#oc: fane lavellan

[merrillshawke]

[emerald-amidst-gold]

A sneaky peeky!

You know, it’s amazing what an extended break from writing can do for you!  It can be a little difficult to get the flow back, but sometimes, it actually helps get your thoughts to translate more clearly. So, here you are, lovelies! A teeny, tiny blurb of my favorite dragon and wolf! :D

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The moment Fane’s expression softened and a tiny sigh slipped past his lips, Solas knew he had won.

“...Okay.”

Solas blinked a bit. He had not been expecting a verbal affirmation, knowing how sensitive the topic of marking was for Fane, but its arrival made his heart quicken a few beats. Without really thinking, he reached up to cup an ivory cheek, his own growing warm whenever his dragon responded with a nuzzle and a kiss into his palm,

“Okay?” Solas whispered with a note of disbelief. It was not that he was doubting, but he wanted to be sure, to know this was what Fane desired as well. It would not be a one-sided decision. It would not.

Fane huffed out a laugh against his palm, nuzzling it once more. Two-toned eyes, the depths jade, the outer ring a brilliant gold, gazed down into his own with utter warmth and utter affection. The look made Solas feel…relieved, and his dragon’s next affirmation held the certainty he was seeking.

“If it’s what you really want, and you’re aware of the risks that go along with it, then…” His dragon’s eyes flickered downwards for a moment, the lids growing heavy as they fixed themselves upon where Solas could feel his pulse fluttering and his voice came forward once more, encased in the deepest of growls, “...I’ll make you mine. Gladly.”

Solas visibly shuddered at both Fane’s words and his voice. In fact, so visceral was the shiver of his spine that he found himself burrowing into his dragon’s front, face aflame and breath short. Fane’s arms wrapped around him immediately, pinning Solas’ form to his own with a tender squeeze. This was…dangerous, but Solas adored it. He had heard his dragon’s pitch and depth many times, but when it was soaked with desire, with want? Oh, that caused his mind to melt, his blood to spark. Not even the knowledge that this act would hurt deterred him. A darker side of him craved the pain, the implication.

And now, he would have it. Consent had been given. Now, all that was needed was initiation.

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This is actually a pretty big milestone in Fane and Solas’ relationship. And one that takes quite a while for them to get to because my dumb, dumb dragon is overprotective. *sighs fondly* 

[spectre-tabris]

oc masterlist

i said i was gonna do this weeks ago and hey look i'm finally getting around to it. do i have a whole in-depth oc page already? yep! is it accessible from the app or mobile site? no idea, but probably not! thus, pinned post.

super basic list because i'm lazy like that. and also because there is, as previously mentioned, more details than anyone probably desires on the actual oc page. any character with an at least mostly completed page is linked below, the rest will get linked as i finish the character write-ups (which is...progressing. slowly).

sorted by source

Baldur's Gate

Myrian Callith - BG1/2/ToB, CN elven thief, romanced Viconia Kalye Despana - BG3, N drow wizard, romanced Gale Avryn - BG3, N elven ranger

Elder Scrolls

Jehenara of House Ravenwatch - ESO, CN Dunmer dragonknight Braithe Delconis - ESO, N Breton necromancer Ailith Dakatti - TESIII/TESIV, N Dunmer

Dragon Age

Kyra Lavellan - DAI, NG mage, romanced Cassandra Rion Lavellan - DAI, LN warrior, romanced Dorian Lex Tabris - DAO, CG rogue, romanced Zevran

OwlCat Games

Rysari - Pathfinder: Kingmaker, NG aasimar ranger, romanced Tristian Dinaeve - Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous, CG human skald, romanced Daeran

Other Video Games

Isadore Chayal - Pillars of Eternity, LG->N moon godlike psyblade Adrienne Shepard - Mass Effect trilogy, NG infiltrator, romanced Kaidan Willow Chrysenfalle - Neverwinter Nights, NG elven ranger Valeria Naeris - Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, N Jedi Sentinel, romanced Bastila

D&D

Heidrun Raskob - NG human wizard, Wildemount campaign Vyr Atenashi - human monk, Jungles of Chult campaign Laena Chayal - NG->CG->CN->NE (my girl had a Journey) elven wizard, Mad God's Chosen campaign Alinore Northbrooke - CG half-elven rogue/paladin, Tyranny of Dragons campaign Fane of the Dawn - NG tabaxi blood hunter, Curse of Strahd campaign Rhya Vulkyne - CG fire genasi wizard/sorcerer, Out of the Abyss campaign Ravi Vasira - NG->N water genasi cleric, Keepers of the Sun campaign Ruani Zehrik - N half-elven warlock, Eleutherian campaign

[emerald-amidst-gold]

*makes freaking dinosaur noises* AW YEEEEEAHHHH! Look at how PERFECT HE IS! *cries* HE’S SO ANGRY! I LOVE IT! Thank you, thank youuuuu! X3

If you're still doing the emoticon doodles, could I request Fane in H8 + palette forest? owo

Here's the boy in all his glory~ X3

I petition to give our resident <s>dragon</s> elf man a break from this bs

[athena1138]

Character Study: Pre-Inquisition

ah shit aight lets do this. i was tagged by @gaymingbinosaur​

#1: Alena Fanellis-Lavellan 

Note: Her answers are based while she’s with the Lavellan clan, so only 3ish years before Inquisition. 

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Silver

Hair Style / Colour: White and crazy curly

Height: 5′5

Clothing Style: Very basic. Usually leather pants and a tunic. Robes only if she’s practicing magic. 

Best Physical Feature:  Her nose. She’s grown into it by now and it suits her so uniquely well. 

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Capture

Guilty Pleasure: Sneaking away from camp to take naps uninterrupted. She’s very tired. 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Thievery. She fought very hard for the things she has. 

Ambitions For The Future:  Living the life she dreamed of in the circle. Free, unrestrained, unafraid. 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Gods not again.”

What They Think About Most: What comes next. What will she do today, what will she do tomorrow, where will she be in a year? Things like that. 

What They Think About Before Bed: Nothing. Or at the very least, that’s what she strives for. Often it’s bad memories. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She doesn’t think about it much, but she knows she’s brave. 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates:

Group. She’s too shy/scared to be alone with someone like that for a while. Growing up surrounded by people will do that to you. 

To Be Loved Or Respected:

Loved. To be seen and known is a beautiful thing. 

Beauty Or Brains:

Brains. She’s not shallow, and she’s very well educated. 

Dogs Or Cats:

Cats.

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Not often. She’s usually very direct, unless she’s afraid of something. (Like, she’ll lie to Templars, for sure.) 

Believe In Themselves: Yes and no. She’s overcome so much in her life but she isn’t sure she can handle much more, especially without the help she had before. 

Believe In Love:.  In theory. Familial and platonic love, absolutely. But romantic? She’s only ever seen it or read about it. 

Want Someone: Not necessarily. People are risky. They come and go so often and many times they’re not good people. If she were to live her life alone, she thinks she’d be ok with that. 

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Once. The Circle had a little fun night once a year for the mages, and one year they put on a play. She had one line and she fucked it up. 

Done Drugs: Yes. 

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No, not really. She’s always been weird. She doesn’t even think she could change if she wanted to. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Orange. The color of the sun setting on the ocean. 

Favourite Animal: She thinks nugs are the bees knees. 

Favourite Book: Anything but a spell tome. Maker, she’s had enough of tomes in her life. She likes funny books, things that can make her laugh and forget herself. 

Favourite Game: Chess. 

Layer 08: Age

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: The 2nd of Umbralis

How old will they be: Ah shit. Um. We’ll say the year before the Conclave which means 9:40. She’ll be............. 27. Yeah.  

Layer 09: I…

I Love: Being in high places.  I Feel: Worried. I Hide: All the time. I Miss: Anders. I Wish: So many things. 

Vikara Lavellan

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Style / Colour: Straight, black, mid-back length

Height: 5′3

Clothing Style: She’s both very fancy and very plain. She wears mostly black but it’s cut very finely to her body. 

Best Physical Feature:  Eyes for sure. 

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Losing herself

Guilty Pleasure: Sneaking desserts and sweets when nobody is looking. 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Superiority complexes. Which is ironic for multiple reasons. 

Ambitions For The Future:  To become her clan’s Keeper. 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Listen to those birds <3 “ 

What They Think About Most: Her training. 

What They Think About Before Bed: She usually reads before bed, so that, but also she’ll think about her day and if she was happy with how it went or not. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s very good at drawing. 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Single. 

To Be Loved Or Respected: Respected. Nobody ever got anywhere being loved. 

Beauty Or Brains: Yes. She appreciates beauty and she appreciates brains, but one without the other is pointless. 

Dogs Or Cats: Dogs. 

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Frequently. Gotta keep people on their toes. 

Believe In Themselves: Absolutely. She’s badass and she knows it. 

Believe In Love:.  Not really. She has more important things to think about. 

Want Someone: Not really. It’d be nice, but again, she’s got more important things. 

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Nah. Not for her. 

Done Drugs: Once. She liked it very much but she’s worried about it becoming a habit. 

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No. The world can adapt to her. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Yellow. 

Favourite Animal: Harts

Favourite Book: She’s very fond of nonfiction and educational books. Her favorites are books that explain the other religions in the world. 

Favourite Game: Hide and seek

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: ah shit. I know I’ve said it before. Um, we’ll say the 1st of Nubulis, the first day of spring. 

