#oc: siona lavellan

[inquisimer]

Happy Friday! For DADWC: ‘Why must I be the one to hide?’ for the characters of your choosing?

happy happy friday <3 dusting off this prompt from who knows how long ago to share a bit of a newish OC who's going to feature in a ~secrit~ project I'm working on uwu

Tamsyn is an elven rogue who lives in Denerim and co-leads the rogue's guild from those side quests in DAO!

for @dadrunkwriting

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Working the Denerim Market is something of a dance, and Tamsyn considers herself an expert.

Mick has taken some more seasoned recruits for a run at one of the vacated estates nearby. Without a Landsmeet convening, most nobles keep only a skeleton crew of servants on staff and most of those have deals with the Guild to look the other way while locks are picked and traps disabled. And the few that don’t—well, sneaking improves much faster when there are stakes to being discovered.

That leaves Tamsyn alone with the freshest bunch of recruits. A little over half the group once belonged to other guilds or freelanced and migrated to Denerim as word of their success spread; the remainder are a motley mix of kids—mostly elves—that Tamsyn herself had scooped off the streets. Left to the gutter by a society that couldn’t be bothered and was just waiting for them to screw up to justify the moral high horse.

They didn’t see what Tamsyn sees. She sees potential.

���The District is primarily human, at least the section we’ll be in today,” she tells them. One of their youngest recruits, a slip of an elfkit, is perched on a stool in front of her, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet as Tamsyn twists her hair into a simple plait. “Humans see pointed ears and expect a servant. Give them what they expect and they won’t waste the effort to look any closer.”

She taps the girl’s shoulder and hands her an apron that matches the one Tamsyn is already wearing. Her own scarred face is a slightly harder sell as a servant, but the day is overcast and the marks carved into her skin are less noticeable without the sun.

The other recruits are similarly dressed and looking an appropriate mix of nervous and excited. Tamsyn passes baskets to each of them in turn.

“The only people that doesn’t apply to are the guards. To shake their suspicion, you’ll need to establish what you’re in the Market to do—browse a shop, ask the stall tender questions, drop the name of your lord or lady. All of these things will legitimize you and like the others, they’ll move on to watching someone more suspicious.”

It isn’t the first time they’ve heard these things, but a bit of a refresher is always a confidence booster. It isn’t the first time she’s taken a batch of recruits on a training run, either. She hands off the last basket and gives each recruit a once over.

“Your picks are showing, Callum,” she says, smiling to ease the correction. The gangly boy flushes red anyway and scrambles to adjust his belt so his lock picks are properly concealed by his billowy tunic. “Good, better. Alright” —Tamsyn clasps her hands in front of her chest— “who wants to review the plan for me?”

“Oo, oo, me!!” Laurel’s pigtail plaits bounce against her shoulders in her eagerness. Tamsyn nods.

“Me and Cal are going ‘round the perimeter—I’m actin’ his servant, so I’ll have both baskets. We’re nabbin’ trinkets, stuff that can be flipped or melted down.”

She pauses and glances up at Tamsyn for approval. When she gets it, her smile multiplies and she continues on, lisping slightly against her teeth. “Rudy an’ Boyd are with you at the middle shops, goin’ after that stuffy bitch who—“

“Laurel!”

“—talks all funny. What?” She looks immediately defensive but relaxes when she sees that Tamsyn’s objection isn’t in anger, but amused surprise. “I heard you tell Mick tha’s what she is!”

“Quite right you are.” Tamsyn reaches out and tugs the end of one of Laurel’s braids. “Finish it off?”

“Oh—right! And Aoife will be under Gorim’s stall in case we need a quick distraction.”

The youngest recruit has donned her apron and now she pouts, folding her arms over her chest and dropping her chin against her chest. “Why must I be the distraction? I wanna do something important.”

Quick as a fennec, Tamsyn drops to one knee. At this angle, with Aoife perched once more on her stool, she has to tilt her chin back slightly to meet the girl’s eyes. She holds out a hand, palm up, for Aoife to trace in the way she knows is comforting.

“Why don’t you think your job is important?”

“I’m just hiding,” she mumbles. “And maybe running. None o’ the special stuff we practiced.”

“That’s true. But it’s still important.” Tamsyn folds her fingers around Aoife’s much smaller hand and squeezes. “I’ve done this a lot, and it’s much easier to be relaxed if I’m sure there’s someone waiting and ready to help us get away safely. And if I’m more relaxed, I’m less likely to get caught.”

Aoife snifles. “Like…me and sissy used to climb the Vhenadahl, but she’d only go really high if Soris was there. Like that?”

“Exactly. And we all have different things we do well, right? Like I’m pretty good at untangling knots. And Boyd is really good at reaching things without a stool.”

Aoife nods.

“So when we work together, we give everybody a job that suits them. Do you know why I asked you to be our distraction?”

She shakes her head and Tamsyn smiles, leaning in like she’s sharing a deep, wise secret. “Because the stall where you’re hiding belongs to a dwarf. So it’s extra short. But you’re small and fast, which means you’re perfect for that job.”

Aoife’s lips part in a perfect, surprised o and then she lights up like candles in a Chantry. “My sissy always told me being small was bad, but this time it’s good!”

“It’s always going to be good,” Tamsyn corrects gently, nicking the end of Aoife’s nose with one finger. “We’ll make sure of it.”

She straightens and grins around at the rough ensemble. “Ready, then?”

A chorus of nods, apprehensive but mostly eager, meet her words.

“Alright. Let’s head out.”

