#dorain pavus

[nanowatzophina]

Alexa. Play Francesca by Hozier.

[herenya-writes]

Day 2: Spiders

Laughter spilled out of Arlaros like a river breaking into a waterfall. It was a beautiful sound, one of those sounds that Dorian wanted to bottle and keep with him for a rainy day. It was also terribly rude.

“Don’t you laugh at me! Some of us are not accustomed to roughing it in the wilds! Can you truly blame me for being worried about my hygiene?” He crossed his arms and frowned at the Herald, although he had a feeling the stern effect was somewhat dimmed by the fact that he was still in his night clothes.

Arlaros stifled is laughter, but his wide smile remained. “I know, I know. You’re used to finery and servants and silk sheets for your bed.”

“At this point I would settle for any sheets so long as they came with a bed,” Dorian sniffed.

“But I didn’t think you’d be the type of person to be squeamish around spiders,” Arlaros continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “It was tiny, and you squealed because it crawled over your shoes. It didn’t even touch you!” He was laughing again, bright and clear.

Dorian scowled, but his heart wasn’t in it. “Those creatures could be carrying any manner of sickness. I had a perfectly reasonable reaction to one crawling around on my personal belongings. Is it so unreasonable to expect to sleep undisturbed?”

“We’re in their woods. Maybe it’s you who’s bothering their sleep.”

Dorian huffed. “You have a point,” he admitted. That wouldn’t stop him from researching spells or potions that could serve as a deterrent when they returned to Haven, though. He had no desire to wake to a spider or anything else crawling on him, and it seemed likely he would be spending an extended amount of time in the wilderness following Arlaros as they tracked down leads on the Venatori and other ruffians. Maker, he hadn’t considered this is where life would take him when he had followed Alexius to the south.

If that life continued to include Arlaros’s smile, though…

“Dorian, you with me?”

He blinked and felt heat rush to his cheeks. “Simply contemplating ways to keep these wretched creatures away from me,” he lied. The Herald chuckled.

“Try not to burn down the camp if you find a spider crawling on you.”

Dorian raised an eyebrow. “I make no promises, although I doubt the smell of burning spiders is a pleasant one.” That earned him another laugh, quiet this time, as Arlaros held his gaze for a few moments. Eventually, he nodded to himself, perhaps satisfied that Dorian was going to survive the wilds after all.

“Good night, Dorian,” he said, his words still light with the end of his laughter.

Dorian echoed the farewell and watched as Arlaros returned to his tent, the moonlight making his dark hair gleam. Then, he returned to his own tent and collapsed face-down on the cot and tried not to think about how well and truly smitten he was.

Why else would he willingly trek through the wilderness and endure its spiders?

[enasallavellan]

Monday Gif Convo

Taken/inspired by Perchance's Incorrect Quote Generator here.

Dorian: Define “dream”.

Solas: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

Enasal, still in the middle of her reading lesson:

[scarfacemarston]

I'm sorry to reblog!

It's here! My Ko-fi!

Credit to the wonderful @tacticalhimbo for creating this for me. He has done a lot of wonderful writing and creative work for me, so check him out! Please note or reblog to help out, if you're willing! I could really have help spreading the word so I can have some commissions and be able to pay my bills! Characters from all fandoms listed are welcome, but specialties are: Abigail Roberts Marston, John Marston, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Dragon Age's Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Merill, Isabela, Harvey Dent, Poison Ivy, Daniel Molloy, Armand and SO many more.

[roanela]

No one talking about the Amelia Pavus name drop I’m literally shaking like a feral dog rn

[nykoaleksander]

Oh, Sparkler...

I did a poll on my Twitter last week, asking which character to paint next, and Dorian won by a landslide. So here he is. Of course I blatantly avoided painting his armour. Sorry.

[out-of-the-embers]

Commission of Dorian x David Trevelyan for @tessa1972 :)

[thelittlestboi]

 GUYS, guys guys guys, OMFG @iawv is back again saving my life, watering my crops and clearing my skin. So some disclaimer these photos are edited. I had to make them SMALLER so that tumblr would let me post them. THAT IS HOW HIGH QUALITY these photos are. They had to be compressed so I could post them. AND LOOK AT HIM, my baby is so fucking pretty ;w;

 God I wish my game looked this crisp and beautiful, and she does this out of the goodness of her heart?! Let me break it down. She is giving her TIME, she is giving her ENERGY, she is giving her KNOWLEDGE (she found these mods! ill post them under the cut, but that hair and outfit??? She found them! FOR ME)

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Mod for Hair

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[another-da-sideblog]

Unlikely Allies

Summary: It’s just Dragon Age 2 but with Dorian.

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It was another usual day with Hawke- at least at first.

Fenris was woken by the persistent knocking on the front door of his mansion, the old wood creaking under the pressure. He wasn’t alarmed to find Verric and Hawke outside, asking him to come along to take care of a bounty Hawke had picked up in the shady, dirty corners of the Hanged Man.