How old will they be: 30

Layer 09: I…

I Love: my clan I Feel: anxious I Hide: personal things I Miss: the ocean I Wish: i were more powerful

Asena “Not Actually the Inquisitor” Adaar

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Bluegreen

Hair Style / Colour: Long, black, a mix between coiled and curly

Height: 6′5 without the horns

Clothing Style: If she’s at work, dapper. She dresses up and dresses neatly. If she’s at home, she’s more laid back, just comfortable and casual. 

Best Physical Feature:  Her mascles

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Nothing. She’s not afraid of anything. 

Guilty Pleasure: She doesn’t have any. Pleasure is pleasure, there’s no sense in feeling guilty about it. 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Rudeness, both to her and other people. 

Ambitions For The Future:  Take over the business. 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: Just that she’s gotta get up and get busy. 

What They Think About Most: Her job 

What They Think About Before Bed: Plans for tomorrow, important things that will need doing soon, she should really write to Gemma. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s fearless. 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: She doesn’t date. She fucks. Groups are welcome. 

To Be Loved Or Respected: Feared. Which is respected+ in her mind. 

Beauty Or Brains: Beauty. She doesn’t think she’d ever get attached enough to care about brains. It’s a lot of one night stands for her. That’s not to say she doesn’t care about the women she sleeps with, she just doesn’t get close. 

Dogs Or Cats: Neither, they’re just collateral. 

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: You’d have a harder time picking the truths out of her words than the lies. 

Believe In Themselves: Yes? It’s weird. She doesn’t really... think of herself. She just does. So far she hasn’t failed, so I guess you could say she believes in herself. 

Believe In Love:.  No. 

Want Someone: No. All she needs is good people at her back and Gemma and TIB to be safe and sound. 

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Literally, no. But every interaction in her life is one big show, so metaphorically, always. 

Done Drugs: No. She’s seen what that shit does to people. 

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: Pfft. No. In her line of work? People adapt to HER to fit in. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Purple. 

Favourite Animal: She doesn’t really have one. Sharks are cool, she guesses. 

Favourite Book: She doesn’t have much time for leisure reading but she has a soft spot for dashing lesbian romances. 

Favourite Game: Darts

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: She isn’t sure. 

How old will they be: Again, not sure, but she’s around 28 she reckons. 

Layer 09: I…

I Love: Money I Feel: Disillusioned  I Hide: As much as I have to I Miss: Gemma I Wish: For the safety of my friends

Gemma Cadash

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Purple and blue

Hair Style / Colour: Short bob, straight, deep red

Height: 4′5

Clothing Style: Low-key things. Lots of darker fabrics, hoods, leather armor. 

Best Physical Feature:  Her tattoos are neat. 

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Being forced into things. 

Guilty Pleasure: Every time she breaks into a house, she steals every left shoe she can find. Just because. 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Being talked down to. 

Ambitions For The Future:  She’d like to be able to retire from her life. She loves her job, but she wants to die living comfortably in the countryside somewhere. 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Fuck over” 

What They Think About Most: Gemma? Think? Nah babe, that head’s as empty as a politician’s. She’s very impetuous. 

What They Think About Before Bed: Not much. She falls asleep fairly easily every night. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Her impetuousness often goes in her favor. 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Single. 

To Be Loved Or Respected: Loved. 

Beauty Or Brains: Brains.

Dogs Or Cats: GIVE THEM TO HER

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Yeah, in her line of work it’s hard not to. 

Believe In Themselves:  Sure? She hasn’t fucked up too badly yet so 

Believe In Love:.  She’d like to, but whether or not it’ll come to her, she doesn’t know. 

Want Someone: Most days, yeah. She’s kind of a romantic.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: No

Done Drugs: A few. She’s not a fan. 

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No, she’s pretty stalwart in who she is. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Blue

Favourite Animal: Dragons. Dragons are so fucking cool. 

Favourite Book: She’s not a big reader, but she loves Varric’s cheesy shit. 

Favourite Game: She loves a good drinking game. 

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: She doesn’t know. 

How old will they be: Again, doesn’t know. Early 30s she thinks. 

Layer 09: I…

I Love: the sky I Feel: tired I Hide: nothing I Miss: Asena, Orzammar I Wish: i had a pet dragon 

Madeira Cadash

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Gold/yellow

Hair Style / Colour: Ashy grey cropped short 

Height: 4′8

Clothing Style: Whatever she can find. Often oversized, worn down clothes. She’s not fancy. 

Best Physical Feature:  Those lips though 

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Being alone

Guilty Pleasure: She likes sneaking out at night to drink with the lads 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Unexpected, loud noises.

Ambitions For The Future:  Survive. She doesn’t have plans for anything 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Who the fuck is bothering me?” 

What They Think About Most: Food, honestly. She loves to eat. 

What They Think About Before Bed: She likes to pretend she lives different lives. One night she’s a princess, another she’s a dashing thief, another she has an entire harem of people to love her. Just silly, fanciful ideations. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s pretty funny when she wants to be 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Group. You can learn a lot about a person based on how they interact with others. 

To Be Loved Or Respected: Loved, but that’s also very scary for her. 

Beauty Or Brains: Brawns. She likes toughness. 

Dogs Or Cats: Dogs. The bigger the better. She loves mabaris especially because they can grow to be as tall as she is 

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: When necessary. 

Believe In Themselves: Not really. She dislikes herself more than anything. 

Believe In Love:.  Nah. Love is just a daydream.

Want Someone: Frequently, yes. 

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Yeah. She used to work in an acting troupe once upon a time. 

Done Drugs: Nope.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: When necessary. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Red. 

Favourite Animal: Druffalos. 

Favourite Book: She likes books of a more..... questionable nature. If they have pictures, well all the better. 

Favourite Game: Wicked Grace. 

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: The 21 of Matrinalis. 

How old will they be: 35 (the oldest of them all.) 

Layer 09: I…

I Love: my parents I Feel: bored I Hide: myself I Miss: home I Wish: i had some booze. 

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[the-dreadful-canine]

I posted 1,573 times in 2021

277 posts created (18%)

1296 posts reblogged (82%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 4.7 posts.

I added 1,020 tags in 2021

#dragon age - 249 posts

#solas - 224 posts

#dragon age inquisition - 114 posts

#solavellan - 88 posts

#oc: elizabeth montes - 76 posts

#wip wednesday - 68 posts

#dai - 59 posts

#lavellan - 54 posts

#oc: fane lavellan - 51 posts

#mellan lavellan - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#these two. i love whatever is going on between them. the 🌟 chemistry 🌟 when they simply interact fills up the serotonin tank 😌💖

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Story time: Middle-aged dalish elf and former Inquisitor, who had Solas as his brother from another mother is on his way to kick some good sense into the old wolf's fluffy rear, because you don't abandon family, and he's going to save his brother from himself, even if he has to bring Solas back by the ears like a mabari.

Tempted to call this drawing done because my brain can't stand to look at it for not even one (1) second longer, but I'm determined to at least throw some colors before I give up on it >:v

59 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 23:57:54 GMT

#4

The truth is that with how fcking good game graphics are now, I am simply not going to ✨ survive ✨ the sight of 4K Solas striding in front of me 😫💖

125 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 14:58:57 GMT

#3

On my long list of things I'd love to see in the next Dragon Age

Gifting party members

"Press x button to hug/hold hands/smooch"

Day/night cycle

Proper calling out of Tevinter' shitty slavery system

Dwarf LI

The ability to blow up one (1) Chantry

A mage that won't betray me

135 notes • Posted 2021-07-22 14:23:24 GMT

#2

Blackwall has a dadbod going on under all that armor and I will take no constructive criticism on it.

He soft and very warm and makes a prime cuddle buddy, once you manage to corner and drag him for a nap.

193 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 14:13:48 GMT

#1

But who unflips Fen'Harel ears when they get stuck inside out. He's all alone.

247 notes • Posted 2021-08-04 00:10:37 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

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2019 Writer’s Round-Up

@elveny tagged me in this and I have an equally hard time calculating things like word counts. There was a time when I kept track of it almost religiously but that somehow stopped sometime in 2018. It’s especially useless when writing so many things together - there are chapters by now where I honestly can’t tell anymore who wrote what paragraph. Plus we edit each other... It’s hard! But I’ll try my best. 

tagging @curiousthimble​ @captainderyn​ @tishinada​ @illegiblewords​ @midnightprelude​ @anchanted-one​ @defira85​ and everyone of my followers who is a writer - I always forget someone bc of squirrel brain - please don’t feel excluded and feel free to tag me back

Word count

So this is going to be a bit of an estimate.

I saw from Julie’s post that we have written about 422821 words so far on our long fic - some of it is obsolete by now bc we re-did so much and some of it is in very early planning.

And apparently we’ve written another 134024 words for our DAI OT3 Adriene Hawke/Amara Lavellan/Iron Bull and for the Hawke Twins in Skyhold. We actually had a quite laid out plan for that story and I love what we have so farbut we changed soooo much in den DA2 story and went into different directions with basically all characters that we will have to redo most of this when the time comes... (A reason why we both promised ourselves to write more chronologically - we got tired of rewriting our own stuff constantly...)

