#however the actual issue which is declan having to look his brothers in the face and say he plans on becoming an anglican male churchwife

[rotzaprachim]

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[keanureevesisbae]

But professor… - epilogue

Summary: It's been a year and a half since their little baby was born. How are the two of them doing?

Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: Is it the end for Penny and Walter? Yes, omg i can't believe. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it. The story took a full 180 (especially because I intended this story to be much shorter lol), but I'm very satisfied nonetheless 🥰

Masterlist // But professor… masterlist // Previous chapter //

Declan has a plan and that is to go outside. I mean, it’s kinda fair, since he spend a lot of time inside today. Not that he complained. No, no, no, he was an absolute angel at the salon—like always—playing with his toys, while I was at work, but now he needs some fresh air after we had a quick snack at home.

This little man is definitely as head strong as his dad, however he isn’t as stubborn as Walter can be.

Declan attempts to throw a ball at me and I can see there is some definite improvement. Just like any kid at that age, he is distracted like that. ‘Momma, momma,’ he says, pointing to a truck that passes by. ‘Dada!’

‘Oh honey, that is not his truck,’ I say, crouching down next to him. ‘Dada is gonna become soon. In his other car. His work car.’

Declan points. ‘No dada?’

‘Not yet.’

‘Dada home?’

‘Almost,’ I say to him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. Declan stops playing altogether, staring at the road, waiting for Walter to come home. His mouth slightly agape, as he focused on every car that passes by.

Finally his car pulls up and I exclaim: ‘There he is!’ When Walter gets out of the car with a smile that is only this wide when he sees us, I let Declan go and watch him wobble over to his dad. With one hand he lifts the little boy up and presses kisses on his chubby cheek. ‘I missed you,’ Walter says, looking his son in the eye.

‘Dada miss, dada miss!’

He chuckles. ‘That’s right.’ He walks up to me and says: ‘There is my princess.’

‘Princess momma,’ Declan says.

‘Give me a kiss, sweetheart,’ he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I press a peck on his lips and melt against his frame.

‘It went splendid,’ I say. ‘I actually got to do someone’s hair for an important interview and afterwards, she came back to the salon and told me it went great!’

He smiles. ‘I’m so proud of you.’

After Declan was born, I stayed home for about six months, acclimatizing to being a mom and those sleepless nights. It was hard, I cried a lot and I was very scared. I think I hung on the phone with my mom about seventy percent of the time, while calling Walter the remaining thirty percent. I have adjusted pretty okayish, especially when Walter went to work, made sure I have nothing to worry about.

No stress, providing for the two of us as much as he can and Declan and I sure are lucky that Walter is the love of my life.

My parents helped me financially to go to cosmetology school, which was an absolute blast. It was around fifteen minutes from my place and Declan was always allowed to come with me.

He sure wrapped everyone around his fingers with no issue at all.

While Walter still is that grumpy detective he was when I met him outside of our house, he changes into a big fluffy ball, shaped like a human the second the front door closes. No matter how tired he was, how long his shift was, he pushes it aside to take care of his family.

We walk inside of our place and I tell him: ‘I made dinner.’

While I’m not a world class chef, I do manage to make some decent meals, especially because I wanted to make Declan’s baby food, since my mom raised me with that as well (though I was no saint and had jars as well stored in my kitchen, just in case).

‘Princess, I’m so lucky to have you,’ Walter says. Once we’re inside, he places Declan in the high chair and scoots his own chair closer to it, a silent message that he will help Declan eat today. ‘Okay, little fella,’ Walter says, ‘you gonna be a good boy and not spill the food over me?’

Declan nods. ‘Deccie, good boy.’

I give Walter a kiss, after placing his plate and Declan’s in front of him. ‘He has been such a good boy at the salon today, so it’ll go great, I’m sure.’

After I sit across Walter, he asks about my day. From the looks of it, he had a rough one. Thankfully enough happened at the salon today for me to talk about. While we’re still working on improving him sharing more details, but I kinda understand. With Declan repeating a lot of words recently, we get a little bit more careful with what we’re saying.

