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I imagine a Dalish finding a den of baby skunks. And everyone is running away and they’re just giving them food and scritches.

Little stinkers

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OC Body Language

(*)Teiran Lavellan & Aedan Cousland

DEFENSIVENESS.

*arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE.

hand-to-face gestures / *head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off; cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / *knitted brows

SUSPICION.

arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / *brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / *strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes

CONFIDENCE.

hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / *standing akimbo

INSECURITY & ANXIETY.

chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / *closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer; marker; cane / smacking lips / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically

ANGER & FRUSTRATION.

short breaths / *“tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / *shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing / *clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales/ *sighing

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Cat Nap

@tevivinter asked: For DAWC: 39. Napping in the sunshine

@honestlywilde asked: (Talesfromthefade) Rogue Lessons for the Mage

@contreparry asked: For the DADWC: Cats in Skyhold!

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I live! It's been so long since I posted. Thank you all for your prompts and I hope you enjoy this feline POV!

One of the clowder of cats that called Skyhold home was a brown and grey tabby with a mangled ear who some called Lucky due to its survival from whatever had attacked it prior to its arrival at the keep and others called it Bailey because it could often be found along the outer wall bathing in the sunlight.

The Inquisitor had taken in all who wandered to Skyhold, even the cats who came, went, and sometimes stayed. Though the cats were officially sanctioned as protection against rats and snakes in the barns and cellars, it had all supposedly started when the Inquisitor brought a kitten back from a mission. But that was just a rumor. Officially.

The tabby named Bailey or Lucky was just now enjoying the luxurious sunshine of a clear day on the outer wall when it’s snooze was interrupted by an unusual break in the routine of Skyhold. The cat opened one eye to stare reproachfully at the disturbance. As usual, it was the Inquisitor. Every time they returned to Skyhold the rhythm of life shifted to a faster, more chaotic pulse. Lucky or Bailey closed their eyes defiantly, wishing the loud voices would cease so as to not to force the cat to find a quieter—just as warm—patch of stone wall. An impossible and odious task to a cat well settled.

“So. What’s wrong with you?” Skinner asked Inquisitor Lavellan while casually observing the keen point of her dagger, “You want to kill shems close-up now or what?”

The Iron Bull burst into laughter, earning an unnoticed glare from Bailey or Lucky atop the wall the Qunari and elves were having this discussion.

Teiran Lavellan adjusted her grip on Cole’s borrowed dagger, asking the spirit to teach her prior to asking Skinner had ended rather as expected: quickly and in confusion. Cole couldn’t understand why Teiran couldn’t feel where the dagger should go and Teiran had left with the dagger and not much else.

“I just. . . don’t want to be helpless if they get that close.” Teiran replied softly to Skinner’s aggressive questions.

The Iron Bull stopped laughing and Skinner’s dark eyes narrowed as she stalked towards Teiran.

Teiran stood her ground with a determined expression as she let Skinner circle her.

As she did, Skinner muttered to herself about her assessment of the inadequacies of the elven mage’s physicality and their lack of an assassin’s scrappy will. “Fine. Watch closely.” Skinner finally announced.

Skinner took off in the direction of the wood and straw dummies behind the Herald’s Rest, followed by Iron Bull and then Teiran.

Lucky or Bailey purred from atop Skyhold’s wall, stretching their toes into the air with pleasure at the noisy people’s departure. Bailey or Lucky napped in the sun until it dropped behind the mountains and shadows heralded the coming of evening and most-importantly: dinner. The tabby stretched and yawned before padding off to the attic of the Herald’s rest where the calm-best-human with the large hat fed all the cats of Skyhold.

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OCs as Mice

If you want to do your own Here

Tagging to do their OCs (if you want to): @ranawaytothedas​, @inquisitor-julia​, @redinkofshame​, @bearly-tolerable​, @buttsonthebeach​, @thevikingwoman​, @shift-shaping​, @ma-sulevin​

Mouse Teiran Lavellan:

Mouse Aedan Cousland:

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Compassion and the Lady of Iron

Thank you @honestly-wilde​ for the prompt!

(Talesfromthefade): “Cole trying to help Vivienne, for the DWC?”

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Madam Vivienne de Fer stared into the darkness of the canvas tent she shared with three other people in the middle of the forest wilderness.  She had waited, her eyes closed and her hands folded—still visually striking even when in repose—until she heard the semi-silence of sleep from the three tents that housed the Inquisition’s Inner Circle.  She had chosen this tent of her three options because it lacked Blackwall’s stench and Bull’s tendency to take up most of the available space.  Now she listened for the signs that she was relatively alone; the only moments of solitude when traveling with nine companions: Sera’s sleep-mumbling at a predicable broken pace, Teiran’s still-asleep flip from one side to the other and Cassandra’s snore.  She listened to the nocturnal silence outside their tent, the crackle of their ember-filled fire pit being punctuated by various snores and deep breathing. Vivienne was safe.  She could scrub away the invisible mask she always wore.

