#aurelie trevelyan

[auricfog]

🎀 elissavet | 🃏 adelaide 🪻rosaline | 🪨 tesni 🍎 mila | 💫 athelyna 🦊 midori | 🎨 aurelie

tagged by @d-esmond, @shadowglens, and @imogenkol to make some ocs in this picrew :3 no tags bc its made the rounds but if you see this and haven't done it/want to, i'm tagging YOU!

[clavicuss-vile]

okay this is mostly just a reference for myself now because i KEEP FORGETTING TO WRITE ANYTHING DOWN.

For the mage bois:

Ara'kian Surana = Tattoo (one with the triangle on cheek), silver same-design as Staff of Violation

Solace Hawke = The red kaddis smudge, Staff of Parlathan

Atlas Mahariel Alerion Sabrae Seraphys Lavellan = Teal sylaise vallaslin (DAI one), Freedom's Promise staff

Aurelie Trevelyan = No facepaint/tattoos, Staff of the Void

[eeveevie]

"Oh my God. You're in love with her."

*This proved to be popular!* 

from this list

Cullen x Aurelie Trevelyan 

790 words (under a cut) | Ao3

They had been in the war room for hours now, discussing theimpending trip to Halamshiral. Josephine had secured their invitations, but itwouldn’t be easy sneaking Inquisition soldiers into the Winter Palace. Theadvisors—the Inquisitor—they needed to make sure whatever plan they followedwas seamless. There was no room for error, not when of all of Orlais wasthreatened. While the discussion had been a long one, it had been productive.

As the talks turned to Leliana’s plans for her spies, Cullenglanced up across the table to find Aurelie was already looking at him. She hada small knowing smile that distracted him momentarily. Ever since he had kissedher that day on the battlements they had grown closer, developing their romanticrelationship slowly over the last few months. They had managed to keep itrelatively quiet, not needing their private affairs aired out to all ofSkyhold. If only anyone knew just how strongly he felt for the woman. Theycontinued to exchange silent expressions as Leliana talked, Cullen’s neckrunning hot when Aurelie winked.  

“If you two would like to continue speaking regarding mattersof subterfuge.” Josephine turned her attention to Aurelie, bringing them bothback to the moment. “May I steal our Inquisitor for more…delicate matters?”

“What is it?” she asked. There was a slight apprehension toher expression.  

The ambassador only grinned, but there was a definite hintof deviousness hidden there. “Why your costume for the ball, of course.”

Aurelie’s eyes had widened in shock, and she shook her handsin refusal. “I don’t need—”

“On the contrary, Inquisitor,” Josephine interrupted. “We’llneed you to be the center of attention.”

Aurelie’s eyes darted to Cullen again, brows furrowing as ifshe was desperate for him to say something, take her side. He only offered asmall smile, a little amused by the situation. He knew this was bound to happenwith the way his female colleagues had been giggling over their own dressplans. When he stayed silent, she mocked a pout.

“Come,” Josephine beckoned Aurelie to follow after her. “Weshould start looking at fabric swatches. Velvet? No that’s too heavy...”

The Inquisitor flashed a worried look his way before she wasushered through the war room doors. He watched, eyes lingering on where she hadbeen long after she left the room. Leliana cleared her throat. Cullenapprehensively looked at her, rolling his eyes at how amused she appeared.

“Don’t start,” he muttered. It was futile.

“It’s rather adorable,” she commented. “It’s about time thetwo of you—”

“What?” Cullen cut her off. He was used to her teasing abouttheir flirtations, or lingering looks, but he was certain that nobody in theinner circle knew their relationship had progressed. “How could you possibly—”

“I’d be a poor spymaster if I didn’t know what was happeningin everyone’s lives,” she explained. Cullen only groaned, turning away from heramused expression. He eyed the markers on the map that indicated their plans inOrlais.

“Will there be dancing at the Winter Palace?” he asked.

Leliana looked at him with absurdity. “But of course. It is a ball after all.”