“You’ll like this one,” he had said, that stupid typical Garrett smile plastered across his face. Fenris would never admit it, but it made him feel good to know Garrett thought of him- even if it was in relation to murder. Of course, Isabella wasn’t far behind and before he knew it, the gang was in Lowtown searching for some Tevinter slaver.

In the evening light, the red haze of sunset illuminates the tall smoke stacks in the distance surrounding Lowtown where factory workers slave over hot furnaces. The markets are only beginning to thin out as people retreat to their homes, leaving heaps of litter behind the edges of the streets. It doesn’t take long to navigate the winding streets on uneven cobblestone to find the warehouse their mark was rumored to be occupying.

Inside, the building is only illuminated by the light that filters through small windows at the top of the walls. The floor is either dirt itself or so much sand has tracked in that it has obscured the once stone foundation. Empty and destroyed crates lie around with some rusted cages abandoned in the entry room. It is unsurprising to find their target would occupy such a place. The man, Danzig, is just another mechanism for slave trade in Tevinter. Sick and twisted, their employer says him and his men lurk in the shadows of Lowtown and Darktown to prey on the defenseless only to drag them across seas to serve cruel masters against their will. Typical.

Fenris can feel the magic at play in the building. It takes some fighting to get past the guards, but upon entering the storage room, they quickly find the source. Danzig is locked in combat with another mage; elemental attacks surge from their staffs through the air, colliding with boxes and crates to send splinters and debris flying through the air. It’s clear Danzig is outmatched. He stumbles back, weakness dragging him down as he runs low on mana. The other mage casts one last spell, and giant billowing purple smoke envelops the slaver and his fallen comrades around him.

Necromancy.

Fenris feels the magic filled the air around him like heavy mist in the early morning as the singed bodies of his fallen guards rise around him only to turn on him. They crowd him with their swords swinging wildly and unskilled- yet effective. Even from afar, he can hear the thud of steal meeting bone as the reanimated dead fight at the command of the young mage.

Young, indeed. As soon as the battle is won, the prevailing mage collapses to his knees, quickly followed by his small army of corpses. He’s weak and exhausted- good, Fenris thinks, taking a step forward. Garret puts out his hand to stop him, but Fenris is already unsheathing his sword as he nears the man, pointing it at him warily.

“Fenris!” Garrett warns, panic rising in his voice.

He’s not cruel; he wouldn’t kill him just for being a mage. But there’s something in his magic that sets Fenris’ nerves ablaze, tells him to be on edge, and makes him want- no, need to investigate.

Hearing Geralt’s warning, the man whips his head around. His eyes immediately lock onto Fenris, and the elf is nearly taken aback to see the paleness of silver-grey eyes staring at him, wide with the hint of fear in them. He’s probably around Fenris’ age if not a few years older. His skin is darker, and hair pure black, curling just slightly, a few strands falling into his face. He has a strong jawline and full lips, an appearance more common in the more Southern reaches of the Imperium. One glance at his clothes tell Fenris he’s wealthy, a closer inspection, however, reveals the wear and tear on them unusual to a mage of his power.

Garrett’s large hand grips Fenris’ arm, as if to restrain him from making a sudden move. In the past, he would have ripped out of the mage’s grip. But seven months into traveling together, he’s become tolerant of the way the man obliviously clings onto all his friends- most of the time, anyways.

“I mean you no harm!” the man says. His voice. High society mage undoubtedly.

“Let’s just calm down. We came for the bounty on Danzig. What are you doing here?” Garrett asks, eyeing Fenris nervously as he lets go of the elf’s arm.

“The very same. I was just dispatching our friend here,” he says, nervously eyeing the blade. Fenris does not point it at him, but its presence is just enough to remind him not to try anything; one swift move would be all it would take with the mage in this condition. His eyes drift back to Fenris, something in them makes him gristle at the sight. But the way they linger on him- his suspicion continues to grow with the rotten feeling in his stomach.

“Who sent you?” Fenris growls out at last.

Read the rest on Ao3

[beckiboos]

Dorian has such a fun face to draw

[plazmafields]

I forgot my tablet at school when I went home for the break, so here's a hand drawn comic. At least I got come practice with consistancy I guess.

[sanzosin]

sketch commission for adorable @tessa1972

tears in the wind

[herenya-writes]

Day 4: Dodge

Arlaros dodged to the right, and an arrow whistled past his ear. The Venatori had the high ground, putting he and his companions on the defensive. Blackwall was doing a good job of drawing their attention, but it wasn’t enough. The Venatori position was well fortified, and less than half of his and Dorian’s spells had hit their mark so far.

He jumped out of the way of another arrow and found himself behind a pillar. Across the courtyard of the fort he saw Dorain and Cole taking cover behind a well, popping out to support Blackwall as they could. Dorian caught his eye and beckoned him over.