[shivunin]

what is the arranged marriage au 👀

WELL

The arranged marriage au is one of my longer unfinished wips (at ~75k currently) and I started writing it around when I started writing Wander the Drifting Roads (so....almost a year ago? geez). Sorry, this is a bit involved, but I don't have a simpler way of explaining lol:

The basic premise is that the second Exalted March on the Dales never happened. So the elves primarily live in extant kingdoms where Dirthavaren and Halamshiral are in the games. The catch is that the reason the March never happened was intervention on the behalf of Elandrin and Adalene (Codex entry here, which you find if you complete the Din'an Hanin area in the Emerald Graves), who were an elf-human couple. Part of the agreement between the elven government and the Chantry is that the compact between them must be renewed roughly every fifty years and one part of the renewal is an arranged marriage between an elf and a human.

That's what the humans know. What the elves know is that Siona, Elandrin's sister (whose murder of Adalene kicks off the massacre of Red Crossing) is held personally responsible for some of those events. Because it is her fault that the elves have to give up one of their own every fifty years, if one of her descendants is eligible they are automatically the candidate even though it's been some six/seven hundred years. In this age, that candidate is Adahlena Lavellan.

So: it is the Dragon Age, and the time has come for the next renewal of the compact. The only thing is...Ferelden barely has a new king, the Chantry is in shambles, Orlais is embroiled in its civil war, and there is just general pandemonium all over Thedas. Why should the elves give up an advantage and let the Chantry have the last say? No, they're gonna make the humans work for it. So they have each faction send an assortment of candidates representing various interests (nobles from the Free Marches, Ferelden, etc. as well as various experts on things they think might appeal) and over the course of several months the elves get to choose which of them will be the other side of the arranged marriage. Cullen, fresh off becoming the Knight-Commander of the Gallows post-DA2, is chosen by Leliana specifically to represent the Chantry.

Basically: I read that codex entry and I immediately thought, okay but what if they weren't star-crossed lovers and they didn't die? and because my brain is the way it is I had to extrapolate: what would the elves be like now if they'd had several hundred years to research their own magic and develop their own science and culture? So I wanted to depict that, but I also like shenanigans. Hence, arranged marriage au with two reluctant participants who grow to respect and gradually care for each other. Also, I love the OC I made for it---a grumpy gardener who has Trauma relating to Tranquility---and I really really need to finish it for Adahlena's sake if nothing else.

It's one of those things that I really, really want to finish, have so many good ideas for...and when I sit down to write, poof! All gone.

[shannaraisles]

Two Times Hawke - notes that I might actually do something with

Modern AU for Dragon Age (obviously)

Poppy's LI is definitely Cullen (they went through too much in Marcher Fields for me to separate them in an AU!). Likely another secret relationship, but more because if it was made public it might affect both their public reputations - mostly his, since he is a very private, popular actor (in the words of @kagetsukai, think of Tom Hiddleston in terms of popularity and privacy).

Alex is still pining after Isabela in this AU, but he probably gets laid more than he did in the last outing he got! I can see him and Isabela having a more open relationship, especially since she is clearly in a band of her own and they don't get a huge amount of time to annoy each other in proximity, which would work for them.

Bethany has a failed marriage to Sebastian (journalist) behind her, and is apparently beginning to explore a relationship with Josephine Montilyet (civil rights lawyer), which I love for her and hate for me, because I have zero faith in my ability to write these two ladies in a relationship in canon much less in alternate universe, but yay!

Carver has been pining silently after Merrill (independent artist) for several years, never working up enough courage to actually do anything about it. In an attempt to make her notice him, he ropes a friend (OC - Siona Lavellan) into trying to make Merrill jealous, and sort of accidentally falls in love with her without realising it until she breaks it all off and stops talking to him because he's a butt-head.

Roni used to be part of a band called The Grey Wardens when she was in her late teens, early twenties, who broke up when the older members of the band decided they wanted to explore other artistic avenues. She stayed friendly with some of the band, but has recently got back in contact with Riordan, who is starting to make music again.

Trying to decide what of this I want to write. Might throw a prompt list up to see if anyone bites.

Thoughts?

[aly-the-writer]

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: non-inquisitor Lavellan/Cole

Siona Lavellan doesn’t surprise him when she climbs up to join him on the broken section of the wall. He’d felt her thoughts coming closer for a little while, and the way that they’d twisted just a little bit in worry – was something wrong? Did someone hurt him? Is he lonely outside the Fade? – but she still doesn’t say anything as she sits beside him.

Her shoulders relax a little as she notices the broken loaf of bread beside him and the birds on the part of the wall below her.

“Hmm,” she hums softly – putting it together.

She prefers animals to people but she can heal with her magic, so she heals.

She knows of the soldier who waits for winter. One of the tangles of pain and worry caught up and pushed aside in her mind loosens a little – if the soldier can hang onto life a little longer the healing might take, and the birds help him find the strength to do that.

Cole smiles a little to himself and dips his head to look at her from the corner of his eye.

Her hair’s tied back in a braid. She’s got hay in it from helping with the horses. No, probably not the horses. There’s a stubborn old dracolisk which doesn’t like people very much but does like her. She was probably taking care of it when she saw him up here.

They’re close enough he can easily see the dusting of freckles on her though they aren’t much darker than the tan of her skin. The violet tattoo that delicately paints across her forehead and chin look like the halla she used to help tend. She’s dressed for working in the stables too, not the sterile robes of a healer.

She notices him looking and smiles to him.

It’s still strange to let her see.

It’s hard not to be seen by the Inquisitor. His magic makes the Fade more real on this side, makes Cole more real too. The way he watches for Cole too. And the other brother is not very good with people, he likes Cole and is friendly but it is hard for him to talk to people sometimes and so sometimes it hurts less when his eyes pass over Cole instead. When he can’t be seen there’s no tangling worries of manners and how to soften a tongue like broken glass.

Siona had trouble remembering him too – at first.

She’d gotten mad when she realized that he’d made her forget his help. With Snappy. With the injured soldiers.

Then she’d worked to remember him. Talked to Solas and practiced new magic that made her nose itch to learn it.

To teach herself how to be his friend. So he wouldn’t be alone without anyone to help him either when he was done helping others’ hurts.