On my own I did some AU stories (namely the coffee shop au (10k) to the DA2 story and a crime/spy au (currently 60k) which I have stopped posting bc I need to change something towards the very end and I kinda feel I need to redo more chapters before that slightly as well. It is almost finished though. I guess it has about 4-5k words missing and is on my to-do list for 2020).  I also re-wrote a part of my DAI story, We overcome the night. (Inquisitor/Iron Bull) which is basically a small prequel for that DAI story with elveny. (35k)

Then I started an swtor story that isn’t published yet that sits at 10k

And I dipped my toes into some Dos2 and FFXIV (the latter one isn’t really published yet, also it isn’t done.)

Together with prompts and the fictober bits and small things here or there I think the stuff that I wrote on my own sits at about 200.000 words, give or take. together with the shared stuff I’ve written somewhere between 450.000 and 500.000 words this year in total.

Number of smut scenes

I wanna say “not that many” but then I went an had a look... About 25 - not all of them published yet.And most of them are very story driven, there is only a handful for the smut itself.

New things I tried this year

I went into the realm of Coffee Shop AUs for our DA2 story. And I had loads of fun with it. A follow-up for the DAI characters and a sorta side story for my Warden/Leliana OTP from DAO is loosely planned. Elveny wrote a very sweet roomate au in the same setting. (We can’t even AU on our own!)

I tried out some horror and psychological stuff in our Fictober AU as well as wrote quite a few different characters for the first time.

And I went into totally new fandoms this year, namely Dos2 and FFXIV. Though especially with FFXIV it feels sorta like tip of the iceberg. I will definitely plan and write more for that.)

Favourite thing I wrote this year

This is really hard. Because I am really happy about several things. But a few that I am especially fond of:

This short fic about Fane from Dos2

This chapter from the Fictober AU where I went totally out of character from my own writing both style and topic wise

This little fan-fanfiction I wrote for @elveny ‘s Lyssa (again, experimenting with another style)

Favourite fic I read this year

Family is what you make of it by @elveny - It was so sweet an humorous - I adored every minute of it

The wrong Warden by @curiousthimble - I am still not caught up bc I had a period of about 3 months where I couldn’t concentrate on reading anything but I am more than halfway there and I love this story. The characterisations are so spot on and the dynamics between the characters are wonderful. Not to mention a really great and interesting OC

Moments in time by @captainderyn - LOTRO! One of my very original internet fandoms and her stories and ocs are so damn lovely! It was surprisingly easy to get quite invested into both her ocs - the one shots range from funny and fluffy to sad and there is so much feeling in it.

Stalemate by @illegiblewords - I did not see those feels coming. Especially not with such an absolute rarepair and in a way I never even considered before. Single-handily opened my eyes to an amazing dynamic and just made me yell at my screen with emotions.

Writing goals for 2020

So many... Finally finish the crime au thingy. Write more FFXIV stuff. Continue on Precipice of Change, potentially finish it. (Which will be hard bc I love this universe a lot.) Write the very intense Tranquil AU to that universe. (Parts of it exist already) Write more for DAO. Get better and or consistent with answering prompts. (They are usually so much fun but the right headspace... you know?) Experiment more with style. Write something that makes @elveny either laugh or cry - both fine by me.

Words of Thanks

The most important ones have to go to Julie/elveny - for being my constant writing companion, for being my best friend and overall one of the most amazing people that I know. You encourage me, you give me ideas and you take my own ideas and make them better and I am so happy you are in my life! To many more years together!

Thank you for all the amazing people who beta (or have beated) for me or us. @edencalder @knallbart @curiousthimble and @cornfedcryptid as of late

And special thanks to @anchanted-one for going over something for us and for always leaving encouraging comments and @captainderyn for the really heartfelt feedback

[athena1138]

PIIIIIICRRREEEEEEEEWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! :D :D :D 

i love this one oh my god. i could make all 57 of my babes in this if i had the time/commitment :D i’ll settle for my main favs lol 

Missella Surana (Zevmance) 

Belladonna Hawke (Varricmance. Her hair is supposed to be much redder, and she has a story 5 chapters in being written) 

Alena Fanelis-Lavellan (Cullenmance. She was in the Circle with Missella. She has her own story being written.) 

Anna Hawke (Fenmance)

Melodie Poulin (Cassandra-mance. I was working on Ch. 1 of her story when I saw you tagged me in this lol) 

And then because they’re super stuck in my head because they’re literally the most beautiful of all my ocs, Ellie Do’Agi. They’re one of my DND characters who is being written into my owip novel 

I do seriously have like 50 other ocs I could do, too, lol. These are just the ones who live rent-free in my head all day every day 

Also @gaymingbinosaur​ is picrew :3 

my new mage gals in my fave picrew!! poppy amell is cheerful, dorky, pure of heart and dumb of ass, battlemage/spirit healer, smooches alistair; beatrice trevelyan is a sad gentle anxious wreck, rift mage, smooches daddy blackwall. they both hate the chantry lmao

[merrillshawke]

posted these on tiktok but i want them here. inquisitor character aesthetics + my AU inquisitor

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WIP Wednesday

You know, I like it when the writing bug visits and gives me a little nip on the butt! Especially when it’s Wednesday~! >:3

Ready for some somft intimacyyyyy?! >:D You better be because *slaps my monitor* this WIP has a shit ton of it! 

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“I apologize. I shouldn’t have–” Solas began to backpedal, believing his actions were ill-received, but Fane deftly cut him off with a shake of his head and a delicate grab of the hand now attempting to fully retreat. More gray flashed in blue and lavender, making each appear pale, but no less beautiful, and the mage’s face held that same quality.

This elf–he would be the death of him.

“Why do you keep apologizing to me?” Fane asked, but he knew full well why the other was acting so…skittish.

This was new territory; for both of them. Old fears wouldn’t just disappear overnight, but that was precisely why it was so imperative that they work on identifying them. To know was to understand, and they would refortify the base of their long, long relationship. Hiding and running had only thus far caused immeasurable pain to them both, and that couldn’t continue.

Lest they wished to both break from the weight.

Solas opened his mouth as if to speak. However, only a sigh served as his words–a tiny expulsion that sang quietly with notes of defeat. Fane tilted his head a bit, watching with a pang in his chest at how pale eyes turned downcast, hints of blue and lavender glinting in the depths from the sun’s aura. He wanted to say something, anything to ease the pain that he knew Solas carried day after day, night after night, but he found his voice stripped from him when the hand he was holding by the wrist wiggled itself free to lace its fingers with his own. Fane blinked, stunned.

“He’s… We’re…” His thoughts stumbled around each other, scattered and incoherent. All he could see, all he could know was that his hand was no longer empty. It was such a simple gesture of affection, but Fane could only look at it like it was a complex puzzle, an inconceivable act, even as he slowly, hesitantly reciprocated the action. He supposed for a dragon such as he this was…an oddity, as such displays of physical connection were normally…impossible. But now…

…Now they weren’t. Fane continued to stare at their hands, silently marveling at the warmth that cut through the coolness of his glove, at the texture of skin that he had never been able to feel through scales, at the difference in size of their fingers–his slightly thicker than the slender set wounding themselves around his like a weave…

…At the fact that they were holding hands. Fane let out a small breath as Solas’ hand ceased moving. Solas had reached out to him, unafraid of rejection or retaliation, endeavoring to speak with action instead of words.

“Just like all those centuries before…” The past materialized within the confines of his mind, finally able to string together a thought. He watched their hands for a bit longer and felt his face heat up a bit as Solas’ squeezed his own, offering comfort, presence. Oh, by anything that could be considered holy, Fane felt.

He felt. so. much.

“...Even if it is a singular scar formed by desperation rather than the hundreds formed by cruelty, remorse towards how it came to be should be tied to it,” Solas whispered, voice finally finding itself again. Downcast eyes of the sky’s mildest hues watched their joined hands with far less perplexity, with far more tranquility. “And I feel the deepest remorse for ever having laid a hand upon you in the fashion that I did. Had my eyes been open from the very start, I would not have had to use such force against you. I would have found an alternative, a different way. One that would have spared us both a grim reminder...”

Fane frowned a bit at that. “Solas.” he called as gently as he could, but he minorly lost his composure when the mage’s eyes came back up to meet his gaze with every intent to listen. “Ah...um…” When Solas eyed him quizzically, pale blue sparkling as a crystal clear lake did. He quickly cleared his throat, gathering himself again. Those damned eyes. “S-Sorry. I got...distracted.”

“Distracted?” Solas queried with all the speed and concern Fane expected of him, and it left him feeling…anxious, the palm the mage had entrapped growing a tad clammy underneath leather. He could attempt to redirect, to throw the wolf off its trail, or…he could be honest.

…And more than likely embarrassed, but that was the price a dragon paid when they loved a wolf as fervently as he did.

Fane took in a deep breath, letting his chest grow a smidge cold before exhaling. He felt Solas’ hand tighten again, and this time, he squeezed back. The responding flash of indigo that lay deep within the mage’s eyes made him smile a bit.

“To be able to see your eyes, to witness the hues they possess like it’s the first time again…” Fane felt his smile grow, even as Solas’ expression deepened with curiosity. “It still doesn’t feel real to me. I find myself drifting off whenever you look at me. I remember it all–the meetings, the one-sided conversations, the naps in the forests, the battles…and the end.” He gave the hand entwined within his own a more tender, desperate squeeze, only serving to make Solas’ expression turn more quizzical, more beautiful. “I never want to let you go. Not ever again...”

