#halevune mahariel

[dreadfutures]

Halevune Mahariel | art by @eldrtchmn

Brittle hair bleached white in living death, pale skin stretched tight over blackening veins, darkening in splotches like a bruised fruit beginning to rot. Silver-white eyes stared out from their gaunt hollows like distant stars in a dark sky. A short life packed with too much violence had left its mark in the mangled elven ears and the scar-torn vallaslin of Falon'Din, the markings of one who dealt death, and who would soon be dead.

Warden Commander. Teyrn of Gwaren. Hero of Ferelden.

Dead Man Walking.

[neonteeth]

[ID: Digital drawing of an elven man with pale skin and short, straight white hair from the shoulders up on a dark red-brown background. His left ear is torn, on his face is Falon'Din's vallaslin in a pale reddish purple, and he is wearing a blue top with silver filigree that goes up the collar and down the shoulders. He is looking toward the viewer with half lidded eyes and a small smirk. End ID.]

Halevune for @dreadfutures 🖤

[ndostairlyrium]

Thirteenth attack goes to @dreadfutures and it features the best dad in the neighborhood 🩷🤗 tbf I couldn't resist drawing baby Kieran as well ;;

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Art Fight

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

Henlo! For this DWC Friday.... I am curious about Hal & Talenna. 🌚 there’s a price to be paid for the things that we do.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I had a fun time with this one. Its as though the snow started up just to set the atmosphere for it. I didn't strictly quote the prompt in this one but it is definitely a theme, as I think it is with all Wardens to an extent, when the price you pay is the luxury of a longer life. Hope you enjoy ;w; for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Bittersweet, Angst-Lite, ~630 words

The Price That We Pay For The Things That We Do, And Steps That We Take To Compensate | By Exalted_Dawn

Ink pooled against the final press of quill to parchment, wetting the page in a perfect, round puddle as the rest of the words she had written were set and drying. The charcoal bleed had stained her fingers and the edge of her palm where it had brushed against page, but it could be washed off later. It was the words she had captured that would stain her the longest, summarized in chicken scratch but echoing perfectly in the deeper corners of her mind. She had made sure to remember them all in perfect detail– at this point the written recounting was little more than insurance. A way to keep her client’s paranoia at bay. 

Though, this particular client did not give her that distinct impression. Throughout the entire process, he had been distant. A faint presence even while sitting in front of her. His eyes, milky white and rimmed with purple shadow, had remained elsewhere as he spoke– pinned on the swirling snow outside the tent she had requested he meet her at. Watching as his footprints were slowly erased beneath the flurry and his trail wiped away by time. As was the way of things. But then, she supposed they had both gathered here to fight that fate, if only by a little. 

“Is there anything else you would like added?” she asked, her voice quieted beneath the blanket of winter. “Anything particular you would wish to be remembered? I can promise that the events will be presented as they happened, but I get the feeling that this was meant to be more than just a history...” 

Her words trailed off, leaving room for a response, but Warden Mahariel’s eyes remained fixed on the tent entrance. Not pointedly. Not with purpose. Just… fixed. 

Talenna frowned.

A history could have been found in any number of books. Talenna was certain the events of his had been recorded more times than could be counted. If that had been all he was after, then she doubted he would have come here at all.

But she was a storyteller, not a historian. And what most separated story from history was its heart– a message.

She sighed. “...What do you want him to remember most, lethal’lin?” 

Ever so faintly, the Warden’s face pinched with purple shadow– a bitter thaw. He lowered his face, tracing the lines and blackened skin of his palms in thought. Talenna tracked the bob of his throat as he forced himself to swallow. He had talked much today, and the day’s air was not kind for so many words, but she needed these ones. They were the most important.

“That I never stopped fighting,” he whispered at last, his voice choked. “For the Dalish… for the city elves...” 

For him, and for a cure. Morrigan had told her.

