#siona lavellan (dragon age inquisition)

[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.

[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.

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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.

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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’

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

[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.

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OC Facts~

Thanks for the tag, @gugle1980​. ^_^ As always, I tag anyone else who wants to do this! (@ me so I can read about your OCs. <3)

GENERAL

Name: Ioren Lavellan Alias(es): Herald, Inquisitor Gender: Female  Age: 24 Date of birth: 9:16 Dragon, I believe; sometime in autumn Place of birth: The Free Marches Spoken languages: Common, rough elven Sexual orientation: She has never put a label to it, herself, but I would call her pansexual Occupation: In her own words: “Inquisitor: Herald of Andraste, Slayer of Dragons, Handler of Things.”

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Hazel (brown/blue) Hair colour: Dark brown (much darker than in-game) Height: 5′4″ Scars: Some, battle scars she’s gotten over her time in the Inquisition, notably a rather large one across her torso from a fight with a dragon Burns: She has a few burn marks over her arms and leg, from magic mishaps  Overweight: Not during the events of Inquisition, though I imagine she softens up quite a bit after Trespasser and the births of her children Underweight: Nope

FAVOURITE

Colour: Gold, teal, green Hair colour: Ehh doesn’t really have one? Eye colour: Also doesn’t really have one Music genre: She likes ballads and pretty instrumental songs Movie genre: N/A Tv show: N/A Food: Lemon cakes, breakfast foods Drink: Tea, elven ale Book: Ioren would never be able to pick a favorite book

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Nope Had sex: Yes Had sex in public: Yes Gotten pregnant: Yes Kissed a boy: Yes Kissed a girl: Yes Gotten tattoos: Technically, if you count vallaslin as tattoos Gotten piercings: Yep, a few in her ears Had a broken heart: Yes Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Almost certainly

ARE THEY

A virgin: Nope A cuddler: 10000% a cuddlebug A kisser: Yes Scared easily: Nope Jealous easily: Ehh, not really.  Trustworthy: Usually! Dominant: Sometimes, leaning towards this side Submissive: Sometimes In love: Yes~ Single: Nope

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: No Thought of suicide: No Attempted suicide: No Wanted to kill someone: Yes Drove a car: N/A Have/had a job: Yes Have any fears: Definitely. Her #1 fear is her failure leading to people she loves being harmed or you know, the world ending.

FAMILY

sibling(s): None parents: Her father is the hahren of Clan Lavellan, her mouth is a hunter children: Leilani and Siona Rutherford pets: a cat (Tootsy), “Cullen’s” mabari (Cal), her horse (Doshiel)

[acaseymonster]

Apologies for the crummy notebook paper sketch (you can see a little pig through on the other side, haha) but I was sketching my absolutely PRESH Inquisitor in class today and had to share. No valasalin because they are a pain to draw and I'm lazy, but she has the full-face Mythal ones.

[aly-the-writer]

Siona Rasa Lavellan

Gender: Female

Born: 6 Harvestmere 9:22 Dragon

Race: Elf

Sexuality: Bisexual

Class: Mage

Hair Color: Red-blond

Hair Style: Siona wore her hair long and braided similar to the styles that her brothers wear prior to the Inquisition but when she snuck away from the Clan so she could follow them she cut most of it off so it’s short and around her ears. It’s slowly growing back though. (It’s long again by Trespasser.)

Eye Color: Yellow-green.

Tattoos: pale violet vallaslin in the design for Ghilan’nain.

Piercings: None (At least when she first arrives at the Inquisition, later she talks Josie into helping her pierce them for the ball at the Winter Palace so she can wear earrings.)

Height: 5’4

Scars: None, unless she was present at Haven in which case she has a long shallow scar on her right cheek that she got while helping to defend the Chantry.

Other Features: Like the rest of her family she’s got a lot of freckles.

