#ellania mahariel

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I saw people doing the Polyvore thing so I thought I would try some for the Garden-Spirit modern AU for my girls. *Runs and hides*

@5ftgarden

Aluriel is a busy, busy bee so she is nearly always in her ballet rehearsal clothing. She often goes right from rehearsal, to school, to work, so comfort is mandatory for her. Makeup is also big for her, and she spends a fortune to find makeup that lasts virtually forever, as she has no time to fix it through the day.

Brionna, as an artist and a baker, has a very whimsical style. She adores pastels and frequently makes her own jewelry, often shopping at thrift stores. She is never without her hat and her bag, both of which she salvaged and made her own.

Ellania is a workaholic, and as such, she will usually wear her professional clothing day-to-day. She goes for simple elegance and versatility nearly always. She favors earthy tones and dusky pinks.

Liahra has a VERY Bohemian vibe. She adores jewelry that jingles and loves pops of jewel tones, especially turquoise. She favors flowy clothing, soft and light and comfortable. She very rarely wears makeup, but can never be found without chapstick in her bag.

With Talyn being blind, this was extremely difficult. As she can’t see, she focuses primarily on textures when shopping (And her roommate and best friend, Aluriel, helps her coordinate colors.) She likes dresses that are soft and flowy, and prefers leather jackets with fun texture details. She always wears sneakers and spends a lot of money on good perfume to always smell nice.

I think Ven is pretty self-explanatory. Lots of leather, even more black, and 3/4 of the shoes she owns are boots. She has a very dark witchy sort of vibe.

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DWC: Ellania and Alistair? Out in the wild, sharing a secret. (I've been kind of having a thing for him lately.) :-)

@dadrunkwriting

Thank you for the prompt!!! Sorry it took me like a year to get to it. I decided to try shortening my prompts so they are more manageable! I hope you enjoy!!!

The fire was finally dying down- theoccupants of their little camp nearly all having fallen into sleep.Sten was still awake, quietly meditating as he often did when thecamp had fallen into blissful silence, pierced only by the occasionalsnore or shuffle of movement. Aside from him, only Alistair andEllania still sat beside the fire, the latter humming softly toherself as she poked at the embers with a stick.

“Hey.” She whispered, grinning athis answering hum, heavy with exhaustion. “Tell me a secret.” Hehuffed in amusement, lifting his arm from where he had settled itover his eyes to peer at her.

“A secret.” He repeated, deadpan.She nodded, smile still present. He searched her face for a moment,settling upon her eyes, the firelight reflecting against the brightemerald there. He let his gaze fall, following the pattern offreckles on her cheeks down to her lips, full and inviting. Heflushed, clearing his throat and forcing his gaze away. “Well, I- Idon’t think I have any other secrets to tell.” He finally managed,flushing further under her gaze.

“None?”

“None worth telling.” He whispered,ignoring the itch in the back of his mind telling him to give voiceto his feelings. “Why don’t you tell me one.” He offered with asmile. Her gaze fell to the earth between them, her grin falteringonly slightly.

“I wasn’t supposed to be a warden.���She said softly, turning back to the fire. She seemed to contemplateit for a moment, poking idly at the dying embers. “It was supposedto be another in my clan, but I got sick and being a warden was theonly cure.” She continued poking the fire, a thoughtful look on herface.

“I’m glad it was you.” He saidsuddenly, startling himself. She turned to him with a look ofbemusement. “I don’t mean- that is- I’m not glad you got sick, Ijust-” She was laughing now, a joyful melody that sent his heartstuttering.

“I’m glad it was me too.” She said,suddenly sounding shy. He met her eyes and swallowed thickly, fingerscaressing the petals of the rose in his pocket. She smiledbrilliantly, and he was helpless to do anything but the same.

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A wine soaked night- Roman AU

@dadrunkwriting

YAY! OOOOOKAY so this did NOT go the direction I originally intended it to, but I still like it? Roman AU is still new, so I am playing with things. I hope you enjoy!!! (Also first official piece I’ve written in 2017 I think? Thanks for helping me beat writer’s block in the face!)