“For the future,” she added softly, and nodded. With a final blow to her pages, she tucked them away into the safety of a leather satchel and stood. “It will be done. When the story is finished, and time has done its work, I will be sure to find him and deliver it to his ears personally.” 

His hand clenched tight. “You don’t have to do that.” 

“I know.” Talenna turned and took a step towards the tent flap. “But I will.” 

It was her promise as a storyteller, to make sure his message was delivered. To the People, aye, but also his people. His family. 

If the Warden at her back had any further objections he did not speak them, and so Talenna considered her work done. With a deep breath in, scented slightly of death, and the story of Warden Halevune Marahriel heavy in her heart, Talenna braced herself and stepped out into the swirling snow.

[inquisimer]

Duty pulls Halevune from his fragile family and the home they've carved in the Crossroads.

In which Mahariel navigates his relationship with Morrigan, fatherhood, and the politics of the Wardens and being an elven Teryn.

I had the absolute honor and privilege to write this gift for my beloved and talented friend @dreadfutures (youworeblue on ao3) as part of the DAFF Discord’s Annual OC Swap! Halevune Mahariel is her Warden OC and it was a treat to explore this part of his story <3

tags/rating/word count etc. under the cut

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 5038 (complete)

Fandoms: Dragon Age Origins: Awakening, Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age (Video Games)

Relationship: Male Mahariel/Morrigan

Characters: Male Mahariel, Halevune Mahariel, Morrigan, Kieran, Nathaniel Howe, Velanna

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Fantasy Racism, Gwaren, Vigil’s Keep, Minor Canonical Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Grey Wardens, Fereldan Politics, City Elves, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Dark Ritual, The Crossroads, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

DAFF tag list: @warpedlegacy  | @rakshadow  | @rosella-writes  | @effelants | @bluewren | @breninarthur | @ar-lath-ma-cully | @theluckywizard | @nirikeehan  | @oxygenforthewicked

[wildercrow]

A little DAFF Secret Satinalia exchange treat for @dreadfutures, lined by Haunt and shaded by Mulch!

Halevune Mahariel shares a spooky Dalish tale with his son. Kieran has heard this one so many times that it's no longer scary.

[dreadfutures]

IT'S MY EMO BABIES!

You all have no idea how fast I jumped on Kara's commissions when I saw Valentine's coming. Kara is one of my favorite artists period and amazing to work with. Just look how perfectly Halevune Mahariel and Morrigan turned out!!

Keep your eyes open for more... I commissioned THREE pieces, I love these so much.

tfw your witch gf distracts you from the end of the world by sitting on your lap and giving you kissessssss💕

[rosella-writes]

Happy friday Ro!!! For DADWC this week, how about Loghain & [Warden of your choosing] with "[ scream ] for our muses to find something horrific" and/or "you don't need to protect me" from the quiet muses prompts?

THANK YOU I chose Rhiannon tonight, since I'm in a ghoulish mood. For @dadrunkwriting

Relationship: Rhiannon Mahariel & Loghain Mac Tir

Rating: Gen

Words: 844

Summary: Rhiannon and Loghain meet again in my DAI-era fic. This is one of the nights they spend in Crestwood, before they part ways — for Rhiannon to continue her search for the cure, and Loghain to meet the Inquisitor. This canon ascribes to the idea that Mahariel is especially ghoulish, on account of being tainted before their Joining. I first saw this idea explored in @ammoniteflesh's incredible work with Ghila Mahariel and @dreadfutures' with Halevune Mahariel. 💚

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Loghain hadn’t aged a day since his Joining. In fact, the longer Rhiannon looked at him, the more she was convinced that Wardenhood had made him appear younger. 

In the meanwhile, she had grown more tainted. More brittle. More dead. 

She shook her head to cast that thought away. It would do no good to lose sleep over it now. 

Merrill and Zevran slept in the cave behind them as Rhiannon joined Loghain on watch. The two untainted souls slept more soundly than either of the others had in some years, Rhiannon was sure. When Loghain stirred the fire and looked up at her with a question in his sharp blue eyes, she gave him a simple, tight smile. 

