He made a face, posture relaxing even further at her teasing. “You wound me.”

“A fitting injury to match the blow to my own ego.”

“You know, I could be persuaded to soothe that injury, should you be so inclined.”

Oh. Well this was an entirely different direction for their conversation to take from where it began. “Is that so?” She went back to packing her bag. “And if I was uninterested?”

“Then this would be the last time I brought it up.” He took a step towards her, his voice pitched lower in a way that sent a pleasant shiver down her back. “I may be an asshole when it comes to remembering names, but I can distinctly remember that night.”

Ravena closed her eyes and swayed towards him, so close that the warmth of his body all but sank into her skin. “Once I jogged your memory, you mean.”

“This is going to be a thing with you, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t decided.” She grinned. “Perhaps.”

“Perhaps on always bringing up my past fuck them and forget them tendencies or perhaps on picking up a…mutually beneficial relationship from where we left it?”

Bag packed, she slung it over her shoulder before pressing close to Blackwall’s side. Not giving him any warning, she reached out and grabbed the collar of his gambeson, rising on the tips of her toes to close the short distance between them. It had been some time since she had kissed anyone, let alone this man, but oh. The initial surprise had been sweet, but the answering kiss was even better. Blackwall didn’t wait for any prompting before wrapping his arms around her and hauling her up return her kiss, the press of his mouth against hers almost intoxicating and bringing back several incredibly detailed moments of that night they’d shared so long ago.

She broke the kiss before they got too carried away. While it was tempting to entertain the thought of Blackwall having his way with her there on the nearby table, she was sharing the cabin with Ada and Rolfe, either of the two well within their rights to innocently walk in without thinking to announce their presence.

Ada would have been mortified and run out of the cabin. Rolfe, on the other hand…Ravena was absolutely positive her dearest cousin would have given them a round of applause and some sort of smartassed remark. Ravena loved him dearly and considered Rolfe to be more of a younger brother than a cousin, but she would have had no other choice but to chase him down and kill him for interrupting, so really, stopping before things got too out of hand was for his own safety.

“I’ll let you figure that one out,” she told Blackwall, winking cheekily as she moved past him and towards the door. She gasped when he reached for her wrist again, pulling her back for another quick yet searing kiss.

“I’m a quick study,” he murmured, breath warm against her lips. He moved back only far enough to bring her wrist that was still in his loose grasp to his lips, his mouth moving over the skin there, a silent apology for his earlier mishandling. “Ravena.”

“So I see.” She exited the cabin and held the door open for him. “Shall we? I wouldn’t want to keep Roz waiting.”

“No, we wouldn’t want that.” He held out his arm for her to take as they walked towards the makeshift stables, but she squared her shoulders and walked past him.

“You’re staring at my ass,” she said, not looking behind to confirm.

“It would be rude not to appreciate the view,” he shot back.

She shook her head and kept walking. “Ass.”

The smile on her face remained as they came up to the stables, Roz checking her saddlebags for gear and Rolfe making small talk beside her. Ravena made note of Roz’s worried expression, and she knew that the Herald had good reason to be worried; reports from the Hinterlands were still coming in of pockets of mage and templar skirmishes. While the Inquisition’s agents had made some headway in stabilizing the area, there were still violent flare ups that hopefully would become less and less as fade rifts were sealed and areas secured.

“Everything all right?” Ravena asked, hoping to break the tense silence that Rolfe’s lighthearted yet one-sided conversation hadn’t been able to.

“I guess we’ll find out once we get there,” Roz answered, chewing on her lip. “Are we ready?”

“Ready whenever you are.” Again, Blackwall offered his arm to her as she stood beside her own horse, and this time, Ravena took it. Her branch of the Trevelyan family tree were excellent equestrians, she herself learned how to ride at a very early age, but when an attractive man offered to help her onto a horse, she would have been a fool to let the opportunity pass without taking advantage of it.

Ravena was many things, but a fool wasn’t one of them. It was something that definitely didn’t escape her cousin’s notice either. He didn’t say anything, but the raised eyebrow and smirk he gave her was enough to know that they would be having a conversation once they had a chance for privacy. She sighed and rolled her eyes at Rolfe. It would be easier to tell him the truth; he was a spy by profession and even before his twenty-year tenure with the Chantry, had an uncanny knack for pulling information out of anyone before they even realized they were telling him everything.