Fane knew he should have vocalized those thoughts, ease the crease that was drawing reddish-brown brows together, but there were some habits he couldn’t shake. More than likely, he would never be able to. The mind, especially his, wasn’t always a sanctuary, but for centuries it was the only companion he had. To abandon it, to introduce it would be…difficult. Extremely, extremely–

“Ma’isenatha?”

Fane startled a bit as Solas’ voice cut through his musings, giving their joined hands an involuntary squeeze and blinking. It was such a soft, quiet call, but it was on that stirred the deep well of affection that had once lay dormant in his heart.

“Ma’isenatha…” Fane murmured out the Elvhen, his chest growing ever tighter whenever Solas’ whole expression seemed to melt with relief and nostalgia and deepest reverence. The tellings of a blush were forming on his cheeks, but he let that heat build and project, for it was the least he could do for the sky before him, “You still call me that…”

Solas smiled a bit more tenderly at him. “Of course. If you recall, it was all I had to call you.” The smile faltered a bit, making Fane’s heart pang with an acute pain as the mage’s voice continued more somberly, “However, you now have a name. So if my utterance causes you discomfort–”

“It doesn’t.” Fane butt in almost the moment he heard such typical hesitance come from Solas. He felt his heart skip a bit when indigo flashed within lavender, but he stamped his excitement down, taking a step forward and bringing his hand up delicately, carefully, as if touching a sculpture that would crumble to dust, to cup the side of Solas’ face. A smile bloomed on his lips when Solas’ expression softened upon him and he whispered low, “It could never cause me discomfort, Solas. If anything, it makes me…happy.” He paused, glancing off to the side before huffing out amusedly and turning his gaze back. “...Yeah. Definitely happy.”

Solas blinked. “Truly?” he asked, voice sounding somewhat…hopeful? That was what it sounded like to Fane, at any rate. It was if the mage had been worried, worried that the term he had used for centuries had been unwanted from the start.

How foolish.

Fane nodded with a low chuckle. “Truly,” he parroted in answer. He gave Solas’ cheekbone a light stroke, smiling a bit more whenever it elicited a small, nearly imperceptible shiver from the mage. “Were you really worried it didn’t?”

“If I am being honest, yes.” Solas murmured, tone of voice soft and somewhat breathless, but never once did his eyes wander away.

Fane felt one of his eyebrows raise in question. “Did I do something to make you think that?” It wouldn’t be the first time he had done something that made Solas doubt his feelings or intentions, truth be told, but he had hoped he was getting better at expressing what was going on inside his head…

Solas shook his head softly while giving Fane’s hand a comforting squeeze. “No. I merely assumed, given the past,” he said. The mage’s smile turned downwards slowly, his head lulling to the side a bit to where Fane had to cradle his cheek. “After all, ‘ma’isenatha’ could be seen as a term of possession. So, I–”

“So you thought I’d immediately view it as you attempting to claim ownership over me.” Fane finished with ease and familiarity, knowing the elf before him’s mind like a baker knew the difference between what was sugar and what was salt.

“...Yes.”

Fane stared at Solas after the answer fell from his lips, observing the way lavender shifted to a muted shade of pale blue. Solas’ eyes were still trained on him, not seeking to hide, but that only served to make Fane’s heart squeeze with the desire to comfort. He sighed softly, shaking his head slowly. What was he going to do with this wolf?

“Come here, you fool,” Fane commanded gently as he gave Solas’ arm a light tug. The action caused pale blue to blink up at him, but ultimately, the mage came without protest, stumbling into his chest with a quiet grunt. He lifted his free arm, wrapping it around slender shoulders and smiling a bit whenever Solas responded by embracing him back with a singular arm and somewhat…burying his face into his shoulder.

“Cute.” Fane couldn’t help but think as he leaned down to lay a soft kiss to the side of the mage’s head. Solas responded with a light nuzzle to his shoulder. The gesture immediately had Fane’s face heating up, but he stomped away embarrassment in favor of intimacy. He wouldn’t keep shying away because of fear. He wouldn’t.

Just like he wouldn’t let Solas keep thinking that everything he said was unwelcome.

The warmth in his core, the fire that melted the ice of it…it was definitely joy. It felt yellow, gold, like the sun on the brightest spring day. The term ‘ma’isenatha’, while seemingly possessive, was anything but to him. It was light, it was calming, it was...

It was a name; one that he had identified with intimately upon its birth, and one that had brought him purpose when he had had none. It had never, never signified ownership. Not even in the darkest corners of his mind, which had served as a breeding ground for rage and hatred for those who had collared and claimed.

Before long, Fane felt Solas shift against him. He watched as the mage’s face emerged from its sanctuary and smiled a bit when it turned upwards to his own.

“Hey.” Fane greeted casually and quietly, making sure that Solas knew that what was happening was welcome, and was wanted.

Solas gazed up at him quietly, edges of his face soft, eyes once again a calming shade of grayish lavender, and lips curved upwards tenderly. That smile, usually so reserved around all others, made Fane’s mind bend, his heart quake. He offered the mage’s shoulders a squeeze, nearly crumbling into a million, smoldering pieces whenever the action was reciprocated by way of their still joined hands.

By the sky…he was so in love with this elf. So very in love…

“Fane…,” Solas practically breathed as the space between them grew thick with quiet intimacy. Their chests were flush, their faces mere increments apart, and that made Fane let out a quiet sigh as he involuntarily craned his neck downwards to greet Solas’ forehead with his own.

“Nope. Try again,” he said, finding that his voice was just as breathless as Solas’ eyes shone with the colors of the sky.

Solas blinked slowly before letting out an amused sort of sigh and coming into their shared space even more. Fane wasn’t sure how that was possible, but he welcomed it by tightening the embrace he had around Solas’ shoulders.

“Very well–” Solas whispered tenderly, his voice like the wispy air of the mountains. A hand curated for magic rather than a blade came up to Fane’s cheek, caressing it with reverence, with care as another quiet gust fell from lips that were now only mere inches from his own, “...ma’isenatha.”

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*bangs head on table* JUST. KISS. ALREADY.

Tagging (with no pressure!): @oxygenforthewicked @noire-pandora @fade-touched-shenanigans @little-lightning-lavellan @dungeons-and-dragon-age @redinkofshame @rosella-writes @varric-tethras-editor @fiadhaisteach and anyone else that’d like to share! <3

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based on this poll by @star--nymph.

If Dragon Age: Dreadwolf takes place 8-10 years after Trespasser, would your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor be a MILF/DILF/PILF?

I've got so many heroes of thedas that I just wanna make a post to answer that question for each of them. gonna put it under the cut so here we go.

Wardens

Belladonna Amell: Is both Aromantic and Asexual, and not interested in having kids. She'd be in her late 30's, and considers herself the hottest bitch in the room at all times, AILF (abomination i'd like to fuck)

Eden Amell: Is dead.

Tola Kader: Not interested in having kids, has warden shit to worry about. Would be in her mid 50's.

Oriel Mahariel: Had Kieran at 22 with Morrigan. Would be in his mid 40's, PILF.

Jelsi Brosca: Had Kieran with Morrigan when she was 25, but wasn't around to parent him. Would be in her late 40's. Technically a MILF but not in practice.

Adelaide Cousland: After she finds the cure for the blight, her and Alistair have 2 kids. Duncan Bryce Theirin, and 3 years later they have Eleanor Wynn Theirin. Would be in her early 40's, MILF.

Eloril Tabris: After finding a cure for the blight, retiring from the wardens, and marrying Leliana, they adopt an elven baby that they name Shartan. Eloril is fully focused on her role as Arl of Denerim, and Leliana is Divine, so he's one of the most protected babies in Thedas. Would be in her late 40's, MILF.

Champions

Easter Hawke: Her and Fenris have their 3 children by this point, none of them were planned. Their oldest is Bethany, and they have twins 4 years later, Malcolm and Maurevar. Would be in her mid 40's. MILF.

Fiona Hawke: Her and Anders don't have any children together. Would be in her mid 40's.

Holly: Her and Merril adopt a pair of elven twins, orphaned by the mage-templar conflict; Nesrin and Cessida Sabrae-Hawke, a boy and a girl. Would be in her mid 40's, MILF.

Malcolm Hawke JR: Him and Fenris have no children. Would be in his mid 40's.

Jeannie Hawke: Her and Isabela have no children together. Would be in her mid 40's.

Theodore: Him and Anders end up taking in a young vashoth boy named Amaar Hawke. Would be in his mid 40's, DILF.

Inquisitors

Niara Lavellan: Has no children, would be in her mid 40's.

Fane Lavellan: Her and Sera have 1 child, a boy named Llorin. Would be in her mid 30's, MILF.

Ezra Trevelyan: He and Dorian have no kids. Would be in his Early 40's.

Sumeyye Adaar: Her and Thom have no kids. Would be in her mid 50's.

Celene Trevelyan: Her and Josephine have no kids. Would be in her late 40's.

Von Cadash: Him and Bull have no kids, and have no desire to have kids. Would be in his late 40's.

Minerva Morgan: Her and Krem have 1 kid, a girl named Lucidia. Would be in her late 30's, MILF.

[emerald-amidst-gold]

WIP Wednesday

HOLY MOLY! It has been a HOT minute since I’ve posted something! Or been active at all really. *sprawls out on the ground* But I’M BACK, BABY! >:D

Seriously, though. I took a bit of a hiatus from writing and Tumblr so that I could start working on my mental health more. So far, we doing good! The wonder of therapy and medication! :3 And thanks to that, I finally got the energy and motivation to start writing again! 

