#tarasyl'nin

[tarasylnin-lavellan]

the sapphire queen of the unseelie court

My character is taking shape! I am so pleased with it so far. Funny enough ladies *love* this character lol.

Behold mortals! The Queen walks in the physical realm!

[evanhereonearth]

Thank you for opening prompts! I have one that has been bothering me for a long time, but i can't write it myself, so i need help( ...

Solas healing the unconscious Lavellan and helping and protecting her in her dream in his wolf form like in this codex by Adan.

https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Codex_entry:_Patient_Observations

I know I know this is pretty popular topic for fics and art, but it's actually canon and I love this idea soooo much... I need all the details I just can't resist

Interlude, Tarasyl'nin

Day One

It was not supposed to happen this way.

Solas fights to keep his visage still despite being the only person within twenty paces of the prisoner. She is, after all, the only one in the Chantry dungeon.

Her hand spits and sparks with the Anchor's power even now, flashing green light through the cell. Even with layers of earth and rock between Solas and the open sky, he does not need to look to know it responds to each and every one of the Breach's fits and starts.

It will kill her; it is only a matter of time.

Yet, somehow, it has not killed her yet.

For all his years and experience, Solas is at a loss.

She should not have been able to walk physically in the Fade, not one of these creatures of today's world. Even a mage, or what qualifies for one here. His lip curls with the thought; it is akin to calling an Orlesian poodle puppy a wolf. He has awoken in a time where every living soul simply thinks Orlesian poodle puppies are wolves.

Yet she is elven. Perhaps that can explain it. Some remnant of the People in this distant shadow.

Her body thrashes as the Breach expands, and Solas instinctively reaches out to take hold of her left hand. His mana reacts to the touch even as his skin bursts into tingles where their skin makes contact. The Anchor jerks with such violence that he can almost hear it screaming.

"Need a Templar over there, mage?" one of the guards calls out, perhaps alerted by the sudden burst of light from the Anchor.

"No," Solas replies shortly. "This is no new development. A Templar negating magic would only seek to mask her symptoms, and for there to be any hope of understanding, I must see her symptoms as they arise."

It will not be long before Adan returns from his rest break. The apothecary has also suggested Templar involvement. Solas grits his teeth with the frustration of the thing. He could easily be overruled if something here does not improve.

The Breach once more wobbles back into equillibrium, at least as much as such a thing can be said. Solas places his thumb on the prisoner's wrist.

Her heartbeat flutters in her pulse, fast as the beating wings of a bat clawing its way through the air. Solas removes his thumb, using it instead to push back first her left eyelid, then her right. Pupils still dilated, so black they engulf all but a ring of verdant moss green at the edges of her irises. They remain evenly blown, however. A small mercy that this woman at least escaped without a concussion.

No small feat, considering she tumbled approximately twenty feet out of a rift to hit the ground.

As usual, she responds to none of his minstrations.

The Anchor ought to be his, but Solas has long since learned the futility of clinging to what ought to be instead of what is. What is dictates what is possible to change.

What is stretches his patience and his fortitude as tight as the veil itself around the Breach. He stifles an ironic chuckle. His own handiwork, the veil, the product of his own cleverness battling with his relative inexperience with blood magic and pure desparation. Even a year after waking, he can scarce believe he succeeded--and even scarcer believe the price.

For now, it is moot. He is weak. He was never equal to his ancient foes, and he is not, apparently, equal to this modern enemy.

Nor is she.

Solas gazes upon the prisoner. He has avoided looking at her face, only allowing himself to see blurs of pale skin and a smattering of freckles cast with green the colour of her eyes in lines he does not wish to acknowledge.

But he must. Acknowledge what is.

Here is what is.

First: He failed to appropriately caluculate the possibility of his orb not killing Corypheus. Corypheus lives, Solas's orb is in his possession, and this Dalish woman somehow thwarted Corypheus's ritual to claim the Anchor.

Solas would be a fool not to be thankful for that twist of fate.

Second: The Dalish woman has survived, despite all odds to the contrary. Survived the blast by instinctively using the Anchor to tear open a rift into the Fade and close it behind her--there is little other possible explanation--and survived walking in the Fade even with her middling connection to it after millennia of this world leaching away everything that made the People his People.

Third: She lives still, and the Anchor, while spreading, while certain to kill her eventually, is not spreading as quickly as he thought it would.