Fingers running along her soft skin, Vivienne’s façade began to crack and pull away. Bastien’s death had been two weeks ago, but with so much to do at Skyhold, she had made herself believe it didn’t hurt that much.  Not really.  The many threads to pull, cut and tangle amongst the visiting nobles and long-distance contact with Val Royeaux had been a suitable distraction.  But ever since they had left the safety of those ancient, stone walls, Vivienne had felt the bubble of grief begin push its way from beneath the surface.  If she didn’t allow herself some leeway, it would burst at an inopportune time.  So, Madam de Fer had counted on this moment of privacy.

She wept beneath her hands, silently and without a single sob escaping her beautiful lips.  Her heart overflowing with loss, every sentiment she had pushed down and denied leaking through her mute cries.

A voice that wasn’t hers but perfectly mimicking the timbre of her own voice whispered near her head, “Bastien . . . Bastien, how dare you leave me.  How dare you die—It’s alright Vivienne.  I can hel—”

Caught in her moment of vulnerability and sensing a demon in their midst, a stray thought of “Am I in the Fade?” passed through Vivienne’s mind before the blow. Lightening arcing from her palm, she struck above her with the speed and grace of a snake.  Throwing her bedroll aside, Vivienne twisted away from the demon and stood, tears fresh on her face and her finely shaved head brushing the top of the tent’s canvas and pole.

Two screams registered on Vivienne’s right, one following the other.  The mage glanced over and froze in shock.  Sera was hysterical, jumping around like a rabbit caught in a snare.  Teiran’s back was to the enchanter, but the gleam of steel and a knife’s handle protruded grotesquely from the elf’s side.  The horror on Cassandra’s face and the blood on the Seeker’s hands as she held the Inquisitor in place made Vivienne feel as if she had been the one struck by lightning.

Alarmed exclamations and the sound of sleepy confusion outside the tent reached Cassandra’s perception.  The warrior had been plunged headfirst into a crisis, but this wasn’t the first time. She tried to remain calm as the blood pooled around her hand on Teiran’s side, but Sera’s hysterics were jarring her half-asleep mind and the smell of ozone and blood permeated the small space. Looking for aid, Cassandra glanced up at Vivienne, but the enchanter was uncharacteristically frozen in shock and, even more unusual, in tears.  The tent was sliced open as one of Bull’s horns pierced the fabric and then his two meaty, gray hands grabbed and pulled at the wide slash.  The tent fell slack and enveloped them for a brief moment before being flipped off by many hands.  When the fresh night air hit her, Cassandra saw them all stop and stare at the scene lit by Solas’ veil fire.

Solas, clad only in a pair of long pants, was the first to move: a single, hesitant step halfway between the smoldering heap that was Cole and the gasping, bloody mess that was Teiran.  Solas’ face was lined with indecision and reeling with the possibilities; calculating that he could save them both on his own, in this instant if he showed his true capabilities.  His imagination worked out the consequences of his dilemma: either he saved them both right now or risked losing the one he didn’t personally attend to.  However, saving both simultaneously would raise too many questions and then he might lose her in the end.  But could he live with himself if he lost the precious spirit of Compassion to this world of his own creation?  Could he live with himself if he lost the Anchor too?  Solas’ mind railed against his heart, “What was most important to him?”

The eye of the storm, Cassandra took control of the situation.  Drawn by the movement of Solas’ step and seeing the intense swirl of emotions in the typically composed elf, Cassandra decided how best to delegate the healers, “Solas!  Help Cole.” Cassandra moved along the line of faces until she landed on the handsome Tevinter, “Dorian. Help me with her.”

Solas hesitated only for a moment, hovering between mutiny and affront at the decision being made for him, before lithely fade-stepping over to the still-sparking Cole. Checking the spirit for breath, Solas infused as much power behind the healing spell as he dared.

“What happened?” Dorian spat out, yelling over Sera’s string of nearly-incoherent profanities.  

Dorian, wearing a sleeveless robe with a fabric belt, navigated the folds of canvas hiding the contents of the tent until he stepped upon them almost losing his balance in the cramped space.

“Worry about that later.  Vivienne!” Cassandra rounded on the frozen mage in the outline of what was moments before their tent, “Help Dorian.”

Feeling Teiran convulse under her hand, Cassandra braced her.  Dorian kneeled behind the elf.  Teiran coughed blood, her lungs spasming from the puncture of Sera’s knife.

“Ma’am?”  Bull asked cautiously, his eye darting between Dorian and Vivienne.  “Can you walk, ma’am?”

With a swipe of her hand, Vivienne replaced her mask, “Of course dear.”  She held the slit hem of her low-cut dress as she stepped around Sera and sat down beside Dorian, who was muttering agitatedly to himself.  

“No.”  Came the hollow but nonetheless powerful sound emitting from Solas.  He took a step away from Cole and fixed his distant gaze on Vivienne as if he meant to remove her physically from Teiran’s side.  His healing magic was still swirling between his outstretched hand and Cole.  Cole twitched, slowly fading back to consciousness. Solas’ distant gaze, still seeing Cole’s injuries, fell on Cassandra, “Look at what she has done.  We cannot trust her.”