Dress: Usually Siona chooses simply clothing. She spends a lot of her free time around animals so she wears durable clothes that don’t have a lot of fancy decoration that tiny claws or teeth might rip off. A plain shirt and pants usually does the trick for her. Or if it’s a more formal event she has several outfits that Vivienne helped her pick out that she’ll wear even though sometimes she feels out of place in things that fine.

Winter Palace Dress: Siona attends the Winter Palace if her brother is the Inquisitor. Vivienne usually takes the younger mage under wing and insures she’s dressed fashionably for the court and procures a delicate woven wire mask that has her vallaslin done in color the way that her brother Taralyn designs his mask to reflect his.

 Occupation Prior to Breach: Second to Clan Lavellan

Class: Mage

Specialization: Keeper

Conditions to Join Inquisition if not Inquisitor: Taralyn or Haleir joined the Inquisition and have remained. If Taralyn leaves the Inquisition, Siona will as well. Usually rather than being recruited she just shows up at Skyhold.

Role in Inquisition (if not Inquisitor): Siona isn’t ever the Inquisitor. When her brothers are Inquisitor she usually acts officially as one of Skyhold’s healer mages, working under the guidance of the older more experienced mages in the keep, and also helping Josie act as hostess on the Inquisitor’s behalf when the Ambassador needs her to. If her brothers are not Inquisitor she simply joins as a healer. In both situations she gains a reputation for being the one to go to with hurt animals since she has a strong affinity for them.

Languages Spoken: Trade, Elven

Languages Read: Trade, Elven

Talents & Skills:

-Healing: Siona’s magic trends towards natural and creation magics most naturally. Healing was not the most natural shape for her power but it was close enough and it was what she wanted to learn because it was what she viewed as being most able to help.

-Plant Magic: The other major form her magic takes is when she’s has to defend people she draws on the old Dalish traditions. Her brothers had no affinity for the nature magic that the Dalish Keepers are infamous for but she did. She’s still learning her magic’s limits though and how to fully control it and so she doesn’t really feel comfortable taking a position in the field (to her brothers’ great relief).

-Managing the Twins: Taralyn and Haleir Lavellan can be a handful to deal with, particularly when the two brothers are put in close quarters with one another for too long. Siona learned very early on by having them both wrapped around her fingers she had one of the easiest times getting them to stop bickering and snipping at one another.

Hobbies: Siona’s favorite pastime is helping with the animals. Most the time if she’s free she’s at the stables giving Horse Master Dennet a hand or helping take care of Leliana’s birds.  

 Personality: The youngest of Clan Lavellan’s mages and the least difficult to manage Siona is used to being left on her own. It’s not necessarily that she is any less prone to trouble making than her brother Hal it’s that because she acts more mature she’s less exuberant about when she is up to no good.

Stubbornness is a familial trait with the trio and Siona has it in spades. When told that she couldn’t join the boys at Skyhold she simply made the journey on her own.

Mages or Templars?: Mages. However, she doesn’t really think Templars are all that bad either though. The ones attacking them are, obviously, but there are mages and people who aren’t either working for Corypheus too. Siona was sheltered by her brothers prior to the Conclave and so never had the run ins with the knights that they did only knew that she shouldn’t use her magic where one might see. The ones in the Inquisition aren’t so bad – a lot of them remind her a bit of Taralyn actually – but she worries about the way she can feel the lyrium singing in their blood and the hurts that that causes.

Religion: Dalish

Approves of: Kindness, Helping, Easing Suffering, Laughter, Family (Found and Blood)

Disapproves of:  Slavery, Using Magic for Evil, Refusing to Help, Snakes but also Harming Snakes for No Good Reason

Favorite Thing About Being in the Inquisition: It’s an equal tie between finally having some independence from her brothers while actually having them nearby too and all the animals that she meets living in Skyhold, but Loaf the Nug is her favorite.

Least Favorite Thing about Being in the Inquisition: Watching the Inquisitor and their advisors try to carry all that weight, especially when they’re one of her brothers.