His gaze dropped to her mouth, then away with a wince. 

She’d forgotten that her lips were almost black now, and any teeth she showed were likely grey. She wondered if her eyes still reflected the firelight like an elf’s, or if they were darkspawn eyes now. She didn’t bother to ask. 

They sat in silence for a good while, passing a wineskin back and forth between them like in far away, simpler times. Back when the two of them concerned themselves only with killing archdemons and darkspawn. Back when Loghain being sent to Montsimmard was the most painful trial. 

“I meant to bring the dog back for you.”

Rhiannon smiled at Loghain’s lack of preamble. He had always been so direct, and it was refreshing now just as it had been when she’d befriended him against all odds a decade ago. “I assumed he’d died, since he isn’t with you. Can’t imagine a mabari would leave his master.”

“Yes,” Loghain grumbled. “A year ago, in fact. I meant to write you, but could never summon the words. I meant to do a great many things.”

“They have a way of getting away from us,” Rhiannon muttered.

The fire sputtered and cracked. A log shifted among the coals as it burnt away. 

Loghain took a deep breath, as if rousing himself from a daydream. “He was tainted, yes? Like us.”

“Like us. I helped him recover at Ostagar, with the help of a little flower from the Wilds. The kennel master never did teach me how to repeat that trick.”

Loghain nodded. He crossed his arms over his raised knees. “Seemed that way, especially at the end. I expected him to have many more years with me, but he began to lose his fur, then his teeth. At first I worried he’d fought some rabid animal, then I realised.”

Rhiannon reached out and touched his hand. With a grunt, Loghain took it in his large, rough, enveloping one and squeezed. 

“Did you let him go?”

Another grunt. “I took no joy in it. He was a magnificent creature, more worthy of the Grey than any Orlesian in the Order. What took three of them he could accomplish on his own. I once witnessed him lock jaws on a broodmother’s jugular and take her down. It caused me much grief to see him suffer.”

Her fingertips began to tingle, and she realised Loghain was gripping her hand tighter than he probably knew. 

“I wanted to take him to the Deep Roads, to allow him a Warden’s death. Clarel would not hear of it.”

Rhiannon gritted her teeth. “He never would have left you.”

“I intended to go with him.”

Another log fell on its side, sending a spray of sparks up on the smoke that twirled towards the stars. 

“I can’t fault Clarel then. Not for that.”

Loghain glanced up at her with a craggy scowl. She caught a glimpse of shine at the corner of his eye. “I did not wish another mabari to die in my arms, Warden Commander, much less at my own hand.”

Rhiannon hesitated — then, with a resigned scoff, she threw her arms around Loghain’s shoulders. He was tense for a moment, and Rhiannon expected him to shrug her off. To her surprise, he didn’t just relent. He slumped against her, and she felt the unmistakable shake of silent cries. 

“You couldn’t have protected him from that,” she grumbled. She held him even tighter as she felt him drag a ragged breath in. “It was coming. It’s inevitable. And I’m so happy he had you at the end. That it was you.”

Loghain let out a shattered, angry sound. “It’s not inevitable. Don’t say that.”

“I’m still looking for a cure, aren’t I?”

His silence was a begrudging concession. 

She moved to adjust herself — her hips ached from the odd angle, but the one she found was no better. She resigned herself to letting her knees poke Loghain’s hip as she awkwardly held him tighter still. 

“You don’t need to protect me either, Loghain,” she murmured, then smiled sadly to herself when she felt his posture stiffen. “I’ll be alright.”

His silence, then, was not concession, but doubt. At the very least, he did not push back — he merely allowed her to hold him, until the fire faded down to coals.

[commandermorgan]

Commission of the Windy Marcher himself, Halevune Mahariel for @dreadfutures ! 💙

[dreadfutures]

The Brave Guide, Ch 88 - Epitaphs

Now free from Valor's prison, it's time to lay many things to rest. But every ending proves to be the start of something new.