Well, almost everything. Ravena glanced at Blackwall, who had elected to ride ahead of them and match his horse’s pace with Roz’s.

Some secrets weren’t hers to tell.

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Rehashing old headcanon feels is apparently all I’m capable of doing at the moment, but have some Cousins Trevelyan stuff, mostly focused on Ada.

She’s never really been around Rolfe much except for holidays when they were children. Rolfe’s seven years older than she is, so she was 10 when his family chucked him head first into the Chantry to avoid a scandal. As adults, she meets up with him at the Crossroads in the Hinterlands and seeing as she now has two cousins she was familiar with in Haven (and a third hello, I guess we’ve never met cousin hanging around too if you throw in Vincent) the decision to join the Inquisition is pretty easy for her. Besides, she was on her way to Haven to see the destruction for herself, as her sister Marguerite was present at the Conclave.

Rolfe took one look at her and went “okay, I’m adopting you now” especially when he found out that she had zero combat training despite being an active duty medic for the Orlesian army at one time. Her explanation was that no one attacked medics as a rule and Rolfe pretty much pulled several knives from out of whatever random pocket he had and “here. I’m assuming you know the pointy end sticks into people, but here’s two extra. We’re going to be doing drills starting this afternoon, purely because I’m not a morning person and morning training is bullshit.” He trains her in how to use daggers, but he also randomly sneaks up on her to get her reflexes trained to dodge and run, because while knowing how to stab people is important, Rolfe also knows that being able to run from a fight is just as important, if not more so. It got to a point where Ada developed muscle memory on how to evade, which wound up saving her life multiple times over as Haven was overrun. Ada grabbed as many medical supplies as she could carry and with her arms full, she dodged and wove her way through Venatori and red templars to get to the Chantry without a scratch.

While Ravena is basically a sister to her, Ravena is also gone a lot to do research and scouting missions for the Inquisitor. Rolfe, on the other hand, pretty much makes his base of operations in the Herald’s Rest and makes it his job to drag her out of the infirmary to get some fresh air when she burrows in and becomes a workaholic. Once members of his Super Secret Spy Squad start rolling into Skyhold (they like him more than the Chantry, so when they hear that he’s left his post, they stop working as informants for them out of loyalty to Rolfe) he sends his youngest member to help. Anamaria my be the deadliest with poisons, but she makes the most potent healing potions and salves around. It keeps her from getting bored, which means that the tavern’s tables don’t get carved into too much.

By this time, the working friendship Ada has with Cullen has turned into something more. Seeing as her little corner room in a neighboring tower is full of plants, Ada takes over some ivy and other easy to care for specimens that she uses as an excuse to visit him. When she’s in his office watering the plants, she takes the opportunity to talk with him. She sees how tired he is and while she can’t order him to rest, she can ask him to take a short break to walk the ramparts with her or share a pot of tea to wind down for the evening.

She can sing well, though she rarely does out loud after a bout of childhood bullying by her sister Marguerite made her self-conscious. Her older brother Christian and second sister Nicole think she has a lovely voice and nicknamed her their Little Bird because they loved to hear her enjoy singing. (She has a lot of baggage with her sister, and she’s bitter that she doesn’t get to have any sort of closure with her after Marguerite’s death.) Christian so happened to be at the Winter Palace and bonded with Cullen, which he was grateful for, seeing as Christian’s presence kept the worst of the oglers at bay. The two of them get along well and eventually Cullen and Ada settle close to where Christian and his family live for their life post-Inquisition.

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Questions about the LIs. How did Vincent react to finding out about the House of Repose contract on the Montilyets? How did the other cousins react to finding out Blackwell's true identity? How did the cousins comfort Rolfe when he was upset at Cassandra's candidacy for Divine? How did Ada react when she found out about Cullen's lyrium addiction?

Cousins Trevelyan ‘verse answers since they all appear together there:

Vincent was torn between agreeing with Josephine and solving this diplomatically and going to Rolfe and Leliana to have them kill off the entire House of Repose. He ultimately went around the long way, but placed several barrier charms on pieces of jewelry that Josephine already wore and stuck close to her office when he was in Skyhold.

Rolfe and Vincent were as stunned as everyone else was at the Big Reveal, but they were too busy seeing if Ravena needed them to pay any attention to Blackwall. Ada (sweet, compassionate, never lay a hand on another, Hippocratic Oath taker extraordinaire), on the other hand, walked right up to him and punched him in the face for lying to everyone and breaking her cousin’s heart.