It…he’s not sure how to feel about more people remembering him, seeing him. He can’t help the Inquisitor and his allies - they care, they want to see him, except, maybe, Sera and she is just scared no matter what – but Siona isn’t like them.

She isn’t a fighter. The times she’s killed still hurt her in ways that have faded for the others. Even the deaths that were needed – bandits, Venatori, Red Templars – she can’t help but wonder if there was a way to fix their pain so that it didn’t spread. Her brothers don’t think like that, hardly anyone in Skyhold does.

“You have a nice smile,” she tells him, there’s more green than yellow in her eyes when she’s happy.

“I do?” he touches his lips – he hadn’t known he was. He doesn’t usually. It’s…expressions are hard, almost as hard as understanding the feelings that he has instead of just being them. Sometimes his face makes them without him knowing though, and sometimes when he tries to make them they just aren’t right.

“You do,” she nods, turning her eyes back to the birds and shifting a little, to spread her legs out in front of her and her shoulder brushes his.

“I like yours too.” He smiles, though he still dips his hat a little, embarrassed when she looks back at him.

Hesitantly she moves her fingers to brush against his, and then entangles them together. Warm and solid. There. Both of them are real.

The morning sun is higher and the bread and the birds have gone when she sighs softly and lets go of his hand – he didn’t need to be able to feel it to know that she was reluctant to do so.

“I have to go – but I will see you later, Cole,” she smiles to him – there’s a determination there. A promise. For her there is no way to ask how she knows.

He smiles back too, “Probably.”

She waves to him once she’s crossed the broken part of the wall before she leaves at a run – Stitches promised to teach her his poultice recipe if she helps mix potions for the Chargers today. His recipe works better than the one that the Keeper taught her.

[tuuliivanovas]

1, 11, and 18 for the OC ask? :D

1. Origins! How did you come up with the concept for your OC?

Ooh, Tuuli is good for this one! I was coming to an already established campaign so my oc went through a few drafts. Tuuli was originally a rogue air genasi and then a tiefling monk named Asa before she became Tuuli. I consolidated what I wanted aesthetically (horns) and worked them in. I also wanted to play a magic user cleric rather than a fighter so I built her to be very soft and social. She has these cute little hair buns that look like horns and are reminiscent of Venetian courtesans. So she is a social-climbing courtesan that got thrown into a different plane of existence.

11. Is there a place they go to in order to escape the world, the stresses of life? What’s their favourite place?

I pick Siona for this one since Skyhold really became her home. She L O V E S her chambers in the highest tower of the castle. It's far enough away from all her responsibilities and surrounded by nature.

18. Do they have a guilty conscience? Why? Did they ever do something they totally regretted?

Poor Cordelia...She is stuck in a horrible political situation. After the events with the sarcophagus, she sided with Strauss after saw LaCroix was mad and there weren't many other Tremere in her la. The anarchs viewed her as an oddity since nines didn't house the can within his faction. She's learning that Tremere chantry is more cutthroat than most and wished she chose no faction, but alas she's stuck and cursed.

[thevikingwoman]

I’m back I’m so sorry. But •What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves? (I can’t remember the number now...A 16 maybe?) But for Branwen, Iwyn and their parents?

thank you Bear

A. 17.  What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?

Branwen Lavellan

Branwen is easy. It was when Deshanna told him she wanted to retire, and that she was confident that he was ready to be Keeper. Now, it’s not normal for Keeper’s to retire, but after Clan Lavellan’s involvement with Wycome, things were a little different. So Branwen was very young (in his late 20s I think) when he became Keeper, and he was very proud. He was also humbled, because for all his yearning to prove that he is the Best Ever, he didn’t expect others to see it. It was a sobering moment, and his reflection proved Deshanna right - he was ready. 

Tawen Lavellan

As a young hunter, Tawen brought down a white stag while the Clan was at an Arlathvhen. Many people had seen the stag, and tried to hunt it without success. Tawen was succesful, and it did earn him his valleslin. He was quite proud of himself - too proud he would say, but he would still be very happy to tell the tale :)

Siona Lavellan

The moment she thinks of as her best, was when she moved away from her own clan to marry Tawen. Clan Lavellan is a clan where most members have some form or magic - maybe not enough to mages, but just a little. Siona’s parents were both mages, and her grandmother was the Keeper. She always felt a little envious of mages, and a little bit like a failure, not having magic like her parents. Moving to a clan where almost everyone has magic, and she has none, felt like a big leap, she was worried she would be looked down upon, but she decided to take a chance. Luckily she found friends and had no trouble moving to Tawen’s clan. 

Iwyn Lavellan

This is tricky. Iwyn has a lot of pride, but she doesn’t feel proud of herself as such. She does have a lot of moments she feel like she handled herself well, many things during the Inquisition and beyond. If she ever manages to give the elves some power in the Dales, she would be very proud!

that said, I think she is probably proud of how she handled Solas leaving? Right after the battle with Corypheus, she mostly wanted some time alone, to get her thoughts in order. But she went to the party and celebrated and felt good, even if she was very upset and confused. Background: when I was playing the game, I read a spoiler that Solas would break off the relationship, and this would lock the romance - I was waiting for the romance lock and worried I’d messed up - but I was not spoiled beyond that. So when he later tells you ‘everything will be clear later’ I thought he would re-engage the romance after the final battle. HAHAHA. yeah. what a fool I am. So naturally Iwyn thought the same - she accepted he broke things off, but only because he promised he would talk later. She was sure he would reconsider the relationship now Cory was dead. She was devastated when he just ran off. 

She had to take some pretty deep breaths to go to that party and put a big smile on her face. But she managed. 

Ask me OC Asks!

[aly-the-writer]

Hey! Hey! Hey! @hoehoehoelt borrowed my characters for a ficlet and did a fantastic job!!!

