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Whispers of the Heart

Solas//Lavellan

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Note: Happy (late) New Year!! I wanted to play on the idea of how Lavellan would’ve reacted during the “Save Clan Lavellan” quest. Enjoy! ★彡

“So… you talked about your feelings with a wolf?”

“Yes–well, not exactly. Solas said it could’ve been a spirit–”

“Inky let me give you some advice that no one has the bloody guts to tell you,” Sera leans in and whispers into Lavellan’s ear, “If you’re starting to talk to wolves about your…feelings, then you’ve absolutely lost it.”

It had been only a few days since they arrived at Skyhold and they were already planning their next expedition into Crestwood. According to Varric’s friend, Hawke, they were to meet a Warden ally of theirs. As to who this ally was, Hawke refused to say. Until then, Lavellan decided to meet Sera at the bar in The Herald’s Rest; after all, it had been a while since they had seen each other. Lavellan missed Sera’s chaos.

“You always know the right words to say to make me feel better, don’t you Sera?” Lavellan bumps into Sera’s shoulder jokingly, taking a swig of ale.

“If I’m the one who doesn’t do it, who will? Otherwise all the praise of being the ‘Herald of Andraste’ will get to your head. Then who will save us from Coryphy–whatever–while you’re too busy getting your ass kissed?” The sound of their laughter fills the air. As they continued reminiscing, someone cleared their throat behind them.

“Inquisitor Lavellan, Ambassador Montiliet sent me to remind you of the upcoming meeting,” a soldier states, saluting.

“Thank you, I will head over shortly,” Lavellan states, giving a small smile to the soldier. As the soldier takes his leave, Lavellan turns back towards the bar and chugs down her drink.

“Someone looks excited to go back to work,” Sera giggles.

“Shut up.”

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Staring at the intricate etching on the oak door, she can hear the ambassadors talking on the other side. Lavellan feels a heavy weight in her chest. In that room, at that table, choices are made that impact the lives of thousands across Thedas. Taking a deep breath in, she opens the door.

“—our forces are spread thin across Thedas. We need to start building more fortifications across Ferelden and start recruiting more soldiers. Otherwise, we may not have an army when the time comes to fight Corypheus,” a sigh escaped Cullen. He leaned forward, resting both hands on the table’s edge.

“Having a strong military presence won’t solve everything. We are a step ahead because of the Inquisitor’s lead on Empress Celene. If we prioritize espionage from within, we can know our enemies’ moves before they happen,” Leiliana interjects with a calculating gaze.

It wasn’t until Lavellan cleared her throat that they realized that she had arrived. Josephine was the first to break the silence.

“Ah, Inquisitor! How lovely for you to join us. I presume that you’ve enjoyed the last couple of days of rest?” Josephine smiled, her energy juxtaposing the tension in the room.

“Yes Josephine, I–”

“Good, because we have plenty to talk about that requires our immediate attention. Leiliana would you like to start?” Josephine interrupts, quickly writing down notes on her board. As the meeting continued, each advisor brought up current issues that needed to be addressed. From Ferelden to Val Royeux, everyone was in desperate need of help. Lavellan only hoped that there was enough time to save them all.

Hours had passed when the door suddenly opened with a large bang. They all turned towards the door to see an Inquisition soldier, gasping for breath as though he had run for miles.

“What is this? We’re holding a meet–” Cullen started, but was interrupted by the soldier's desperate plea.

“Inquisitor Lavellan. Commander. Please forgive me for this interruption but it’s urgent. It’s the Venatori. They’ve started attacking near the Free Marches,” he wheezes out, still trying to catch his breath.

The soldier looks directly at Lavellan as he says, “Inquisitor, your Clan is in danger”.

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She knew that they wouldn’t understand. How could they possibly ask that she stay here while the people she considered family were dying? Lavellan had faith in her advisors, but not being there during their time of need betrayed a fundamental part of her being.

She decided to wait until late at night to leave; the safest option if she wanted to escape. She packed her things into her backpack and began to dress for her journey. However, a small voice told her to stay. That she was needed here. She didn’t want to think about how long the journey would take her, or the people that she would be leaving behind.

‘To hell with the consequences’ she thought, as she finished tying her shoelaces. Grabbing her backpack, she deftly swung it onto her back. As she opened the doors to her chambers, she looked at the room one last time. A feeling of sadness began to grow in her chest. With a deep breath, she pushed those feelings aside and began to sneak towards the entrance.

The fortress was nearly empty during this time, with only a few soldiers stationed around. Soon, they will leave and a new group of soldiers will replace them. During that window, Lavellan would make her escape.

Hiding within the shadows, minutes passed before the soldiers finally began to leave. Quietly, she began walking towards the front door and reached for the handle.

“Leaving us so soon Inquisitor?” Pressing her forehead against the large door, she sighed, immediately recognizing the voice.

“Ah, Solas. I suppose you’re having trouble sleeping too? I was just about to go on a walk to clear my mind.” She said, turning around to face him. However, one hand stayed fixed on the door handle behind her back.

“Ah. I see. And I can only assume that’s your walking attire?” The curve of his lips did little to conceal the subtle tension in his gaze. He knew exactly what she was doing. There was a pause, neither one seeming to break eye contact. Within the silence, their unspoken words hung heavily in the air.

“Who told you? I didn’t speak to anyone after the meeting,” Lavellan asks, receiving a dry laugh from Solas.

“You underestimate Josephine’s need for idle gossip,” Solas says. Whether or not that was true was irrelevant at the moment, the new guards would be arriving soon and Lavellan should’ve been long gone.

“You know why I have to do this, right? I can’t leave them to face the Venatori alone,” Lavellan said softly. In her mind, she begged him to not say anything. Out of everyone, why did it have to be him? As her thoughts began to cloud her mind, she began to notice that Solas was much closer than he was before.

“Your loyalty to your people is commendable, Inquisitor. But you are allowing emotions to cloud your judgment. To act impulsively by leaving could lead to consequences we cannot foresee,” Solas countered, walking towards her slowly as though she were a wounded animal, yet Lavellan felt a sense of confidence exude him with every step he took.

She grew annoyed at how her heart began to race at the closeness. “I will not risk my people’s safety on uncertainties and maybes,” Lavellan shot back. She refused to lose this fight. “Of course, you wouldn’t understand. How could you? These are the people who raised me. The ones that guided my first steps, instructed me in combat, taught me how to hunt. And it’s their voice that I hear telling me that it would be cowardice of me to hide behind the war table than on the front lines.”

For a split second, Lavellan saw a hint of sadness in Solas’ eyes; but as fast as it came, it vanished, replaced by the familiar veil of stoicism that Solas often wore.