Fourth: The Anchor is far from the only threat to her life. The human Chantry in all their blind hubris may well murder her out of their own hysterical fear; they may do the same to him if he cannot help her sufficiently to keep her alive long enough to attempt to seal the Breach.

Fifth: The Breach is an abomination. Solas cannot linger too long on the emotions of its effects; if he allows himself to feel the pain of every spirit torn through the rifts or the Breach itself, he will tear himself to pieces.

Sixth: This woman is the best and only chance they have to seal the Breach at all. The Anchor may consume her, but she is no longer expendable.

A final thought, more fancy than finality, is that ironically, she may also be his single best hope for surviving this calamity.

He forces himself to look upon her face.

Her features are delicate without being dainty, the grace of a rapier against one of the Seeker's broadswords. She carries forward the strong nose bridge of the Elvhen, high cheekbones, a jaw well-defined with a chin that almost makes her entire face appear heart-shaped. Her lashes flutter in her fitful sleep, crescents of black against her too-pale skin. Despite her flesh being sallowed by her body's struggle to live, her freckles stand out in warm relief. Not unlike his own, Solas supposes, a dusting of them, invisible even at a few paces, but up close, they soften her. It's oddly charming. A single darker freckle dots the upper right corner of her lip. Not far from there, the indentation of a dimple rests.

A fleeting thought hits him like a lightning strike, that if she were to smile, that dimple may bury her right into the heart of him.

Absurdity. Solas shakes off the thought.

Black hair tangles in waves and loose curls around her head, a single curl remaining defined just behind her left ear. A perfect ringlet, pristine despite her predicament.

An odd detail to notice.

He is avoiding the rest, but he must let himself see.

The green inked into her face. It dances across her cheekbones, up the bridge of her nose, fans out over her forehead. He's heard the guards snort and scoff at the "tree" on the "knife ear's" face, but Solas knows it is no tree.

Even the Dalish think it is a tree, branding themselves slaves in their ignorance. Fools. And she is, very obviously, a Dalish fool for doing the same.

But Mythal's vallaslin is no tree.

It had to be hers, did it not? Perhaps he could look upon any of the other Evanuris' blood writing without flinching, but Mythal's? One would think that after ten millennia of struggle, the pain of it would have subsided somewhat. Mythal is thousands of years dead.

Yet here she is again, reminding Solas of how deeply her bindings worked their way into the flesh he never wanted. His still bears the scar; even when he cast her out of his skin, he needed the reminder to never allow someone such power over him again.

Mythal's vallaslin is no tree. It is not even veins, blood or lyrium or otherwise, despite its resemblance. It is neither of those things.

It's him. It's every spirit like him.

Mythal who nearly emptied the Fade of its Wisdom, built bodies for all like him, branded them all with their own self-portraits. "We are the best of both physical and Fade," she told him once as she wheedled him into following her into the depths of despair and ruin. Out of love. Love she always professed to return, but like a mother overrun with children beyond counting, his place as her favourite mattered little when all were only tools to her.

Solas tightens his lips, staring down at the prisoner. He seldom allows himself to even think so candidly; his love for Mythal, her turning away over and over to become what he despised, the glimmers and scraps of hope she tossed him until that final dreadful day, the reminder of his failure to reach her. All this time.

His own vallaslin had hardly healed on his face before he knew it to be naught but a reminder of everything he'd given up, everything he'd lost. Everything he sacrificed.

And now here it is, branded again on unwitting skin.

It was not supposed to happen this way.

For a moment, Solas is not certain what he means. His own existence? The Anchor? Corypheus? This tragic creature sleeping before him?

He has no answers. He does not even know her name.

Only that he must save her life.

His mana stirs as he delves through her, seeking any remaining injuries that could impede the progress of her healing mind. If her body strengthens, perhaps she will wake.

For this moment, at least, they share a fate.

***

Thank you so so much for this prompt!!! I got carried away and will have to probably do a Part 2 and Part 3. >.>

My little hearrrrt.

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

Ok

ok

I think

I think

I think I actually have Yion's background down and it makes him an actual inhabitant of Thedas! It's taken 10 years bUT I HAVE THE BASTARD DOWN

Spoilers for Veilguard, but I'm mostly just figuring stuff out.

-Points to the Evanuris-

-Points to the Forgotten Ones- Can we kinda assume both these group kinda sorta did same thing? Or no? I don't know if Veilguard mentions it?

I'm thinking Yion is either an Evanuris or a Forgotten One. (leaning more towards Evanuris because we know more about them.) Evanuris.