Cullen pondered the next request for a long time, especiallyconsidering who he was talking to. But there was an amount of trust he had inthe spymaster, and had to wonder…

“Would you be willing…” he cleared his throat. “To teach me?I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of—”

He stopped when he noticed Leliana was covering her mouthwith one hand, stifling her giggle. He huffed, frowning at her reaction. “Thisisn’t a joke!” he crossed his arms.

Leliana sighed, regrouping herself and shook her head athim. “It’s just that…I’ve seen this before.”  

“What—” Cullen cut himself off, more flustered than before.He regretted ever asking her for any type of advice. He thought about what shecould mean, thinking for a split second of her relationship to the King andQueen of Ferelden. He felt his face heat, and he rubbed at the back of hisneck.

“Maker,” Lelianalaughed again. “You’re in love with her!”

“I—” he stopped. She raised her brows at him and tilted herhead. She had cornered him, as if it was planned all along. The longer hissilence dragged on, the more conceited she seemed. It wasn’t a confession, butit wasn’t a denial either.

The word floated through his mind, echoing as he thoughtabout Aurelie. His chest tightened, but very quickly, he relaxed. It wasn’t afeeling he was used to, but it wasn’t unpleasant either. Love—he smiled to himself. He could definitely get used to love.

[thettempest]

OC INFO MEME  |  adeline trevelyan

tagged by @maelacri​ (tysm i love talking about my girl!!) tagging: everyone!

B A S I C S:

full name: adeline emilia trevelyan-rutherford

gender: cis female

sexuality: biromantic demisexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R:

family: ser william trevelyan (father); bann emilia trevelyan (mother); natalie trevelyan (sister); arthur wingrave trevelyan (brother-in-law); thomas trevelyan (brother); caterina trevelyan (sister-in-law, deceased); julien trevelyan (brother); aurelie trevelyan (niece); james trevelyan (nephew); brandon trevelyan (uncle); various & sundry cousins

birthplace: rosegard, ostwick, free marches

job(s): enchanter of the ostwick circle (former); inquisitor

phobias: being made tranquil, loved ones leaving her alone, failing those she cares about, spiders

guilty pleasures: orlesian pastries, getting cullen to kiss her in public, pretty dresses, hair accessories (especially jeweled hair pins), flowers, pretty things, hot cocoa

hobbies: reading, riding, painting, embroidery, practicing her magic, gardening

M O R A L S:

morality alignment: neutral good

sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T:

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious (but looks calm) / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

otp: cullen/adeline

acceptable ships: adeline/love & support; adeline/sebastian vael

ot3: i’ll be honest i have no idea

brotp: DORIAN, cassandra, josephine, cole, solas

notp: any of the various noblemen her brothers approve of

[lorspolairepeluche]

hallalyn for the thing

ok this is the most theoretical of marriages. if i remember right, in the universe where halla and evelyn do get married, they do it pretty secretly. bUT IN AN IMAGINARY LAND WHERE OUR GIRLS GET THE BIG BEAUTIFUL WEDDING THEY DESERVE:

-who proposed

Halla popped the question, almost certainly. Probably almost spontaneously too. Maybe in bed one night as they lay awake together. Evie probably laughed, kissed her, and said, “Ask me properly sometime.” So, a few weeks later, Halla asked for her hand after a private candlelight dinner.

-who fussed over flower arrangements and decorations

DEFINITELY Evie. 

-tux/dress? who wore what

Evie wore a gorgeous gown, of course, one that incorporated both the red and gold of House d’Amboise and the silver and bronze of House Trevelyan. Halla wore an elegant suit of clothes in her house’s silver and bronze, with green accents as a nod to her own personal crest.

-their wedding colors

Red, gold, silver, bronze, and green.

-who they chose for best man/maid of honor

If they got their dream wedding, with all their friends and family, Halla would insist on having the other three Inquisitors as her witnesses. Evie, of course, would have her old friend Aurelie de Montfort (née de Serault) as her matron of honor.