“And what of the people you will be leaving? The ones who gave their lives to the Inquisition? The ones who will surely perish without your ability to close the rifts?” Solas retorted. Lavellan wanted to tell him that she would be back, that her journey was a short one, and that she would be back within the next few days. She could be the Inquisitor and Lavellan…but a large part of her knew that once she was with her clan, she wouldn’t have the heart to leave them again.

Solas’s words lingered in the air, and the silence that followed did nothing to comfort the conflicting loyalties that tugged Lavellan’s heart. “How am I expected to save Thedas if I can’t save my own people?” she cried.

Solas sighed, his gaze searching hers as if seeking the truth behind her words. “Your heart is divided inquisitor. You carry the burden of two worlds, and in doing so, you risk losing both.”

It wasn’t until Solas began to wipe the tears from her cheeks that Lavellan acknowledged she was crying. “I know that you carry the weight of the Inquisition as though the fate of the world rests solely on your shoulders,” he whispers, looking into Lavellan’s eyes. “But you needn’t bear it alone.”

And as their lips began to close in, she believed him.

[askdragonagecompanions]

👀👀 dai romances finding out that the Inquisitor is a vampire...?

Dorian: Dorian first finds out after quite the harrowing battle. No one in the party had walked away unscathed. What truly worried Dorian was that the Inquisitor wouldn’t let any of the healers check his wounds. He just walked away from the battle and kept his nose and mouth covered. He had noticed plenty of odd behavior from the Inquisitor since he joined, even more since he and the Inquisitor started to spend more time together. Honestly? Dorian was just worried about the man. He’d seen the injury when the Inquisitor got it, stabbed right through by one of the Red Templars. Dorian doesn’t know why the Inquisitor won’t let any of the healers help him, but maybe his Amatus will at least let him take a look. When he gets to the Inquisitor’s room he hears things being tossed around and he immediately rushes in thinking that the Inquisitor is being attacked or robbed, or something. What he finds is the Inquisitor rummaging through his room, tossing things aside, clearly looking for something. He’s shirtless, and that’s when Dorian sees it. His side is completely fine, not even a scratch left. Healing magic would have made a scar, but the Inquisitor’s side looks like he wasn’t even touched in battle. Dorian and the Inquisitor look up at each other at the same time. Dorian sees the Inquisitor’s now black eyes and the long fangs in his mouth. For a moment his heart races. He’s heard tale of vampires, but he thought they were all fictional. Sure there were some in Tevinter who insisted Vampires were still out there... Maker it was breathtaking. In hindsight maybe Dorian should have been more scared, but all he could see was the dawning horror on his Amatus’s face having realized that Dorian knew what he truly was. Dorian steps towards him slowly. The Inquisitor makes his vampiric features recede and he looks away. Dorian hugs him from behind and sighs softly, “I’m... guessing you misplaced a vial of blood?” His voice is free of judgement. When the Inquisitor nods Dorian kisses his neck. “And I’m also going to assume you haven’t fed in a while, which was why you avoided the healers and us all day?” Another nod. “Well. I suppose, since we don’t want you losing control I can let you take some of mine.” He murmurs. “And don’t worry Amatus, the only thing this changes is that you’ll have to promise to be extra careful when leaving hickeys alright?” And there’s the smile Dorian’s been waiting for. Honestly with ancient Magisters turned Darkspawn and giant tears in the Fade? His Amatus being a vampire isn’t all that strange or terrifying. The Inquisitor has never hurt him, and so Dorian doesn’t fear that he will. He only worries that the Inquisitor isn’t taking proper care of himself. After battles Dorian distracts the other party members so that his amatus can collect blood from the fallen. He also starts asking questions, because he thought vampires would turn to dust in the sunlight. He’s fascinated by what the Inquisitor tells him.

Solas: Solas has known a few vampires in his time. Some are just as bloodthirsty as the tales say they are (but those vampires tend to have been just as bloodthirsty before they were turned), and most were just trying to adjust to their new life style. When Solas woke up he had been under the impression that vampires had all died out over the centuries. It was sad, but with how fearful humans were it wasn’t a surprise that they would have hunted the creatures down. So, when Solas starts to see evidence of a vampire in the midst of the Inquisition he’s quite surprised. It’s just small things, the apothecary starts running low on plants and herbs that Solas knows can be made into an effective salve to keep the sun from turning a vampire into ash. Some people begin to complain about little cuts that appeared out of nowhere. He would have investigated more but things began to grow increasingly stressful. It was on the journey to Skyhold that Solas began to suspect the Inquisitor might be the Vampire he had been noticing about. The longer they traveled the more anxious she seemed to become. She would start dawning more layers, though this could be explained by the cold air of the mountain, but she also looked a little gaunt. He could only assume that the blood she had stored was dwindling and that she was trying to ration it, if she was a vampire of course. It wouldn’t do anyone good if the Inquisitor went into a blood frenzy, so Solas prepared a vial of his own blood. He knew it would be potent enough to keep any vampire satiated for the rest of the journey, and he left it somewhere inconspicuous. A vampire would find it sure enough. Solas watched from a distance and when he saw that the Inquisitor was the one to pick it up it only confirmed his suspicions. His opinion of her didn’t change, in fact he was impressed that she was keeping it hidden so well. What Solas didn’t expect was to fall for the Inquisitor. She had such a brilliant mind, and she was so open to ideas about the Fade and spirits. Solas had been so blindsided that he fell in love before he could steel off his heart. One night they are together the Inquisitor seems more nervous than usual. When she finally speaks up she tells him that she’s a vampire and she starts to ramble but Solas just laughs gently and kisses her. “Ma Vhenan, I already knew.” His voice is soft as he cups her cheek. She looks shocked before replying, “You did? Why didn’t you say anything?” “It simply wasn’t my place, and clearly you were only taking what you needed. What you are doesn’t define you.”

Sera: Okay the only stories Sera knows about vampires is that they’re blood sucking demons who kill their victims by biting into their necks and drinking all the blood. Great for scary stories not for real life. She finds out because the Inquisitor tells her. They had just started getting serious and Sera was really excited, she really liked the Inquisitor. She really felt like she could trust her with everything and that Inky would always have her back. So when the Inquisitor told Sera that she was a vampire, Sera thought she was joking at first. That’s when the Inquisitor showed her the fangs and how her eyes went all creepy and black. Sera... did not handle it well at first. She kind of freaked out because 1. vampires were friggin real and that was really fucking scary and 2. Her inky was one of them? Inky left that night, she looked really sad and Sera felt really guilty. She hadn’t meant to make Inky feel bad, she was just... scared. It took Sera a few weeks to really accept it. Inky only hurt bad people, and she never bit anyone in Skyhold... there weren’t any bloodless bodies being discovered. And Sera was only feeling worse. Inky was giving her space, and the more Sera waited the more she wanted to hang out with Inky again. She really did love the Inquisitor, and as long as she wasn’t going to get all bitey and monstery Sera was pretty sure she could handle it. They talked about it together for a while and finally Sera hugged Inky close because, “I’m sorry... I acted like an ass... I just... i only heard about scary vampires, but... you’re not scary. Not really. You can be, but you’re also bloody amazing and you’re sweet, and you know how to make me feel... really nice and stuff. I’m sorry.” Sera is OK with the fact that Inky’s a vampire, as long as she isn’t hurting enemies and doesn’t drink blood around Sera it should be fine. Sera’s still a little nervous, but she trusts Inky.