A big thanks to anyone that’s tagged me over the last few months! I’ll have to go through everything when I have a little more time! <3

NOW. Ready for a sick!Solas~? Ready for...THE DRAGON?! Well, here you go! *slams down document and runs away cackling*

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The scent of floralled steam was what awoke Solas from his unintentional nap, his mind foggy from both congestion and light dreams. His body felt heavy, as if he were sinking into a pit of sand, and his eyes even more so. Even so, he forced his lids to open a crack, mind subconsciously calling for him to greet reality.

As the glow of light made itself known to his slumber veiled mind, he grimaced a bit. The view from where his head lay upon his pillow was blurry and hard to decipher. The satin and furs that adorned he and Fane's bed seemed to meld together to where they appeared almost one and the same. The flickering candles that hung about the walls and sat upon desk and table alike seemed as if they were all untamed yarrows, branched and spindly. It was, quite truthfully, beginning to make his head throb. So much for his nap...

Solas let his eyes fall shut once more with a heavy sigh, the Fade calling to his mind with promises of gentler sights, but despite the ache and the want, he shooed his general space of comfort away. Their bed chambers felt…still.

Too still.

Bothered, Solas blindly stretched out his arm out to the other side of the bed, seeking and searching for something, someone. However, when his hand met chilled, empty air and landed with a dull thump against barren sheets, his stomach dropped.

He was alone.

Solas hummed out in tired confusion, slowly sliding his hand up and down the length of the bed. All he felt was a cold, fur blanket, not a far more muscular arm than his or a far larger hand that had the tendency to entwine with his own within moments of contact. The absence of such routine had Solas’ brow furrowing, perplexed. Fane had been right next to him just before he fell asleep, whispering to him and massaging the back of his neck with a cool hand to help with the fever he had been fighting for the last several days.

But where had he gone now?

Solas hummed again, but it was more of a worried whimper this time. One that he couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassment over. It wasn’t unlike his dragon to rise before him; Fane had a very irregular circadian rhythm, and oftentimes, he would be up well before the sun was. However, since becoming ill, the overprotective man had been quite clear about not leaving Solas’ side, even as he had told him over and over and over that he would be fine. So, what had changed? Fane’s sleeping habits were fickle, but his decisions were not. Only one way to find out, he supposed.

“Ma’isenatha?” Solas called out, but the volume at which he projected his usual endearment for the other was far lower than normal. He scowled, a sharp pang of pain lacing his throat. It felt as if a handful of needles had been poured down his esophagus. He had forgotten for a moment that he was, indeed, sick. Perhaps he should try sitting up, then? That would be the easiest way to confirm if Fane was in the room or not. Hopefully his body would understand that reasoning as well...

“Let us attempt to find a dragon, shall we?” Solas murmured to himself as he finally reopened his eyes, realizing that that would aid in his task as well. If there was one thing that Fane was, it was that he was incredibly easy to spot, crowd or no crowd. Having a lover with brilliant white hair and an uncommon build for an elf was a boon more times than not.

Even if said lover saw it as more of an inconvenience.

Solas couldn’t help but chuckle as he began to carefully sit up, remembering all the instances in which he had found Fane hiding from the machinations of either Vivienne or Josephine with a look of dread. His poor dragon wasn’t one for finery, but both the Enchanter and the Ambassador had been undeterred by snaps and growls. After all, many nobles were far worse when it came to such things, and they were more than amenable to wearing silk and brocade. Thus, his ancient, handsome dragon was the perfect target for those who lived for challenge.

With another fond chuckle, Solas shook his head with a somber smile. Such simpler times those days were, where the weight of duty felt distant and nearly avoidable. Sadly, he knew that that was just a pretty dream, a wish he could whisper, but never see granted...  

“Enough,” Solas chided himself softly, knowing full well that he must curb his melancholy before it choked. He lifted a hand, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his thumb and middle finger, “I will undo what I have done. Come what may.” He had to remain steadfast, resolute. This was his duty, his commitment, his mistake, and he would not abandon it.

No matter the outcome.

With his heart somewhat sated with those feelings of resolve, Solas resumed his original goal–finding a missing dragon. No doubt, Fane, if he caught him agonizing while ill, would pin him with a hard, but empathetic glare and say, “One problem at a time, my sky.”. And as he was prone to do, Solas would sigh and nod, knowing that what his dragon said was from a place of reason and care.

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How I’ve missed writing you, Solas~ *sighs fondly* 

I shall taaaaag! All of the following~!

@noire-pandora @oxygenforthewicked @fade-touched-shenanigans @little-lightning-lavellan @rosella-writes @redinkofshame @for-the-ninth 

And of course anyone else that would like to share something! No pressure! <3

[emerald-amidst-gold]

WIP Whenever/Wednesday

*barrels into the room, quickly slaps this on everyone’s dash, and then bolts back out while cackling* 

(Thank you @oxygenforthewicked and @fiadhaisteach for the tags! <3)

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Now, when Fane had spoken of ‘beating a dummy’ Solas had assumed he had meant a literal training dummy. He should have known better, truthfully, but he had hoped that at least one of his assumptions would take shape in reality. Sadly not. So, it was a surprise, yet not a surprise to him when he had exited the main workings of Skyhold in pursuit of Fane.

And the sight before him was…typical, to say the least.

“It would appear…” Solas glanced around the courtyard slowly, witnessing the myriad of bodies standing clustered together by the training ring with a small frown, seeing how it had become almost as crowded as the bazaar in Val Royeaux could be. “...that a dragon has let its voice be heard.”

Solas continued to watch the group, or rather, the crowd amassed as he descended the stairs, slowly making his way towards it. The closer he came, the more he saw the diversity of the onlookers. It consisted of recruits, soldiers, scouts, templars, and even a few visiting dignitaries that he had overheard Josephine saying would be present for diplomatic business. They were, of course, at a ‘respectful’ distance from the rest, but their attentions’ were still towards the center of the courtyard.

“So much difference.” Solas mused, halting his gait and letting his eyes rove and roam over those gathered. He observed, he memorized, but his ears twitched as excited whispers became known to him, making him sigh quietly. “Yet so many similarities. How easily you bring the masses together, ma’isenatha.”  

The last thought he meant as a joke, but also an exasperating truth. Fane went to great lengths to keep himself invisible, unremarkable, even though the duty of Inquisitor called for him to be a beacon that shined through the darkness. Such effort was sadly wasted as Fane was practically a walking anomaly for many, noble eyes always trained upon the regal physique that would stride forward through the Great Hall with its head held high and its two-toned eyes glittering with purpose. All that scrutinizing was ignored, and those who worked up the nerve to approach, to interrupt were rebuffed with a silent glare. Sadly, Solas knew that that display of disregard only piqued the masses’ curiosity more. The burdens of power; they weighed heavily upon all and attracted many with far less on their shoulders.

Especially when it was upon a being that scoffed at offers of weighty gold and alliances alike with nary a thought.

Solas let out a small chuckle, more amused than exasperated now at his thoughts of Fane’s approach to leadership. He could remember the times he had witnessed the Seeker chasing after the other, fire in her eyes and calls of, ‘Inquisitor!’ falling from her lips. All those cries had been dutifully ignored as Fane had merely kept a hooded, bored gaze forward, easily having outpaced the human woman because of his longer legs and disappearing into the winding corridors that only someone who was familiar with Skyhold would know of. Cassandra would then spend the next hour or so searching until she would give up with a scoff of disgust. It was a daily occurrence between the two; a habit. And even if Solas knew such habits caused many others besides the Seeker distress, his dragon always fulfilled the requisitions of duty. He was not as indifferent as many thought him to be. He was merely cautious, carefully treading the boundary between too much and not enough. Dragons were not meant to garner mass wells of power, and Fane was simply adhering to his nature while trying to do what had to be done.

Sadly, it was difficult to explain that to an irate Cassandra every time she came at him, venting and practically begging him for an answer as to Fane’s demeanor. One could not simply say, ‘The Inquisitor is a dragon.’. That truth would not sit well with anyone, least of all any who harbored acute faith.

Solas let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head a bit to dispel the sense of anxiety he often felt whenever he imagined potential reactions to anyone finding out about Fane’s heritage. He could not accurately predict how the Inner Circle would react when the time came, nor could he predict how they would react to his identity, but he always had a feeling it would not go over well. It was betrayal and very few responded well to betrayal. Sadly, it was what had to be done; an inevitable misfortune.

…Or was it?

Solas frowned a bit, shaking his head again. Enough. Now was not the time for him to succumb to melancholy or doubt. He had come outside for a reason, and he could hear that reason past the crowd, which was now growing louder with ‘Ohhh!’s as the sound of a body met dirt with a stifled grunt.

Along with a deep, growling voice that Solas knew all too well.

“Had enough yet, Commander?” The title was a mix between growl and snarl, and Solas could hear it despite the din around him. “Because I’m starting to grow real fucking tired of you not being able to land a legitimate hit on me.”

“With all due respect, Inquisitor–” Another voice Solas easily recognized. It was not so deep nor so gruff, but it sounded out of breath and borderline frustrated. “–I have landed several hits on you.”

“Huh. Really? Is that what those taps were?” A snort and then a scoff. “I’ve had fennecs bite harder. Is that really the best you can do?”

“If you would only–!”