 Family:

- Ethelan Lavellan: Father, deceased. Ethelan Lavellan was one of Clan Lavellan’s warriors who perished during the Fifth Blight. (If the Hero allied with the Dalish Ethelan is killed during the Battle of Denerim, if the Hero allied with the werewolves Ethelan is killed by a wandering band of Darkspawn in the Marches.) Ethelan doted on Siona and tried to keep her away from weapons and magic.

- Rasa Lavellan: Mother, deceased. Rasa Lavellan was one of Clan Lavellan’s Hall Keepers. She was killed in a conflict with human bandits seeking to steal Halla, presumably to sell their parts, in Dragon 9:26. Siona doesn’t really remember Rasa but she knows from her brothers that she gets her affinity with animals from her.

-Taralyn Ethelan Lavellan: Elder brother. When their father died Siona was only eight and that left her in the care of the Clan, but primarily her elder brothers and the knowledge that one of the three of them would have to leave Clan Lavellan due to their magic. When Hal left that meant Tara was the one who finished raising her. Strict to the point of harshness with most, Tara was always far gentler with Siona than anyone else

- Haleir Ethelan Lavellan: Elder brother. To protect her place among the Dalish when her magic manifested – with the twins already mages – Hal decided to take the responsibility of leaving the Clan for himself. While he’s always a warm figure when he’s around she knows there’s a lot that Hal won’t tell any of the Clan and it makes her worry and its part of why she has a hard time accepting her magic as being part of her.

Romance: None

Varric’s Nickname: “Snowdrop”

Relationship with Advisors & Companions:

Leliana:  Where her brothers rarely interact anyone except Leliana the Spymaster and end up wary and cautious of her as a result Siona tends to see the more caring aspects that the woman would prefer to hide away. First when Leliana asks for her help looking after her flock – Siona is a capable healer and more practiced with animals than most the Circle mages and unfortunately her birds sometimes come back to her injured doing their jobs – and then when she goes to Leliana for help raising a baby nug that the Chargers leave in her care. When Siona busy in the infirmary with her role as an apprentice healer Loaf is usually being looked after by Leliana because no one is going to tell the Spymaster that she can’t have the little nugglet in the war room. Leliana, in return, develops a protectiveness of the elf similar to the one she has for Josephine. She knows most trouble that goes their way they’re capable of handling on their own but she would still rather see to it that trouble is too busy quaking in their boots and checking over their shoulders to try.

Cullen:  Siona doesn’t have much to do with Cullen. She’s seen him sometimes while working as a healer or because he’s friends with Tara and she’ll sometimes join Dorian to watch the two of them practicing. She knows he gets headaches sometimes though and spends too much time being serious so she’s conspired with Cole occasionally to release puppies into his office. He’s Ferelden so he’s got to like dogs and puppies make everything better – at least for a little bit.

Josephine Montilyet: Tara and Hal entrust Josie with taking care of their sister when they’re away from Skyhold. Knowing that Siona is about Yvette’s age she prepares for the worst. Siona, however, while prone to occasional bouts of pranks and several short lived crushes on various people around Skyhold – as of yet no one has found the courage to brave her brothers’ protective natures and return any interest – the youngest of the siblings is more responsible than Josephine expected. Of course the stables are not really a fitting place for the Inquisitor’s sister but Dennet has assured her that he keeps an eye on her and so long as she attends her lessons and to her duties Josie sees no reason why Siona shouldn’t be permitted a little fun.

Cassandra:  Cassandra has very little to do with the youngest of the Lavellan siblings. She and Taralyn are good friends though and for his sake she keeps an eye on the girl. Siona is a responsible young lady and far more capable than her brothers would give her credit, still seeing her as the little girl that they’ve watched grow up. It makes her sad sometimes watching Siona and the boys, they remind her of her and Anthony, but then one of them will notice that look on her face and she finds herself being dragged into whatever scheme the three were plotting in the first place.