Blackwall: Blackwall’s honestly just stumped. He finds out that the Inquisitor is a werewolf after she gets seriously hurt during a fight. He sends the others to go get a healer or something while he stays with the Inquisitor and tries to keep pressure on her wound. What stumps him is that the wound starts closing underneath his hands all on his own. He’s not a mage, and even so a spell wouldn’t work that fast or that clean. The Inquisitor tells him to grab the red vial from her pack and he does. The liquid inside looks suspiciously like blood and she quickly drinks it down. In a matter of seconds she begins to look better and within a few minutes she’s back to normal. Blackwall raised a brow and the Inquisitor sighed and quickly began to explain how she was a vampire, how she only took blood from the enemies they killed in battle, and how she hoped this wouldnt’ change anything about how Blackwall felt about her. Blackwall just gave her a smile and then kissed her, “Inquisitor after everything that’s happened you being a vampire is like the least crazy thing that’s happened alright? You still love me after finding out who I truly am, and honestly this doesn’t change how I feel.” He promises. As long as the blood is in a vial it doesn’t bother Blackwall. He does ask a few questions and while they travel he picks up herbs he knows that can be used to make the salve that will keep her safe from the sun. He also makes sure to remind her, in private of course, to pack enough blood vials if they’re going on a long journey. It’s actually the Inquisitor who’s so surprised that Blackwall’s taking the news so well. 

Iron Bull: He’s had a few run ins with vampires. Nasty creatures if they’ve gone feral from hunger. Honestly Bull’s not one to judge. He figures out that the Inquisitor is a vampire shortly after meeting them. The eyes, the teeth that just look a tad too sharp, on top of the way they always look so nervous when they’re traveling during the day are a dead give away to him. What he does do is keep his eye out for any strange deaths of Inquisition soldiers, but none come along. He knows the Inquisitor must be getting blood from somewhere, or else they would have gone feral by now and Maker that would fucking suck. But he’s pretty sure that’s not going to happen, so he drops the topic. He’s confident that the Inquisitor has their shit under control. The more he gets to know the Inquisitor the more he likes them. They guard themself a bit, only natural, but as the two grow closer Bull finds himself... he cares about them a great deal. The feeling is only solidified after they tell him its okay to save the Chargers. They trust him, they care about how he feels and what’s important to him, and honestly it feels amazing to have someone that close that cares for him like that. He wants to make them feel the same way. Every night they spend together he makes it special. He wants them to relax, to trust him, and afterwards when its just them curled close in bed he smiles. They both know a side of each other that no one else will get to see. It was the night when his Kadan gave him the dragon tooth necklace, they were curled up against Bull’s chest and he was playing with their hair and making sure they were resting when they told him they were a vampire. No wonder they had seemed so worked up all day, they were planning two huge things to admit to Bull. He kissed their neck gently and ran his hand down their side. “I know.” His voice was gentle and he chuckled when they asked how. “Ben Hasrath remember? Besides it wasn’t my place to ask about it Kadan. You weren’t hurting anyone and you still trusted me even knowing I was still working for the Qun. And before you ask, no it doesn’t change anything. You have my heart.” And he kisses them again before smirking a little, “One question, will biting me turn me into a vampire? No? Great.” It’s all about trust really, and Bull would trust his life with the Inquisitor. There’s only a few times that the Inquisitor gets gravely injured during battle, and Bull lets them drink from him. They’re always gentle and only take what they need. He feels a lot closer to them, and he’ll fight anyone that calls his Kadan a monster. 

Cassandra: She has heard of vampires before, yes. Cursed creatures forced to drink blood and dwell in the dark shadows just to survive. She knows they are not demons, but they are dangerous. Cassandra had always been confident that if she saw a vampire she would be able to tell right away. They would have large fangs, black eyes, and unable to step into the sunlight. Besides they were also quite rare, so she never even suspected that the Inquisitor was one. His odd behavior could simply be written off as someone who was squeamish around injuries which wasn’t uncommon at all. She finds out the Inquisitor is a vampire when he tells her. They had started to grow quite close. They weren’t dating yet, but Cassandra was really starting to open up to him, and he was making it very obvious that he wanted to be with her. She was nervous. He said they needed to talk and that never really sounded like it was going to be a positive thing. She frowned when she saw how nervous the Inquisitor looked. For a moment Cassandra thought she had done something that upset him, but then he started to talk. He explained what he was, how he felt she deserved to know before they got serious or anything, and that he’d understand if him being a vampire changed anything for Cassandra. She was stunned at first. This felt like a joke, she wanted to accuse him of making this a joke, or some prank, but the way he was looking at her. He clearly believed that what he was saying to be true. As if seeming to notice she was doubting his statement he showed her his fangs. Cassandra is not proud of how she handled the news. She walked away from him without a word. She needed time to think. The Seekers taught that vampires were monsters, no humanity in them, that they would kill because they enjoyed it and because they needed the blood. She began to go through the reports of every mission, looking for any odd deaths, of corpses drained of all of their blood, but she found none. No one seemed to have been turned either... Cassandra began to realize that she may have overreacted. She still needed to time to sort out her own feelings. It become obvious to her that the Seekers had lied once again, that the Inquisitor wasn’t actually a bloodthirsty killer. He couldn’t control what he was, and he wasn’t killing people and draining them. Eventually she decides that she still has feelings for the Inquisitor and she tells him as such (it’s awkward and she’s blushing because feelings are hard to express). Their relationship has a bit of a slow start, they both need to earn each other’s trust again, but once they do Cassandra feels so stupid for how she acted when he first told her. She makes sure he has enough blood vials, and she makes sure that he always has enough salve before leaving on journeys. She would hate if he turned into ash because he didn’t bring enough.