“Aren't they handsome?”Ellania's breath was hot on her ear, voice dipping into a low purr.Her fingers were trailing idly over Liahra's heated flesh, both ofthem loose and flushed from the spiced wine they had been steadilyplied with all evening. Their cups had never been empty- a testamentto the quality of the slaves of House Mahariel, recently come intotheir fortune through the games.

Shecould practically feel Ellania's feral grin from behind her on thechaise as she admired her stock- the finest gladiators in the South,oiled and standing at attention for the viewing pleasure of all ofher guests for the evening. Liahra averted her gaze... again... theheat rising steadily in her cheeks. Ellania was getting handsy, asshe was wont to do when drunk, but Liahra couldn't quite bringherself to mind it, the wine and... scenery dulling her judgment. Shecould feel more than see Krem's disapproving brow from where he stoodbeside the chaise, ever vigilant.

“Ihate the games.” Liahra said at last, letting her gaze rove overthe crowd instead of Ellania's prized décor.Her friend laughed, high and bright and thoroughlyamused, a hint of disbelief amidst the melody.

“Youcan hate the games and still appreciate the players, pet. How couldyou not when they are so-” She hummed, the feral smile taking overher face again as she let her eyes caress their forms. “Lookat them, Liahra. They are div-” Ellania squealed suddenly, clappingher hands in excitement. Her eyes were shining with mirth, somethingmore heated glinting beneath. “They finally finished preparing mynewest addition.” She said, slightly breathless. Liahra reluctantlyturned her gaze back to the line of gladiators, then stopped short,the air stolen from her lungs.

It washim.

Shetook a large drink, unable to tear her eyes away. She tried to ignoreEllania's victorious smirk from beside her.

“Quiteeye-catching, isn't he?” She purred, gaze following Liahra's tosettle on him. “The one who saved your Krem in the arena, was henot?”

“Yes.”She breathed the word. How many years had it been since that day?Three?

“Haveyou ever fucked a gladiator?” Ellania asked suddenly. Krem chokedon his water, spluttering and coughing as Liahra's face flushedcrimson. She turned on her friend with wide eyes.

“Ellania!”She hissed, unable to meet her gaze.

“Ohplease. Don't start acting like the blushing virgin.” She laughed,lifting Liahra's chin with gentle fingers. “You forget I know youbetter than that.” She murmured, leaning in close. Liahra couldfeel the heat rise further in her cheeks. Ellania stopped just shortof her lips, barely a breath apart before she pulled back just assuddenly. Liahra had to struggle to find her breath, her headswimming. Ellania laughed again. “Wine turns you shy- who wouldhave thought?”

“Justas it turns you to a harlot.” Liahra shot back, crumpling intolaughter at the look of shocked amusement on her friend's face.

“Thereshe is! Gracious, I thought I had lost you to the drink.” They fellinto a fit of helpless giggles, their mirth so infectious that evenKrem had begun to laugh at their expense. “Come, come. Now thatthey have all been presented, I would introduce them to youpersonally.” Ellania rose from the chaise, cup in hand, the othertugging at Liahra's free one.

“You-what?” Liahra managed through the haze of inebriation. She followedobediently, eyes widening as she realized the destination of the paththey were on. She took another large drink, praying the wine wouldsoothe her suddenly frayed nerves. She had only seen him the once inthe arena, not even near to him, and yet her thoughts had beenconsumed by him ever since.

For three years.

Foolishgirl.

Theywere halfway down the line of gladiators now, and Liahra had notheard a word of any of the introductions. Her mind was consumed bythe one at the far end, and she cursed herself for her impropriety.What would her uncle think? She took another drink, embracing theburn in her throat.

“Liahra,are you even listening?” The accusation startled her from herreveries, and she looked up into the bemused face of Ellania, browquirked.

“Apologies.My mind was otherwise occupied.”

“Withterrible things, I hope.” Ellania said saucily, grinning at the drylook she received.