Varric Tethras: He keeps an eye on Snowdrop when she first turns up at Skyhold, if only because he remembers what it was like for Daisy trying to adjust to a city full of humans. He also finds that there’s no real need for it, she takes to life in Skyhold like a fish to water – and without any of the tension that lay behind her brothers’ introductions. Still Varric finds himself charmed by the friendly smile and the genuine curiosity – one that’s not tucked behind the sharp edges of Red’s pride – that Snowdrop approaches everyone with so he makes sure he always has some story to recount to her when she decides to spend some time by the fireplace he has staked as his own.

Solas: Admittedly Solas expects things to be bad between him and the newest Dalish arrival. Her brothers are proud and though Taralyn shows some promise the young man is too tied to the Dalish to push beyond the limitations set on him. The little healer whose training isn’t yet entirely polished starts appearing in his rotunda to stare at his paintings. She doesn’t ask a lot of questions the way he’s heard her pepper Dorian and even Vivienne with them, but when she does approach him with some curiosity he takes the time to explain it – and tries not to smile as she sits cross legged bottle feeding the little spotted baby nug in her lap as she listens to him. (Now if only he could convince her not to swear when Taralyn isn’t in earshot, it’s not uncomfortable to hear “By Fen’Harel’s hairy teats you’ll stay still or I will make you!” from across the infirmary from her of all people when he lends the healers his aid.)

Siona thinks Solas has interesting things that he could teach her – she just zones out if he starts going on about the Dalish. Her brothers and the Keeper did a good job teaching her, and it’s not like she can retaliate. Solas is part of the Inquisition and that means that he’s part of their new – very large – Clan. So she calls Solas hahren and treats him with respect.

Sera:  Siona is a bit too elfy but that’s all Tara’s fault, she can tell. Or she’s going to blame Tara for that shite anyways. Even if she’s a bit too elfy and has that weird magic stuff way too much and thinks the Dracolisks are adorable (they’re not so bad, Sera reckons though, but kinda mean) Siona’s alright in her book. Not Jenny material the way Hal is but she’ll go along with pranks, and she always likes to help anyone that needs it and that means she’s a good cookie. For her part Siona enjoys causing trouble with Sera, so long as it doesn’t go too far. She wants people to have a laugh and let out some stress, not end up in the infirmary so she’ll push Sera towards tricks that don’t have the potential to harm. And Taralyn and Hal always make good targets.

Vivienne:  Siona’s first thought is that she’s not seen anyone as pretty or as deadly as Vivienne – that that’s what she’d imagine Mythal looking like. She admires Vivienne from the get go, and when the Enchantress realizes that the youngest Lavellan has yet to finish her training as a mage – not just learning how to present herself as a proper young lady – and takes her under her wing. Siona is a bright young girl but because of who her brother is she has to learn skills that she never would have among the Dalish, and be a far better mage to prove her place in the social hierarchy is justified.

Blackwall: Admittedly he’s surprised that he knows Siona as well as he does. The healer is rarely permitted into the field, spending most her time in Skyhold where it’s safe and she can continue her studies. The lass is constantly in the stables though – nearly gave him a heart attack petting the Dracolisk that her brother had been sent as a gift. Snappy nearly took of his hand trying to feed it but there it was letting this tiny elf-maiden groom him. Blackwall keeps an eye on her when he can, just to make sure that all is going well, and makes sure she’s not trying to lift anything too heavy while she’s helping Dennet out with the mounts because Maker, if that girl isn’t just as stubborn as the Inquisitor about doing everything on her own.

The Iron Bull: He’s amused by Siona – she’s a good kid, the sort that if he found them on their own and looking for work he’d have immediately kidnapped for the Chargers. (She’s a healer so it’s still kind of tempting.)