Cassandra looked between Vivienne, Teiran and Solas, then she took hold of the handle of the knife. “Solas, you have enough to deal with healing Cole on your own.  We cannot lose the Inquisitor.  We will deal with that after the danger has passed.”  She turned to Dorian and Vivienne, “Ready.  Now!”  She pulled the dagger free and let it clatter to the ground.  The blood pooled quickly and Teiran slumped unconscious in Cassandra’s arms.  Cassandra, bearing the elf’s weight, gently lowered her on her back.  Dorian and Vivienne followed the body, eyes glazed and green-hued magic swirling and mending.

Solas bared his teeth in frustration, watching the Enchanter closely.  He monitored the internal and external damage being repaired by Dorian and Vivienne from Cole’s side of the tent.  Cole revived under Solas’ hands and took his first shaky breath since being struck.  Solas refocused exclusively on his own patient, sending soothing thoughts and magic to the spirit who was now experiencing a previously unknown facet of having a body: physical pain that cannot be waylaid by will or intent.  Solas reviewed his own first experience in this realm and tried to decide how best to heal Cole’s mind as well as body.

All this time, Sera had continued to stare at the knife, rocking back and forth with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees.  Blackwall stepped up and over to the distraught elf, tucking her under his shoulder, leading her out of the destroyed tent and towards the fire that Varric was building up again.  

Blackwall positioned Sera near the fire.  “This is bad. Bad.  Bad.  Shite. Piss-balls.  I’ve killed her.  I’ve killed Quizzy.” Sera yelled sporadically, sitting on the ground in her underwear.  

Varric sighed heavily at the thought of getting anything out of Buttercup.  Instead the dwarf let Blackwall take over rebuilding the fire and he rejoined the group gathered around the sundered tent.

Seeing Cole’s eyes open and staring, Varric approached and sat opposite Solas, “Kid? Can you hear me, Kid?”

“I still don’t understand.  No matter how I pull at it, the pain won’t go away.”  Cole muttered softly, staring into the stars above rather than looking at either the elf nor the dwarf beside him.

The lines of concentration on Solas’ face deepened, trying to communicate and heal the spirit simultaneously and quickly.

“It’s not that kinda pain, Kid.  You just gotta wait for your body to heal.  But don’t worry, I’ve seen Solas do this before.  It’ll be alright.”  Varric reassured Cole with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

The sound of glass clinking together announced the return of the Iron Bull.  The Qunari pushed a healing potion into Varric’s hand and then held a blue bottle of lyrium out to Solas.

Eyes still glazed, Solas shook his head, “Give it to Dorian please.  I am almost finished here.”  Solas reached over and grabbed Cassandra’s blanket, throwing it over Cole with an efficient grace. Varric slowly tucked the blanket under Cole’s sides and feet while Solas continued healing the last of Cole’s charred flesh.

Taking a few steps to the right, the Iron Bull kneeled beside Dorian and put a hand on his arm, “Here. Drink this.”

Dorian’s glazed eyes roamed over the uncapped lyrium potion, then one of his bloody hands reached for it.  The mage downed it in three long gulps then returned the blood-smeared vial to Bull. His mustache twitched with the sudden burst of magical energy and his magic took on a more turquoise shade of green as it continued to swirl around the Dalish elf.  Bull handed a red healing potion to Cassandra, who accepted it without taking her eyes off of Teiran’s slack face.  Then Bull stood and came to kneel before Vivienne, offering her a blue vial.

“I have no need of it.  Thank you darling.”  Vivienne refused graciously, never taking her glazed gaze away from the tree line beyond Cassandra’s shoulder.  

Bull grunted and then left the healers to replace the vials in their respective stashes.  Still looking for something to do, Bull pulled the ripped tent completely free of its supports and dragged it over to the newly revived campfire Blackwall had made.  Seeing the rigidity of stress in both Blackwall and Sera, he offered them a thick needle and thread.  Blackwall accepted with a nod, rolling up the sleeves of his shapeless, long nightshirt and the two men began stitching the hole in the tent.  Sera didn’t even look up, her forehead still on her knees.

“Cole?  Can you stand?”  Solas asked, his magic dissipating and his task complete.

           “I can.”  Cole said in his own voice before switching to an imitation of Solas’ voice, “I would see you safe, but I must . . . I need to. . . I need to. . .”  Cole blinked at Solas, “Where did you go?”

           Solas pulled Cole slowly to his feet, then supported his weight under the boy’s shoulder.  Varric lead the way back to the tent he and Cole shared with Iron Bull, holding the tent flap open and then stepping back inside the tent.  Solas tucked Compassion into his bedroll then turned to Varric, “Will you—”

           “I got this Chuckles.  Go help them.”  Varric replaced Solas by Cole’s side.  “Alright Kid, now this is going to taste awful.  But you need to drink it, alright?”  The dwarf said as he uncorked the healing potion.  Solas left them and returned to the other healers, appearing at Cassandra’s side in moments.