Of all the people she expected to walk through, Halevune was at the bottom of the list. Halevune in his shirtsleeves was even more unexpected, but there he stood with his shoulders low, his gaze on the two dark bottles he held with their necks wound tightly between the fingers of one hand. A moment passed in silence, stretched thin across the distance between where they stood. “I don’t know ‘bout you,” he said, gravel in his voice, ��but I need a drink after all that.”

The Brave Guide is a canon-divergent Dragon Age longfic. It continues the story of Dead Pasts and Dread Futures, in which Lavellan was sent back in time against her will after the Dread Wolf’s plans destroyed the world.

The series follows Inquisitor Ixchel Lavellan and her battle to find hope for herself, and hope for Thedas. As the world ends, Ixchel is resurrected under mysterious circumstances and is sent back in time to the Conclave. Ixchel is furious, convinced of her own futility, and yet she cannot give up again. These are the stories of how she gets better.

[Read from the Beginning] | [Current Chapter] | [TLDR] | [Other Fics]

[dreadfutures]

This piece of my Warden with little Kieran, before the bitterness and the Blight took its toll on him, is so gorgeous. I've been so speechless throughout this whole, lovely commission process! I highly recommend working with wellnoe!!! I certainly will commission them again, her thumbnails alone were jaw dropping. 💞

illustration commission done for @dreadfutures!

[id in ALT]

[crypt-rogue]

Commission for @dreadfutures’s boy Halevune Mahariel! I loved painting him, thank you so much! ♥ 

[dreadfutures]

It's Hal!!!! My badass Mahariel in his prime!

commission

[dreadfutures]

The Brave Guide, Ch 80 - The Willing Lost

Halevune dreams of Tamlen, and a new quest begins.

Halevune did not move to defend her, nor did he attack the lone darkspawn remaining. The boy was almost docile, waiting with no trace of his previous aggression. He looked not at her, but at the side of Hal's face, with a pleading expression.

"Lethallin," the ghoul rasped, and the plea in his voice was clear.

But Hal did not look at him. He stared down at Ixchel coldly instead.

"Figures, the Inquisitor would be inquisitive," he sneered. "I have been told it is rude to snoop in other people's heads."

[dreadfutures]

Death is an Open Door | Dragon Age Fanfic

Rated: T | M!Mahariel & NB!Mahariel | Length: 8k, oneshot.

Art commissioned from @eldrtchmn.

Old Wardens told tales of long-gone companions and how they knew it was time to go. When hair thinned and nails grew sharp; when bone spurs sprouted or muscles began to hunch; when the eyes grew milky and the veins grew dark, and the light of the sun burned like the Maker’s wrath… that was when a Warden was a Warden no longer. Mahariel had never known old Wardens. Mahariel traveled at night.

A gift fic I wrote for @ammoniteflesh <3

Written for the annual Dragon Age Fan Fic (DAFF) discord server's April OC Swap. I was SO excited to receive Ghila to write a fic for and had to place my own Mahariel in stark contrast - and uncanny comparison - to Ghila's experience with the Blight, and vice versa.

We both commissioned @eldrtchmn for our ghoulish Wardens (above). Please keep an eye out for commission openings, and follow on all socials! No one does dark fantasy/souls better IMO.

[dreadfutures]

It's my gorgeous, deadly Warden!!! Thank you so much neon for capturing Hal like I've never got him before 🥺 the elven Teyrn can look princely after all, who knew?

[ID: Digital drawing of an elven man with pale skin and short, straight white hair from the shoulders up on a dark red-brown background. His left ear is torn, on his face is Falon'Din's vallaslin in a pale reddish purple, and he is wearing a blue top with silver filigree that goes up the collar and down the shoulders. He is looking toward the viewer with half lidded eyes and a small smirk. End ID.]

Halevune for @dreadfutures 🖤