Cullen: One would think that Cullen would be quite nervous around the Inquisitor once he finds out she’s a vampire, but honestly? It was the opposite. The Inquisitor told him about what she was on a night where he was really struggling with beating his Lyrium addiction, and he had been embarrassed that anyone saw him so vulnerable, let alone the Inquisitor, but there was no judgement in her eyes. She closed the door to his office and began to help him pick up the shattered remains of his phial before sitting next to him. His hands were shaking, so she put hers on top of his. She told him what she was to show him he wasn’t alone. She too had something similar to his addiction, and how much of a struggle it could be sometimes, but that having those feelings didn’t make her weak, or any less of a person. He’s a little surprised at first, a little nervous for just a moment, but it ebbs away. She has done nothing but help people and do her best to save Thedas. Besides shes... she understands what hes going through... kind of. Knowing what she is early on actually helps them grow closer. Cullen opens up a little more and she comforts him and helps him stay strong on the days where it feels impossible to just get out of bed. When Cullen sees the Inquisitor start to get nervous because there are too many people in the room, too much temptation he pulls her out and makes an excuse so that they can be alone, so that she can have a chance to calm down. Sometimes he worries about her, that he’s going to lose her either because someone else found out and took things into their own hands, or because she runs out of her salve... when those worries fog his mind he finds her and murmurs to her so that they can retire to his room. He just needs to hold her close and assure himself that she’s okay, that she’s safe. Whenever she’s away on missions he’s nervous and jittery, but when she comes back safe and sound he relaxes almost immediately. He knows she doesn’t need sleep, but he does appreciate that she will spend the nights with him, just holding him close. It helps keep his nightmares at bay, and she assures him she likes to watch him sleep. 

Josephine: She was very surprised when the Inquisitor told her they were a vampire. For a moment she thought it was just another prank, but they were so nervous it couldn’t be. If she had had to suspect anyone of being a vampire she would have thought Dorian to be one, granted her only knowledge of vampires was based off what she had heard in stories. It is hard for her to wrap her head around it, but in the end she knows the Inquisitor. They haven’t attacked any allies, they haven’t drained anyone of all of their blood, and they are so kind to her. Josie keeps an open mind about it all really and she asks questions just in case. She wants to be prepared if word ever gets out because it would be absolutely awful if people wanted to kill her love just because of what they were. It takes a while for her to get used to it, but once she does it’s really not a big deal to her. Josie treats it like a condition. The Inquisitor just has rare dietary restrictions, a severe allergy to the sun, and doesn’t need sleep. 

[johaerys-writes]

Day Eight: Patching Up

For day 8 of @scharoux‘s @14daysofdalovers, featuring my OC Inky Tristan Trevelyan, @oftachancer‘s OC Inky Aran Trevelyan and Dorian! Set in the as yet untitled Modern AU we’ve been working on :)

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“It’s too tight.”

“It’s supposed to be.”

“Not this tight,” Tristan grunted. “It doesn’t fit.”

“It will if you push a little harder.”

“No, it won’t. I’m telling you, it’s the wrong size.”

Aran glanced at him over the instructions in his hands. He leaned forward, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Hmm. This doesn’t look right.”

“See?” Tristan said, sitting back down on the floor. “I told you it’s the wrong size.”

“Did you use screw A or screw B?”

“Screw B. Like you told me to.”

“No, I didn’t. I said screw A.”

Tristan glared at him, then at the multitude of screws that had come with the unassembled armchair parts. “Aran. You said screw B.”

“No, I didn’t! The instructions were clear; ‘Insert screw A into hole 1 with pozi screwdriver, then tighten until secure’, yeah? I know what I read.”

Tristan huffed in exasperation, rubbing the back of his neck. “Remind me why we are doing this?”

“Because our old armchair broke and we needed a new one?”

“Right. And why did we buy this one, instead of that other one I showed you that would have come pre-assembled?

“What, that plush one with the velvet covering? That cost a blighted fortune!”

“I told you I was happy to pay for it,” Tristan said quietly.

Aran gave him a soft smile, sliding off the couch to sit next to him on the floor. “I know you were. But you won’t be the only one using it. It’s only fair that we all pay for things we use. Besides, Sera and Cole wanted to chip in, too. You know they wouldn’t be able to afford the most expensive armchair in the shop, even if they only paid part of it.”

Tristan sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, mate.” Aran reached up, brushing Tristan’s hair behind his ear. “It was a really pretty chair.”

“It was.”

“Perfect for fucking.”

“That, too.” Tristan smiled mischievously, fingers skimming Aran’s thigh. “Want to test this one out?”

“Was that a serious question?” Aran grinned at him, leaning forward to brush his lips over Tristan’s ear, catching his earlobe between his teeth. “But we’ll have to assemble it first.” He scooted back, reaching for the paper with the instructions once more. “Right. So. Here is the right screw, and… I believe this is the right screwdriver,” he said, pointing inside the toolbox next to Tristan. “After that, we’ll drill a couple holes for the legs, and that’s it! Easy as pie, yeah?”

Tristan nodded half heartedly, picking up the screwdriver. “If you say so.”

After what felt like at least a couple hours, Tristan sat back on his heels, examining his work. “How does it look?” he said, brushing a hint of sweat from his brow.

Aran frowned as he glanced at the armchair before them, then at the picture of the armchair in the instructions. “Is it supposed to tilt this way?” He cocked his head to the side, moving closer. “That leg definitely doesn’t look right.”

“Well,” Tristan said, leaning back on his elbows, “it is what it is. I’m done.”

“Are you?” Aran purred, an indecent smile spreading on his lips. “Done?”

Heat blossomed in Tristan’s chest with the look in his bright blue eyes. He reached out, fingers sliding under his T-shirt as he drew him towards him. “What time is Sera coming back?” he whispered before catching his lips in a kiss.  

“She’ll be staying at Lace’s today. And Cole will be at the library until late,” Aran replied, pulling his T-shirt over his head. Their mouths parted only for a moment before he surged forward again, kissing and licking and nipping at Tristan’s bottom lip. “We have the flat to ourselves all day. We can fuck anywhere we want.”

“We already do that,” Tristan chuckled, pulling at his belt.

“But we won’t have anyone walk in on us like last time, yeah? Lace was red to the tips of her ears after seeing us in the kitchen the other day. Sera was ready to bite my head off. Said she would move in with Lace permanently if we don’t keep it in our pants.”

“Oh.” Tristan frowned, tilting his head up as Aran kissed the underside of his jaw. “She’s one to talk. It’s not like her girlfriends have ever been particularly quiet. Well, except for Lace, that is. Do you know how many nights she has kept me up?”

Aran edged back, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead. “Has she? I’ve never heard a thing.”

“That’s because my room is adjacent to hers, and yours isn’t. The things I’ve heard...” he shuddered. 

Aran grinned. “Nice.”

Tristan rolled his eyes, laughing. “Deviant.”

Aran chuckled as he stood up, pulling Tristan up with him and pushing him towards the armchair. “You have no idea.”

“Actually, I do,” Tristan teased, snaking an arm around Aran’s waist. The plush cushion dipped under his weight as he sat down, Aran sliding on to his lap. Tristan brought his hand up to cup Aran’s neck as they kissed, leaning back on the armchair, leaning, leaning…

“Fuck, what-” Aran managed to gasp before the back of the chair broke with a loud snap and they both rolled on the floor in a tangle of limbs. 