           Cassandra started at the elf suddenly next to her, but relaxed when she realized it was just the apostate.  She watched Solas add his healing magic to the other two and marveled at his magical stamina.

           Teiran’s eyes flew open and she struggled to breathe fully, her body shaking and convulsing.  Cassandra and Vivienne held Teiran’s shoulders against the ground in an attempt to keep her body still while the last bits of organ and flesh were healed.

           Solas’ soothing voice broke through Teiran’s sudden distress of consciousness with the calming and foreign sound of Ancient Elven mixing seamlessly with Elven, “You will be able to breathe in a moment.  Lie still and take shallow breaths.”  he instructed, trying to calm her and focus her mind on the challenge of the new language rather than the physical pain.

           Teiran bit her lip and scrunched her face against the pain, trying to block it out and understand what was being said to her but her oxygen-deprived brain swam without focus.

Cassandra gripped Teiran’s shoulder, but it was no longer necessary.  Teiran stayed still of her own will.  The Seeker and turned to Solas, “What was that?”

Ignoring the question, Solas repeated himself with a new mixture of the two elven languages, trying to remember which phrases and words he had already taught Teiran and which ones she would struggle to understand.

Teiran’s breathing came easier as the three mages finally completed their work on her lung and her nearby organs.  Dorian sat back with an exhausted sigh, leaving the other two to do the relatively easy work of stitching the remaining flesh.  When it was done, Vivienne sat back on her heels and narrowed her eyes at the blood soaking her high-collared and embroidered night gown.  With a flick of her hand, she stood and used the dregs of her magical supply to force the liquid from her dress and into the nearby grass.

Solas’ magic still flickered through his grip on Teiran’s left forearm, the Anchor sputtering in response as Solas searched for any flaw in the elf’s healed body.  Once satisfied, he released his grip and turned his lethal gaze on Vivienne, who folded her arms against his condemnation and waited patiently for Teiran to rise.

Palms pressed flat against the tent’s ground cover, Teiran focused on taking deep breaths until the pain in her head cleared and she could feel blood pumping through her limbs. Teiran pulled herself up to her elbows then Cassandra steadied her and pushed the healing potion between her lips. After draining the vial, Teiran felt the rush of vigor and turned to look at each of the faces around her.  Then she ran her hands along her bloody and torn sleeveless tunic and felt the drying pool of blood under her soaked capri-length pants. Dazedly, Teiran asked Cassandra, “Is everyone alright?  Were we attacked?”

Cassandra swallowed, “You were stabbed.  Sera was frightened and likely believed we were under attack.”

Dorian stood, “The question is, why was Cole here at all?  Much less injured.”  The Tevene threw the blood from his clothes into the night air carelessly and turned an eye on Vivienne.

Teiran’s eyes widened and she looked around quickly, her voice wavering, “Co-ole?”

           “Cole is well.  It would appear our First Enchanter struck him down with a bolt of lightning.” Solas spoke through clenched jaw.

           Vivienne cleared her throat and addressed only Teiran, “Inquisitor, I apologize for my part in this unfortunate affair.  Your pet demon came into our tent unannounced and I responded accordingly. However, I could not have anticipated you would also be injured.  Rest assured, we should ensure this does not happen again by sending the demon away and forbidding Sera to sleep in such close proximity to weapons.  It really would be in everybody’s best interest; don’t you agree dear?”

           Solas was deathly still, except for his hands, they were twitching lividly, “It is Cole who is owed an apology from you.  Yet you would use this situation to demean others and ingratiate yourself farther. Truly, it is you who should be sent away.  Cole was only performing his function as a spirit of Compassion.”

“You expect me to apologize to a demon?”  Vivienne asked incredulously.

           Teiran took a deep breath, marveling over the ease with which she could now do so. She understood now, Cole had been trying to help Vivienne who had, of course, reacted poorly.  Putting aside her curiosity over why Vivienne had elicited that response in the spirit, Teiran glanced from Solas to Vivienne.

Over the past couple of months, Teiran had taken to secretly thinking herself Keeper of her own, relatively new Clan.  She refused to turn any of them away, but getting them to work together and become the Clan she saw them potentially being someday was proving a monumental task. Mustering all her leadership skills, she quickly thought of a way to administer justice to restore the relative harmony of the diverse group rather than punish any of its members.

           “I accept your apology, Vivienne.”  Teiran started to stand with Cassandra’s aid, “But you should apologize to Cole as well. I know that you think Cole is a demon who means you harm, but you are the one who harmed him.  And if he surprised you by entering without anyone’s knowledge then he had the chance to harm you, but he didn’t.”  Teiran took another deep breath, then left the stunned mages with Cassandra supporting her steps.  Pulling upon her own magic, Teiran wiped away the blood that clung to her clothes and body.

Solas watched them leave, staring after the Inquisitor and evaluating the fond feeling that was beginning to appear more and more frequently when he interacted with the Dalish elf.

Dorian was the first to move, clearing his throat, he followed Teiran and Cassandra to the campfire and sat beside Iron Bull, who was weaving thick stitches through the tent’s canvas and still sporting only a pair of loose shorts as his nightly garb.