-who kissed who at “you may kiss”

Halla was the quickest to throw decorum out the window and kiss her wife, of course.

-who led the first dance

Halla, certainly, as at the Winter Palace.

-what song they chose for their first dance

honestly tbh? probably something orlesian and waltzy. probably the orlais/val royeaux theme from da:i, but slower and gentler. more appropriate for a first dance of newlyweds.

-who they chose for mother-son/father-daughter dances

Halla definitely chose her oldest brother Yewan, now lord of the Trevelyan family and always one of her dearest friends. Evie, surprisingly, chose her half-brother Arthur, former First Enchanter of the Ostwick Circle of Magi and friend of Halla’s.

-who carried who across the threshold

Halla, albeit only across the threshold. Halla is not quite strong enough to carry her wife any further. Evie is okay with this; she doesn’t want that gown messed up by her wife dropping her on the bed.

[greyallison]

Aurelie Trevelyan and Commander Cullen stealing a private moment. Commissioned by the lovely eeveevie and based on this scene! :)

[eeveevie]

Cold

“Here take my sweater.”

(adapted) from this list 

Cullen x Aurelie Trevelyan

411 words | Ao3

“We can send the soldiers who volunteered to the Mire with Scout Harding,” Cullen was explaining, pointing to the map of Ferelden on the table before them. “The region is uncharted, so finding the missing will be difficult without your assistance.”

Aurelie tried to listen carefully to what Cullen was explaining to her…except it was so damn cold. She was used to this type of debriefing in the warmth of the Chantry, but it was currently being used by Josephine as she dealt with visiting dignitaries. Better the Herald stand outside in the cold than to offend some noble with deep pockets. She closed her eyes for a moment, envisioning warmer things; sunshine, hot tea…a bath.  

“Herald?” Cullen called her out of her daydream. She fluttered her eyes open and found him just staring at her, one brow perked up. How long had she drifted away for?  

“Forgive me,” she spoke. “Could you repeat that?”

Cullen’s expression turned even more curious. “Sure.”

“I’m just having a hard time concentrating in this cold,” Aurelie further explained, before he could continue. As if for emphasis, she rubbed her hands across her arms.

“They ought to give you a better coat,” he suggested. His eyes darted across her body for a moment, making her inherently nervous. They had been exchanging lingering looks a lot lately—but that was beside the point. She was in her ranger leathers—suitable for scouting the Hinterlands, but not for keeping warm in the snow-covered village of Haven.  

“I already tasked Harritt with fashioning me a new one,” Aurelie said. “Bear fur—will keep me nice and—”

A sudden breeze whisked by, blowing up snow and freezing air across her body. She sharply shrieked, a whole new level of embarrassment settling over her as she noted Cullen’s small amused smile. Maker.

“Here,” he called.

She watched him carefully as he rounded the table. Without prompting, and seemingly without thought he removed his fur coat, offering it to her. When she didn’t move right away to take it, he draped it across her shoulders. Now she was warm for an entirely different reason. She moved to wrap the fabric tightly around her, trying to use the fur collar to hide her blush.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

Cullen only nodded, pleased with himself. “Of course.” He waved a hand over the map. “Shall we continue?”

Aurelie nodded, and moved to stand next to him, smiling when he didn’t move away.

[eeveevie]

Hai could I ask #9 on your print list? Thanks

from the prince list

“Purple electricity whenever our bodies touch” (Temptation) 

Cullen x Aurelie Trevelyan

502 words | Ao3

There was determination in the way Cullen walked as he madehis way to the war room that evening, his mind focused on only one thing.

Aurelie.

She had returned from the Emerald Graves nearly an hourprior, and yet, had not come to see him. He knew their reunions were hardly themost important task for her, but he had not seen her in weeks, and the timeapart had worn him emotionally and physically.It was almost embarrassing, the way he felt—like a man starved. But that’s justhow much he was infatuated with her, how madly in love he was. So much that sometimes, it hurt.