She gets on well with the Chargers too – asked Stitches for help learning more effective potions and pestered Krem into sewing lessons when she saw the little winged nugs he made. So he asked them to keep an eye on her when they could. He didn’t quite mean Krem, give her a pet nug, but when they found the tiny spotted baby nug orphaned not far from Skyhold it was Siona they entrust the little thing to and Loaf was soon a common sight being carried around in a basket by Siona when he’s still small enough.

Once he and Haleir start up their relationship he makes sure that he’s keeping an even closer eye on the girl. Hal’s got enough to worry about without fretting over his sister, and at her age Bull knows she’s going to be trying out drinking and trouble making (especially given her older brother’s example) and its generally going to be safer if him or Krem is keeping an eye on her while she does so.

Dorian Pavus: Far too friendly and open and just as inquisitive he admits he’s a little suspicious of Siona’s intentions when she first approaches him. Instead of getting quizzed about his loyalties or Tevinter or the ongoing flirtations with her elder brother though he instead is launched into having to explain how time magic works. And then Tevinter healing techniques. And then necromancy. Finally he just starts giving her books to supplement her studies with Vivienne (after talking with the Enchantress about what to suggest) and discussing them in detail with her when Siona pops back up with them finished or a question.

Cole: Siona and Cole are both ultimately healers at heart. She does her best to soothe any pains that she can see, even if she doesn’t always know what causes them. Cole becomes one of Siona’s best friends in Skyhold, often the two of them conspiring to help someone or Cole helping Siona with one of the animals she’s been brought to take care of. He doesn’t always understand why she does some of the things she does – how does throwing a pies at Taralyn with Sera help him? And she helps him feel less lonely and afraid even when he’s trying to help her.

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Hmmm for fact swap, Adair can't stand having anyone standing behing him. Its why he's always seen as such a literal "Wall flower". In Tevinter you got whipped on your back. In the Inquisition, enemies could sneak up on you if your back was turned. It's kind of a developed habit to /never/ have your back turn. And if you struggle to find a comparison, here's a fluffier one ^°^ Adair once made so many cookies that the clan didn't run out for atleast two months, using magic to keep them fresh!!!^^

Aww, poor Adair!

Let’s see…the Tabris siblings, Serena and Evander, would claim that Adair is just being sensible behaving like that. Neither of them like to leave their backs exposed and if one of them has their back to a room its a sure fire way to tell that the other is watching it for them. In most my AU’s they don’t become Wardens, but instead become Denerim’s Dark Wolf while Serena is in hiding for the wedding massacre.

And for fluffy trouble making - Haleir and Siona Lavellan once discovered a sort of luminescent moss in one of the old ruins that Taralyn was investigating for the Keeper (they were supposed to be helping him) and proceeded to paint each other with it so they glowed in the dark for a week despite every attempt to make them stop glowing. Every time the Clan passed by the area after Siona (and Hal if he was visiting) would go get some more and use it to write messages or draw a picture over Taralyn’s bed.

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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.

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OC Questionnaire

Tagged by @trashwarden for this, couldn’t decide who to do so I just did both Hal and Lark. Under cut so no one murders me for putting this on their dash.

Thanks for the tag! Tagging whoever would like to do this.

GENERAL

Name: Haleir Lavellan

Alias(es): Hale Lynn, Hal

Gender: Male

Age: 27 at Conclave (born in Bloomingtide, 9:14)

Place of birth: Among the Dalish (Somewhere in the Free Marches)

Spoken languages:  Dalish Elvish, Common, can insult people in most the languages in Thedas even if he’s a little fuzzy on the meanings

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Wandering mage. ‘Left’ his clan to study and wander on his own while collecting elvish lore and learning new magics so that his Clan would keep his sister when her magic showed but still maintained close ties with them during his adult life. | Inquisitor |

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Yellow/gold

Hair color: Light Brown w/ slight red tints

Height:

Scars: Upside down ‘y’ over his right eye that’s quite prominent. Told each Inquisition member a different story about how he got it.