After Dinner, Walter and I curl up on the couch after Walter changed into something more comfortable. Declan places his head on my chest, his eyelids growing heavier before he stretches out his hand to place on Walter’s chest.

I nuzzle against Walter’s side.

‘He is so cute,’ Walter notes.

I smile. ‘He sure is. He has your curls.’

‘But your pout and eyes. How can I ever say no to this kid?’

I shake my head. ‘You can’t, honey. I tried it today and it was the hardest thing in my life.’

He starts to chuckle softly. ‘You got nothing to do tomorrow?’

‘No, why?’

‘Can you come down the precinct? I wanna show off the two of you.’

I smile. ‘Oh my goodness, you are so predictable. Of course, I can come by. Maybe I’ll even steal some of my mom’s cookies, tell them I baked them.’

He chuckles. ‘Oh, you shouldn’t be lying when at the police.’

Declan stretches himself and whines a little bit. ‘Momma,’ he says, looking up to see me.

‘Oh, I think someone is really tired,’ I say. ‘You wanna go to bed?’

He nods. ‘Deccie tired.’

‘That’s what I thought.’

‘Here, sweetheart, I’ll do it. You relax, okay?’ Walter stands up and after I gave Declan a kiss, Walter lifts him up and carries the tired little one up the stairs.

I watch my big buff boyfriend walk back into the living room and he places the baby monitor in front of us, before he sits back on the couch. That monitor basically is glued to Walter’s hand as he always checks up on his boy. I thought I would be the parent that worries the most, however Walter puts me to shame.

The two of them are as thick as thieves and it makes me so grateful that we have a son together.

‘How was work today?’ I ask him.

He shrugs. ‘There was a dad who left his kids in the car,’ he says, ‘in the burning sun, before literally running away. Took us two hours before we found him.’

‘Oh no.’

‘Yeah, it was painful. The kids are gonna be okay, but… It reminds me that Declan is a really lucky kid.’

‘Do those kids have someone to go to?’

‘Yeah, an aunt,’ Walter says, rubbing his face. ‘Come here, princess.’

I wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on his lips. ‘I missed you.’

Walter smiles. ‘I missed you too. You have no idea how much it means to me to see you two in the yard, waiting for me. Especially after a shitty day like this one.’

‘You know you can always call me,’ I say. ‘Really, I always want to listen to you. You before anyone else, okay?’

He nods. ‘Have I already told you today that you are a very amazing mother and how lucky I am?’

I shake my head. ‘Nope, not today.’

He pulls me on his lap and gives me a peck on my forehead. ‘Just everything you do and say to him… It’s like you always know exactly what to do and you stay so patient and kind.’

‘Oh, Walter, that’s too sweet. I can guarantee: it’s all because you stayed—or at least pretended—to stay calm. Had you not done that, I would absolutely freaked out every time Declan had a funny breathing.’ I ruffle through his hairs and ask: ‘Have I been good to you as well?’

‘What kind of question is that? Of course you have. I’m so lucky that I have you and you and I have a family. There is no one else in the world I would rather have with me for important events.’ He places his hand on my sides, pushing up my shirt. ‘Give me a kiss, princess.’

I willingly oblige and press my lips on his. ‘I love you, Walter.’

‘Oh, I love you too. I want your honest opinion and really be honest, okay?’

‘Okay,’ I chuckle.

‘What do you say if you and I have another one?’

‘Another what?’

‘Kid.’

My eyes widen. ‘Really?’ I ask. He actually wants another kid with me? I mean, I always figured we would have more than one kid, but that would be in the future a little bit further away.

But already another one?

‘Yeah and I mean, if you’re not ready, then I totally understand and I won’t bring it up until you are ready, but I personally would love it.’ He smiles and adds: ‘I mean, two of the most beautiful babies running around here? Together with my beautiful girlfriend, who I’ll make my wife someday?’

I should not be squealing, yet I totally do. ‘Walter, honey,’ I say with a chuckle. ‘I’d love to have another baby with you.’

He starts to smile even wider. ‘Really?’

‘Yes, really. I’d love for Declan to have a few brothers and sisters.’

‘A few? How many you thinking about?’