“If I’d only what? Let you hit me? Let you show how in control you are of any and every situation?” Heavy footsteps sounded, soles skiffing along the ground before they halted. The air grew thick then and Solas swore he felt the Veil tremble for a split second. “Nothing is gained without effort. You want a victory over me? Earn it, templar.” 

The area quieted after those words fell, each bystander wanting to listen to the voices as they sounded, wanting to hear more if they came. Solas watched as each head turned towards the ring or craned upwards in an attempt to see over another. Even he leant a bit to the side, attempting to gain sight of the source, but knowing full well where it was coming from. Unfortunately, he was unable to catch sight of Fane or who he was sparring, which did nothing to quell his concern. Those words…they had been harsh. Not harsher than usual, but still harsh.

His dragon and the Commander…they had never seen eye-to-eye, even during their time in Haven. Fane was defensive back then, closed off, and wholly invested in keeping Mhairi safe. When the Commander’s prior affiliation had been made known, the snowy-haired man had glared, had snapped, had scorned. Fane detested and still did detest anything to do with the Chantry.

Especially those of the Templar Order. The sensation of anxiety from before had reappeared, creating a knot in Solas’ stomach, but this time it was for an entirely different reason than identity.

Fane was sparring Cullen–an ex-templar, but still a templar in draconic eyes, and those bouts never ended well.

Spurred by concern and rising anxiety, Solas began to survey the area for a spot where he could weave through the once again whispering crowd. He could listen in to those voices, grow agitated with what they uttered, but ignorant words didn’t matter right now.

He had to get where Fane could see him.

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I wanted to play around with Fane’s interactions with other members of the Inquisition a bit more. First up: CULLEN. >:3

Tagging: @noire-pandora @little-lightning-lavellan @the-dreadful-canine and anyone else that’d like to share! (I late so only a few peeps this time! :3)

[emerald-amidst-gold]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday, friends! Let me tell you, writing’s been at once hard and easy for me lately. Hard because I’ve been sick and mind is goo. Easy because I’m trying out a new style and it’s actually working out really nicely! I actually have a bit of SPICE to share! Eheheh~ >:3

Thank you @noire-pandora and @rosella-writes for the tags! <3

Want to see a stunned Solas? Want to experience a suave Fane? Want to listen to how snarky a dragon and wolf can be collectively? Well, here you go! 

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Solas continued to stare at him, seemingly in a trance and deaf to the questions he had asked. Fane raised an eyebrow with a chuckle. Well, it wasn’t every day he managed to stun this quick-whip of an elf. Maybe the alcohol was starting to kick in a bit more? Whatever the reason, it made his heart quicken with anticipation.

“Solas.” Fane called out to the other gently, trying to keep some of the amusement out of his voice as he began to shrug off the ruined jacket from his shoulders. Honestly, he had been dying to tear black velvet and gold trimming apart all evening. He despised formal wear–constricting form wear for that matter. Too tight, too many eyes drawing his way. None of the nobles’ gazes had been wanted, and he made sure they had been aware of that with sharp glares and terse departures of, ‘Messere’ or ‘My lady’. The only gaze he had rejoiced in was his sky’s, and that was because of how shocked it had been, how quietly approving and proud. It had managed to sweeten his sour mood while walking out amid a sea of sharks, that was for damn sure.

And it had kept him from turning on his heel and maiming whoever had decided it was best to list his sky as his servant. He would be having some ‘discussions’ when they got back to Skyhold. Ohh, yes he would. But not right now. No, right now he was going to avert his mind from fury’s fire and back to the sky, who was still stunned and silent.

Fane chuckled, lifting his arms and crossing them. “Solas.” Eventually he’d get a response. The mage couldn’t stay quiet forever. He was physically incapable of it, actually.

No response. Blue and gray were trained on him, but were mostly likely seeing through him. Fane tapped one of his biceps with a few fingers as he pursed his lips in thought. Guess he’d have to try something else.

“My sky.”

Not a peep, not a single jump of shoulders or, what he saw now, hazy irises. Fane let out an amused huff, letting his arms unfold. This wasn’t what he had had in mind when he popped that clasp, but oh well. He was nothing if not tenacious. One of the various endearments and names he had for the other would kick start his mind into reality, he knew. He just had to keep going down the list.

“Ma tarasyl.” 

Again, no response. Well, Elvhen didn’t work, but it would. It had to. Another word, another tone. 

“Vhenan.” Not a word Fane used often as it was one of Solas’ main endearments for him, but maybe the suddenness of it would be the flint that sparked tinder.

Sadly, his strike proved lacking, only sparking a tiny flame of indigo that was quickly replaced by gray smoke. Fane sighed, leveling the distant man with a bemused expression. Well, shit. What else could he try? There were countless terms and iterations he could use, but if the rarest of them only spurred a hint of acknowledgment then what actual use were they? He needed something stronger, something akin to a bolt of lightning, shocking but ultimately exciting. Maybe ‘arasha’? ‘Vhen’an’ara’? Or…

As if to mimic the chandeliers that hung high in the Palace’s ballroom, Fane’s mind lit up, an inkling of what would draw his sky back illuminating the usually dark pathways. A smirk curled one corner of his lips upwards. He knew what would work. It was risky, housing a potential to fail, but they both enjoyed the potential for reward even more to chase danger.

And this would reward them both. 

With a soft clearing of his throat, Fane made the choice, rolled his set of dice, and with a touch of growl uttered a title that carried weight, as much as it could carry light.

“Fen’harel.”

As if startled awake, Solas’ shoulders jumped with a hitch in his breath, causing the bed to shift minutely. Pale orbs, indigo receding into the depths for the time being, blinked at him before they calmed and went hooded, seemingly knowing they’d been...caught. Fane almost barked out a laugh at the display. Oh, how vast the sky could be when the clouds were sparse…

“I..” Solas began, obviously trying to reconnect with as much grace as possible, but Fane could see the steadily rising blush on lightly freckled cheeks. A clearing of his throat followed, quick and light, further attempting to regain composure with a firm apology, “I apologize, ma’isenatha. I seemed to have…drifted.”

“I could tell. It’s not often that I have to call to the past to draw you from your mind.” Fane said with a low chuckle, abandoning his task of disrobing for now to slowly make his way from the foot of the bed to the side. He kept his steps slow, heavy, heel to toe, heel to toe. Their eyes stayed locked onto each other’s, and the closer he got the more he could see just how many tears were forming in his sky’s particular Veil–lavender replacing blue. He came to a halt at the edge Solas was closest to, smirking when he caught a hand beginning to curl against the sheets. “Makes me curious, actually. Care to tell me where you ‘drifted’ to? Anywhere interesting?”

Solas’ pupil widened upon his question before it darted away, along with his head a bit. Usually, such a reaction would have Fane worried he’d overstepped, pushed a little too hard into an area they were both still exploring. However, the small smile pulling at lips he considered to be akin to clouds, told him he had done no such thing. 

“It was nowhere so far or so foreign, but it was…” Solas’ words trailed for but a heartbeat before they resumed with more softness, more intrigue, lavender coming back up to meet Fane’s steady gaze, “...fascinating.”

Fane felt his eyebrows jump with mock surprise, playing the role of the utterly unknowing. This entire train of conversation was…riveting. He wanted to stop, descend upon the wolf beckoning to him with its eyes, but he also wanted to keep going, to push and push and push until that same wolf called to him with its voice. He would blame such bravery on the alcohol still coursing through his bloodstream, but he wouldn’t. This, them, was no mere tryst in lavish settings or a benefit derived from liquid courage. To think of it as such was insensitive and wrong. No, this was them on any given day, but with an added dash of revelry to numb their tongues to any residual bitterness that could potentially lace their words with sorrowful poison.

“Well–” Fane began with a deep drawl, unceremoniously plopping himself down on the mattress with nary a wince. He watched with growing amusement and a smirk as Solas bounced a bit upon impact, a surprised grunt leaving his lips and fingers clawing into satin so as not to lose balance. “–care to tell me about this ‘fascinating’ venue? It’s been a while since you’ve regaled me with a tale of exploration. I might actually start going through withdrawal if you don’t give me something.”

Solas gave him a sly look, managing to keep the remainder of his pride intact by not flopping over onto silken sheets. In fact, so intact was that piece of self that the mage actively scooted towards him, with no shame, no hesitation born of meekness. And Fane met such open want, shifting the arm he had propped against the mattress so that it silently found a place next to a hip exuding warmth. He desired to touch that beacon, skim his thumb across velvet, slip his fingers past the lustrous cotton that lay underneath, and then finally, lay his palm flat against skin that so beautifully shivered. But, he wouldn’t rush tonight. It was one of the few that they were afforded alone time, and the last thing Fane wanted was to paint that time with quick splashes of white. So, he merely let his hand lay, palm flat, atop smooth cloth, watching Solas’ expression as he began to speak.

“Surely that is an exaggeration.” Solas said, voice holding a quiet chuckle as his body began to, as if seeking, lean back against the arm Fane had resolutely anchored to the bed. 

Fane scoffed softly, taking the added warm weight easily. “Hardly.” Lavender and gray peered up at him, a light eyebrow arching upwards in question, and all he could do was shrug minutely with a response of, “What? I’m serious. I enjoy listening to what you’ve found over the years, and I’m not kidding when I say I was dejected when you said you had nothing more to tell me. Centuries of exploration, centuries, and I’d already gotten you to recount all of it?” He scowled good-naturedly. “Disgusting.”