           Teiran, upon entering the company gathered around the flames, was greeted with varying exclamations of joy at seeing her fully recovered.  Teiran approached Sera without Cassandra’s support and sat down next to her.  

Poking out from behind her knees, Sera and Teiran conversed softly, mending the situation.  Soon, Sera was spreading her typical vibrant energy as she moved from person to person to engage them in broken, laughing conversation.  Then, stealing the thread and needle from Blackwall, she snuck up beside Teiran and began flamboyantly sewing the hole her dagger had made in Teiran’s tunic.  Cassandra stiffened at the sight of Sera wielding a sharp instrument so close to Teiran, but the Dalish elf survived the encounter without further injury.

Watching the scene from afar, neither Solas nor Vivienne had moved yet.  Then without looking at the other, Vivienne and Solas each departed. Once they both realized they were heading in the same direction, they paused just outside Cole’s tent.  

Vivienne broke the tense silence, “If I might have a moment of privacy?”

Solas hesitated, then stood aside but remained at the entrance to the tent.

“That is unnecessary, but if it pleases you by all means stay.”  Vivienne replied as she entered the tent.  She found Varric sitting next to and chatting amiably with the gangly, cross-legged teenager.  Vivienne had to remind herself that this was a demon, however much he appeared fragile and naïve.  Swallowing her misgivings and putting the finishing touches of sincerity on her mask, Vivienne steeled herself and completed her task of making an apology for causing “it” harm.  Then she politely reminded “it” to refrain from entering without permission and never at night before taking her leave.  She passed by Solas’ disapproving set of his jaw and rejoined the other companions sitting around the fire.

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Getting to Know You Questions

I did some OC questions for my Aedan Cousland, Garrett Hawke and Teiran Lavellan!

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

Cousland: Morrigan and Kieran. Dinner at home with those he loves best.

Hawke: a rowdy night with the crew at the Hanged Man. Just like the Good Old Days.

Lavellan: surrounded by the Inner Circle and Advisors, all talking to each other and together. Solas sitting beside her for their ongoing private conversations.

2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

Cousland: I have never desired the responsibility fame brings. I shouldered it once. That is enough.

Hawke: I am already famous. Meh.

Lavellan: I would like to be famous for bringing about good, long-lasting change in the world and those around me.

3. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

Cousland: the day I return to my family, free of the blight.

Hawke: slay some monsters, return to Kirkwall but no one remembers me. Watch the changes Varric brings to our home.

Lavellan: one of those quiet days where we’re all spread out around Skyhold. Together and enjoying the peace our actions have bought us. Take a leisurely hike to the field with the best lilac bushes and plan a visit to see far-flung friends.

4. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

Cousland: I’m afraid you have me confused with the court bard.

Hawke: I-I.....don’t remember.

Lavellan: Earlier that day as she was singing the tune of a well-known song with the lyrics replaced to fit what she wants to communicate.

5. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

Cousland: Saving Morrigan from herself. Although I would never admit it. I refuse to die from the blight.

Hawke: I do not.

Lavellan: I will likely die in the attempt to keep world factions from killing each other (Quanri, Tevinter, Solas, Ferelden, Orlais).  In the attempt to keep the world from falling apart.

6. Name 3 things that you and your partner appear to have in common.

Cousland: we appear to have nothing in common. We are opposites who are compatible.

Hawke: I do not have a partner.

Lavellan: we appear to be very similar. We both strive for justice to the point of rebellion, immensely curious, heightened sense of empathy.

7. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

Cousland: to have magic. As a rogue, I seek what is forbidden to know. And as a noble, I want to possess all of what the world has to offer.

Hawke: time travel. I want to undo some things.

Lavellan: immortality. As an elf, I want what was taken from me. As a person, I want to have the time to explore and do it all.

8.  If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

Cousland: my life

Hawke: myself

Lavellan: the future

9. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

Cousland: having another child. I enjoyed having a sibling growing up and my nephew when he was alive. Before, I worried that Keiran would see another child as “better” because they would lack an Old God’s Soul. But right now, my focus is on helping Morrigan deal with the Well of Sorrows.

Hawke: What I want doesn’t matter. It won’t happen.

Lavellan: I’m always working towards what I dream of doing. Making it possible every day in small and big ways.

10. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

Cousland: I’ve survived. I survived the attack that wiped out my family. I survived becoming a grey warden and the Hero of Ferelden. I’ve even survived being the last of my line.

Hawke: I will endure. And take a couple of monsters down with me.

Lavellan: The Inquisition and it’s disbandment is my current greatest accomplishment. I’m working on my next one though, give me a couple of years.

11. What do you value most in a friendship?

Cousland: Honesty and forthright.

Hawke: Loyalty. I can count on them always

Lavellan: Growth, That our friendship changes us both as people and we are better for it. 

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I love this! All of it! Long live shape-shifters!! Although my Cousland isn’t a mage, definitely Hawke and Lavellan are shape-shifters. And Bo bear and Jarek Hawke are certainly similar.

