#sovellan

[my-dear-hammy]

Warping the Veil: A Sovellan and Rookanis Story

When the Dread Wolf attempts to sunders the veil, it all goes horribly wrong. He should have listened to her. The world burned. Everything. The Humans, the Elves, the Spirits. And the Evanuris delighted in their massacre. Lavellan offers the chance of a hail Andraste, one last attempt to save the world. And it may very well cost her life. Together, a spell is crafted and they send her spiraling through time to try and prevent it all. If only it hadn't gone so dreadfully wrong. Lavellan wakes up confused and disoriented to an angry seeker. There's much more wrong here than there should be. With spirits whisper to her and memories not her own warn her of the future, she must muddle through this dangerous landscape. Memory can only help so much. Nightmare is waiting. The Dread Wolf howls. And Lavellan stands in the center of it all. In another world, broken and torn by catastrophe, a sacrifice is made to give this world a second chance. This story deals with the plotline of Veilgaurd, including a Lucanis and Rook romance. Beware of spoilers. The Lore surrounding what happened to Lavellan expands with every new face that appears as the story marches on.

I began this story in 2021, long before the events of Veilguard. Now that the game has released (2024), I'm excited to include a lore that fits so closely with this fic I designed. I rewrote vast swaths of this story, but the parts that were published previously have largely remained. I hope you all enjoy the Revamp of Warping the Veil. I am posting this first chapter for all of you to get introduced to the story. It's the Prequel Chapter and largely follows the events of the Prologue of Dragon Age: Inquisition. After this, the chapters will start to see more content straying from the original plot as the struggle against the future develops.

Full Chapter Available on Ao3: Prelude: Shattered

Prelude: Shattered:

Lavellan

Pain. Lancing up her arm in a sluggish, dream-like state is what finally pulls her back to the surface of consciousness. Her head pounds and her body aches. The stone is cold beneath her legs, but it helps anchor her back into the world rather than her dreams. A cold draft raises goosebumps along her skin. Didn’t they get that fixed forever ago? There shouldn’t be any cracks in the formidable walls. Though, the latest siege surely left more repairs wanting.

"Dorian—” she gasps out weakly, the skin of her head dragging against the stones as she pulls herself to her knees. Metal shackles announce themselves with a tale tell rattle with each shift, loud in the silent room. Finally, her eyes open, clearing away bits of blurriness with each blink. Thankfully, it’s a dark room. Lavellan doesn’t think her splitting headache could handle any level of brightness.

Everything shatters apart and scatters about her like puzzle pieces when a sharp, blinding pain spikes up her arm. It’s too sudden to scream. It’s too much to cry. She can only gasp in shock. Familiar and foreign. This pain is not natural. This pain shouldn’t exist. It’s not a phantom pain of a lost limb. It’s real.

Lost limb? She’d never lost a limb. Where had that thought come from? An echoing lance of pain stabs her mind and she groans until both the oddly green mark on her hand and the ache in her skull pound to the same rhythm of misery. Why isn’t she panicking? Anyone else would be panicking to find some mark upon their hand, causing enough pain to long for unconsciousness again. In fact, it’s almost comforting to find it there. Why?

Fragments of answers shaped like memories or dreams swirl around her, and she tries desperately to reach for them. Before any progress can be made, she’s disrupted by a door banging open and two figures joining her in the damp cell. Soldiers standing guard around her all sheathe their swords. Had they been there the whole time? Why did they need to keep their swords drawn? Her manacles clink. Had they been afraid of her? By the Dread Wolf, Shems really would use any excuse, wouldn’t they?

But they’re not important. The two that had entered are. Lavellan squints through the darkness, stuffing the glowing mark between her legs to dampen the glare of its light. Immediately, the name of one the women jumps to her tongue, even if she does not say it. The other floats near the surface of the murky lake of her mind but quickly submerges again before she can grasp it.

Cassandra, dressed in the familiar armor of a Seeker, stands tall and proud despite the heaviness of catastrophe. Stomach full of mantra, she burns like a beacon. “Tell me why we shouldn’t kill you now?” Cassandra asks. “The Conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you.”