Happiness Only Lasts So Long...

A fic inspired by @aly-the-writer ! Get ready y’all!!! I might have to split this up into a couple parts too, so if you enjoyed this, then I hope you wish to stick around for the rest!

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Pairing: Adair Lavellan x Mahanon Lavellan

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Haleir grinned as he entered the Dalish camp, waving to a few of those he knew as he made his way to the Keepers Aravel, where he knew his brother would most likely be, probably studying away at this time with Adair and Siona. The three of them were generally pretty quiet. At least, a lot quieter than he was, so he never really considered the possibility of one of them being missing as he made his way over. He peeked his head inside the curtain first, looking to see who was around currently before proceeding with his plan to announce himself. Loudly.

He only say his twin and little sister there, so he walked in, before yelling loudly.

‘’Yo, bro! Siona! Good to see you!’’

He grinned in glee as his siblings subsequently jumped at the sound of his voice, before Taralyn turned around slightly to glare at him, and Siona stood up, throwing herself at him as she giggled.

‘’Hal! Look Tara, Hal’s home!’’

Hal chuckled quietly, reaching down to stroke his sisters hair, whilst looking at Taralyn to start up a conversation.

‘’What, not excited to see me? You wound me, brother.’’Taralyn didn’t answer straight away. Instead he looked back down at his book, before muttering his reply.

‘’It’s…Nice to see you…’’

Haleir accepted that that was all he was going to get out of his brother, and he pried Siona off of him gently, before looking around. Even if it was already obvious who wasn’t here.

‘’Where’s Adair? We practically raised the kid ourselves. He could at least come say hi.’’

Hal thought it was odd that the teenager wasn’t with them. Despite the reprimanding he often got from Tara, who truly did care about him, just didn’t know how to show it, he barely left their sides. It had been like that since the first day the pale elf had been brought to camp, bloody and unconscious. The twins had been thirteen at the time, and Siona only six.

Taralyn snorted. Haleir didn’t understand why. It was like he was almost…Amused?

‘’I’m not surprised you didn’t see him. You know Mahanon? Dalia’s kid? They’ve been growing close for a while, Adair and Mahanon, that is. They-’’

‘’Addie’s got a booooyfriiiiiend~!’’

Siona cut in then, and it made sense. That did explain why he wasn’t with them. He recalled Adair and Mahanon becoming something akin to friends as children, but he never thought it would go any further than that. Now they were courting? That was a twist in the tale that Hal hadn’t been expecting. Still, he was happy that Adair had found somebody at last to love, and he smirked to himself. This was the perfect time to go seek out the young couple, and perhaps ‘’subtly’’ warn Mahanon that if he ever did anything to hurt Adair, he would rise him from the dead just to kick his ass himself.

Just as he left the aravel to go do that though, he saw the two of them pass. They were walking through camp, holding hands and talking. Mahanon must have said something funny, as Adair brought his hand up to his mouth to cover his laugh. Mahanon wouldn’t have that though, and stopped walking long enough to pull Adair’s hand away, before using his free hand to tuck a piece of the smaller elf’ hairs startlingly white hair behind his ear. He also leaned forward to press a kiss to the pale elf’s cheek, and Hal had to stop himself from bursting out laughing right then and there from the shade of red Adair turned. He did have to smile at how sappy it looked however. Adair seemed to be smiling a lot more than he ever did growing up, despite his best attempts to show that his past hadn’t affected him as much as it really did. And Hal was grateful to Mahanon for that. He just hoped Mahanon would never break the young elf’s heart. Which reminded him. He would definitely need to have a word with Mahanon regarding that. For now though, he was content to let the couple be, and watch from the sidelines…

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First part done! Next up is how Taralyn feels, then Adair, then the really angsty stuff happens..Ohohoho.

[hawkesvarric]

ok ok ok so I restructured my DAI oc’s (again. i’m never happy w them lol) and I think I’ve got it all figured out finally. plus some world-states so whee!!

Margot Trevelyan, warrior, romances Sera (she’s Baby so I legally can’t change her or make her uncanon at this point even tho I do think Sera is so cute w Cadash or Adaar ;n;)

Helene Trevelyan, mage, romances Blackwall 

Herah Adaar, mage, romances Josephine

Dhaveira Lavellan, rogue, romances Iron Bull

Edric Cadash, rogue, romances Dorian (that’s right BABY he’s back! and this time he’s gay! I missed my dwarf son)

As far as world-states go:

CANON - Shaene Tabris, Tatiana Hawke, Margot Trevelyan

Daylen Amell, Arista Hawke, Dhaveira Lavellan

Pola Brosca, Gabriel Hawke, Herah Adaar

Wesley Cousland, Fenris romance Hawke??, Edric Cadash

Siona Mahariel, Anders romance Hawke??, Helene Trevelyan

[lyrium-lavellan]

OC Introduction - Ashann Lavellan

One for my favorite dude using the template by @slothssassin !

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Role: Inquisitor

Class: Rogue / Ranged

Specialisation: Artificer

Basics

Full Name: Ashann Lavellan

Nickname(s): Ash, Loverboy

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay

Occupation and Titles: Inquisitor

Birthday: 9 Wintermarch, 9:15 Dragon(26 years old at the Conclave)

Physical Description: 6′ tall, very slim build with mostly lean muscle, dark brown hair, blue-green eyes, light skin with warm, pinkish undertones. Dark, mild blue vallaslin(simplified Mythal design).

Clothing Style: Practical cotton or linen shirts and cropped pants, armor, Dalish leathers and no shoes. He dresses in mostly darker, natural tones, with an occasional splash of red, yellow or purple.

Background

Born into Clan Lavellan, Ashann was a happy child. He quickly became a skilled hunter and protector, defending the clan from numerous threats. His life was relatively uneventful before the Conclave, except for some strife during his teenage years as he struggled to accept his sexuality. 