“Bloody fucking hell,” Tristan groaned when Aran landed heavily on his chest, an armrest digging into his back. He glanced at the mess on the floor, huffing in annoyance while Aran trembled with laughter on top of him. “Damn it, Aran, I told you that wasn’t the right screw for that hole!”

Aran pushed himself up, and shot him a toothy grin that made his ruddy flush look even brighter. “I have the right screw for your hole.”

Tristan glared at him for a moment, but Aran’s giddiness was infectious, as always. Tristan eased the armrest from under his back and pulled him down again, smiling against his lips. “You’re incorrigible.” 

“Mm-hm. That’s what you love about me, isn’t it?”

Tristan was just about to tell exactly what he loved about him, and how he planned to show it, when a knock on the door made them both freeze. “Are you expecting someone?” Aran shrugged, giving him a questioning look as he got off him, walking towards the door. “Is that how you’re going to answer the door?”

Aran glanced down at his blue and yellow dinosaur boxers, then swung about on his feet, searching for his jeans. He pulled them on hastily, the tight muscles of his back flexing and rippling under his skin as he hopped along the hallway. Tristan had just finished buttoning his own jeans when a deep, melodic voice sounded from the door. 

“Whatever are you two animals doing?”

Dorian walked inside the living room, Aran in tow. His gaze swept over the broken armchair and the scattered screws and bolts on the floor before settling on Tristan. “Hi.”

Dorian crossed his arms before his chest. “Hello. May I ask in which dark corner of your room you have left your phone again? I’ve been texting you. I finished grading early and thought we could have dinner together, but I guess you have been otherwise engaged.”

“Fuck.” Tristan bit his lip, threading a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry, Dorian. I guess I lost track of time trying to assemble this blighted thing.”

“And being very unsuccessful at it, I assume,” Dorian said, quirking a perfectly groomed brow at him. 

“You… could say that,” Tristan said, shifting on his feet. He stole a glance at Aran, then gave Dorian a small smile. “Perhaps you could help us with it?”

Dorian blinked at him for a moment, then let out a startled laugh. “Help you? Who, me? My dear man, I’ve never had to assemble furniture in my entire life.”

“So what? If anyone can fix this, it’s you,” Aran said. He tugged at Dorian’s arm, giving him a teasing smile. “We’ll make it worth your while.”

Dorian looked from Aran to Tristan, who nodded eagerly. “We will. We promise.”

The Tevinter glanced at both of them for a moment longer, then rolled his eyes and huffed. “Very well, I’ll help you. You seem quite hopeless at this anyway. I’ll need the instruction manual, a screwdriver and a glass of wine. Red, if you have it.”

“On it,” Aran said with a grin, winking at Tristan before running to the kitchen.

**

Tristan stood in front of the armchair, admiring Dorian’s handiwork. It looked good as new, despite the fact that its back had almost snapped in two earlier, and there was definitely no tilt this time. Dorian came to stand beside him to examine his work, rolling down the sleeves of his shirt. 

“Fuckin’ A!” Aran exclaimed, sliding between the two and placing his elbows on their shoulders. “That looks fantastic, mate.”

“Of course it does. I said I’d fix it, didn’t I?” Dorian said. He picked up his glass, then strolled over to the armchair. He sat down, crossing one leg over the other, the wine in his glass swirling. “Well? You said you’d make it worth my while.”

[beebundt]

For the ship thing could you do your inky and Sera and also your lb/cn characters? 🥰

hell yeah!!!

yhine/sera

who’s the cuddler: yhine..... she is big and warm and Yea,  , , .. . but they both cuddle A LOT and she is big spoon

who makes the bed: yhine for sure

who wakes up first: yhine because of inky reasons and has trained themselves to wake up a reasonable time

who has the weird taste in music: oh GOD sera, for sure, she’d be the one to have a weird wide variety of weird shit

who is more protective: both!!!!!!!!!!

who sings in the shower: sera out of tune and always weird songs

who cries during movies: both, yhine definitely doesn’t as much as sera though

who spends the most while out shopping: sera is out of control

who kisses more roughly: sera!!! intense!! loving!! yhine tries to be gentler since she’s so big

who is more dominate: yhine i’d say... but not that dom

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 100000 wait what was the question 

lb/cn ocs!

who’s the cuddler: cn!! lb is more shy and standoffish about it but i know she loves it when cn cuddles her

who makes the bed: lb, much neater!

who wakes up first: lb, the morning is her free time

who has the weird taste in music: cn. Yea. it’s not like crazy but it’s still odd sometimes

who is more protective: lb!! she’s not good at showing her love but she will bite your head off quicker

who sings in the shower: cn hands down

who cries during movies: also cn

who spends the most while out shopping: cn

who kisses more roughly: cn at first but once lb gets less nervous she’s bonkers

who is more dominate: god cn

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 8

[chaotic-good-hawke]

Prompt 1 for any pairing you think it works best for!

Thank you for the prompt, friend!!

Old Hurts, Hela x Sera, 993 words

Read on AO3 here!

The mountains werebeautiful, ice and snow sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun. The sounds from thecourtyard echoing up to the tower, where Hela stood, leaning over the balconyedge, just still, melancholy and bitter sweet memories for company, not able toappreciate the beauty before her.

Everything feltdistant, strange, unreal…

“Hey Inky!” Seraclimbed over the railing, giggling up as she tumbled over the side. “What’cha doingover there? Thought you’d be by earlier to wake me up, we were going to testout that new thingy Dagna made.” Sera bounded over to her, bumping hershoulder.

Hela managed a tiredsmile, sure her eyes were still puffy, she couldn’t find the energy for more,to care more. “Sorry, Sera, I was…distracted I guess.”

“What’s wrong!? Didsome noble nob piss-head say something again? I fix them, whoever it was!” Seradeclared, anger in her eyes.

“No, nothing like that…Ijust feel homesick is all, I guess.” Hela said, turning her head away, to lookback out across, eyes not really focusing on anything.

“For your clan, eh?”Sera leaned in next to her. “What’s wrong, Inky? What’s really wrong? Your faceis all scrunched up and you’ve been crying, you never cry, unless it’s fromlaughing too much. You can tell me, right? Didya get another letter fromFenny-Face?”

Hela looked over atSera’s questioning face, concern and worry lines forming. Hela leaned her headagainst Sera’s shoulder.

“Well…it is the firstyear I’m not with them, not with Fenrir or Deshanna or Mamae or any of them.”She paused, trying to find the words. Sera was uncharacteristically silent,just running her hand through Hela’s hair, calming her. “I realized I forgot,yesterday was the anniversary of my Da’s death. 11 years ago. He meant so muchto me and I just, forgot about him…Uncle Thyrin died the day before he did…Iwas trained to be a Keeper and it is a Keeper’s place to remember and I forgot!”Her voice grew gruffer as she spoke, tears welling up again, unbidden, her knucklesturning white as she gripped the railing of the balcony.