‘I don’t know. How about three kids? Or four?’

He starts to laugh. ‘Then you and I better get some practice in with some baby making,’ he chuckles. ‘Because this time it’s not gonna be an accident.’

I slap him across his chest. ‘Walter, what did I say about that word?’

‘Oh, right right.’ He gives me a kiss and says: ‘Declan wasn’t an accident, he was our surprise baby. Forgot.’

I place my forehead against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. ‘Forever and ever, right?’

‘Forever and ever.’

[notveryglittery]

a walk in the park (2)

summary: “It was almost too good to be true. I’d never find another pair like that, not if I looked for a hundred years.” ships: romantic royality, platonic moxiety. platonic logince, eventual romantic analogical. platonic lamp. / words: 2,100 notes: another shout out to @euelioi because this au would not exist without them!!! hope y’all like this chapter :3  @fandersfic-royality @fandersfic-moxiety | read on ao3

ch. 1 | ch. 2

It was nearing the end of the day and Patton was practically vibrating in his chair. Mrs. Dungey had stopped by an hour ago to pick up Madison and Virgil had brought her out personally. He never failed to do so and Patton thought it adorable, Virgil’s obvious favoritism. It worked out just fine, though, since Mrs. Dungey was partial to Virgil as well. There were only six daycare dogs left to be picked up, four of which belonged to Roman Sanders.

Patton sighed.

He couldn’t help it, okay! Roman was just so charming and kind! He loved his pets so much which meant he probably loved just as wholly in every other way! Patton had officially been working at the front desk of Foster Dawg for six months. For the first half of the year, he had been in the back with Virgil. They’d taken care of the dogs, whether they were there for the day, or boarding for a few days longer. Just because Patton’s family owned the business didn’t mean that he could automatically get the position he wanted. He’d been okay with that; it meant more time spent with his best friend and all the cute dogs. Besides, it was important for him to understand every job at the daycare!

The first time he met Roman Sanders was a Thursday. Patton was full on sweets from Porto’s and he knew he had Jeopardy to look forward to that night with his parents. It had been his first time handling the four dogs left by the youngest Sanders son and Patton was immediately smitten with them. The husky, Walt, knew lots of tricks; the British golden, Shadow, was the sleepiest of good boys; the pompoodle, Cooper, loved to play; the corgi, Einstein, was incredibly well behaved. He was almost sad to see them go but Virgil, who was getting the hang of this job much more quickly than Patton was, had promised they’d be back another day.

With Virgil leading Shadow and Cooper out, Patton took up the rear with Walt and Einstein. A voice rang out from the lobby.

“My babies!!!” it screeched and quite suddenly, Patton was being dragged forward by the husky. Virgil had similar issues with the pompoodle; again, he was better at this than Patton was, and managed to reign the canine in with ease. Patton, however, went stumbling forward. He lost his grip on the corgi’s leash but he apparently had too good a hold on Walt’s. He braced for impact, expecting to slam face first into the tiled floor, but instead…

“I’m so sorry!” the voice was saying this time, full of laughter and embarrassment. “I just get so excited seeing them after being apart for so long and…”

Wide blue met shining green.

Patton was fiercely aware of the hands gripping his forearms, keeping him from falling over. Eager barking was the first thing he heard, followed quickly by his name. He blinked and shook his head, pulling away.

“Patton!” Virgil was saying, tone thick with worry, “are you okay?!”

“I’m okay…” He heard himself answer, gaze still locked with the owner of the dogs Patton had so quickly fell in love with… He wondered if that had anything to do with the butterflies in his stomach…

“Pardon me,” Virgil said, angrily. He hooked an arm around Patton’s elbow and put some distance between the pair. “You really should be more careful.” He shoved over the leashes for Shadow and Cooper, rather unceremoniously.

That seemed to snap the other out of it.

“Of course!” He exclaimed, distractedly patting the top of Walt’s head.

“My sincerest apologies,” he offered to Patton. His paperwork and payment had already been taken care of by their receptionist. He retrieved Einstein’s leash from the floor. The last one was Walt’s, still held firmly in Patton’s hand.