Cullen walked briskly past Josephine in her office, wavingher off as she stood. “Do not disturb us.”

He didn’t linger to catch her shocked expression. Hecontinued to his goal, breathing a sigh of relief when he found Aureliestanding within the war room by herself. She turned as he closed the doorbehind him, snapping the metal lock into place.

“Cullen—” her surprise only increased as he cut her off witha searing kiss, wrapping his arms around her body to hold it close to his. Her shockmelted into delight as she smiled against his mouth, hands raising to frame hisface. Her touch only sparked something carnal from deep within. He nudged herbackwards until her hips were against the thick wood of the war table.

“Cullen, what’s—” she swallowed her gasp as he kissed heragain, silencing her for now.

He moved his hands, sliding them down her sides towards herlegs. With little effort he picked her up, swallowing her sharp yelp as he sather on the edge of the table. Her head turned at the noise of several wartokens falling to the floor, but he turned her face back to his, fingers lingeringto thread through her hair. Cullen didn’t dare to stop until his lungs wereburning, desperate for air. Aurelie tapped at his shoulder, and he finallypulled away—but not too far. She looked at him, clearly dazed.

“What’s this all about?” she asked, panting as she inhaled. “Notthat I particularly mind…”

Cullen shook his head, just as breathless. “I’ve beenthinking about you all day.”

Aurelie’s eyes shined over, her lips curling into a devious smirk.“All day?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly. “As soon as we received word youwere returning.” He didn’t hesitate to press his hips against hers, ensuringshe felt his arousal. “Not the purest of thoughts, I’ll admit.”

“There’s…nothing wrong with that,” she assured. Her armsslinked around his shoulders, and one leg hooked around his to keep him inplace. “A little lust never hurt anybody.”

Cullen nearly groaned at the passion laced in her tone. “Iwant you,” he whispered against her lips. He was barely holding back now. “Inthe worst way.”

Aurelie pulled away from him, only to lay back across thetable. She grinned.

“Then take me.”

[eeveevie]

A whisper in your ear for Cullen

from this list

The way you said “I love you”; as a whisper in your ear. 

Cullen x Aurelie Trevelyan 

480 words | Ao3

Cullen studied the horizon, unmoving from his spot on thebattlements. The sky was alight with red and green, the air thick with magic.In the distance, where the Temple of Sacred Ashes once stood, he knew a finalbattle between Corypheus and the Inquisitor was taking place.

The Inquisitor. Aurelie. HisAurelie.

It was a selfish thought, but he almost didn’t want to lether go, even if it meant the end of the world. But she had a duty—to theInquisition, to all of Thedas. That was more important than the love theyshared. Aurelie left Skyhold, her companions in tow, rushing towards the valleywhere Haven once stood. It was only after they left that Cullen’s panic set in.This was the end and…

Why hadn’t he gonewith her?

He shook the thought from his mind, pinching the bridge ofhis nose as the anxiety caused a headache to flare up. He gripped the stone infront of him, unable to do anything but watch the sky. Cullen wasn’t even surehow much time had passed, but as the full moon above him moved amongst thestars, his anxiety turned into outright fear.

He closed his eyes, and repeated a whispered prayer. “…nothingthat He has wrought shall be lost.”

“Cullen.”

Leliana’s voice startled him enough that he had to bracehimself against the rampart wall. He took in a shaky breath as he turned tolook at her, perplexed by the sight of her small smile. He was about to scoldher for such a mood when she nodded once and he knew.

“My scouts tell me the battle has been won. They shallreturn within the evening,” she explained.

“They?”

“Everyone,”Leliana clarified.

Relief didn’t come until he actually saw Aurelie walkthrough the Skyhold courtyard, her armor covered in blood, face and hairstreaked with dirt and grime. Yet, it was the most beautiful thing he had everseen. She was alive, and home. He stood, nearly rocking on hisfeet as he waited for her to climb the steps towards the great hall,disregarding the way Leliana and Josephine were eyeing him with tiny, knowinggrins.