1 of my wardens has shapeshifter as his speciality and i think about it a lot 

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Extremely Random OC Questions

If you would like to do your own: Here

1. Would your OC ever accessorize with a cape?

Yes!  Teiran Lavellan loves capes, even the poncho-like ones.  Utility over fashion. . .Josephine, Leliana, Varric and Vivienne are often called upon to consult before Lavellan meets nobles and Skyhold guests.

2. If they were to encounter a bear, what would they do?

So, when traveling to the Hinterlands: Teiran likes to stick very close to Iron Bull, Cassandra and Blackwall.  Then from that relative safety cast spells at the offending bear.  Although, prior to that she would have tried very hard to avoid provoking it.  She dislikes killing anything.

3. Your OC has the chance to either grab pepper spray, a baseball bat, a knife or a shoe, which one would they grab?

Inquisitor Lavellan always has a knife concealed on her person.  She uses it when enemies get too close to the mage.  (this is prior to her Knight Enchanter skills).

4. It’s a sunny day outside, what is their reaction?

“Is it hot?”  Teiran asks, shading her eyes and judging the temperature.  If it is below 80 degrees she’ll venture out for fun, hiking to a waterfall to swim or ride her halla to see something she’s heard/read about or collect lilacs.

5. Have they ever swam with sharks before?

“Sharks?”  Teiran asks, puzzled.  She turns to Solas with the question.  The day is spent asking every companion if they have heard of sharks.  Josephine is prevailed upon to write letters to foreign scholars.

6. Oh no, your oc is hungry and no money, what do they do?

Time to take to the woods and hunt.  Teiran has this skill being Dalish, she just would prefer not to use it.  If Ivun is near, he would take care of her.

7. If they had the chance to kill someone without being caught, would they? If so, who would it be?

If she’s killing someone, it is because they are trying to kill her and she has failed to dissuade them from it.

8. What gif describes their life?

9. What would their username be on tumblr?

theinquisitor (she takes her role very seriously)

10. What is their 3rd favourite colour?

Brown.  Reminds her of trees, aravals, home.

11. Can they do the splits?

*Sera snickers behind her at the idea*  Teiran huffs, “No.  Probably not.”

12.  Do they know which way east is?

Yep.  Dalish skills born and bred to it.

13. Have they ever been kicked in the knee caps before?

No, she’s fairly good at dodging attacks.

14. If they had the chance to go in a hot air balloon, would they?

Teiran looks up at how high that would mean then back at the small basket attached to a balloon.  “I’ll pass thanks.”

15. Would they stop to look at pretty flowers?

*Cassandra, Teiran and Solas deep in conversation about their next move*

Teiran: “Yes, we should do that and--oh look at the pretty flowers!”

She walks over to the flowers and insists they look.  Conversation will resume shortly after they have appreciated the beauty.

16. They have acquired a lion, a peanut butter sandwich and a purple rock, what is their next move?

Teiran pets the lion with one hand and eats the peanut butter sandwhich with the other.  She studies the purple rock before handing it around to the group, each in turn expressing their opinions.  The purple rock seems non-magical and is given to Sera who seems to become fond of it and has stolen it from Blackwall’s hands.  Teiran then begins training the lion to heel, fetch, guard and attack.  She has gained a tasty sandwich and a companion.  The lion follows her around Skyhold and Thedas, terrorizing her enemies and protecting her allies beside her.

17. They see a magical wand, do they touch it?

Teiran would be all over that.  A wand?  Not a huge staff that I have to lug around Thedas, YES PLEASE!

18. If a skeleton talked to them, would they be scared?

Teiran looks around for Dorian, her necromancer, while replying, “That would depend entirely upon what the skeleton said.”

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OCs Negative Traits

Bold always or almost always applies. Italic occasional or situational. 

Tagged by @hansaera (Hi! I love your artwork!)

Teiran Lavellan (pictured here pre-Conclave)

aggressive | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold/cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | mistrusting | murderer | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronizing | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful

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OC Relationship Meme

Rules: Pick ONE of your OCs and THREE of their relationships (friends, parents, LIs, whatever). Find a gif that represent each relationship.

*hides under covers* No I absolutely did not make another one.  Nope.

(Karissa is Inquisitor Teiran Lavellan’s Runner/Messenger/Handmaiden)

Karissa Trevisan and Cullen Rutherford:

Karissa Trevisan and Teiran Lavellan:

Karissa Trevisan and Josephine Montilyet:

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The moment Teiran Lavellan realized how she felt about her close friend.

*GROSS SOBBING*

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10 Questions for your Inquisitor

If you want to do your own: 10 Questions for your Inquisitor

1. Had your Inquisitor ever been in love before being sent to the conclave?

No, not really.  Teiran had crushes of course, but nothing serious.

2. Where does your Inquisitor go when they need a break from everything?

Teiran takes her favorite Hart and heads into the forest around Skyhold to walk among the trees, pick lilacs, talk to herself/the forest about her problems.  As a Dalish, this is a familiar/comforting environment to relax in.