“I suppose I’ll just… be on my way then…” It felt like something out of a movie, Patton would tell Virgil later on. It was like slow motion, their hands meeting to exchange the leash. Their fingertips brushed. Patton felt sparks.

“… tton…”

A dazzling smile spread across his face.

“I’m Roman,” he said, with far less grandeur than the last few minutes, but just as genuine. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His voice was eager and curious and Patton hoped he wasn’t imagining it.

“Patton?”

Virgil scoffed, rolling his eyes. It was hardly how he should be treating a customer but this was why he worked in the back. “Yeah, real nice. He almost cracked his skull open.” He was gripping Patton���s elbow now and Patton could feel the nervous energy radiating off of his best friend.

“See you tomorrow,” Virgil snapped, tugging Patton towards the back and away from Roman. Patton, far too awestruck to do much else, gave Roman a tiny wave and a shy smile.

“Alright, Space Cadet, I know you’re head over heels, but come on…” A hand landed on his shoulder and shook him out of it.

“Forty two!” Patton shouted, jolting out of his seat.

Virgil jerked back, surprised. “Really? Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?”

Patton pouted at him. “We watched it last night!”

Virgil grinned, fond and exasperated. “He’s gonna be here, like, any minute. You good?”

Patton nodded fervently.

“How…” He hesitated but Virgil’s patient expression spurred him on. “Do I look okay?” He patted his hair, as if it would be that easy a fix.

Virgil frowned. “If he doesn’t think you’re the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on regardless of how you look, then I’ll kick his ass myself.” Still, he reached forward and ruffled Patton’s hair until it wasn’t sticking up in the back anymore. There was always that one stubborn cowlick…

“Language,” Patton scolded.

Virgil snickered. “I’ll go get the babies ready.”

Patton needlessly shuffled some papers around while he waited. The last six months had been spent at the desk. Their receptionist was traveling abroad for the summer and they’d hired enough employees to help Virgil in the back for Patton to move up front. It offered him far more opportunities to interact with Roman Sanders. There was a whole lot less accidental hand brushing, unfortunately, but a whole lot more eye contact made up for it. Sometimes his brother Declan dropped the dogs off, but Roman never failed to be the one to pick them up.

The clock in the lobby struck 6pm and a pretty red car pulled into the parking lot.

Patton sat up straighter and resisted the urge to mess with his hair. He pretended he wasn’t watching as Roman’s seat belt got stuck when he tried to close the door. He pretended to be hard at work when Roman sauntered in. He pretended he wasn’t internally screaming.

“Good evening!” Roman greeted him, coming to a stop in front of the desk.

Patton looked up from the file he hadn’t actually been reading. “Hi!” he chirped in response.

Roman dug into his messenger bag for his paperwork. “Did my darlings behave today? I know my brother had to drop them off this morning and I always worry his foul mood will get to them…” He set the pink sheet of paper down on the desk.

“Oh, they were perfect, as always!” Patton said, retrieving his own copies of the paperwork.

“Speaking of Declan…” Patton began, only slightly awkwardly. “He said you had an audition…?” He repeated the very same motion as earlier, tucking a strand of hair that was not actually loose behind his ear.

Roman, who had been in the middle of taking money from his wallet, froze. He stared at Patton for a few seconds, apparently stunned. Patton tried to backtrack, feeling foolish.

“Sorry!” he squeaked, waving his hands. “I know, it’s none of my business! You don’t have to tell me! I hope you did well, though?" This was not going well, oh gosh, wrap it up, Patton! "It’s okay if you didn’t! There’s always next time! They’re going to regret it, though, if they said no to you! I mean, you’re… y’know…!” He gestured vaguely at Roman.

Roman caught Patton’s hand in his own. “I’m…?” He asked gently.

“Y—yeah,” Patton’s voice pitched, somehow, even higher.

Patton wasn’t sure how much longer they stayed like that for. They were interrupted by a door opening and a voice groaning. Patton ripped his hand from Roman’s and spun towards the sound. Virgil looked thoroughly irked.

“I swear, you two…” he mumbled.

“Oh!!!” Roman squealed. He knelt down and patted his knees, opening his arms wide.