Because it explains a few things. (To me, I mean)

-why he's so fucking volatile. He's a spirit made flesh and he's basically become corrupted. Not by Blight, mind. (I'm pointing to Solas who basically acknowledges he's corrupt himself, given the name he's chosen)

-Why he destroys every major organization he gets near. They're either a threat to him, his Inquisition or he can't use their people for some reason or he just doesn't like them. (The Templars, the Chantry, the Seekers.) -Why he's so possessive of the Inquisition and its people. It's his little mini religion/cult.

Thing is, Yion treats everybody perfectly fine, which is likely why they're likely fanatical about him and the Inquisition. In a lot of cases, he's the only person to show others kindness or the only one willing to help out.

-He can rally people like nobody else can and it just installs a fanaticism in people? He might have lost nearly all his political power in 10 years, but it doesn't matter. He's the one who got things done and the people remember. -Why he and the Inquisition is the single fucking thing holding the South together 10 years later. -Why he wants to murder Solas so fucking much.

Yeah. He's an Evanuris. This is the only background he accepts. ------

Moving on...

What I'm not sure about:

-How he's out and about by Inquisition. He obviously wasn't imprisoned with the other Evanuris, but he was imprisoned.

-He wasn't around when the others murdered Mythal.

Working idea:

Solas imprisoned Yion/Taral first. Both as a rehearsal for the Big One and to make this prison an "anchor" for the main prison. When Yion's prison was destroyed, the Evanuris' prison started to crumble.

Question is, did Yion get out because of the explosion at Temple of Sacred Ashes, somehow get his hands on the Orb or was he freed at some other point and went after Corypheus because he has the Orb?

Realistically, he's been freed at some point, can't remember anything, caught sight of the Orb and chased down Cory to the temple and kicked open the door to get the Orb? Follows the game. (Not sure who let him out. Or how. Maybe the prison was just imperfect?)

-His eyes. I'm not sure he has naturally green eyes or that's the Mark's doing. I'm inclined to say it's the Mark.

--- -Yion doesn't remember his past/origin and his amnesia lasts for quite some time. He's both traumatized by what happened to him and sleeping that long has just plainly fucked with his memory. (Solas' prison might have done that damage unintentionally. Going by the cutscene, Solas wants them to sleep.)

-He can remember some items tho. He'd be completely frantic upon seeing the Orb and will outright break somebody's arm to get it.

He can recognize Mythal on sight and promptly has a small break down over it. (Morrigan thinks it's just the typical "elf meeting their god"kind of thing, but realizes it's something far more serious when he starts babbling to Flemeth in perfect elvish.)

Notes:

-Yion's other name (real name?) is Taral Tarasyl'nin. (Standing, rising+storm, tempest, according to Project Elvhen: An Elvhen Lexicon). I shortened it to Taral Tara (which just means Standing Stand/Rising Rise? I wasn't thinking, clearly). -I'm not sure where I got "Yion" from originally and I don't know why he gives himself that name. Or when. It's the name he gives the Inquisition. -He loves plants. He really loves Elfroot. He's the reason there's no Elfroot left in the South and the North. He's collected all of them. Except the one Harding has. Him having an addiction/obsession with Elfroot is known all over Thedas.

-In my first playthrough, he was a Rogue. In the following playthroughs he was a mage (storm mage, which is where he got Taral Tarasyl'nin from.) He does seem to preferer being a Rogue. Presumably because then he doesn't have to deal with spirits or magic that much. (Or Solas)

-From where I am in Veilguard, it sounds like Solas regrets taking physical form. Yion doesn't have this problem. If anything, he dislikes anything Fade related. That could be result of Solas' imperfect prison? It might have severed him from the Fade? God, that would destroy Solas if he figured that out.

Yion loves Wisps because they are adorable and calming, but spirits make him fall asleep.

He's much better at talking with demons and knows what actually makes them tick.

-Yion's ears are kinda sorta damaged? They droop and it's because he used to wear heavy earrings. Thousands of years later and they have yet to recover. People think it has something to do with his mood and automatically assume he's extremely depressed/sad, but no, he just damaged his own ears with earrings.

Sie note: I can imagine somebody thinking elf ears will just do that because they're sad/depressed and starts a whole study on it. It lasts YEARS.

-Yion gets a metal prosthetic arm that can moves connected to his mind and all that, but I'm not wondering if he can just remake his arm, if his body is made of Lyrium? It would take a massive chuck tho...

Actually...