3. What is your Inquisitor’s worst memory?

The aravels’ red sails bringing out the red in the fire that burned throughout the camp.  The muffled sound of battle still coming through her fingers pressed over her ears.  Her home under attack from the inside.  Ivun’s gone, bow shaking in his white-knuckled grip.  Her mother’s bone-breaking hug, “Stay here, ma da’len”.  Was mamae crying?

4. What is your Inquisitor’s most treasured possession?

Pre-Conclave her most treasured possession was the Clan Lavellan Keeper’s Staff that had been passed down from Keeper to Keeper (so it previously belonged to her mother).  Post-Conclave, her most treasured possession is her quest journal with all her notes about people’s requests, list of requests/things to do, Solas’ sketches/doodles and her thoughts on everything.

5. What makes your Inquisitor laugh?

Teiran, unlike her sibling Ivun, doesn’t laugh as easily/frequently.  But when she does, she doesn’t hold back.  Probably something unexpectedly happening, something that catches her off-guard and derails her thoughts.

6. Does your Inquisitor have any siblings?

Teiran has an older brother who raised her since she was a young pre-teen.  Ivun is Clan Lavellan’s Master hunter and taught her archery.  More about Ivun

7. Who is the Inquisitor’s closest friend?

Dorian or Solas

8. Does your Inquisitor need a plan or are they happy to wing it?

Teiran needs a plan, she frequently keeps track of her plans in the journal she begins keeping once she realizes that people are going to ask her for her help with things.

9. How much care does your Inquisitor take with their appearance?

Not much.  Teiran favors functionality over anything and dislikes decorations or jewelry.

10. Where did your Inquisitor learn most of their skills and abilities?

Archery from Ivun

Magic from Solas and Dorian

Knight Enchanter from Vivienne

Defensive/close range daggers from Sera and Cole

The Game and Ballroom Dancing from Josephine and Vivienne

Stamina/Shield/Endurance from Cassandra

Read/Write from her mother/Clan Lavellan Keeper

Elven language from Solas (intermediate level by the end of game)

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Ba-Boom!

@dadrunkwriting

Thank you @queensoledad for the prompt!!  It was so nice writing everyone together, happy and able to smoothly operate as a team!

I extend the timeline of the Inquisition to at least 2 years rather than 1 (because I feel that is more realistic) so this is a little more than half-way through the game.

Teiran Lavellan surveyed the battlefield.  They had been fighting inside the eastern fortification in the Exalted Plains.  Her companions hunted down the last of the Freeman to retake the area, their footsteps pounding on the wooden planks.  She watched as they broke into predictable pairs and threes to converge on the last few Freeman.  Teiran smiled at their ability to work seamlessly as a team, it had taken over a year to reach this point.  Cassandra, Solas and Varric formed a trio while the rest paired up.  She began scanning for the odd-man out in their current groupings amongst the ten of them.  

Teiran’s head snapped around at the sound of Iron Bull’s pained groan; she was already rushing to him when she saw the bloody dagger being pulled free of his side.  Coming within range, Teiran slid to a stop, thrusting the end of her staff into the ground and electrifying the rouge until he collapsed.  Iron Bull buried his axe in the fallen enemy with a grunt, leaving it in the body and putting a hand to his side.

Teiran sprinted the last ten yards to reach her injured companion, a worried frown wrinkling her forehead.  The Iron Bull turned around at the thump of her footsteps, a pained smile on his face and blood soaking his thigh, “Hey Boss.  Thought it might be you.”

She gave him a quick half-smile, “Oh, Bull.  I’m so sorry.  I should have been here earlier.”  The Qunari was so much taller than the Dalish elf; she barely had to bend down to reach his side.

The Iron Bull moved his massive hand to let her heal him.  Within seconds, his hot blood coated her glowing hand.  She closed her eyes to focus on the flesh her magic healed.  A few minutes of silence passed, Bull’s breathing becoming more steady the more flesh she mended.  

The battle had ended.  Bull watched the other companions searching for valuable items and documents among the dead, all gradually gravitating towards the Inquisitor.  His eye fell on the Enchanter mending a scratch on Cassandra’s shoulder when a shimmer to his right caught his attention.

Bull to spring into action as the crackling sound of an assassin signaled the emerging from their stealth ability mid-lunge.  Teiran spun around at the sound.  The enemy sailed through the air, a dagger raised high over their head in their suicidal revenge mission.  Throwing his balance forward with the motion, Iron Bull swung his horn into the assailant, bending protectively over Teiran.  The momentum of Bull’s movement caused the assassin’s knife to sink into the Qunari’s shoulder.   Then, Iron Bull fell forward pushing Teiran under him and to the ground.  

The assailant only had a moment to savor the heady satisfaction of vengeance for the deaths of their comrades.  One after another, arrows and bolts sunk into their body from adjacent angles.  The vengeful rouge swayed as each arrow pierced his flesh.

BA-BOOM!

The air shook with the sound of all three bodies clattering against the wooden planks.  Everyone ran, racing towards Bull and Teiran from their various locations.  Varric and Sera’s weapons were still trained on their victim even as they hurried towards them.