“Wait, no,” Virgil realized a second before the impending disaster struck.

“Come to me, my dear ones!!”

The dogs lunged towards Roman, yipping excitedly. Clearly, they were feeling some type of way over not having spent more time with him that morning. Virgil was good but he wasn’t good enough to get four dogs to heel. Before they could take him much farther, he dropped their leashes completely, and stumbled to a stop, catching himself on the desk. He and Patton watched as Roman was knocked over by Walt and Shadow. He fell over onto his back, laughing while Cooper and Einstein danced around his head and feet. Patton cooed at the sight.

“I can’t deal with this,” Virgil announced, turning and stalking out of the lobby.

Patton came around the desk and picked up the leashes for the pompoodle and the corgi.

“Roman?” he prompted carefully. Roman struggled to sit up with his dogs attacking him so affectionately, but he managed.

“I apologize,” he said between giggles. He clambered to his feet, grabbing Walt and Shadow’s leashes as he did so. Patton handed over Cooper and Einstein’s leashes as well; he swore electricity sparked where their fingers brushed. “I didn’t even get to give them goodbye kisses this morning, I was in such a hurry…”

Patton’s mind blanked on the word kisses.

He continued on autopilot, taking Roman’s payment, and filing the papers away. Roman was smiling at him, hesitant and shy and so unlike Patton had ever seen him before. He started paying attention just as Roman spoke.

“I’m… glad I got to see you today.” His voice was soft.

Patton, somehow, managed to not melt right then and there. “I’m glad I got to see you, too!” He fluttered his hands a bit before dropping them and clasping them together behind the counter.

Roman looked like he was ready to say something else when his phone rang. It was the Bill Nye, the Science Guy theme song. Patton giggled. Roman never once tore his gaze from Patton as he fumbled for his phone. He finally answered the call but he looked disgruntled as he brought the phone to his ear.

“Yeah, Lo?”

Patton’s heart sunk a little. He wished Roman had a nickname for him…

“I just picked them all up!” He paused, nodding.

“Yeah,” he held a finger up, as if asking Patton to wait a moment, before turning away. He, somehow, kept hold of all four leashes in one hand. Patton wondered how long he’d had so many dogs to be so good at keeping track of them. He tried to ignore Roman’s half of the conversation, not wanting to eavesdrop. Roman was, by nature, a loud person, though, and so it was kind of difficult.

“Uh huh… I can be over in half an hour… Are you sure?… Oh! Okay, fifteen minutes… Yeah, yeah, I’ll follow all traffic laws and speed limits, whatever… See you in a bit.”

Roman hung up and sighed. He carded a hand through his hair and Patton swooned at the sight. He composed himself just as Roman faced him again.

“Is everything okay?” Patton asked.

“Maybe,” Roman answered honestly, running his thumb across the phone screen. He looked a little put out and Patton just wanted to reach across the desk, and hold his hand, and reassure him that everything would be alright, and…

“... I’m sure it’ll be okay,” Roman was saying and Patton internally scolded himself for spacing out.

For a minute, they both stood still, on either side of the desk, staring at each other. Patton might have just died on the spot if he had to look into those pretty green eyes any longer and, apparently, Roman’s dogs could tell. They decided all at once to start squirming impatiently.

“Yes, yes, sweeties,” Roman exclaimed, as if simply that would appease them. “We’re going, we’re going—”

He gave Patton one last smile before turning and leaving. The very second Roman was pulling out of the parking lot, Patton pivoted away from the door, and screamed into his hands.

[et-dracones]

The Trevelyan’s (Reference Post)

Because I’m really slow at finishing my muses page, but I also really want to use my Trevelyan OCs more, this is a quick bio post about them. Though they all have their own in-game path, my personal Trevelyan’s are all actually siblings within a single verse. Each still has their own personal stories and experiences, and separate verses where they are the inquisitor (though in the main verse, Evelyn is the Inquisitor while her siblings all help the inquisition in some way. This post will have the basics for that main verse with Evelyn, including how her siblings help.) Because of length, its all under the cut. 