Lavellan shakes her head, trying to clear it as flashing images surface and submerge again, too rapidly for her to comprehend. Screaming. Nothing tells her anything of where she is or what’s going on. She should know. No matter how hard she claws for them, they do not return. Even if her memory refuses to comply, everything here is far too familiar. Can’t they see something is horribly wrong?

Cassandra reaches down, grabbing Lavellan’s wrist in a near fracturing hold and forces the mark onto display. “Explain this.” The Anchor flares slightly for dramatic effect, as if it knew people were talking about it. The sickly green light casts the room and her mind in shadows, illuminating only the sharpest angles of Cassandra’s face and reflecting off her armor.

Words whisper around them, words that only Lavellan hear. Incomprehensible riddles and phrases, lost before they’re found. Why is the air so loud?

“I—can’t.” Lavellan’s eyes are glued to her hand. To the anchor. Its light dances between them. The only thing keeping her alive and the very thing damning her to death.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Lavellan insists. Finally, her gaze pulls free and snaps to the face of the Seeker. She can see it now, where she couldn’t before. Anger, yes. Anger risen out of fear. Terror. The world has come crashing down and there’s nowhere to go. Nothing to defeat. Only a hole in the sky and endless, devastating death. Wait. Hole in the sky? Her head is jumbled again, tripping over itself. What’s real? What’s delusional? That’s a matter of debate.

“You’re lying!” Cassandra insists, gripping Lavellan roughly by the collar. An act of desperation made by a terrified woman, grasping for answers in a world gone mad. The sudden wrench of her muscles sets her whole body into dull aches, as if she’d tripped and tumbled down a steep hill.

“We need her, Cassandra,” the other woman intervenes. The Left Hand. Left. Reaching. The Left Hand remembers a knife slipped to her in darkness and wonders why the flower blooms.

“It blooms because even in the darkest of night, there will always be dawn,” Lavellan mumbles, dizzy and aching.

The Left Hand freezes. “What did you say?”

Lavellan shakes her head, forcing her eyes to focus on the familiar face. “Did…” It takes her a moment more to pull back together. “Did you say people died?

The Left Hand frowns. “Do you remember what happened? How this began?”

“I remember…so much screaming.”  Her eyebrows knit together in thought. Cassandra paces. There’s a steady drip of water somewhere distant in the cell. Several sets of lungs breathe, in and out. “running,” she finally says. “Things were chasing me. And then…a woman?” It’s starting to come back to her. Her clan. Her mission. The Conclave.

“A woman?”

“I don’t know,” Lavellan says, looking up at them. “I can’t remember.”

Cassandra studies her for a minute. Her steely eyes against vivid green. Lavellan can see the moment she makes up her mind. “Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take her to the rift.”

Full Chapter Available on Ao3

Tagging those that expressed interest earlier this week ^-^

@junewhenitrains

@manuveninvhenan

@bi-panic-in-my-closet

[the-iron-lion]

Some people have the critical thinking of a clickbait YouTube “critic” and it shows.

I’ve seen a few of these floating about and I can only imagine it will get worse with The Veilguard creeping closer because some folk have no concept of fun nor fiction. But for the new dragon age fans coming in and discovering the game series I feel like I must do my duty being an OG in the fandom.

*ahem*

✨Just because some folks romanced/romance Solas does not mean they like or deserve abuse.✨

People are not entitled to sneer down at you. People are not entitled to embarrass you for your choices or participating in a part of the fandom.

Some people, like myself, make game choices for the potential consequences in the story. Others to see another side of a character that seem inconspicuous. And some do it for the shits n giggles.

Those troglodytes attempts to appear high brow and superior, in fact, makes them the fool. Just because someone would make a choice in a game does not mean they would make that choice in real life you utter dolt. Congratulations, you are the jester wearing the king’s paper crown.

To the new fans, remember this when expressing yourself online. Enjoy yourself fully with these games. ❤️

And to the others… I guess you got some attention. But if you wanted me to step on you and call you pathetic, at least have the dignity to stand by what you say and reblog instead of hiding behind messages on invisible accounts. 💅

[temperqnce]

Guys I need - NEED you to stop with the “ma vhenan” it’s just vhenan. “I love you” is “ar lath ma.” Solas’ VA said it with the pause in the wrong place.