Ravena was the one to walk Rolfe upstairs and help him into bed when she found him four sheets to the wind in the tavern. It was a double whammy since Rolfe’s biological father showed up at Skyhold to greet Vincent that same day. Vincent tried to help both bridge the gap between two men who hadn’t been aware of the other’s existence until now and a heartsick brother by talking to both his father and Cassandra. Ada and Ravena both showed up the next morning with some hangover painkillers and a huge mug of hot chocolate with an offer to listen if he wanted to talk since since Ravena had experience with heartache and Ada had experience with estranged family.

Ada was frightened because she had seen firsthand in clinics what lyrium addictions and withdrawal looked like, and she had held the hands of several Templars who had died from it. She was terrified that the same could happen to Cullen, but she respected his resolve and supported his decision to stop taking lyrium. She spoke at great length with Cassandra about how she was monitoring Cullen and began stocking up on teas to help with headaches as well as making a few sleeping potions to help him get some dreamless sleep. His office and loft also got several new hanging plants to help clean the air and aid in keeping headaches away. They also became excuses for her to come in and use watering them as a pretext for checking up and seeing if he was okay during the day.

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Rolfe doesn’t have a bedroom so much as a personal lounge. There’s a little corner of the Herald’s Rest on the third floor that he calls his own. It’s high above the din of the tavern below, but close enough that the familiar sounds create a pleasant background noise that Rolfe’s the most comfortable in. There’s a big booth and a few single chairs where his Super Secret Spy Squad meets up to talk mission briefings, even if for the most part the members haunt the first and second floors of the tavern on a regular basis and have their own places in Skyhold to rest their heads.

Due to his previous profession as a Chantry bodyguard/assassin, Rolfe’s not used to collecting a lot of personal items, so the floor he shares with Cole’s corner is sparsely decorated. It has a trunk to hold his gear and he’s pried up floorboards to make hidden compartments for extra weapons. He hides the floorboards with a large woven rug he found in good condition in another room when he was helping to clean Skyhold out for renovations. Candles are nestled in sconces bolted to the walls and in simple wrought iron chandeliers suspended from the wooden beams overhead. Instead of a bed, he has a second booth he’s outfitted with comfortable cushions where he can be found napping with his feet propped up on the scarred wooden table. He keeps several notebooks full of scribbled half-finished pieces of music close at hand and a nearby wall mounted shelf holds treats for the ravens who know to land on the parapets directly outside with messages for him. The shelf also holds all the shiny rocks or other treasures said ravens bring him on their travels.

There’s a lute propped up against a bookshelf (holding several hollowed out books to hide encoded missives) and a small drum is stored on the bottom shelf. Like Ravena, his cousin Ada makes sure that there are plants living nearby. Many of them are suitable to treat hangovers.

Rolfe also keeps a rather nice selection of wines in a rack near his main table, along with a keg of ale for his guests. There’s a few wooden trays leaning up against the wine rack to cart food from downstairs up for either just himself or whoever happens to drop in.

Cole gets an especially big planter from Ada in his corner full of annual type flowers. They don’t have any particular medical properties, but Cole likes them because they’re pretty. He’s told Rolfe on several occasions that Cassandra also likes the flowers and that he wouldn’t mind it if Rolfe picked a few to share.

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Ada’s room in Skyhold isn’t huge, but it’s all she needs. It’s situated close (within running distance, because emergencies happen whether you’re fully dressed or not) to the infirmary and is snug and warm. Shelves with medical journals line one wall, there’s potted plants as bookends, on tables, and ivy hangs from baskets hooked on the ceiling. Everything is tidy and put in its place and there are plenty of candles and lamps for late night reading.

The bed is a bit too big for the size of the room, so she pushed it in one corner in an attempt to take up less space. Ada is always cold, so she has piles of thick blankets folded on top of the neatly made sheets. There’s a basket with her knitting/crochet works in progress sitting by the trunk holding her clothes at the foot of the bed and another with any mending or delicate embroidery work she may be working on when she gets a free moment to herself.

She has a shelf with little trinkets from her travels with the Inquisitor scattered here and there: a chunk of stone from the Hinterlands, a piece of pottery Ravena picked out for her from the Western Approach, an interesting piece of driftwood Rolfe had snapped off a larger log from the Storm Coast he said had reminded him of her.