Gabriel

Gabriel Trevelyan is the oldest child of Bann Trevelyan and his wife. As the oldest, Gabriel is set to be the heir of the family’s fortune and lands. He is trained as a warrior and has a preference for two-handed weapons - specifically greatswords, though a battle-axe will do in a pinch. Though he tends to take risks in battle, they are nearly always calculated and he is rarely impulsive. Even off the battlefield, everything he does is carefully thought out. He is extremely loyal to his family and especially to his young siblings, who he would give even his own life for. 

When his little sister became Inquisitor his parents had to stop him from running off immediately to join her. Though they allowed their other children to join nearly right away (including their youngest two), they were worried about sending their oldest off due to fear of losing the family’s heir. Eventually, however, he joined as part of Cullen’s forces.

Gabriel is a romantic though not a flirt. While he would consider himself pansexual he does have a strong preference for women. Once someone catches his eye, he prefers to attempt to “court” them rather than make advances too soon. He is generally very quiet and prefers to listen to others speak rather than talk himself. Despite this, he is a capable commander in battle and his men trust him completely. His age for main verse is around 30.

Gabriel’s faceclaim is Bradley James.

Maxwell

Maxwell is a the second Trevelyan son, and a mage from the Ostwick circle where he was an Enchanter, soon to be Senior Enchanter had the circle not fallen. Though he hated being confined to the tower, Max was still the perfect image of what the Chantry wanted a mage to be - when the Templars and First Enchanter were looking anyway. When their backs were turned, however, he could often be found helping to promote the mage rebellion as it began, and training his other mages from combat in case it ever came to that. He and his brother also had love of pranks and they often pranked the Templars and some of the senior enchanters growing up.

All of Max’s promotion of the mage rebellion quickly ended with the death of Senior Enchanter Lydia. She had been his mentor since he had first come to the circle as a small boy, and had been the one to raise him. Though his parents had made arrangements for he and his brother to come home regularly, he never saw his own mother as such. Instead he considered Lydia more of a mother to him, and he took her death hard. When the circle fell he attempted to remain, to help keep order among those who had not fled yet. Once the Templars started killing the remaining mages, he fled home and then soon after chose to join the Inquisition his sister was now leading. Though he objected to his sister siding with the rebels, he still worked alongside them to help close the breach and to fight their new enemy.

Maxwell tends to have a sarcastic personality, turned slightly aggressive after recent events in his life. He is still very sympathetic towards other mages despite everything, and can see how desperate they had all been - and in many cases, still are. He is also a huge flirt who is used to casual flings instead of true relationships. He is not opposed to a relationship, however. Max is gay. His age for main verse is around 27.

Technically, he has two faceclaims. Valery K best fits my image of Maxwell, but because there are so few images of him, I will also be using Harry Loyd (as Viserys Tagaryan from Game of Thrones, specifically).

Evelyn

As the middle child of Bann Trevelyan, Evelyn was destined to a life in the Chantry. Her family had originally intended her and her twin brother to join the Chantry in some form by the time they reached adulthood. Everett, Evelyn’s twin, began showing magic like his older brother, however, and was instead sent to the Ostwick circle. Evelyn stayed at home and though she did some work for the Chantry and briefly considered becoming an initiate, she never took her vows. When the Divine held the Conclave, Evelyn was sent on her family’s behalf. As one who had been raised as a devout Andrastian, she believed wholeheartedly that it was divine intervention which allowed her to survive the events that took place there.

As an Inquisitor, she continued to let her faith guide her in her leadership. Having her siblings by her side once more only increased her desire to make things better for all of Thedas. Her specialty is with dual-wielded daggers and she tends to be a force of nature with them. She chose to train as an assassin. 

In terms of personality, Evelyn is a very outgoing woman. She tends to be friendly with everyone, and tries to please people whenever possible. Eve also enjoys having fun, and like her older brother tends to be rather sarcastic (though in a far more pleasant way than Maxwell). She is also a flirt as well, though greatly prefers to have a steady relationship with someone she cares deeply for. She is bisexual, with slight leanings towards women. Age for main verse is around 25.

Her faceclaim is Natalie Dormer.