Solas let out a light laugh, countenance light-hearted, unshadowed by the weight of duty. The sound made Fane’s ears twitch pleasantly and his scowl turned into a more tender expression as he gazed upon twinkling lavender. It was a good night when the sky found room to laugh, even if it was just a quiet one…

“If that is the case–” The weight against Fane’s arm increased as Solas’ head found his shoulder, the addition was comforting, welcome, as was the sight of branching paths of indigo beginning to emerge from rest. “–I will have to spend more time in the Fade so as to calm the cry of your addiction.” A quiet smile greeted him, soft and fond. “Or, you could walk those paths yourself and witness such tales and memories firsthand.”

“True enough, but if I’m going into the Fade, it’ll be with you, my sky.” Fane stated, smiling just as fondly as Solas’ eyes lit up with quiet happiness, obviously heartened by his interest. “I could witness tender memories or sorrowful ones, view the age-old wars of necessity and bloodlust, but all of it would feel empty without your voice to describe the emotions each held.” 

Warmth was permeating the air, but it wasn’t as heady as before. No, this heat was softer, gentler, and just as welcome as Solas let out a deep chuckle.

“A white dragon, a proud being that can discern the depth of emotion from color alone, and you desire for me to point them out with my voice instead?”

“I desire for you to express them for me.” Fane corrected gently, watching as lavender rolled downwards, humble blue an iridescent sheen over it, but he continued, “Emotions are endless, complex, and yes, I see them in hues most are content to ignore, but that doesn’t always mean I can feel them. When you speak in hushed whispers, when you recount your journeys with a somber lilt...” His gaze shifted up and over the mage’s head, staring at the far wall–a torch flickering with subdued enthusiasm. “...I feel what you feel, and I come to understand what it is I’m seeing.”  

“My voice, the flow of my words, unlocks empathy within you.” Solas said, understanding embedded in the certainty of his words as his eyes came back up and Fane’s came back down–lavender a pale contrast to blue as moonlight cast its beam wider within their lodgings. It was a beautiful sight, and Fane nearly felt his lungs collapse from it. A wolf could be beautiful, just as it could be terrifying…

Fane nodded, smiling faintly. “It does,” he said simply before leaning in to lay a soft kiss upon a lax brow, smiling more as Solas let out a content sigh. He pulled back slowly, eyelids hooded as their gazes met and their smiles matched. “So, with that in mind, care to regale me with your latest wandering?” 

As tender as this moment was, and as content as it made them both feel and appear, Fane sensed the prickling of embers under his skin and in the depths of Solas’ eyes. They had taken a moment to air out the smoke, minds clear, reasoning in place, but such things could only last for so long when a fire still raged in their hearts. And they both knew that. But, that didn’t mean either one of them would concede so quickly or so early, Solas’ eyes glinting with mirth. Fane felt a smirk pull at the corner of his lips at that. Ah, so the wolf wanted to romp around the fire a bit more, did it? Very well. What kind of dragon was he to scold it?

“As much as I would love nothing more than to share something with you, ma’isenatha, I thought it was now known fact that I have nothing more that would be–” Solas’ eyes went shaded, lids dropping along with his voice, “–stimulating for your ever voracious mind.”

Fane shrugged, face jerking with a twist that said, ‘Eh.’ “Any seemingly mundane tale can be stimulating with the right words. Even if it’s a repeat.”

Solas hummed, fingers of a singular hand drumming against down and satin.“Hm, point taken. Then, what paths would you have me verbally retrace for you?”

“How about–” Fane drawled, hand fixed upon silken cloth finally shifting so as to fulfill one of the three desires of earlier. His thumb brushed against Solas’ hip, eliciting a tiny shiver and a quiet sigh in response, “–you tell me about the paths your mind wandered along while watching me undress. I have a feeling the emotions behind that will curb my addiction, and your voice would offer every bit of understanding.” He leaned in a bit further, voice dropping to a whisper, watching how indigo spread like water did through roots and how Solas delicately chewed on the inside of his bottom lip. “Among other things.”

“And what ‘other things’ might those be?” Solas whispered back in question, inching closer to him, but never once disconnecting their gazes. They were back to where they started, but that was exactly how it should go. Slow and steady, no faster, no sooner than what they wanted.

“Let’s just say I have a need that transcends curiosity,” Fane murmured, letting a tiny growl trickle out between his words as he felt a few of Solas’ fingers begin to boldly toy with the undone buckle of his belt. “And I think you do, too.” His eyes went hooded, heat beginning to climb and smoke out all thought as those toying fingers ghosted upwards, gingerly pinching the shirt once tucked between. “Solas… Tell me, my sky...”

Lavender orbs, the surface a tad hazy, gazed at him with gentle heat, the kind that was low, but could easily blaze if stoked just right. The wolf had slowed in their playful romp, crouching low to the ground to stalk instead of eagerly circling. As ever, Fane observed such a transition with a rapt, calm gaze. He saw the opening, the space between indigo and lavender that screamed, ‘vulnerable’.

And he wished to exploit it, barrel forward and chase after hues that challenged his own. 

“Tell you ‘what’–” Solas’ voice hitched, words cut off, loose fingers gripping into cotton as Fane closed the distance. He sought no connection of lips, not yet, but he lay a kiss upon a jaw that tensed and then relaxed with a shuddering, quiet sigh of, “Ma’isenatha…”

“No more playing coy.” Fane purred out the words, running the tip of his nose along an edge that could put glass to shame. “Be honest. What do you need? What do you want?” 

Solas’ hand fisted into his tunic as his questions dropped with his voice, goosebumps rising along skin that felt far too warm, but was acting as if it were cold. Such a reaction nearly had Fane breaking, desiring to take hold of the jaw he was nuzzling and crush his lips to the one he could hear quiet pants coming out of. However, he stayed resolute, laying butterfly kisses all along the elf’s jaw. He had vowed not to rush this, and he wouldn’t. They would chase each other until their minds screamed for them to collapse, chests heaving, respective claws grappling for a sliver of dominance.

“F-Fane…” 

The call was a heated stammer, the first notch in a long line of them, and it pulled the leash of restraint taut, spurred his muscles to jerk. Fane wondered how long it would take to snap that rope that attempted to keep him back, his mind hazing, all reasonable thoughts beginning to cloud once more as he felt Solas’ knuckles graze the plain of his abdomen as he pulled on his tunic. The wolf was pawing at the ground, kicking up dirt and dust, goading him and whispering silently through its excited pants, ‘Come, come, come. Chase, chase, chase.’ 

‘Claim, claim, claim.’ Danger lurked, but it was the kind they welcomed with open arms.

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*shakes head* These two, man. These two. 

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WIP Wednesday

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Would anyone like a helping of Female!Fane? Well, here you are! (I can’t remember if I shared this already, but I do know that I went back and edited some parts. So, it may be different in some areas!)

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Silence permeated the meager space between them, the only sound that of the mountain outside and the ambiance of their quiet breathing on the inside. Fane felt her grip loosen upon Solas, retracting her hands slowly and fisting them between the junction of her legs–hiding them. The right to touch, to hold, to love wasn’t her’s to have–it never was and it never should be. However, Solas’ own touch never wavered, continuing to caress, to care, to revere and it had new tears threatening to breach. It was just like before Adamant. She could look, she could dream, she could hope, but never would any of it bear fruit.

Selfish, Fane squeezed her eyes shut, feeling Solas’ hand move upon her face, lifting and taking flight. Her body tensed, braced itself for punishment. One word repeated within the halls of her mind, blackening it as its letters materialized. Selfish, selfish, selfish, self–!

Darkness dissipated in a blink, painful words torn to shreds as light and warmth blossomed upon her forehead. Fane recognized the touch, the type that it was, and her eyes blew wide, her hands twitching from where she had them firmly buried. No, no, no, no! She couldn’t touch, couldn’t hope! Not after what she had said, divulged, unveiled! Hurt was to be what followed, not love, not continued loyalty! She had betrayed the sky, and she knew how betrayal was responded to by it! This was–!

“S–Solas…” Fane said the other’s name, shakily, quietly, hesitantly and all she received was another kiss. It was placed upon the space between her brow, making her shiver, making her draw back a bit, but two arms kept her in place, kept her from flying off. “Solas, wait, I–”

“Hush, ma’isenatha,” Solas murmured against her brow softly, “Allow me to emphasize through action what I cannot through words.”  

Lips left her brow, but only to land upon the bridge of her nose, kissing it tenderly, softly and it had Fane sighing airily and shivering despite the conflicting emotions coursing through her mind and body. She didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why. Why was the sky kissing her?

Why was it accepting her instead of shoving her away and barring her from its expanse?

Another kiss was given, landing upon the upper expanse of her cheek. The gesture upon that spot was repeated several times in several different fashions. Soft, holding acceptance and adoration. Firm, vocalizing determination and a desperate want for her to understand. Both, each alternating with the same messages until one of her hands, unknowing to her softened, hazy mind, crept from the prison she had sentenced it to and found its way to the face peering down at her with every ounce of tender love possible. The kisses stopped when her palm lay flush, but the sky didn’t inch away, didn’t give her a breadth of space. Instead, a forehead rested upon her own and already tight arms embraced her tighter, pinching at scars, but the pain was distant as only blissful warmth enveloped her.

Fane gazed into lightly lavender tinted orbs, delicately biting into her bottom lip as she did so, but not enough to not speak, “Why did you…?”