“Oh, Inky.” Sera threwher arms around Hela suddenly and unexpectedly, causing them both to almostfall over. “Tell me. Tell me anything you want to, just don’t go quiet, don’thide away.” She hugged tighter. “I’m not Fenny or anyone else, but you have me,Inky.”

With Sera’s promptingand cuddles, she started speaking, telling her about the lessons her fathertaught her, about the first deer she killed, how proud he had been that she hadaimed true. Hela told her about his laugh, how her father and his brother wouldrecite the old stories together sometimes, singing the old songs with theirdeep baritone voices melding harmony and melody together, making the storiesfeel real, not some dust-y old relic of lost glory. She told her about the timeher Da showed her how to walk unheard and unseen through the forests, listeningfor the hints of nature, and how she used the skills to sneak up on her Uncle Thyrin thevery next day. She told story after story, winding the tales in no real order, justas they came to mind, the whole time Sera commenting and holding her close.

They ended up on thecouch in her room, somehow, Hela’s head resting on Sera’s lap, Sera playingwith her now long hair.

“He sounds real nice,Inky, like people. Guess you got your snerk from someone.” Sera said.

Hela smiled at that. “Deshannaalways said I got my looks from my mamae, but my personality was all Da’s…Imiss them, Sera.”

Hela sighed, turning intowards Sera stomach. “Thank you for listening to me ramble on.”

“Whatever you need,Inky. Well, almost, s’all good isn’t it? You’ve got me and I’ve got you and allthat.” Sera looked down at her hopeful with a lop-sided grin.

Sera, who cared sodeeply, with her own hurts, but always there to make someone smile, to remindthem about the cost, the people that made the Inquisition, the people this wasall for. Sky blue eyes, uneven hair, and an attitude to fill a hall. She wasperfect. Hela might not be the First, she might not be with her clan, but shewasn’t alone, and her Da would want her to move forward, not dwell on the past.

Hela snuggled in close,her mouth right on Sera’s belly. “S’all good.”

Feeling better than shehad, lighter, more connected, she smiled wickedly, and quickly blew a raspberryon Sera’s stomach, causing Sera to sputter and laugh.

“No fair! Oh, you aregoing to get it!” Hela rolled off, picking up a pillow as she went, letting thehaunted memories fade in the background.    

Pillows flew around theroom, papers sent flying and blankets scattered across the floor as they battled.Sera caught her, more than once, tickling her until she was giggling like achild, without a trace of the past sadness, just looking loved and happy.

Hela wiggled away, butit wasn’t long before she was caught again, this time one of the pillowsbursting, sending stray feathers flying, like snow, around the room. Both Seraand Hela paused and then collapsed together on the ground, getting covered in alight dusting of former pillow-stuffing, cackling at the absurdity.

Hela pulled Sera overto her, kissing her through the laughter. “I love you, Sera. What would I dowithout you?”

Sera just kissed herdeeper, and pulled her to the bed, “I don’t know what you would do without me,but I know what I am going to do to you!” She said, pushing Hela onto the mattress,before straddling her. “Get ready for, for…oh just come here you!”

Laughing all the morethrough kisses, Sera pulled her completely from her melancholy, reminding herthat the world moves on and that she was not alone.

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[wolgrahas]

tagged by: @falkreathh thank you!!  sorry for doing this so much later u_u’ tagging: whoever wants to!! (◡‿◡✿) 1. favourite game in the series ok... i don’t know if you already figured it out but my total fave is dao. why? maybe is the nostalgic feelings this game gives me or... i played it so many mcfucking times that i just get this hollow feeling inside my chest when i haven’t played it for weeks... idk. the trespasser dlc was spectacular too and gave my lavellan a lot of personality (what i thought the dai base game lacked, bc it made me feel like my inquisitor was an empty shell with no personality, solas’ romance save the dai base game to me tbqh). but... you can create such complex personalities in dao for your warden, and the relationships are so so realistic. i think (dao) is neat lmao. 

2. how did you discover dragon age? before being a dragon age fan i was a dark souls fan; i breath dark souls, i read dark souls, i ate dark souls, i was quite obsessed with dark souls, and before dark souls i was an obsessed skyrim fan (oNLY SKYRIM, not the previous games ashdgjasdgh) and with skyrim that was the first time i made video game oc's, like... they had such complex personalities and i cannot make complex character now... aNYWAY i'm getting carried away: i knew dragon age bc dai was being lunched and ALL the people i followed reblogged stuff about dai, and then i bought dao and loved it!! 