And then, Aurelie was there, within arm’s reach. Cullen onlyhesitated for a split second before moving towards her, wrapping his armstightly around her shoulders and waist. She hugged him in return, releasing adeep sigh as her body practically melted against his.

He pulled her tighter to him, burrowing his face into thecrook of her neck. She clung to him, whatever words she was speaking muffled bythe fur lining his armor. He had a sense of what she was saying, though andlifted his head so his lips hovered near her ear. Cullen whispered the onlywords that he hoped to repeat for the rest of his life.

“I love you.”

[eeveevie]

Are your OCs inspired by anything in particular? And how do you choose their names?

Evelyn is my earliest OC from Dragon Age Origins, which came out in 2009 so back then I wasn’t really being very original and just used the “Old English” spelling variation of my full name. Nothing special there. She does have a face-claim in Krysten Ritter, however. I think I was just kind of playing the game when I created her, and all her backstory and character came much later. But Evelyn is my baby OC and will always be near and dear to my heart. 

Aurelie was another OC that wasn’t really inspired by anything in particular. I pulled her name from a very, very old fanfic that I wrote in the forbidden times of band-fic that I will not be going into detail here (lol). So I guess her name is inspired by the song “Billy Jean” lol. She’s supposed to be a foil to Evelyn. 

Madelyn Hardy is my “Mad Woman”. I was inspired to create this gung-ho lawyer trapped in the future, betrayed by her past but determined to get on with her life. And honestly I named her Madelyn only because I wanted to nickname her “Mad Woman”. :D 

Fiona is named Fiona basically after Fiona and Cake from Adventure Time. Yep. I’m that basic. That’s also why she’s blonde with blue eyes. (I mean I did play this game when it originally came out in 2011, just never wrote for it until recently). Fiona is the first OC that has the most similar traits to me personally, without going into too much detail. I think that’s why I’m super enthusiastic about her and perhaps the most protective. I love her so. :D

Names usually come to me months in advance. Like...I already have a name picked out for my future Elder Scrolls game hero. Lol 

[eeveevie]

Cullen/inquisitor marriage proposal

from this list

I’ve written a few different proposals for these two, so I tried something a little different here. The letter referenced here by Eirlys is this.

Cullen x Aurelie Trevelyan 

792 words (under a cut) | Ao3

Lady InquisitorHerald of AndrasteAurelie Rutherford? Dearest Sister;

I suppose it is arelief to not have to carry around those numerous titles anymore. Word of theExalted Council reached the Free Marches long before your letter did. I have toadmit, I was fearful of your survival until I saw your signature with my owneyes. Considering the last letter I had received from you was about your marriage,you can understand the whirlwind of emotions I was going through. I may haveset a few barrels of hay on fire.

I am glad you aresafe.

I am also still indisbelief that you are a married woman. I’m sure Cullen has already shared theletter I sent him containing my congratulations and support. I understand thatit was an impromptu decision while in Orlais, but I am hoping that you���dconsider throwing a larger party. Not that I need an excuse to come see you,but considering I missed out on meeting all of your fabulous companions whilstthe Inquisition was active, I’d love a chance to see you surrounded by so manythat love you.

Consider this meinviting myself to whatever you decide to do.

Love, Eirlys

Aurelie smiled as she read over the letter again, thankfulher sister’s words had reached her. It had been addressed to Skyhold, but mostof the Inquisition had moved on over the last few months. It must have beenforwarded by whoever was watching over Leliana’s—Divine Victoria’s—ravens, ensuring that any correspondence was sentto the scattered former members. For Aurelie and Cullen, they were still inSouth Reach, visiting with his family who had taken them in with open arms. Miahad been adamant that they could stay as long as they needed, until the twocould find their own place to call home.

Her sister’s words resonated with her. She too, couldn’tbelieve that she and Cullen were married.It really was a spur of the moment thing, Cullen proposing in the middle of theWinter Palace. Aurelie really wouldn’t have had it any other way—a privateceremony that they would treasure forever. That being said, the events atHalamshiral tainted the happy memory.