“Withthe journey home. My uncle has taken ill, and I never intended totarry this long. I should be going.” She said in way of an excuse,though not false. Ellania pulled a face.

“Ishall see to the horse and cart, mistress.” Krem said gently, therelief at escaping the party evident in his voice. She smiled andinclined her head in dismissal.

“Thankyou, Krem.”

Ellaniawatched his retreating back with narrowed eyes before her gazeflicked back to Liahra. A brilliant smile graced her lips. “Wellyou simply must meetthe new addition to our gladiators before you go.” Liahra pinnedher with a stern look, very much doubting her ability to maintaincomposure while so inebriated. But there was mischief in Ellania'seyes, and Liahra knew she would not be swayed. She very nearlydragged Liahra over to him. “Lady Liahra Lavellan, may I introduceour newest prize fighter- The Iron Bull.”

Shetook a deep breath and gave what she hoped wasn't a forced smile, allthought flown clear from her head. He was massive- towering above herand rippling with thick muscle, silvery skin covered in scars andoil. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, drawing her fan andflicking it open as she forced her gaze past the wall of him to hisface. One eye was upon her, stormy green and mysterious, somethingdark lurking in the depths. The other was covered with a patch madeof metal, fitted to the crags of his face.

Theeye he had lost in defense of Krem, a gladiator too soon seen to thesands, saved by a man who should have killed him. It was the talk ofArlathan for weeks after, the tittering only growing when Liahra hadbought the boy, then freed him and hired him as a personal bodyguardinstead. The man who had saved his life seemed to have disappeared-until now.

He waseven more striking up close. Overwhelmingly so. She could feelherself getting uncomfortably warm, waving her fan in a desperateattempt to abate the searing heat that seemed to accompany hispresence.

“Sheis lovely, is she not?” Ellania asked sweetly, a smirk upon herlips. Liahra opened her mouth to retort, but promptly closed it atthe sound of a voice- low and gravelly- that cut her to her core.

“Withoutequal, to be sure.”

Shestumbled for thought, for response, chasing the threads of her mindthat had fled from wine and heated thoughts.

“Alreadytrained so well to respond to questions with idle flattery.Impressive.” She said dismissively, returning her gaze to Ellaniawith a tight smile. She missed his small smirk. “He seems quiteformidable. I commend you on the new addition. May he bring glory toyour house.” She said, suddenly wishing she had more wine. Ellaniagave her a strange look, but smiled. She made her farewells quicklyafter that, retreating to the safety of her carriage and the coolnight breeze. He had so long been only in her mind, that it wassurreal to see him turned flesh and close enough to touch. She triedto clear the images from her thoughts. She could not afforddistractions. Her duties were far too important...

Shewas, of course, regaled with stories of the evening days later.Ellania said it was a wine soaked night of revelry and debauchery,that she should have stayed and partaken in the festivities. It waswith no small amount of shame that she pictured him first andforemost at the mention.

“Andhow is your betrothed?” Ellania asked over tea. Liahra summoned atight smile, the weight of her station suddenly crashing back downupon her.

“Heis well.”

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So I think I remember reading somewhere that your Liahra was the original Warden recruit, but Ellania was taken instead because she got sick from the mirror. That made me wonder what would have happened if roles were reversed? What if Liahra HAD been recruited after all? Maybe Ellania became Inquisitor instead? (Sorry if this is weird to ask ;-; I really like your characters and want to know more)

I am screaming. This is amazing. What a thoughtful question. I’ve actually never thought about it before, in actuality! I’ll take a stab at it

Had their roles been reversed, I think it would have been better in a way. Ellania is very authoritative, commanding- she will do whatever it takes to end the evil, and sees casualty as an inevitability, so it doesn’t weigh on her as heavily. She is also kind and warm, but she knows where to draw the line. She can’t save everyone, so the faster she finds a way to rid the evil, the more lives are spared. She isn’t very emotional. It is this temperament that I think suits the role of Inquisitor better.