In all, it’s a nice little nest to retreat to. Ada’s been known to have friends over for tea when they want to unwind and she brings the medics she’s been mentoring up when they want to have quiet one-on-one meetings.

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In honor of National Siblings Day, a write-up on how my OCs interact with theirs!

Moira Cousland is extremely close with her brother Fergus. The two of them are three years apart, but they grew up close. Fergus would often play with his little sister and he was the one she ran to when thunderstorms woke her up at night and scared her. After the Blight, Moira tried her best to be there as emotional support while Fergus mourned the loss of his wife and son, but worried when he wouldn’t open up to her. She eventually leaves her mabari Quinn with him as a therapy animal while she heads to Amaranthine.

Aiden Cousland is only a year younger than Fergus, so they were close as well. Both of them dealt with their grief differently after the Blight, and Aiden never really knew how to speak to his brother. Then word came about Morrigan being spotted, so Aiden abandoned everything in order to be with his love and their child, never telling Fergus that he was an uncle.

Elsa Hawke adored her baby sister and brother from the moment she saw them. She tries to be a good influence to them as they grow older and does everything in her power to protect them, especially Bethany. Elsa tries her best to relate to Carver and not be seen as another adult telling him what to do, but it feels that everything she says to him comes out wrong. She’s devastated by his death during the Blight, which makes her all the more protective of Bethany. One of the biggest failures for her is the fact that Bethany died in the Deep Roads and Elsa was unable to stop it.

Vivian Hawke loves her siblings, but she doesn’t know how to express it. She’s never been good with words, and she lacks the gentleness that her sister and their mother have. What she does have are her fists, and she’ll fiercely protect her siblings to her last breath. It kills her that she never got the chance to make things right with Carver: they were too much alike and often stubbornly butted heads. She turns into a ghost of herself after returning from the Deep Roads, silently taking all of her mother’s accusations that it’s her fault Bethany is dead because she agrees with her. Vivian winds up staying with Fenris for a time because guilt won’t let her look her mother in the eye.

Gavin Hawke is a mess. He tries his best, but his best is always never good enough. He gambled away the money he had earned and meant to send back to Lothering and only returned to his family when he heard about the Blight. Losing Bethany was horrible and having Carver question how long he was going to stick around this time was even worse (namely because HE didn’t know how long it would be until he picked up and left them again.) When he took Carver with him to the Deep Roads, he had every intention of doing so to get them to bond. THEY would be the ones to find treasure and TOGETHER, lift their family out of poverty. Gavin had a horrible sense of relief at Carver’s death: there was one less person for Gavin to disappoint. He felt extremely guilty about that feeling, and hid it behind bottles of rotgut gin and visits to the Rose.

Ada Trevelyan is adored by her big brother Christian, and she adores him in return. There’s a seven year age gap between them and he’s protective of her since she’s the only sister he has outside of the Ostwick Circle. He’s also proud of her accomplishments as a surgeon and field medic, even as he worries for her when she’s deployed with the Empress’ army.

Her relationship with her older sister Marguerite is a bit different. Margie is four years older than Ada and has always resented the fact that she’s no longer the baby of the family. The resentment grew even worse when her magic manifested late: she was sixteen and getting ready for balls and a chance to be courted when she had all that taken away. She grew jealous of Ada’s freedom and did everything she could to belittle her sister into believing that she was inferior. She continuously told Ada how plain and how talentless and how she’ll never be as good as her. Ada grew to believe her words, but she never told her parents or her brother how Margie treated her, not wanting to strain their relationship with her sister and leave her alone in the Circle. One of the main regrets Ada has is never standing up for herself and since Margie died at the Conclave, she never got that chance.

Rolfe Trevelyan would rather tell his siblings to go take a flying leap off a tall building than spend any time around them. There’s a 15 year gap between his brother and him and a 10 year gap between his sister. As a known result of an affair, Rolfe was never wanted and his brother all but ignored his existence. His sister saw him as a nuisance, which was why Rolfe decided to seduce one of her closest friends. The fact that he got caught and caused a scandal with not only one of his sister’s friends, but two of his mother’s contemporaries, was the reason he got thrown into the Chantry in the first place.

Ravena Trevelyan loves all of her brothers dearly and they love her in return.