I decided Yion takes one hell of a battering during Trespasser. Like to the point where his body starts outright deteriorating. Specifically about his eyes. (using his Veilguard model here)

And some body scars (half of them should be flipped, but you know what I'm going for) I'm thinking Lyrium bodies likely doesn't react like normal bodies do? And the scars are more like cracks.

I am wondering if him being disconnected from the Fade has made him forget he's originally a spirit? He might not remember his body is made from Lyrium until he at some point comes in contact with enough Lyrium to restore his arm and body. Helping out the dwarfs? Maybe he falls into a literarily sea of Lyrium and he just resurfaces perfectly fine to the bafflement of everybody else? Too dramatic. I'll go with him being drawn to a massive source of Lyrium and it reacting to him, restoring him. Doesn't fix his ears at all tho.

(Edit: Arm, cracks, damage from the Anchor. I think he gets the sclera color back when he remembers everything, because it's a sure sign to Solas what/who Yion is. Then Solas knows the main prison is going to crumble and everything is fucked)

---

Now, his memory and when he regains it?

The destruction of Haven is where it starts, I think. Maybe more specifically the long walk to rejoin the Inquisition. The attack itself is so traumatic. He might not even be aware he's following the survivors, he's in the middle of regaining parts of his memory.

He likely meets himself, Taral. He is in the middle of a storm, it seems fitting?

It likely takes HOURS before he finds the camp and when he does, he's babbling his head off.

Later, when he's talking with Solas at the camp Yion knows who Solas is and what he's done. To the world, to the Evanuris and to him. His memory isn't fully in place yet, but enough is.

"The walls and roof of my house are in place. I'm missing the floor. Do find it!"

He keeps quiet tho. Solas clearly doesn't recognize who he is.

Being installed as the Inquisitor helps his memory along. Giving orders and seeing people rush off is familiar.

I do think he gets his hands on his original headwear (like the other Evanuris wear) and that fully snaps his memory into place. Not sure where he gets that tho? Or when.

----

Now, onto Solas, because surely he'd clock onto who Yion is?

Here's the thing. He thinks Taral's prison is as secure as the main one is. It should be fine! He checked Taral's prison after waking up! It was fine!

(I'm really not sure what could break him out, if you have suggestions, let me know.)

The prison has damaged Yion so much it's changed his appearance, or more likely, reverted him back what he used to look like and Solas just doesn't remember that person. (He remembers fire red hair and a strong fondness for green). Yion is also much shorter than Taral.

Yion is, generally, much nicer too. Possibly addicted to helping people out and collecting things/plants, which Solas just doesn't associate with Taral.

Solas is going to wake up one morning to find Yion in full Evanuris gear. Nobody seems that bothered by this development. His ears finally makes sense and he appears to be very happy.

By the time of Veilguard, Yion is fully aware of who he is, the South is his (he's in full Evanuris mode) and he's doing his damndest to bring it back from the brink.

Makes me think he was imprisoned in the South? Would explain why he's so fond of it.

I'm not sure what he wants done to Solas. If Solas regrets taking physical form, Yion is going to tell Rook to "set him free".

---

I found one picture of Elgar'nan and his sclera seems to be very dark, so I'm if that means the Evanuris should all have dark scleras?

Also I'm now wondering what the relationships are between the Evanuris? Elgar'nan calls Ghilan'nain "sister". (I need to play more, but feel free to spoil me on this?)

Is Elgar'nan his father?

Do you think the Evanuris, while horrible to others, are weirdly (I mean absurdly) family-like with each other?

[tarasylnin-lavellan]

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Brunch at Tilani's Ranch

(OC Tarasyl'nin by @tarasylnin-lavellan , models of Dorian and David by @ba-kalia and @miasansudstern )

[tarasylnin-lavellan]

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Leaves leaves so many leaves

[tarasylnin-lavellan]

I looked into the void, and the void looked back at me.

I’m curious–how do you guys go about creating your OCs?

[the-dreadful-canine]

giggling while kissing GIMME THAT CUTE SHIT.

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST, I needed the mood boost 💕 *throws poor attempt at a fluffy scene your way*

This was written while listening to Molly Tuttle cover of "She's a Rainbow" if anyone wants to listen too 💕

Pairing: Solas / Elizabeth

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There comes his little hurricane.

Solas knew she was approaching their bedroom even before his ears could pick up the hurried, barefoot steps descending the stairs two at a time and skipping the rest of the way.