Ash took the shock of his new role better than expected. He melded well with the humans, and quickly befriended the entire Inquisition. Before long, he was well-loved, respected, and had a reputation for wit, charm and generosity. 

This unending good attitude was taxing on him, though. He turned to Josephine to help him keep his façade up, and took quite a few lessons(more than he’d like to admit) from her on diplomacy and court etiquette before heading to the Winter Palace, where he promptly charmed the entire Orlesian court into submission.

During this time, he’d begun a relationship with Dorian. He was hesitant at first - not because Dorian was a mage, or from Tevinter, but because he didn’t hope for more. He never thought he could have an actual loving relationship, rather than just a one-night fling. As time went on, Ash started to have deeper feelings for Dorian. It frightened him at first - he’d never felt as strong a connection to anyone else. But with Dorian, well... Everything else, the entire world, melted away. It was just them.

So, their relationship gradually became more serious, exclusive, and much more sappy and romantic. Needless to say, they are a power couple for the ages. They defeated Corypheus together, how could they not be.

As the Exalted Council drew to a close, Ashann chose to disband the Inquisition and keep fighting behind the scenes. There were more pressing matters to attend to in his life and mind, which required some amount of subterfuge and secrecy. 

Chief among them is Dorian’s endeavor to reform the magisterium and by extent, the Imperium itself. Ashann thought this an important endeavor, and while he can’t stay with Dorian in Minrathous, he occasionally visits(traveling from his estate in Kirkwall). He enjoys a mostly quiet life, managing a large network of spies, smugglers and informants while he sips on expensive wine and continues to scandalize high society with his pointy ears and illustrious presence. He wouldn’t miss his favorite pastime for anything.

Combat & Skills

Preferred Fighting Style: He usually fights from a distance with his bow, preferring to get to high ground and strike and kill enemies before they even know what hit them.

Favorite Weapon: His bow, but he can pick up a sword if needed.

Magical Abilities: None, other than the Anchor.

Special Skills: His ridiculous charm. 

Relationships

Family: Clan Lavellan. His parents, obviously. He has a younger sister, Siona, that he keeps in regular contact with and whom eventually comes to live with him, and maintain his estate while he’s visiting Dorian.

Love Interest: Dorian!

Best Friends: Dorian, Varric, Josephine, Vivienne, Iron Bull, Solas

Personality

Positive Traits: Charming, Persistent, Dedicated

Negative Traits: Anxious, with Crippling Self-Doubt and Self-Hatred

Likes: Sipping wine in the tavern, the market at Val Royeaux, the concept of facial hair.

Dislikes: Bad manners, Orlesians, people assuming he’s like other elves

Fears: Rejection, Hopeless Love, Being Vulnerable

Guilty Pleasure: Sleeping in

Hobbies: Running a small spy network under Leliana’s tutelage, entertaining diplomats and nobles, meticulously maintaining Skyhold’s garden and planting plenty of rose bushes.

[timeforelfnonsense]

30 Day Dragon Age OC Challenge

Hello! I’m busy as heck up I miss posting on here so I’m going to try to do this for all of girls! The original post is here and I would love to see y’all do this I love your ocs!! 

Day 1: Introduction

Describe your character in 140 characters. Now have your character describe themself in 140 characters. Also provide any of the basic biographical stats you wish: full name, age, pronouns, gender, class/specializations, etc.

Sylvas Mahariel: 

Headstrong, persuasive, fierce, proud, pragmatic,self-assured, noble  

( art by @rennybu part of this amazing commission they did for me!)

Full name: Sylvas Siona Mahariel 

Age: 18 turning 19 during the blight, 28 at the time of Inquisition (making her 30 post trespasser) 

Height: 5″3 

Hair: Waist length lose black curls that she always keeps up in a bun

Eyes: Grey  

Class: Rouge archer 

Specialization: ranger, Assassin 

Pronouns: She series 

Sylvas was raised by Ashalle in Clan Sabre for the first 18 years of her life. She was always a very responsible and caring person who put the good of the clan and others before herself. She is a thinker and a problem solver, the kind of person who always has a plan. She loves her clan and feels deep pride in her dalish roots. She got her blood writing at 16 before most of the other elves her age. She was apprehensive about leaving the clan, having had almost no human contact her whole life. She is prideful and fierce and tends to put up a wall until she feels comfortable. She is very privet about her emotions and feels burdensome when she tells others about her troubles. She holds herself to a very high standard and can be very hard on herself. She has a silver tongue and can almost always get others to see reason (or at least what she thinks is reason). She is very straight forward and appreciates when people speak plainly with her. She always tries to do what’s right for the greater good but sees ends to a means as well. Even with her small size many people find her intimidating, she takes no shit and definitely gives out the vibe she isn’t one to be walked all over. She has a pretty dry wit herself but she loves people who can make her laugh. 

I am Warden commander Sylvas Mahariel of Clan Sabre. I find it hard to talk about myself as I feel there isn’t much to be said that would be of interest aside from what is already public knowledge. I would say I am a capable leader and someone my friends and charges can rely on. I am practical and pragmatic, I am the person you come to if you need a plan or a problem solved. I value dignity and honor. If you make a promise to me you best keep it, a person is only as good as their word. I can't stand the petty squabbles of nobility who refuse to see the needs of others before their own. I am the first to admit I am not quick to trust but I care deeply for those I do and would do anything for them if the called upon me.  

Ygritte Hawke:

Cocky, independent, charming, witty, rebellious, alluring, bold  

Full name: Ygritte Hawke

Age: 22 during the blight, 23 act one 26 act two, 29 act three and start of Inquisition (Making her 31 post trespasser.)

Height: 5″8

Hair: Ginger hair she always keeps short with her signature Bettie page bangs. 