As if on cue, her left arm radiated with pain, causing herto flex an invisible muscle. Aurelie glanced down to where her hand—the anchor—usedto be. She could still feel it, and yet, notfeel it at the same time. Dorian had explained it to her as a phantom pain that could linger for yearsto come. Unsettling, but a price she was willing to pay for her survival. Shewas alive, and content.

She shifted her attention to where Cullen was standing infront of Mia’s home, tossing a stick away from him so that their mabari, Scout,could fetch it. This is what her life would be like now, and she was gratefulfor it. As much as she missed the thrill of adventure, she would give up herdaggers forever if it meant living a quiet life with her husband until the end of their lives.

“Cullen,” she called out as she thought about the letteragain. Eirlys was right—they hadmissed out on an extravagant party to celebrate their union. Maybe it wasn’ttoo late. Then they could have theirquiet little life in a Ferelden cottage. She was already grinning just thinkingabout it.

“I know that look,” Cullen responded as he approached. Scouttrotted after him, stick in mouth. “What are you thinking about?”

Aurelie tilted her head up to look at his face from hersitting position. “Will you marry me?”

“What?” he responded, clearly surprised by her question. Heraised an eyebrow. “Aurelie, we already…”

“I know,” she laughed at his confusion. She reached out withher right hand to grab his left, her thumb brushing over the silver band he woresignifying just that. “I was thinking we could do it again.”

Cullen titled his head. “I’m afraid I’m not following yourtrain of thought here, dear.”

Aurelie softly chuckled, shaking her head in her own disbelief.She knew it sounded strange. “Let’s have a second wedding. With all our familyand friends.”

“Somewhere we both like?” Cullen asked, his lips twitchingup into a smile. Not a real answer, but Aurelie’s heart fluttered in excitement.She nodded.

“No stuffy Orlesians,” she agreed. “I can wear a dress thatwasn’t borrowed last minute.”

“That sounds…” Cullen let out a breathy laugh. “That soundswonderful.”

Aurelie was beaming, but still glanced up at himexpectantly. “You haven’t answered me, Cullen,” she reminded him. “Will youmarry me? Again?”

He didn’t hesitate, squeezing her hand tightly in his own. “Yes.”

[eeveevie]

Top of head kiss for Cullen

Cullen x Aurelie Trevelyan 

869 words | Ao3

Prompt List

(Under a cut for length )

“Inquisitor?”

Dagna shook her head as she gestured to the clear fact that that, no, the Inquisitor was not in the Undercroft. Cullen sighed as he silently excused himself, furrowing his brow as he wondered just where the Lady Aurelie could be. She had disappeared after the advisor’s evening meeting in the war room, and he hadn’t seen her in the great hall when they served supper.

He wasn’t looking for her for any particular reason...just that he thought it was strange he hadn’t seen her in quite some time. Aurelie had seemed to be spending a great deal of her spare time with him, or at least in his general vicinity. Sometimes their conversations focused on the status of the Inquisition, but more often than not it trailed off into discussions of their likes and dislikes, where they grew up, and if Cullen didn’t know any better, flirting. 

It was starting to affect Cullen in a way—he was reduced to a fumbling mess around her at times. The whole thought that she—the Inquisitor—wanted more than friendship was just too much to bare. It was frightening, but exciting all the same. A small part of him wondered if it was all too soon, especially with the fall of Haven not that far behind them.

Eventually, he found himself inside the Herald’s Rest. Most of the tavern had cleared out for the evening, soldiers and workers already in their quarters needing sleep for another long day to follow. However, he found just who he was looking for, sitting at the bar. Her back was to him, but she seemed to sense his arrival and instantly perked up.  

“Commander!”

Maker, she was already over-served. He eyed Cabot as he hesitantly approached, the dwarf only chuckling as he placed another tankard on the bar against Cullen’s silent refusal.