Burns: N/A

Vallaslin: Purple simplistic Sylaise

Overweight:

Underweight:  Actually average weight but of a lean build, Bull teases him for being very easy to pick up.

FAVOURITE

Color: Sea Green

Entertainment: spending time with friends

Pastime: 

Food: Edible.

Drink: What won’t kill him, though he’s learned to be cautious about what Bull gives him too.

Books: Magical theory and history. (Varric tries to get him to read fiction but when he has the attention span to read he prefers to spend it “catching up” to his Circle counterparts’ educations.)

HAVE THEY

Had sex: Yes.

Had sex in public: It’s Bull’s fault.

Gotten pregnant:  X

Kissed a man: Yeeeeep.

Kissed a woman: Yeeeeep.

Gotten tattoos: He’s Dalish, but the vallaslin is the only tattoo he has.

Gotten piercings: Ears – took them out before traveling to the Conclave  and then never bothers to put earrings back in them

Had a broken heart: Several.

Been in love: Definitely.

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Not by choice.

ARE THEY

A virgin: Definitely not.

A cuddler: Yes.

A kisser: Sometimes.

A smoker: No.

Scared easily: Not usually but he’s REALLY not fond of anything with scales and larger than his hand.

Jealous easily: Not really, it flares up occasionally if he’s feeling very stressed but he’s usually very relaxed.

Trustworthy: Yes, unless you ask about his personal history or his family in which case he is probably lying to you unless you are one of the handful of people he likes and trusts. Also has few qualms about manipulating the “Herald of Andraste” stuff to his favor though he definitely doesn’t believe it.

Dominant: Nope

Submissive: Yes, but only for the right person.

Single: No.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: No.

Thought of suicide: Yes.

Attempted suicide: No.

Wanted to kill someone: Yes.

Actually killed someone: Of course.

Ridden a horse: Not until Haven and he hates it.

Have/had a job: Yep. Odd jobs to keep himself fed, plus collecting Dalish lore.

Have any fears: Reptiles, losing his family, losing his friends, failure, being alone again

FAMILY

Siblings

Taralyn Lavellan – Hal’s twin brother, First to Clan Lavellan

Siona Lavellan – Younger sister, Clan Lavellan’s second.

Parents: Deceased. Neither he nor Taralyn talk about them much, Siona was too young to remember them well.

Partner: The Iron Bull

Children: Doesn’t plan on having any either, as he doubts he or Bull would ever want a quieter life and the ones they lead now aren’t good for raising kids. Everyone else expects them to end up with an adopted child by accident at some point.

Pets: Adopts any stray in need that comes his way.  

GENERAL

Name: Lark Marie-Anne Trevelyan

Alias(es): N/A

Gender: Female

Age: 25 at the Conclave (Born 4 Wintersmarch 9:16 Dragon)

Place of birth: Ostwick

Spoken languages: Common, Orlesian

Sexual orientation: Straight

Occupation: Mage | Fugitive Mage | Inquisitor |

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Violet/Purple

Hair color: Red

Height: 5’5”

Scars: Forehead, right side beneath her bangs – Leo attempted to teach her how to use knives shortly after the start of the Mage Rebellion and it did not go well.

Burns: A few small, hidden ones from when she was younger, and a big one on her left leg from the Hinterlands Dragon.

Overweight:

Underweight:  Sometimes forgets to eat as much as someone burning as many calories as she does should. Cullen and Josie become very adept at quietly feeding the Inquisitor during War Room meetings. Varric or Dorian get the job of fussing when in the field.

FAVOURITE

Color: Blues.

Entertainment: Magical combat practice (but not against Dorian because he cheats with sneaky Tevinter magic and it’s ridiculous his clothes stay so clean), dancing, Chess, horseback riding

Pastime: Reading when in the Circle, anything that isn’t reading once out. Mostly though she busies herself with more work until someone makes her take a break.