Eyes: Blue

Class: Mage

Specialization: Force Mage, Sprite healer 

Pronouns: She series

Ygritte was born and raised in Lothering. Being a mage she and her sister spent a lot of time with her father. They were very close and she gets her sarcastic, humorous nature from him. Her parents were strict about her using her magic and very protective. Ygritte is very rebellious though so that didn’t really stop her. She would also sneak out all the time.She was always very pretty and charming, turning the heads of many young men and ladies in her village. However due to her life as an apostate she never really allowed anything to become more than a fling for fear of being found out.She has always been a big flirt and very confident in herself. She’s super independent and very used to looking out for herself. In some ways this is a really good thing but it also tends to make her a little self-centered at times. She is headstrong and bold, never one to shy away from sharing her beliefs even when they are controversial. The Kirkwall gang was her first group of real close friends outside of her siblings and she really flourished with them around her. She is clever and thinks fast on her feet. Isabella says she could have been a rouge in another life! She’s the life of the party and wants to live her life to the fullest. As she has grown up she had become a little less selfish and a bit more thoughtful. She is very protective of her friends and family and would cross hell and high water to help them.

Well hello, 

You can call me Hawke. Before you ask yes it’s only Hawke  Miss Ygritte if you are nasty. I suppose I’m the champion of Kirkwall though I’m not sure if they let you keep the nice title after your boyfriend sticks it to the Chantry? How would I describe myself? I’m Clever and witty and down for any adventure. I know who I am and what I want and I’ve never been afraid to go after it. I’m not what you’d call discrete. I’m opinionated but I’m always ready to back up my arguments, I’m not all talk believe it or not! I’m a real looker and I know it. I think it’s a waste of time and energy to not see oneself in the best light. I just want to live a good life, make some memories and some changes. 

Ashalle Lavellan: 

Compassionate, persistent, clever, free-spirited, trusting, optimistic.

Full name: Ashalle Fellenaste Lavellan 

Age:22 at the start of Inquisition, 24 by the end (making her 26 by the end of trespasser)

Height: 5″0

Hair: Silver hair that on a good days holds a soft, romantic curl but out in the field gets pretty wild.

Eyes: Green

Class: Duel Dagger Rouge 

Specialization:  Assassin

Pronouns: She series

Ashalle was raised by her mother, grandmother and aunt in her clan in the free marches.Her Grandmother was her clan’s keeper, her aunt the first and her mother the clan healer. She however is not a mage like her father. Her father died when she was a teenager, they were very close and the loss deeply affected her. Ashalle is a total hippie. She lives her life following her impulses and her gut. She hate’s feeling caged or held back in anyway. She has a huge heart and is quick to trust and let others in. However it would be unwise to break that trust. She has a pretty nasty taste for vengeance and her sweet demeanor can sour pretty quickly if she feels you have wronged her or those she cares for. She is working on being more even tempered but it doesn't always work out that way. She loves fiercely and with everything she has.She is an optimist and very persistent. She’d never give up on someone she cared about no matter what. She feels a sense of loyalty to all elves dalish or city. She  dreams of seeing her people thriving and living well once more. She wants to know everything and anything there is to know about elves. Even if she isn’t a mage she loves magic and respects mages and supports their freedom. She holds so much compassion and I think that’s why she stayed on as inquisitor after the breach was closed the first time. She saw so much hurt happening and she couldn’t stand by and watch others suffer when she knew she could help. She is whimsical and curious always ready to do something new and exciting. She is extremely emotional and this mixed with her impulsive nature gets her into trouble sometimes.

Andaran atish’an,

They call me Ashalle. Oh hallashit how would I describe myself? Ummm I would say I’m bright! I have a knack for elven history and legend! I love stories and songs and I am always ready to share them with anyone who will lend an ear! I know I am a good friend, I would do anything for my loved ones. I never give up on someone I care for. Not ever; no matter what. I do have a bit of a mean streak. Not a mean streak per say, I just I get so angry sometimes and sometimes I just do things and I don’t think and I make a mess of everything. I’m working on it and I’m lucky to surrounded with more even tempers to help me. I love pretty things and sweets. I know that sounds silly but growing up with my clan I didn’t get to have fancy things or sweets. Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t trade my upbringing for all the gowns and cake in the world! I’m pretty easy to get on with and I make friends quickly! I want to do right by the world and leave it better than I found it. I want to see my people thriving and safe once more. I want us to know what we have lost even if we don’t like everything we find. I know I am always growing and changing and I think that is probably the best adventure; growing strong and finding more of myself.

[rhunae]

OC Profile

I was tagged by @ielmoe & @goblin-deity . Thank you! I’m gonna tag: Anyone who wants to do this! Go for it!

Serafina | Inquisitor

B A S I C S

full name: Serafina Viera Lavellan gender: Female sexuality: Hetrosexual pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Terys Lavellan (father), Viera (mother), Siona (younger sister), Soufeis, (younger brother), Shathor Lavellan (uncle, deceased), Luda (aunt. after Shathor died, she remarried and joined her new husband’s clan), Luc (cousin), all of the Lavellan descendants. birthplace: late spring in the Vimmark Mountains northwest of Kirkwall job: Dalish Mage / Keeper’s First  / Inquisitor phobias:  Cryophobia,  Arachnephobia guilty pleasures: Drinking with Iron Bull and the Chargers, sharing frilly cakes with Solas hobbies: Reading, exploring ruins, herbology, learning to dream with Solas (latent talent that the anchor tapped into and remains after the anchor is gone)

M O R A L S

morality alignment? Neutral good

sins: Desire / Despair / Envy / Fear / Hunger / Pride / Rage / Sloth

virtues: Charity / Chastity / Diligence / Humility / Justice / Kindness / Patience

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extrovert

organized/disorganized: disorganized, that’s what Josephine is for, right?