3. how many times have you played the games? hfgsdjfhsjfshd fffUCKKKK SHITT... alright... many mANY TIMES, but how many times i haven't finished my game?? countless times!! i think i finished fINISHED dao maybe... pls don't laugh at me... 10+ times. yes they are so so so many times, shame on me! shame on my cow! blah blah, but i lOVE dao. da2 maybe.... 3-4 times? and dai 6 times?? it's funny bc i played dao and da2 in many different ways but dai... m8, always the same, fuck you solas sdhfjdshjsdf 4. favourite race to play? qUNARIIIII!!! i lOVE tieflings so.. i obviously love the qunari too, but in the dai the first race i chose was qunari but then i talked to solas and i was like... bITCHHHHH i'm gonna create an elf to romance this egg, and then... my canon inky became an elf lol. and last favourite race are humans... ok don't hate me, it's not bc they are """boring""" or shit like that, it's bc they are the upper-class of thedas and i LOVE the "from zero to hero" trope... so... yeah agfshsdfhj 5. favourite class? mages!! bc i love the lore behind this class, it's fantastic, precisely blood magic. but if i didn't care about this, i would choose archer, tho in the first games it sucked but in dai is pretty cool :^) 6. do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time? as i've said before i have made many different decisions in dao and da2 but in dai are always the same lol 7. go-to adventuring group? origins: alistair/sten, morrigan, zev/leliana da2: aveline, anders, isabela/varric dai: solas, cassandra, cole/sera 8. which of your characters did you put the most thought into? i think prim/anika??(they're the same but one is a human and the other an elf lmaoo), she was my first da oc, and obviously the one i put most thought into bc i uSED to have a lot of creativity some years ago, what a pity my brain is useless now lmao 9. favourite romance? pfffff... solas, alistair, leli and cass!! i think?? idk i gotta play again dai bc i'm not sure :/ 10. have you read any of the comics/books? i've read aLL the books but not the comics :/, i want to read the comics but idk where i could read them online and free (sorry i'm poor lol), so... mi gozo en un pozo lmao 11. if you read them, which was your favourite book? my fav book was "the masked empire"!! patrick weekes is a good writer and i loved the orlesian politics, and i adored seeing these characters in dai! (tho briala was whitewashed lmao) 12. favourite DLCs? obviously: awakening and trespasser. these two dlc's were mcfUCKING AMAZING. i mean, with dao i expected the same quality of the base game, but trespasser was such an excelent and good experience, it gave a lot of insight to our inquisitors and also: sOOULASSSSS, so yep! i mainly lOVED trespasser and i hope weekes guides the team to make a game at least as good as this dlc! (tho, if ea is a greedy bintch this time [as always lol] it doesn't matter how many times the bioware time tries, ea will force them to do a shitty game :/) 13. things that annoy you how viv, anders and sera are written, i mean, i loved anders the first time i played da2 but his personality is obviously written to annoy the fuck outta you, tho i loved how he expressed his ideals freely (tho sometimes he even seemed too traidtional to me about topics like blood magic :/), but sera and viv were a lil harder to befriend and like, and i still don't like much viv, but i love her as a character, y'kno 14. orlais or ferelden? tbh, if i gotta live in one of those two places i would choose ferelden by fAR. but, now, if we're talking about which is more interesting; orlais. 15. templars or mages? like @/blckwall said: all templars are bastards :). i would love if thedas had independent magic schools, that there were no higher representatives or charges, that every village or city had its own magic school, and the crown would be the responsable of manage its needs. i haven't thought much about this so my thoughts are quite vague :/ 16. if you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one? they're from different universes, tho i'd love the idea of all of them being in the same universe, but some worlds states are incompatible with others. 17. what did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc) in dao: barkspawn (i'm extremelly predictable, sorry u_u') 18. have you installed any mods? all my dragon age games are modded as fUCK. i mean, i think dao is the most heavy modded game i have?? (mainly bc i cannot install many mods in skyrim lol) but when i have my gaming computer again i will mod the shit out of dai >:) 19. did your warden want to become a grey warden? prim had been working in the circle her entire live to be in the higher ranks, and then she saw how all her work was lost made her really conflicted: she didn't wanted to leave bc she yearned to be more powerful and make the circle a better place for mages (yep, she's deeply anti-circle bc of her traumatic past), and she was going to die if she refused duncan's offer. even so, she was never sorry for supporting jowan. and, she became the king of ferelden's mistress; she loved him obv, but she could also take some advantage of his power to make the mages and marginalize people's situation better, and gain fortune by that; alistair was well aware about her plans by prim's words herself, but he never objected. altho the main cause prim made alistair king is bc she wanted him to have a good life and not waste it as a grey warden, so... anyway, i got acrried away... this is long af ghdjsdgf 20. hawke’s personality? red mostly, tho he used to be purple/red in the first and begining of the second act :/ 21. did you make matching armor for your companions in inquisition? yes i did!! i lOVED to be fashionable in dragon age instyle!! 22. if your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change? prim : she would have tried to convince jowan and wait some months until she could convince him. also: sometimes she wishes she didn't make alistair king, mostly bc of her daughter (her daughter is the only heir to the throne of ferelden, and basically she doesn't even know that prim is her real mother, mostly bc anora adopted her bc alistair and she couldn't have children), sometimes, in her alone saddest times, thinks how things would have been if alistair was still a grey warden, they would have a happy family and wouldn't even had to hide inofensive stuff like a cheek kiss. but anyway, her duties as a grey warden are more important and doesn't have time to think about it. garrett hawke: he regrets not defending carver, he would have prefered to sacrifice himself instead of any of his siblings. he also regrets going to the deep roads with bethany, letting the grey wardens make her one of them (obv he doesn't know that if he didn't she would have joined the circle lmao). and obv her mother's death... if he had been there, with her mother, he could have done something... :'/ maia: she regrets not being strong enough when that shem tried to hurt her when she was a litte girl, that made her mother kill him to save her bc she was too defenseless, she should have been stronger, that caused her mother and she part ways, because now maia's mother was a criminal and she had more proabilities of getting caught, so maia should go on her way and find the next village, but she found the lavellan clan. she deeply regrets not going after her mother. she also think she was too stupid to not found out the true identity of solas and try to convince him that this world has meaning :'/ 23. do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon? mmmm... no? :/, i like my decisions to have consequences?? 24. are any of your characters based on someone? sahgdashsd pls don't make fun of me but in the first stage of prim's/anika's 'personality creation' was inspired by mother gothel, then she was inspired by...... mikasa ackerman dsfgdjsdf, i'm still inspired by that character tHO i know that shingeki no kyojin is nazi propaganda and i no longer watch that anime lmao. maia is inspired by... a mix of me and rapunzel (from tangled)?? she's basically a shy rapunzel :') 25. who did you leave in the fade? some of you will hate me bc i had to choose between hawke and stroud but i still chose hawke dsfgsdf. m8, hawke is just a 'figure' who isn't widely recognized in thedas, while the grey warden are 394789x more useful, idk i always put myself in the shoes of my characters even if their decisions hurt me (tho, tbqh, i'm not tHAT attached to hawke so this choice was easy lol) 26. favourite mount? royal sixteen!! she's so pretty!! ♡♡♡ thanks for tagging me!! ♡♡

[liaragaming]

OC Interview Meme

I was tagged by @tel-abelas-mofo. I really liked how they put the questions in the form of an interview and decided to do the same. Much more fun that way. I’ve never written Sera before. Not sure I captured her right.

1. Pick an original character! 2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were being interviewed for an article and you were the character/muse 3. Tag people to do the same: @accidental-apostate @imaridraws @rosenrotxiii @cherryblossomaxire @thecopperkidd @just-dread-wolfing @apostatehobolife @dammit--solas @inquisitor-julia (Don’t feel obligated. I just tagged people I thought might have fun with it. Do let me know if you’ve already done it!)

“A chronicler from the Chantry would like to interview you,” Josephine explains.

“Interview me?” asks Inan. “Why?”

“With everything that was lost from Inquisitor Ameridan, the hope is having an official record by the Chantry would prevent such an occurrence happening again.”

The way the Chantry views elves, it seems very likely to her it may one day conveniently lose such a record. After disbanding the Inquisition, she thought she might finally be free of the gesturing and posturing of politics. She gives a bitter laugh at her naivete.

“Josephine, can't I–?” She's tired. It's been a long week. On top of the Exalted Counsel and the Qunari threat, she lost half an arm, and Solas is… well…

“I would not ask if I did not believe it important.” Her eyes simmer with the unspoken apology.

She gives a heavy sigh. “Fine. But I want you to be there.”

“Of course.”

“And… and Cassandra.”

“I will make her aware.”

“And Sera.”

Josephine blanches. “S-Sera?”

Inan stares at her. She doesn't have the energy to explain that if she's going to make it through this, she'll need some damned humor.

“I… as you wish, My Lady.”