Solas smiled softly. “To show that you are far from selfish,” he said tenderly. The face in her hand tilted, leaning into the palm more readily, without an ounce of shame. “If you were any of what you say, you would have taken. Yet, you did not. You never take more than what is offered, vhenan, even if perhaps you should."

Her brow furrowed, eyes flitting about a bit upon the mage’s expression. “What do you–?”

The mage only shook his head, cheek rubbing against her palm softly as he did. Blue-lavender orbs fixed themselves upon her, unguarded, open. Fane sucked in a quiet breath, unable to stop herself as she leaned in and up to look into, to listen to the conversation of color before her. Obviously, it wasn’t as if she could read the other’s thoughts, but she could see how he felt and it was anything but betrayed or angry.

That…that made her relieved.

As if that emotion showed upon her face, Solas’ eyes grew softer, the angles of his face went lax and pleased, and he brought her closer.

And she went, any and all resistance gone from her muscles. The sky wasn't lost to her...

“Selfishness is not an obscene trait, Fane,” Solas murmured and Fane didn’t, and didn’t wish to, miss the way blue and lavender flitted downwards for a moment, contemplating, but deciding to be patient as they reconnected with her rapt gaze. “...It is only when done in excess that it becomes so. Displaying how you feel or speaking of your troubles is not selfish; it is how you learn, grow. And that is precisely what you’re doing. Never feel as if you cannot rely upon me because you think I will see you as less,” A quiet voice dropped another octave, sending shivers down her spine and heat to the tips of her ears, “As I will always believe you to be more.”

Another tender smile blessed Fane’s sight after that, making her inch closer, making her brush their noses together and their eyes go hooded at almost the exact same moment. She…wasn’t selfish? She could touch, she could reach out, she could express what she believed, she could want? It didn’t make sense to her mind, even though in the depths of her heart, her soul it did. She could be more, but still be less than the world…

Fane let out a tiny sigh and gently let her eyes flutter shut, blocking out a voice of adoration. She could still feel Solas' gaze, still hear it, but she needed a moment. Some dragon she was. If her kin could see her conflict now, they would most likely huff and snort, but maybe, just maybe, they would look on with serenity, unsurprised that one of them had crossed the boundary and survived. She could only hope and dream that that would be how they'd look at her...

“...You’d think, after centuries of watching the Elvhen and the Evanuris, that I would understand the definition of ‘selfish’,” Fane let out a minorly self-deprecating chuckle before reopening her eyes and letting them drift back up to the sky watching over her with a warm smile, “But, I suppose, like so many other things regarding immortals and mortals alike, it’s beyond me to truly know everything about them. How typical...” Pride would ultimately be her undoing, wouldn’t it? Like so long ago...

Solas chuckled, “Would you truly wish to have that kind of power, ma’isenatha?” An arm unraveled itself from around her shoulders, but only so the hand attached could come up and brush a bit of errant hand from her face. Her expression pinched, honing her gaze into a weak glare, but the mage only stared at her with fondness, no fear as he continued. “Would you wish to delve into the minds of others without consent, peruse over their deepest thoughts all in a bid to understand? Or, would you rather be in the dark until they ushered you in with a lamp and a willing hand?”

Fane blinked before her brow furrowed. “Of course I want it to be that person’s choice. What kind of question even is that?”

Did she want to–of course not! She was a dragon; she couldn’t have that kind of sway and by anything that was holy, she didn’t want to! Control over people, over their minds was exactly what she sought to abolish and prevent! No matter her personal feelings regarding mankind, elvenkind, or any race, she wanted them to be free from the shackles and chains wielded by those who felt it was their right to use them!  

Apparently her affirmation had pleased Solas a great deal, as he had that smug-ass look in his eyes, the look that said, ‘See? I told you.’. What was she being told in shards of lavender exactly? That she wasn’t a power-hungry bitch that found joy in pulling the strings and watching the fires consume a world-sized stage? That she wanted the people to take an interest in fortifying, securing, and protecting their lands, their identities rather than rely upon her strength and her influence that she knew and rejoiced was short-term? That she sought to break the yoke that institutions like the Chantry had tied firmly around the masses necks, leading them about, choking them, yanking them along until they believed they wished to go willingly? That she wasn’t self–!

Oh.

Fane’s mind came to a stuttering stop, like wagon wheels upon a rocky path. Her lips drew into a line and she could feel her cheeks flush. She understood why Solas looked so proud of himself now; he had weaved his web of words and caught her in the midst of them.

It would appear that a wolf had become a spider this time.

“Do you see now?” Solas spoke up, having taken her silence and flustered disposition as grounds to proceed. Which…they were, but the fact that he was familiar with the indication made Fane’s cheeks blaze. Damn it all, she was probably as red as the fire!

“Mm,” Fane hummed out her response, nodding tersely once. Oh, she understood. She understood terribly well, and despite her embarrassment, it was…what she needed to hear. The battle of duality was a tricky one, but having a tactician at her side, to help her, to teach her, and to guide her, made it seem like one she could cut through with ease. They were good for each other in that way; always right beside and never too far behind, aiding and supporting with equal parts harshness and tenderness.

“Good,” Solas said, lips placing themselves tenderly against her hairline to offer a chaste kiss before they pulled away to hold a small smile. Blue and lavender regarded her calmly, and she regarded them just the same. She felt better–much better. “Now, come. I think it best we remove ourselves from the floor.”

Fane blinked, confusion taking hold before she let her gaze flit from side to side. It landed upon stone, upon threaded rugs, upon lower parts of furniture, and finally, their bent knees that were flush with both of those things. Oh. Right. She had fallen...

Heat traveled downwards to her neck as that truth dawned on her, “Ah, shit,” she cursed and wasted no time in redirecting a glare upwards when a chuckle pricked her drums, “What? I forgot! Why is that always so hilarious to you?!”

Solas hummed, appearing infuriatingly pleased at her flustered state as he let her body finally go and began to rise with all the grace she had long observed him having. “I haven’t a single idea what you’re hinting towards, vhenan,” he said, calm, but Fane could hear the smugness underneath that facade. Ohh, this elf, this wolf, this blue harboring, lavender bearing trickster! She–she–!

…She adored him.

A heavy, cooling sigh passed her lips before a small, but fond smile pulled at the corners of them. What was she getting worked up over? This is how it always was, and she would never wish for it to be anything less. Solas just…had that effect on her and apparently, so did she to him. Whatever lessened the weight of his burdens was worth any form of exasperation born from teasing…

Though, she wouldn’t let her wolf completely off the hook. Retribution was still a requirement, and doubly so for a dragon tasked with delivering various versions of it. Especially when the crime was poking said dragon. He never learned, did he?

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Fane said with a tiny smile. It was a comment made in jest and blue melding with faint lavender told her it was taken as such. “How many times are you going to insist on pressing into a dragon’s maw?”

“The only dragon I insist upon ‘pressing’ is before me, and I know she will not deign to flash her fangs and snap from actions and words she knows are harmless,” the mage retorted with a knowing smirk, standing over her, but looking down with a casual air, rather than an authoritative one.

Fane tilted her head, the ends of her hair tickling a shoulder. “And what if she does choose to bite? What then?”

Solas’ eyes went hooded upon her, blue shaded, gray casting a soft haze over it, “Then, I will have deserved it,” he said, tender and assured, but somehow sorrowful before reaching a hand out towards her; a silent offer of assistance.  

Fane stared into deepened steel, piecing together the emotions shown to her, feeling the absolute confidence that shone behind every perceptible hue. The sky put her on a pedestal most high, but not to revere. Solas respected her, trusted her, realized her nature, and knew that if she ever turned on him, it was either because she was lost or because he was lost. The thought of that happening unnerved her, but nothing like that would happen. As long as they continued down the crimson soaked path, heads held high, hearts heavy, and goals assured, they would never stray from the original purpose for venturing onto it. Humility, not pride, would be what kept them grounded.

“You’ll never be greeted with my fangs, my sky,” Fane whispered, heart feeling unfathomably full as a look of longing coated the confident orbs staring down at her, “Even if I become lost, give into the beast deep within my soul again, I will never lash out at you.” Her eyes shifted a bit, turning down and her voice grew quieter. “I know it’s foolish to promise such a thing, but that’s how I feel,” She looked back up, feeling resolve course through her as her brow furrowed. “And I won’t turn my back on how I feel, on you. Not ever again.”  

Blue and grey shook mildly upon her, Solas looking down at her with widened eyes, just like he had on that dreadful, ash-caked night that was Haven, and it made her smile calmly. All the sky wanted, all it had ever wanted, was to be trusted and to have that trust returned without ulterior motive. Fane would give all of the loyalty, devotion, miniscule faith, and trust she had to it because it had always given it to her, and that would never change, never dissolve. The sky was hers and she, its dragon. That was a law forever embroidered in time’s eternal tapestry…

And it only became unraveled when its weavers hands refused to go on, golden threads and the painful indents they could sometimes cause, proving to be too much. She and Solas, she knew, weren't afraid of pain or sorrow or anger, even knowing each was capable of tearing their work apart. They would weave. They would pause and take a breath if a stitch proved too tight. For when they wove the last tassel, smoothed out the final wrinkle, there would be a future displayed before them, and that was worth any amount of hardship.

Any.

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Aren’t they just the softest creatures? *sighs dreamily* 

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