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: calm

disagreeable/agreeable: agreeable

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: reserved

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unempathic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic

traditional/modern: traditional

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Solas

acceptable ships: Iron Bull

ot3: Solas,Iron Bull

brotp: Cole, Varric & Dorian

notp: Cullen

[aly-the-writer]

"Fight me, you attractive stranger" for Taralyn and Dorian

Nonnie!!!!! THANK YOU! :D This was a lot of fun to write, even if I went with an entirely self-indulgent ‘Dales Never Fell’ AU. Slight grammatical adjustments to the prompt for Tara’s personality but I had fun writing this. ^^

Dorian Pavus, Altus of the TevinterImperium, heir to his father’s seat on the Magisterium and all around socialpariah in his homeland was perhaps not overly surprised to find that theposition of Ambassador to the Dales was not one that earned him much love amongthe Dalish people.

The Dales were a prickly, fiercelyindependent nation remarkable for their free and independent elven population. Their relationshipwith his homeland was also…poor, to say the least.

Not that the Dales seemed keen on gettingalong with their neighbors either.

Although, since the Blight Ferelden’sKing Cailan though had begun to build a true friendship with the country thatlay between his fertile kingdom (famed both for its rich lands and dogs) andthe ever hungry Empire of Orlais whose conflicts with the Dales had ignitednearly as frequently as those between the Imperium and the Qun.

Currently his tour-guide waspointing out where the Andrastian Chantry for the city stood, though he wouldhave recognized it for the Sunburst banners and silver-clad knights without heraid.

“We accepted many refugees fromFerelden ten years ago, and more recently have taken in mages fleeing from theTemplar-Mage conflicts. They needed a place for their Maker.”

“Oh?” he tried to sound interested.

Truthfully he would have ratherbeen back home studying magic – or, preferably, the bottom of a wine bottle –his recent affair with one of the Archon’s grandsons had garnered quite a bitof attention back home and so he’d been shipped off to allow the scandal of itto die down and – it was his father’s hope – for the Archon to forget aboutsending assassins.

If not he would have preferred tostay in the rooms that he had been granted the use of during his stay, notfetched out into the bright, colorful marketplace for a walk with thefriendliest elf he’d met during his stay so far.

A low explosion – that clearlyrecognizable as a mana discharge – followed by shouts and jeering in the elvenlanguage. Cheering? An explosion?

Siona cast him a sidelong look,catching his confusion in the furrowing of his brows, and laughed a bit.

“It’s the training rings,” sheexplained, catching his sleeve and weaving through the crowd so they had a goodview of a fence-ringed pit, Dorian tugged after her.

They arrived to see a red hairedelf dump a human on his backside in the mud then offer him a hand up afterextracting his yield with a shimmering blade held at his throat. There was a friendlyexchange before the human climbed back out of the fighting pit to the knot ofblue-and-silver uniforms.

One of the green clad warriorscalled something down to the red head who raised a brow and gestured for thecaller to join him in the ring. The sides of the mud-filled pit were set a goodtwelve feet into the earth – the sides scarred with magic and showing why a training ring had been carved outof the earth rather than simply having a fence constructed around it.

He could see several simpler fencesstanding empty in the area. Those who would usually have been using them amongthe on-lookers for the mage’s sparring sessions.

“He seems rather…stiff,” Dorian murmured,examining the red head. A staff in one hand and an empty hilt in the other – a knight-enchanter,given the mess of mud that they were fighting in it wasn’t really a surprisethat those who were competing hadstripped down to just their trousers in favor of avoiding scouring mud from theelegant looking armor of their respective orders. (It was a view that Doriancould definitely appreciate if nothing else.)

He vaguely remembered meeting thered head before - during one of the previous tours he’d been dragged along bySiona on – to the University that time. The red head had not been wearing armorthen either, instead had been half buried in his tomes and glaring when they’dmade too much noise in the library.

Siona laughed a little, “He does has that reputation. He’s one ofthe best Fade Hunters in the Dales though.”

Green eyes locked on Dorian and ahead tilted to the side, long red locks loose from his previous matches fallinginto his face. A slow assessment traced over Dorian and he called up to Siona in elven. (Dorian would have to convince someone to give him lessons eventually, wouldn’t he?)

She rolled her eyes and calledsomething back.

The red head shrugged beforelooking to Dorian again. His Trade was accented heavily, but there was a glintto his eye that showed despite his straight face that the warrior was perhapsnot quite as stiff or stern as Dorian’sfirst impressions.

“Fight me,” he challenged, gesturing for Dorian to join him, “You –the attractive stranger.”

[tuuliivanovas]

I'm really making siona worse in 2022 😅 baby girl is a murder elf

[thevikingwoman]

I really want to develop Iwyn’s and Branwen’s parents, Siona and Tawen.

Please send me some asks from list or make up your own questions.

Character solidifying!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

[thevikingwoman]

Cinnamon Roll meme

Tagged by @galadrieljones @buttsonthebeach @katalyna-rose  @empresstress13

Thanks for tags everyone!! I 

Looks like a Cinnamon Roll but can actually kill you:  Tawen Lavellan. (Iwyn’s dad) He might look like he is a few years shy of retirement, but he still a Master Hunter. 

Looks like a Cinnamon Roll and is a Cinnamon Roll: Branwen Lavellan. (Iwyn’s little brother). He looks sweet, and he is. Though he has a temper, and knows offensive magic, he isn’t really cut out for war. 

Looks like they can kill you but is actually a Cinnamon Roll: Siona Lavellan. (Iwyn’s mom). She looks hard, in a way, but really she just want to share some food and a joke. Edit: Max Trevelyan. Don’t let the heavy armor fool you. 

Looks like they can kill you and can kill you: Iwyn Lavellan. I mean she would prefer not to? But she will, if necessary. 

Sinnamon Roll: Iwyn Lavellan. No comments.

Tagging - @kaoruyogi @solverne @idrelle-miocovani @destinyapostasy @ma-sulevin @5ftgarden @bearly-tolerable

[royal-babey]

Why Did You Scream Like That?