He listened for the plink of arrows hitting stone, and as soon as he heard it, he sprinted across the courtyard. Dorian and Cole drew fire as he ran, giving him an opening to duck behind an overturned cart that was near the well.

“How are your magic reserves?” Dorian asked once he was back behind cover.

“Full. There haven’t been enough openings for me to do more than toss a lightning bolt at them.”

“If we keep hiding like this, we’re going to lose. Not even Blackwall can hold their attention forever,” Dorian observed. “But if we can make you an opening, you could break their fortifications.”

Arlaros nodded slowly. There weren’t more than a half-dozen Venatori up there that they could see. Enough to keep them pinned down, but not enough to hold up to a frontal attack. The idea of using his companions as bait made his stomach twist, though. [Even after months as the Inquisitor and fighting dozens of battles with them, he couldn’t get used to putting his friends in danger.] But Dorian was right: they either needed to retreat or go on the offensive, and if they retreated now it would only give the Venatori time to strengthen their position.

“Alright. Help Blackwall, keep their eyes on you. Cole, follow me.”

They nodded. Then, when the next volley of arrows came, they jumped into action.

Arlaros sprinted for the stairs to his left, trusting Cole to follow. Arrows pinged off the stone behind him, but he gave them no heed. He took the stairs two at a time, pooling magic into his staff as he moved. [When he broke onto the level where the Venatori were gathered, he slammed his staff into the ground.] A wave of green light from the Fade washed outward, sliding across the ground before gathering into an orb right in the middle of the Venatori. With surprised shouts, the cultists were drawn toward the orb, knocking them off balance.

Without giving them time to recover, Arlaros cast again, this time throwing out a crackling ball of lightning that flew into the sky above the group. Lightning rained down, and the Fade magic pulled the Venatori in so they were unable to escape. Finally, Arlaros slashed his staff through the air, opening a small hole in the Fade and summoning flaming boulders that crashed into his enemies, sending them falling.

As the last boulder crashed to the ground, Cole zipped out of the shadows and slit the throat of the only Venatori who had survived the onslaught. His body crumpled to the ground, and silence fell over the fort.

Arlaros leaned heavily on his staff and surveyed the destruction. He didn’t like taking lives, but his time as Inquisitor had honed his combative magics in ways he had never dreamed possible. Still, those spells took a lot out of him, and he was grateful when Dorian offered his shoulder to lean on when he made it up the stairs.

“Idiots,” Dorian said, nodding to the dead Venatori. “You would think they would have learned not to stand in your way by now.”

“They’re cultists. They see any inconvenience they can cause the Inquisition as a victory, even if it means dying in the process,” Blackwall said, shaking his head. “They’re throwing their lives away, and most of them don’t care.”

That was part of what made fighting the Venatori so frustrating. There was no reasoning with them. His time as Inquisitor had done more than sharpen his fighting skills. It had also taught him diplomacy and how to come to agreements with people who hated him and the Inquisition. But with the Venatori, there was no hope for diplomacy. They couldn’t be reasoned with.

Cole, as always, picked up on his thoughts. “Blood and lightning. Kill or be killed. Climbing a path built by corpses. Why won’t they listen?”

Arlaros gave a grim smile and pushed himself upright. He met Cole’s eyes, and the spirit cocked his head as if looking deeper into his mind. He looked away.

“Let’s go. There may be more Venatori at the top of the fort, and we don’t want to give them time to barricade themselves in. We still need to get back to the fort before the sun falls. I don’t think Dorian will survive another night in the sand.”

Dorian, Creators bless him, launched into a diatribe against the Hissing Wastes, complaining about everything from the sand, to the weather, to the way his newest boots had been ruined when they had fought that varghast. Blackwall snorted and made some comment about Dorian’s sheltered upbringing, and the dead Venatori were forgotten. Arlaros had a feeling Cole recognized the cover-up, but he didn’t say anything.

When they reached the top of the fort, it was empty. Either the Venatori hadn’t thought the Inquisition would try to claim this location, or they had pulled the bulk of their forces back to another position. Arlaros hoped it was the former, but he doubted it. Like Blackwall said, they were cultists and fanatics. They would want to make a final stand where they could strike a powerful blow against the Inquisition, force a clash between Inquisition soldiers and Venatori.

But that was something for he, Cullen, and the fort captain to plan later. For now, he focused on the sound of Dorian’s voice, complaining once again.

[eivor-wolfkissed]

Dorian: “Selfish of me, I suppose, to not want to live the rest of my life screaming on the inside.”

My gay ass stuck in a religious household that low key prays for me to be straight: “oh mood.”

[hoiist]

And au for me and @whataboutbugs-art

[enasallavellan]

Gif Convo Monday

Taken/inspired by Perchance's Incorrect Quote Generator here.

Cole: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there?

Sera: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.

Cole:

Cole: *sobs*

Dorian: You fucking scared them, you idiot.