Food: Sweets.

Drink: Anything sweet.

Books: After the Circle she pretty much only reads Varric’s stuff (he’s a friend, gotta be supportive) and her favorite is Swords & Shields.

HAVE THEY

Had sex: Yes.

Had sex in public: No. And never will.

Gotten pregnant:  No.

Kissed a man: Yes.

Kissed a woman: Maybe.

Gotten tattoos: No.

Gotten piercings: No.

Had a broken heart: Yes, but she doesn’t talk about it.

Been in love: Yes.

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: How else does one attempt to run the Inquisition?

ARE THEY

A virgin: Nope.

A cuddler: In private or with very close friends.

A kisser: In private.

A smoker:  No

Scared easily:  Not in the traditional sense, putting those she cares about in danger is definitely an easy way to do it.

Jealous easily: She claims she isn’t. This is a lie. Several attempts to set Orlesians on fire have been made. Vivienne greatly disapproved.

Trustworthy: Yes. She tries to be, anyways.

Dominant: In everyday life she takes to her role as a leader well.

Submissive: Cullen takes the lead in the bedroom.

Single: Nope.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: Yes, when much younger. As a young teen she had difficulty coping with both the pressures of being a Circle apprentice and a Trevelyan.

Thought of suicide: No.

Attempted suicide: No.

Wanted to kill someone: Yes.

Actually killed someone: In defense of herself or others and rarely without provocation.

Ridden a horse: Yes, she enjoys it very much.

Have/had a job: No - was a Circle mage since she was ten, then helped keep less combat capable mages safe, and then after the Conclave she’s with the Inquisition.

Have any fears: Being returned to a Circle, losing her loved ones, failing as a leader, Darkspawn

FAMILY

Siblings

Lucien “Luke” Trevelyan – Former Templar, “retired” following the Blight and Ferelden Civil War to be with his lover.

Loriane Trevelyan – the heiress to the family title and major estates.

Lowell Trevelyan – “The Bitter One.”, attends the University of Orlais. Only talks to Lori.

Leopold “Leo” Trevelyan – The youngest of the late Lady Trevelyan’s children and the trouble making rogue of the bunch.

Bonus - Favorite Brother-In-Law: Kallias Floros – A Tevinter healer that Luke met in Ferelden during the Blight.

Parents:     Bann Lucien Trevelyan of Ostwick and Lady Amelie.

Partner: Cullen Rutherford

Children: N/A     – Perhaps in the future when she and Cullen are less busy.

Pets: Lark’s father gave her finches when she was younger, but since the Circle she’s only had Cullen’s Mabari.

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Siona Lavellan - The youngest of the Lavellan siblings Siona has been the “baby sister” to two slightly overprotective brothers her entire life. She loves Taralyn and Haleir but she sees joining her brother’s Inquisition as a chance to spread her own wings as much as it is to help keep Hal out of trouble.

Siona hadn’t yet finished her studies with their Keeper when she decided to leave the Clan and follow Taralyn to Skyhold (she also didn’t get permission but in doing so she avoided getting caught in the Wycome disaster so neither of her brothers can manage to be angry with her for it).

Where Haleir is the Inquisitor and Taralyn has an official role as a diplomat she is closer to being ‘normal’. She works with the mages from Redcliffe as part of the army under Cullen’s direction and continues her training in magic.

One of Siona’s favorite things to do at Skyhold is to seek Solas out and try to get him to talk to her about magic and the Fade and elvish history. Often times she’ll take the books that Taralyn has asked her to study and sit in the rotunda watching him paint.

Basic Information

Born: 6 Harvestmere 9:22 Dragon

Class: Mage (No Specialization Yet)

Romance: None (Yet)

Family: Taralyn Lavellan (brother), Haleir Lavellan (brother), Roshan Lavellan (cousin)

AU Information

Inquisitor? No.

Inquisitors Joined? Taralyn