• Rene is her eldest brother who is the most protective of her. He got a scar on his chin when he fought a bully who cruelly teased Ravena as a child about her lisp and faint stutter. Rene’s chin was still bleeding when he took the time to reassure her that speech difficulties or no, he loved her just the same.

• Robert is her next brother who always makes her laugh when she’s feeling down. When she was at the Chantry in Tantervale, he came up to visit her the most.

• Raoul is her twin brother and the two of them were so close that they often finished the other’s sentences and could hold a conversation by looks alone. Then when Raoul married and Ravena was sent to serve the Chantry as the youngest unwed child, their relationship grew strained. Raoul always thought that Ravena resented him for marrying (she didn’t) and Ravena didn’t want to push him away even more after the deaths of his wife and infant son. They eventually cleared the air between them and worked on getting that closeness they once had back.

Marian Trevelyan thinks her little brother Alex is a pest, but he’s HER pest and nobody gets to pick on him. As they grow up, they mellow out and the two of them care for the other a great deal. She’s tremendously proud of him as he goes out to make a name for himself and follows his dreams of owning his own tavern in Kirkwall, even if he picked Kirkwall because he fell for a girl who lived there.

Alexander Trevelyan adores his big sister, and he’s grateful to Tristan for cracking the tough shell she grew around herself after the death of her partner and would-be fiancé. He tries his best to make her laugh and he worries about her when she pushes people away, even as she smiles and says she’s fine.

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Okay so the previous question wasn't halloween. But here's one So all your oc's and their costumes go

Thank you for the ask! Gosh, all my OCs? That’s a huge menagerie, do you mind if I stick with the bulk of them, which are DA-related?

For the Wardens, Moira would most likely go with a Morticia Addams or Lily Munster type costume. Aiden would try for some dramatic and technically complicated costume, like a headless horseman with a fully articulated animatronic pumpkin head he carts around. Iona would take a folktale about some obscure cryptid and run with it, scaring everyone she came across just for fun.

My Gaggle of Hawkes would attempt a group costume, but it would quickly fall to the wayside in favor of their own thing. Elsa goes for something cute that can go from a fancy party in Hightown to the Hanged Man later in the evening. Vivian either raids Isabela’s clothing and goes as a pirate or winds up cosplaying Aveline the Guard Captain in Swords and Shields. Either choice is quickly followed up with “but make it sexy.” Gavin joins his twin on the Hot Costume front by going as a werewolf, but a werewolf who looks like he stepped out of a romance novel cover.

Ravena is spending the night at home handing out candy, so she opts for wearing all black and putting on a cat ear headband. She does do the makeup cat nose and whiskers, though. Ada goes for something similar with a cute drop waist dress and a pointy black hat. Think 1920s style. Vincent normally takes his girls out trick or treating, so he tries to match whatever their costumes are so he’s easily recognizable as their dad when they flock back to him after getting their treats. Rolfe, my extravagant, attention seeking son, waffles between doing something elaborately scary and something elaborately fun. He winds up going with the Goblin King, complete with criminally tight pants.

The Next Gen kiddos are all pretty close in age, so I think they would group up and head out to parties together. Marian and Tristan would wind up with some sort of couple’s outfit purely by coincidence because neither of them bothered to call the other to see what they were dressing up as to avoid it (and Alex would laugh the entire night), Alex would pull a Karate Kid and show up with a shower rig, complete with some mechanism to blow bubbles from the curtain. Gabe likes Halloween but is so busy that he forgot he was going to a party, so he goes the quick route of pulling out a suit from his closet and adding fangs to be a classy vampire. Alex is ashamed of his cousin’s lack of creativity and adds a bunch of Capri Sun pouches he modified to look like blood bags a) just because and b) so the group has a snack throughout the night. Grace would most likely do something where she could bring her dog Pepper, who is a giant Great Dane type of dog, with her. Since she’s also super busy and a procrastinator when it comes to social events, she’s another who would probably dig through her closet for a “me, but spooky” type costume. Cormac is in street clothes because “this is my costume.” The Sprouts have, since forever, come up with a group theme on their own, but with enough personality embellishments to make it easy to tell them apart (Bryony is the one who sticks to the actual theme almost to the letter, Dahlia has a softer aesthetic approach, Primrose is the Goth in the group, and Laurel and Lily do identical costumes so no one knows which twin is which.)