Answering a writing prompt for @aly-the-writer ! Thanks for letting me borrow Siona!!! ^^

Characters (Non-romantic): Kit and Siona

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Kit had known Siona and her brothers for about a month now after stumbling into camp one day, needing desperate help. She had been the one to save his life, and was one of the few people who hadn’t actively dismissed him after finding out he could be a lot more troublesome than he seemed. Especially when it came to his wild, almost ‘‘savage’‘ nature, his ‘’odd vallaslin’’, and the lack of skill in controlling his magic. They had grown rather close as friends, since...Well, she was really the only person who could keep him quiet for longer than ten seconds. And because he generally respected her almost instantly, compared to his reaction to her older brother Taralyn, and his twin Haleir. Although he did like the latter.

After Kit had recovered and made his wilder nature known, the first thing she did was take him to the halla pen, telling him that if he wanted them to like him, then Kit would have to keep himself as calm as possible for them. And it worked! He loved animals, so he knew he would have to act ‘‘normal’‘ if he wanted a chance of them even coming near him.

~

Today, Keeper Deshanna had asked Siona to take Kit with her into the nearby woods, to gather some fresh herbs. Specifically, elfroot and deep mushrooms, since they were running low. And she wanted to be stocked up before they left the Emerald Graves.

Siona had to admit, she found the endless energy Kit seemed to posses after having saved it up for a month, amusing. He couldn’t stop exploring everything, and occasionally she would hear him rustling nearby, or she would hear a loud thump as he fell either from a tree or because in his excitement, he forgot to look where he was going, and ran into one instead.

She hadn’t quite realised how long they had been away from camp, until Kit tapped her shoulder to catch her attention, and pointed above them at the sky. They had left at approximately nine in the morning, and the sun was now straight above them, signalling noon. Siona sighed softly, looking down at the now almost full pouch of herbs attached to her waist, and nodded in agreement. They should get back before the others, specifically Taralyn, began to worry.

~

Just as they were about to leave though, Kit suddenly grabbed her and pulled her down with him as he crouched behind some tall grass, covering her mouth when an alarmed squawk threatened to emerge. She glared at him briefly, before looking over in the direction he was staring at, and her eyes widened. There was a band of Templars roaming around. Siona didn’t understand, why were they so close to camp? And why hadn’t the scouts informed them that there was Templars nearby? The only reasoning she could think of was that they were now dead, and she felt sickened at the thought...

she thought that maybe trying to wait them out would be the best plan, but with every step, they neared closer and closer to Kit and her hiding place. They would either need to strike first, or risk running and end up dead too...Kit seemed to be thinking the same thing, and he made sure he had Siona’s attention before lifting up his hands, and signing to her.

‘’Use your roots to immobilize the ones nearest to that tree, and I’ll paralyze the rest, We can run to camp. No one needs to die.’’

Siona was suddenly very glad she had asked Kit to teach her sign, and she smiled warily, before leaning up a little so that she would be able to see what she was doing.

At least three Templars were next to a tree. A large Oak. She closed her eyes, focusing her magic to that particular area, before allowing her energy to travel through the ground and into the roots embedded underneath. Once she was sure she had a strong enough foothold, she opened her eyes in order to lead them to her targets. Siona watched at they cried out in surprise when the ancient roots suddenly encased their bodies, and she saw Kit stand up too. She knew he had trouble concentrating her magic, and letting out only certain amounts of power, but surprisingly, he pulled off without fault, and turned to her, grinning proudly before grabbing her hand and starting to run in the direction of camp.

Kit thought they were safe. All the templars were incapacitated, and none of them would be strong enough to de-spell that much raw power, no matter how much it may be toned down on Siona’s side of things. He thought there wouldn’t be any danger anymore. That they would be safe once they reached camp. But things could never be that easy...No. One of the Templars just had to break free from Kit’s paralysis spell. and start chasing after them with his maul, roaring in pure rage as he swung it, quickly catching up to them with great strides.

Kit’s heart was pounding in his ears. He had to protect Siona. She didn't have time to reach out to a tree this quick, and he didn't know if he would be able to trap the Templar again without breaking off his other glyph. So, he would have to take a risk...He slowed down, pushing Siona ahead of him in an attempt to tell her to keep running, and he stooped, turning around to face the charging Templar as he drew his own dagger from his pocket. If he aimed in just the right spot, then he could incapacitate the Templar long enough to kill him, and stop this chase.

The Templar was getting closer now. Truthfully, he was a little afraid. He had never had someone this much bigger than him advancing on him so. But he had to stand his grown. For the clan. For Siona...

Siona watched in horror at Kit’s stupid split second decision, and tears gathered in her eyes as she reached her hand out, only being able to scream as the templar reached him at last, his great maul swinging downwards in a one shot blow to the side of Kit’s head.

‘’KIT!!!’’

Only...It never connected, and she watched in shock as the templar dropped his weapon to the ground, slowly collapsing after it just a few seconds later. She dropped to her own knees too. Kit was alive...And he turned to her, wiping his dagger on his shirt and raising an eyebrow in confusion as he walked over to her. He put his dagger away as he crouched down before her, and signed to her.

‘’Why did you scream like that?’’

Siona gulped, barely managing one word.

‘’Because...’’

Then in amongst the shock and relief, anger set in. And her eyes narriowed as he glared at Kit, before shoving him. He lost his balance, and toppled over, but didn't get mad. Instead his face was impassive, as if his was a normal occurrence, as she screamed at him.

‘’Because I thought you were going to die, you idiot!!! Why would you do that?!’’

He didn't give her an answer. Instead he stood up, and gave her one of his stupidly bright smiles as he offered her his hand, to help her up. And she understood his message simply through that one simple action.

‘Let’s go home’

~

I hope this is okay! Thank you for requesting, and for reading! ^^