[bearofohu]

it is absolutely so devastating that i went 10 years not giving solas a second thought until i played veilguard where they made it obvious he is a miserable shivering sphyinx cat that just got dipped in oil and now the neuron in my brain that obsesses over loser men has activated and now i have to tell people yeag thats the guy i really like right now. yah. the one that look like baldis basics

[i-am-fire-and-rebirth]

Watch "Hi-Lo Multifandom collab with XxHeavensXAngelxX" on YouTube

Oh look I actually uploaded something

[seffie-jade]

We're coming out of the woodworks baby 😂

[tinyr3y]

Started playing Dragon Age : Inquisition again. Made an elven female mage.

Am i gonna romance the basterd wolf egg again? Yes.

Will he make me cry again? YES.

Do I regret my choice? HELL NO

[seffie-jade]

"Every night vhenan. I would lay there staring at the ceiling aching for your touch, silently crying until my lungs collapsed from the weight of drowning."

"I combed through the vast fade hunting for any trace of you. Incessantly questioning every spirit I met hoping that they had seen you."

"Fenedhis lasa, Solas. I have spent a decade breaking my heart over and over for you. Every time you watched over me in my dreams; I ran to you. Then as my hand would brush against your soft fur you would be gone in the blink of an eye."

"So don't ask me how often I dreamed of you because ever since the moment you kissed me in Haven I have been consumed; mind, body and soul by you and you alone, nas'falon."

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I saw this and could not help myself. I had to write what my Lavellan would say if Solas asked her this very question.

June 7, 1924 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[theredhoodedcryptid]

Me: Hmm, I'm kinda in the mood to play Batman: The Enemy Within...

*Watches edits of the game while waiting for my food to cook and is reminded of the doomed narrative, how John will always become Joker, how much I was torn between BatJokes and BatCat, how Alfred will force you to choose between him and being Batman, and how much every choice hurt and caused anguish, how after finishing the game I couldn't even play any other game for a week because I was still processing that one,*

Me:.........or maybe not. I don't want to be sad right now....

(and honestly, the same goes for the first game too. Playing through DAI Trespasser with Sovellan was easier than this)

[my-dear-hammy]

Creatures, I'm so excited to get you this fic (Warping the Veil: Not yet available). I'm trying to get the whole thing written before posting any chapters so I don't abandon it. And i'm doing a great job i think

We're 75,000 words in. We're not even to Adamant yet UGH.

For those of you that want to know what this is: It's a time travel Sovellan fic. Events in the Veilgaurd game sends a few characters back in time with the chance to turn things for the better. (Memories are a bit scrambled! Making this a challenge). We have Dorian, the best friend. We have sovellan. We have Lucanis and we have Spite. And so many other tasty characters. Honestly, I'm having so much fun with it. If yall want to know when it's published, drop a comment or something and I'll try to tag, but I will be posting an announcement as soon as the first chapter goes up.

[the-iron-lion]

Replaying Dragon Age Inquisition in the run up to The Veilguard and I just have to say…

Was past me f**king blind?!?!

Every ✨single✨ word out of Solas’s mouth is so suspicious! How was I ever blindsided by this egg when he betrayed my poor Lavellan. Learn from my mistakes -

It’s always the Apostate girly-pop! 💖🥲

Granted, actual godhood had never been confirmed as people that could physically still exist in Dragon Age before BUT STILL!

Am I gonna romance him again?

Yes. Yes I am.

[seffie-jade]

Honestly he was so hot even back then. I miss my lil hobo egg boy 😭. He needs so many hugs.

if you didn't love me at my

you don't deserve me at my

[temperqnce]

Not me just realizing how sovellan coded Unreal Unearth is 😭😭😭😭

[zevranscheekbones]

My Lavellan on her way to beat Solas’ ass

[seffie-jade]

Finally someone agrees with me 😭

Anyway, we all agree that “That Unwanted Animal” by The Amazing Devil is a Solavellan song, right? Because like

This is all screaming Solavellan at me.

[seffie-jade]

In that moment I realised I was completely lost.