They sit in corner a row of bunches outside the Winter Palace. The open air relaxes Inan. She thought she'd be locked in some stuffy room with no means of escape. She feels safer here, like she could run if wanted, though she wouldn't. She wonders if the chronicler chose this location or if Josephine talked him into it.

1. What is your name?

“Inan Lavellan.”

2. No seriously, what is your name?

“I...” Inan pauses, confused. To her left, Sera gives a laugh. “Oh, sure. She has other names. Inky, for one. Tadwinks, for another. She has all kinds of pet names.”

Josephine's eyes widen in horror from where she sits next to the chronicler as she watches him scratch a few notes on Sera's words. But she notices Inan's smile, and bites her tongue.

3. Do you know why you were called that? 

“Well, inan is the elven words for 'eyes,' or more aptly translated as 'windows to the soul.' My eye color is unusual, so… that was the name I was given.”

4. Are you single or taken?

Inan's chest constricts at the question. She has no simple answer to this.

Sera lays a finger on her chin, turning her face. “Or she's taken, aren't you, Tadwinks?” Sera stares into her face like a lover, scooting closer, running her finger down her neck to trace her collar bone.

Inan smiles, fighting hard against the laughter that rolls up inside her.

Josephine stamps her foot. “Strike it out!” she tells the chronicler, who is scribbling.

“But this is important!” he protests. “Ameridan's lady mage was all but forgotten–”

“There will be no record of and no further questions involving the Inquisitor's romantic life.”

“But–”

“Strike it out or this interview is over.”

The chronicler sighs and does what she asks.

5. Do you have any abilities or powers?

“Well, I'm a mage. I… had a Mark on my hand that…” She trails off, her mind goes once again to Solas, to his confession, how he'd kissed her and taken the Anchor away…

Cassandra nudges her shoulder, breaking her from her thoughts.

“Uh…” She rubs her stump of an elbow. “I trained as a Knight Enchanter.” She has no desire to address the topic further.

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Josephine glares at the chronicler, who raises his hands in defense. “It's on their list of questions!”

“Strike it out.”

7. What is your eye color? 

Inan stares at the chronicler. “I'm sitting right in front of you.”

“The Chantry requests that I record your direct answers to avoid any misinformation.”

Inan sighs. “They're blue. But they deepen to purple around the iris. That's what makes them unusual.”

8. How about your hair color?

Another sigh. “Blonde.”

9. Have you any family members?

“My clan is my family.” Who she hasn't seen in three damn years because of this job.

The realization crushes her, and she's grateful that the chronicler doesn't seem to notice and moves on to the next question.

10. I see… what about pets?

“I… uh…” She finds it odd she never thought about having a pet before.

“Me!” says Sera, laying her head in Inan's lap and smiling up at her.

Inan bites her tongue to keep from laughing and strokes Sera's hair.

There is no sound of scratching from the chronicler. Either he's taken Josephine's advice not to record such things, or he's decided to ignore Sera all together.

11. Tell me about something you don’t like.

“Punchy noble piss,” Sera mutters.

“Interviews,” Inan says.

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

She has to think. “Reading… and practicing. Magic or combat.”

“Combat?” asks the chronicler.

Inan holds out her hand, pulling energy from the Fade to form a magical sword within it.

“Ah,” he says.

13. Ever hurt someone before?

Josephine stares at him. “We are – were the Inquisition. What is that question meant to imply?”

The chronicler shakes his head and scratches the question out.

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

Josephine glares.

“Right,” says the chronicler, scratching with his pen. “Right.”

15. What kind of animal are you? 

The chronicler gives a nervous laugh. “I'm sure that got mistranslated somewhere.”

“I'm an elf,” she says. “A Dalish elf. Maybe I should state that officially.”

16. Name one of your worst habits.

Inan hesitates and looks to her friends.

“She can care so much about others,” says Cassandra. “Her friends and the strangers we meet, that she forgets to take care of herself.”

“She can get so serious,” says Sera. “She needs reminding how to relax and have fun.”

“In high stress situations, she can be… rash.” Josephine brings her hand to mouth, uttering a soft “oh” and glancing to the Inquisitor.

Inan smiles back. “All of those sound accurate.”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Inan thinks for a moment. “Everyone. My traveling companions and my advisors. They all have their own strengths, and I wouldn't be sitting here let alone having lea the Inquisition or defeated Coryephus without them. I'm sorry that's not more specific.”

18. Sexual orientation? 

Sera breaks into a fit of high pitched giggles.

“Men,” Inan says simply. “I prefer men.”

19. Do you go to school?

“I was taught by my clan in the ways of magic and Dalish history. When I came to the Inquisition, there was an extensive library to learn more about politics, the arcane, history, and other areas. Josephine could live you a more detailed list if you require it.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids someday? 

“… Maybe?”

21. What are you most afraid of?

The question hits her like a punch to the chest. Inan gasps for air.

She thinks of Solas, of what he's doing, of where his path might lead him, dark roads it terrifies her think about. She takes a shaking breath, a single tear rolling down her face.

“Spiders,” says Sera. “She's afraid of spiders.”

Cassandra grips Inan's shoulder. “Next question.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“Not this,” she tugs at the stuffy Inquisition uniform. “Something simple, casual, low maintenance, with pockets.”

23. Do you love someone?

“Next question,” says Josephine hurriedly.

24. What class are you?

“Um… common? I guess?”

25. How many friends do you have?

“You need a specific number? I had nine regular travel companions and three advisors if you need that for your records. I can give you their names.”

26. Thoughts on pie?

“Pies are delicious… although I prefer cake, chocolate.”

27. Favorite drink?

Dorian Pavus always has excellent recommendations. He left me a Tevinter ale that I have to admit is quite good.

28. What’s your favorite place?

“Skyhold. I'm… going to miss it.”

29. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“A lake. Saltwater burns my face.”

30. Are you interested in anyone?

“No romantic questions!” Josephine reprimands.

31. What’s your bra size?

Josephine gasps. Cassandra's eyes widen. Sera giggles.

Inan tries to keep a straight face. “I don't wear one.”

Sera laughs so hard she falls off the bench.

32. Well, what’s your type?

“No,” says Josephine.

33. And what attracts you?

“I'll just…” says the Chronicler. “Forget that one.”

34. Any fetishes?

Sera gasps with delight.

“No,” says Inan.

“Oh, come on!” Sera pleads. “You'll laugh! You will!”

35. Seme or uke? Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive?

“No,” Inan says again to Sera's insistence.

“Is this really necessary?” Josephine asks.

The chronicler consults their list of questions, skipping to the end.

36. Camping indoor or outdoors?

Inan laughs. “I'm Dalish.”

37. Are you wanting the quiz to end?

“Thank goodness.” She stands from the bench, heading for the stairs and hoping Josephine will forgive her for leaving her to take care of the pleasantries.