“You can’t say no to her,” the bartender clarified.

“He’s right!” Aurelie nodded, pointing to the mug as Cabot filled it with a dark brown ale. “Cullen—sit, share a drink with your…Inquizzz—”

Her hiccup ended the sentence prematurely. Against his better judgment, he sat down, his body going stiff as her shoulder bumped against his arm, the almost full weight of her body leaning against him. Her sideways smile was just endearing enough to make him softly laugh.

“Just one couldn’t hurt.”

Cabot served him and left the two of them alone, disappearing into the back room. Aurelie watched Cullen intently until he took a careful sip. He hadn’t had a good drink in a long time—perhaps this was overdue. She leaned off of him after that, but stayed close as they drank. He didn’t mind.

“Were you looking for me?” she asked, her tone suggestive.

Cullen cleared his throat. Nothing got past her. “You weren’t at the evening meal.”

“They have food here too!” She gestured next to her, and Cullen wondered if she meant to point out an empty plate that had already been cleaned up. “I wanted to eat with the common folk. Make sure they know they can touch me.”

Her face scrunched up after she spoke. “Oh Maker, no, that sounds dirty.”

Cullen snickered at that, and her quick glance at him only had him struggling to hide his amusement further.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Aurelie leaned against him again, both of her hands gripping onto his arm. “Cullen!”

“Is that some kind of order?” he joked, unable to refrain from doing just that.

She raised an eyebrow, lips sliding into a suggestive smirk. “It can be.” 

Cullen gulped, knowing an unspecified line had been crossed. He stared into her eyes, admiring the way they shined under the tavern’s low light. He remembered where they were, and why there was an extra sheen to her gaze.

“You’ve had too much to drink, Aurelie,” he commented in a low voice. He wasn’t about to let her do something she wouldn’t remember—or worse—regret in the morning. He wouldn’t take advantage of that either.

“Mmm…” she trailed and finally pulled away. “Perhaps you’re right.”

She slowly stood up from the stool, her hands gripping the edge of the bar to keep her steady. “

“Are you sure you can make it to your quarters without assistance?” he asked, hesitantly offering his hand to her.

Aurelie wavered a bit, smirking as she waved him off. “Oh, you don’t get to see my bedroom that easily, Commander.”

The back of Cullen’s neck burned, despite the fact he had been in Aurelie’s private quarters on business matters before. Not that she was ever present to know this, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. For now. Before he could say another word she gripped his hand and leaned down, causing Cullen to flinch in alarm as she placed a kiss to the top of his forehead, right along his hairline.

She moved away a moment later, an amused giggle echoing around him as she vanished from the tavern. For a long moment Cullen sat there in stunned silence until he heard a familiar snickering from above him. Glancing up he saw the top of Sera’s head, her laughter only increasing with his glare.

“Not a word, elf.”

[eeveevie]

author interview

thank you @elfrooted​ for tagging me :) 

Name: technically, as my blog states, [redacted]; writing name here is eeveevie, Ao3 is speedgriffon

Fandoms: I am not bound by any fandom Dragon Age, Elder Scrolls, Fallout, Mass Effect, Star Wars...random TV shows and pop culture in general? But I don’t write for everything. 

Where You Post: As far as writing goes, I post everything here and cross post it to Ao3. I have other social media but its not fandom orientated. 

Most Popular One-Shot: Payback, With Interest (NSFW Cullen x Aurelie Trevelyan ; oh how I miss the days of 2015 tumblr looking at those notes ;_____;

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: You mean my only multi-chapter fic story? (Cries in rare-pair). The Way You Make Me Feel (Modern AU Alistair x Evelyn Cousland) ; something I was going to re-master and then kind of...didn’t. 

Favorite Story You Wrote: Hands down I still love what I did with TWYMMF as much as I could’ve improved it, as it was the first chapter fic I ever completed. There are a LOT of things I would do differently now (plot wise and trope wise) but hey I also have developed as a writer so *shrug*. I’m also fond of all my rare-pair fics that never see the light of day. 