The excitement over whatever she intended on showing him this time letting her always so hyperactive aura to fill the air until it was saturated in joy, wrapping around him like rays of sunshine.

He chuckles with amusement while standing up from the desk, already getting away from whatever that could be easily broken or damaged on her arrival.

"Ma' sal', look!" Elizabeth exclaims from the corridor before bursting trough the door, fade-stepping across the room and flinging herself right into his waiting arms in a blur of bright orange and soft pink.

For a moment he's caught in the sparkling hazel eyes looking up at him, unable and unwilling to look away from his heart. But the way her body practically vibrates in excitement in his embrace shakes him off the spell and he smiles, only managing to steal a couple pecks on her lips in the middle of her delighted giggling and stepping back, joining her laughs when she doesn't let go of him.

"Vhenan, I will look once you allow me to step back to see it."

"Oh that's right!" she takes a step back, . A strapless dress clung to her form, the mix of oranges, pinks and gold looking like a miniature sunset while Elizabeth giggled and twirled in front of him "I look like a princess!" she squeals.

"Royalty has nothing on you, ma' da' tarasyl'nin." Solas says, pulling her back in his arms and peppering kisses over any skin he can reach until she starts giggling and hides her face on his shoulder to escape the sudden stream of affection.

Solas sighed, resting a cheek over her head and feeling content with staying in her embrace, enjoying the moment of peace before his little hurricane decided to brew up another storm and-

"Dorian needs to see it!" she gasped and stepped away from his arms, the giggles back to her voice already.

Before he could answer she was already out of the door and climbing up the stairs to the library. Solas only shook his head, smiling as he sat back down on his desk, waiting for the next summer rain that would bring his little storm back for a visit.

I'm sorry the giggling kiss is so short, I tried but it turns out I'm not good at fluff lmao :'D

Ma' sal - my soul

Ma' da' tarasyl'nin - my little storm

Gods, I need to work on my endings.

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

Hmm let's see

Taral: rising tara: to rise Tarasyl'nin: storm

They don't seem to have a word for heartless or 'still hearted' or the like

(I know they have a word for heart, but I don't know if that works for the physical heart)

[anchoredheroes]

@fadetorn said: 

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞ from krem :)

"what, this?" her eyes dart down to her arm -- not to the left, where the anchor mark lay, so very famous at this point, but the right. she gave the man a considering look, head cocked to the side, before beginning to undo the leather wrappings that allowed the elegant feather fractals to be shown, tracing up halfway up her arm. "you're from tevinter, right? i thought you'd have seen something like this. we call it... well, one of the names i guess would be vianvallas tarasyl'nin. brand of the storm. though, you could also call it vianvallas sou'tarasyl, brand of lightning. it-- when i was eight, and my sister was six, we were fighting over a doll. it was my fault, really. i tried to take it from her, she got mad and turns out? she's a mage. it was an accident, of course. when the lightning went from her and into me, she was just as scared as i was. if not for the keeper though, i would have died. my fingers had clenched too hard from the pain, i couldn't let go. keeper said if it had reached my heart..." well, she'd seen what happens when lightning strikes the heart in the battle field. "still a little, ah, wary around storms. it feels weird, though. you can touch it, if you like."

[tarasylnin-lavellan]

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Snapshot from the brunch at Tilani's ranch. David, Dorian, Tarasyl'nin and Bull are having some great time. ^-^

@tessa1972 commissioned me to draw the scene from modern AU

David belongs to @tessa1972

Tarasyl'nin belongs to @tarasylnin-lavellan

[tarasylnin-lavellan]

Distracted Commander?

The scrape of her nails on the table as she strode past.. he snapped his head up, and locked eyes with her. She watched him hungrily, hiding nothing of her thoughts. He felt his mouth go dry, he swallowed heavily. She noticed it of course, maker take her the corner of her mouth turned up in a knowing smile "I am not distracting you am I?" Her lilting voice was playful and husky.

[tarasylnin-lavellan]

My girly is so cute 😍

Snapshot from the brunch at Tilani's ranch. David, Dorian, Tarasyl'nin and Bull are having some great time. ^-^

@tessa1972 commissioned me to draw the scene from modern AU

David belongs to @tessa1972

Tarasyl'nin belongs to @tarasylnin-lavellan

[tarasylnin-lavellan]

Hey my lovelies

I am still here. I have just not had much time to make art lately. Because I am building myself a house this year! I am very excited and will return to my art when I catch a breath. Much much love Taras Creator

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