Everett

As a child, before he showed signs of magic, Everett Trevelyan was determined to become a Templar. He had several older cousins in the order and he liked playing soldier withe Evelyn and Gabriel. When he was seven, it became clear that he wouldn’t get to live out that dream as he was sent to train in the circle. It was here that he learned how badly the Templars actually treated mages, and quickly came to hate the order. The only comfort he took in the circle was that Maxwell was there with him, and that they were able to go home so he could see Evelyn. 

While Maxwell quickly changed his mind about the rebellion, Everett never did. If it hadn’t been for Maxwell talking him out of it, he would have joined the rebels. Instead his path from then on was very similar to his brothers. He went back home for a brief time before joining his sister with the inquisition. When she chose to side with the Mages, he supported her wholeheartedly and helped the mages integrate into the Inquisition. 

Everett’s personality is similar to his twin’s. He tends to joke, and likes to play pranks on the people at skyhold - especially his siblings. He also has a tendency to be a bit impulsive, constantly doing things that freak out his siblings. (i.e., rushing into battle before others, refusing to take the stairs, constantly getting injured.) Though not much for flirting or romance, he tends to be very charming. He also has a tendency to act as a parental figure, most of the time without meaning to at all. As far as his siblings go, hes very affectionate towards them and also rather protective, despite how much he enjoys driving them nuts. He is heterosexual, and his age is 25.

His faceclaim is Drew Van Acker.

Persephone

Persephone Trevelyan is often referred to by her siblings as “Sunshine.” Despite not being the youngest child, her family still sometimes treated her as if she were. When she first suggested to her father that she wanted to leave the Free Marches and run off to Fereldan to help fight with the Inquistion, he was ready to lock her in her room for fear of her getting hurt. She eventually convinced him and traveled to Haven with her older brothers. 

Like her sister, she is a rogue though she prefers archery. She does still wield daggers regularly but is much more proficient with the bow. Even when things are chaotic and dangerous, she nearly always has a smile on her face. Persephone tends to be the voice of reason among her siblings and tries to keep the peace whenever their’s arguing. She also tends to have a habit of obsessively cleaning when she’s nervous, which in the wake of Corypheus is fairly often. 

Persephone tends to be very nurturing and motherly. She can often be found with the surgeons and healers, helping to bandage the wounded and tending to the sick. If anyone seems to be having a bad day or a hard time with anything, she tries her best to do something to make them smile or laugh, even if its just something small. She tends to recruit Everett to help her with that when it’s necessary. Persephone is a lesbian, and her age is around 20.

Her faceclaim is Maisie Williams.

Declan and Claire

The youngest of the Trevelyan children are the 19 year old twins: Declan and Claire. While their other siblings all joined before the breach was sealed, Declan and Claire didn’t arrive until long after the Inquisition had reached Skyhold. This was due mostly from their mother refusing to let Claire go, and Declan refusing to leave without her.

Declan joined the Templar order at a young age. He quickly excelled in his training and by the time the Chantry fell, he was ready to take his vows. After word spread about what happened at he Conclave, and his sister informing him of the Lord Seeker’s withdraw, he decided against joining the order and returned home. He is a warrior, trained with sword and shield.

Most of Lady Trevelyan’s issue with allowing her youngest child to join the Inquisition was her plan to marry Claire off to a nobleman. Had Claire gone, it would have been possible that the arranged marriage would be jeopardized. She also had always wanted Claire to be a proper lady, unlike her sisters who had always preferred what their mother referred to as “boyish activities.” Claire is a also a mage, having just passed her Harrowing before the circle fell, and was trained at the circle as well though she spent more time at home than either of her brothers did. Despite this, she almost didn’t make it out of the tower when the Templars began attacking. She was luckily saved by Maxwell and manged to make it back home in one piece. 

Both Declan and Claire are very snarky, but also very compassionate towards those they care about. They tend to keep to themselves and strongly dislike being separated for long periods of time, after having been for so long with their individual trainings. Declan serves the Inquisition as a soldier, while Claire works mostly as a healer. They are both straight and they are 19.

Declan’s faceclaim is Lucky Blue Smith, and Claire’s is Pyper Smith.