Story You Were Nervous to Post: The first chapter of Shadow and Light - entering RarePair land is always treacherous; also I was coming out of a long writing hiatus. I think posting anything for a pairing I’ve never written for is a little nerve-wracking for me. I want my readers to be interested and my characters to sound different from one another. 

How You Choose Your Titles: Titles hard. 

Complete: lol wut? Since I post a lot of one-shots, I consider a lot of my fics “complete”. But I group them in series--so they are ongoing. 

Incomplete: Unfortunately, I have a few fics that have been left unfinished. I don’t know if I’ll ever get around to them again. 

Do You Outline? Yes. I have WIP maps and string ideas together by piecing together dialogue, random phrases, sentences and setting. I have notes on my phone, sticky notes and work laptop and have to compile them together into a finished product. 

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: Prompts I usually write in one sitting, though I will typically jot down a few lines of ideas here and there when I get them so I don’t forget about it as I work on other stories/things. Bigger projects will probably getting back to my WIPs from 2019 I didn’t get around to like The Lover, The Thief which I really want to post before the end of January. 

Do You Accept Prompts? Oh hell yeah. Contrary to what it seems, just because I’m super into writing one or two pairings, I can be prompted for anything I’ve written for in the past. Because challenges are fun. 12 prompts in a row for one character can be draining, no matter how much I love them. 

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: After I write “The Lover, The Thief”, I will be excited to write the yet to be titled Proposal series (a series of unfortunate proposals) that showcase Brynjolf’s disastrous attempts at getting Fiona to marry him. Don’t worry, it ends well. Oh, and maybe a mystery noir for Mads. 

tagging @lechatrouge673 @lucyrne @rhetoricalrogue @ivisite @out-of-the-embers @tamlinn @ladynorbert  also @ladymdc and @glaiveulric (gurl come back here !!!!) 

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That gif you posted with awkwardly clapping men and that one guy raising a wine glass. If your OCs/ships were in that gif, who would be who and why!?

OKAY I LOVE THIS QUESTION

I’m going with my OCs.

far left to right:  

Evelyn Cousland: A subtle expression, firm clap. No exaggerations. Well dressed. 

Fiona Bloom-Holt: Unimpressed, almost judging expression. She does not want to be here. Her claps could be any less enthused. That stare could kill. 

Aurelie Trevelyan: How does one clap with an anchor? Ridiculously, that’s how. And with a saucy expression. 

Madelyn Hardy: A little nod, a little smile, a little charm. Of course. 

And sitting? Who else but Hawke, sipping a fine whiskey as the others slow clap him for no good reason. 

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describe your oc with 1 gif

I was tagged by @rhetoricalrogue​ :) I think a lot of my mutuals have done this already, but if you haven’t, consider this an open invitation. 

Evelyn Cousland

Aurelie Trevelyan 

Garrett Hawke

Madelyn Hardy

Fiona Bloom-Holt

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13, 14, 59 for aurelie

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

Aurelie grew up always feeling guilty simply because her parents made her feel like she was always at fault for every little thing. She was the black sheep, the youngest sibling and even as she grew older and unlearned those traumatic mental memories, guilt can cripple her. So if it creeps up on her, she has to be very careful and measured with how she reacts. This may be why she is sometimes slow with apologies, or appear cold to some.   

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

Stab them in the back? No? Okay then. Rogue is gonna rogue. Aurelie’s default is to cut people out who betray her. She has a very difficult time with forgiveness, and remembers every slight ever done to her. Maybe this is why she and Leliana get along so well. 

59. What are their views on death?

Indifferent. Aurelie isn’t afraid of death, and knows it is a part of life. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to live it, or wants to die young. During her time with the Inquisition, she is constantly having to make her peace with the inevitable, wondering before each major battle if her time will come sooner rather than later. It is a sobering thought, but eventually she is able to live with it in her mind, even when the Inquisition disbands and her life becomes much more peaceful. 

100 oc asks