Liahra is softer, emotionally driven, and every death weighs on her heavily. She is a good leader, inspiring, kind- but she doesn’t want to be a figurehead. She wants to be a person- to help and love and protect people. She goes out of her way to keep people safe, even if it means delaying her own goals. I think she would have been better suited as the Warden.

Inquisitor Ellania Mahariel- Major differences: Ellania would have sided with the Templars in this instance, seeing them as more practical in tempering the magic of the Breach, but she also would have been sure to offer aid and shelter to the rebel mages. She believes in their freedom, but believes that practicality should win out over her personal beliefs. (Liahra sided with the mages.) Quite a few of her other decisions would have been the same as Liahra’s, but Ellania would have exiled the Wardens without a second thought. Their vulnerability to Corypheus and their actions damned them in her eyes. Ellania probably would have romanced Blackwall. (Liahra romanced Iron Bull.) Ellania’s best friend would have been Varric. (Liahra’s was Dorian.)

Warden Liahra Lavellan- Major differences: Many of Liahra’s decisions would have been the same, save a few. Liahra would have chosen Harrowmont to rule, seeing kindness as more important than progress. (Ellania chose Bhelen for the sake of progress.) In Redcliffe, Liahra would have done everything in her power to save the Arl and Connor, and did. (Ellania killed Connor to kill the demon.) In the final battle, Liahra convinced Alistair to undergo the ritual with Morrigan so no one would have to die, and she let Alistair strike the final blow, wanting no glory for herself. (Ellania and Morrigan fought to the point that Morrigan did not even accompany them to Denerim, thus Ellania didn’t know about the ritual. She struck the final blow to sacrifice herself and save Alistair.) Liahra would have romanced Zevran. (Ellania romanced Alistair.) Liahra’s best friend would have been Alistair. (Ellania’s was Sten.)

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Face Claim Meme- I was tagged by @ladydracarysao3. Thank you! This was SO HARD and I’m still not sure I’m 100% happy with it but I’ve been looking forever and I am tired so I give up.

Doing my Clan Lavellan trio- with a bonus Ellania because they weren’t always a trio.

Liahra Lavellan- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. Her facial structure is spot on, with the only real difference being the nose. Even her eyes and hair are the right colors. I also like her because she has that girlish innocence as well as a kind of stoic confidence and that duality is a very important part of Liahra’s character.

Aluriel Ivara- Charlize Theron. Brighter blue eyes and white hair, and there’s Aluriel. She also works well because she carries herself tall and proud and exudes quiet confidence. She is regal, elegant, and you can never quite tell what she’s thinking.

Venalya Mahariel- Nina Dobrev. Her hair needs to be 30x curlier (Think Merida from Brave curly), but throw some freckles on her and give her some violet contacts and she’s flawless.

Bonus! Ellania Mahariel- Shakira. Also needs lots of freckles and some bright green eyes and bingo. Also works well with Venalya’s FC because yes, they are half sisters, but they look similar. Shakira and Nina have a similar facial structure that works well together and closely resembles how they are.

I’m tired and can’t remember people to tag, so if you see this please do it and tag me so I can see your babies. I want to see them all. Tell me about them. Please. :)

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@elfsplaining I heard you wanted elves, so have all of my elves (I couldn’t figure out how the submit box worked rip me.)

Aluriel Ivara Lavellan - Liahra Lavellan - Ellania Mahariel - Venalya Mahariel - Brionna Tabris - Talyn Surana - Synnara Ravarel

If you want to know more about them feel free to ask <333 I hope my elves cheer you my sweet darling. *smooches*

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Edge, sorrow, stream, devour; “When I die, I’ll come back with green eyes”

Thank you for the beautiful prompt. Grief train ahead. As usual, not proofread and errors are likely, but I am just glad to have written at all after my long ass drought. I hope you enjoy

Alistair x Ellania ft. Liahra

He sat on the edge of the bank in thequiet stillness, snow falling in fat flakes that clung to his hairand cloak. He felt no chill – only the yawning chasm within thatnothing seemed to fill. But it was quiet there, away from the chaosof Skyhold and its inhabitants. It made him long for that hidden cavein Crestwood – for the solitude it provided.

Solitude... when the last thing hewanted was to be alone.

But the life, the bustle – oh, howkeenly it reminded him of her.Ten years had passed since she left him, and he still felt her lossas though only yesterday. The pain no longer burned, but it was therelike a festering wound that refused to heal. At times he foundhimself clutching his chest, struggling for air, breath,relief, and though the fitswould pass... relief never came.

Heclosed his eyes, listening to the quiet burble of the stream. Itseemed to whisper and he tried in vain to catch the words – tohear, to understand.

Please.

Why?

The crunch of snowbehind him was a sharp reminder of how fragile his solitude was, evenoutside of the walls. He did not need to turn to know who had foundhim. She always found a way. They were bound in a way that only deathcould bring.

“Liahra,” hegreeted, resting his chin in his palm as he finally opened his eyes.The whispers of the stream faded, replaced by crunching footfallsuntil she drew up beside him. He did not spare her a glance. Itwasn't needed. She knew why he was here.

“Alistair,” shesaid quietly, lowering herself into the snow. She pulled her knees toher chest and rested her chin upon them, staring out over the waterand to the trees beyond.

“So the greatInquisitor was able to escape the mountains of paperwork and constantclamor for her attention, then?” he said with a small grin.

She snorted inreply. “As if there aren't at least five people who know where I amat all times.” She paused, tilting her head as she watched thewater. “They allow me my solitude at times.”

“They care aboutyou.”

“They care aboutthe Inquisitor,” she said, voiced tinged with bitterness.

“And the personbeneath that heavy mantle,” he said with a small smile.

She hummed, whetherin dismissal or begrudging agreement, he didn't know. They sat incompanionable silence for a few minutes.

“Has it gottenany easier?” She asked suddenly, her voice barely a whisper. Helooked over, and was stricken by how childlike she looked in thatmoment, cloaked in her sorrow.

Much as he was, hesupposed.

“No,” he said,and he swore he could hear his loneliness echoed in that simple word.

“I still miss herevery day.” The words seemed hollow, and yet they reached out todevour him in that same moment, causing a lump to rise in his throatuntil he was sure he would choke.

“Me too,” hewhispered – a broken, haunted sounding thing.

Liahra scootedcloser, resting her head on his shoulder. He was consumed by whatwas, how similar this felt to a shared moment – so long ago– and yet not long at all. He could almost see the forest then,void of snow and ice, and he wondered if he glanced at the womanresting against him if he would find chestnut waves and caramel skin,warmth and love and eyes that shone like emeralds... but he closedhis eyes, knowing what he would see instead. He wondered if she feltthe same.

“I used to bejealous of you,” she said quietly, brushing an errant patch of snowfrom her pants. “You knew a side of her I never got to see. Youwatched her grow in the face of your impossible task, and when shesent her rare letters I mourned for the new woman I would neverknow.”

He looked down athis hands, clasped tightly in his lap. He so desperately wanted totell her he felt the same about the woman Ellania was before he mether. Liahra also knew a side he would never see. She adjusted againsthim, covering his hands with one of her own. A gesture of solidarity.She knew.

“But now, I amonly grateful that she had you and your love. I doubt she ever toldyou, but she said once that you were her strength.”

“No,” he saidagain. “She was mine.”

He felt the tearsburn behind his eyes, and he closed them against the sting, wrappinghis arms around the woman beside him. She returned his embrace, andhe could feel the wet heat of her grief against her cheeks.

It allowed him tolet go, knowing he was not alone, and he let the tears fall as theyheld each other.

“When I die,”she whispered some time later, gaze fixed on the burbling stream, “Iwill come back with green eyes, that I may see the world as she did.”

His heart ached.

Yes.He thought.

Yes.

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Spitfire, peacekeeper, sister, friend, Warden, Hero...

Ellania Mahariel

Slain by the Archdemon at the Battle of Denerim- 9:31 Dragon

Age at death- 19