Teiran’s breath had been forced from her chest when the massive Qunari landed on top of her.  Now she struggled to pull in more air, gasping like a fish out of water.  While Bull’s body had effectively shielded her from the knife, his dead weight now pinned her to the ground, blocking her lungs from filling.  Although there was little chance that the elven mage could perform a push-up to free herself, she still tried.  And in the face of her failure, her last oxygen-deprived thought was to hope the others would save them promptly and to curse her lack of a warrior’s physique.

Solas reached the downed pair, using Fade step to reach them before anyone else. He quickly assessed the situation; both were alive if only one was breathing.  He was eying how close Bull’s bloody horn was to Teiran’s neck when Cassandra, Dorian, Cole and Blackwall joined him.  Varric, Sera and Vivienne were not far behind.

Dorian immediately dropped to Bull’s bloody side, continuing to heal the initial wound from the first troublesome rouge.

“We’ll have to lift him before we take out the knife.” Cassandra announced.

Dorian answered, his mind focused on healing and his eyes assessing how much blood leaked from around the dagger in his shoulder, “Well, before you order him to bleed to death from that wound, let me finish healing this one.”

Solas, his hand already hovering over the wound at Bull’s shoulder caught Dorian’s gaze, “Dorian, I can heal him unaided if necessary.”  Before Dorian could unleash the indignant remarks that went with his expression, Cassandra took charge.

“Blackwall!  Varric! Take positions on either side.” Cassandra barked as she gestured to either side of Bull’s body while moving to stand ready next to Dorian. She and Solas locked gazes and he nodded knowingly: she would pull Dorian out of the way if necessary.  

Solas and Blackwall on one side of Bull; Varric, Cassandra and Dorian on the other, they positioned themselves with their hands under his body ready to lift up.

“Be weary of the horns.  This will hurt.”  Solas advised, taking his position nearest the dagger to lift Bull’s body.

Simultaneously, Cassandra called, “Vivienne!” and Solas called, “Cole!”

Cole ghosted over to Solas, while Vivienne turned her attention to Cassandra but did not move any closer.  Sera could be seen behind Vivienne pacing and muttering reassuringly to herself while biting her nails.

Solas spoke, his voice low and strained, “They will not work together.  Cole you must get her away from—”

Vivienne folded her arms indignantly, “I do hope you are not seriously suggesting the pet demon is more equipped than I—”

Cassandra shouted,  “Enough!  Ready and lift!”

The five of them lifted the Qunari just enough so Cole could pull Teiran out from under him.  They attempted to do it as evenly as possible, however, Bull still roared in pain, sweeping his horns from side to side.  Solas and Dorian both dodged the unconscious reaction; managing to keep ahold of the mountain of a man and help the others lower him back to the ground.

Cole and Teiran were almost one hundred yards away.  Vivienne and Varric tore after them.  While running towards the pair, Vivienne began crafting a sigil to revive Teiran, preparing to utilize the impressive range of her Knight Enchanter skill. While Varric shouted an explanation to Cole: he had gone too far and he needed to come closer.

Cassandra turned her gaze on Blackwall, Solas and Dorian in turn,  “Blackwall, pull the dagger loose then get clear.  Solas?  Dorian? Are you ready?”

Blackwall nodded confidently, his hands already moving towards the hilt of the dagger.

“I am ready.”  Solas answered, his eyes glued to the group in the distance but his hands bloody and in position.  

Cole had come closer to bring Teiran within Vivienne’s range, now only about twenty yards from Iron Bull.  After relinquishing her into the Enchanter’s care, the spirit hovered close to Varric.  Varric reached out to pat Cole’s elbow paternally.

“By all means, lets relax and host a debate. Just do it already.”  Dorian replied, his hand opposite Solas’.

With a huff of effort, Blackwall pulled the dagger up and out of the Qunari’s thick skin eliciting a roar and another slash of his horns.  Dorian, in his zeal to begin healing his lover, moved into reach of the Qunari’s horns. Cassandra, still by Dorian’s side, grabbed him and pulled him out of range.

“Cassandra wha—” Dorian began when he saw Iron Bull’s horn swipe inches from his shoulder.

Before more could be said, Cassandra repositioned the mage back where he had been kneeling.  Dorian nodded in realization of the situation and placed his hand back into the pool of blood on Iron Bull’s shoulder.  

Solas’ serious, glazed expression looked blanched with the green light emitting from the healing magic leaking between his fingers. Dorian joined him, their healing magic different shades of green, mingling together to rapidly mend bone, organs and muscle.  Although Dorian wore the same glazed expression of seeing something in his mind that did not physically exist in front of him, the tight set of his jaw showed strain and his meticulously groomed mustache twitched in worry.

Vivienne stood above the unconscious Inquisitor; her arms steely as she spread them across her body then raised them into the air commanding the revival in a swirl of green magic.  All could hear Teiran’s rough intake of breath followed by a bout of hacking coughs.   The elf rolled on her side, gulping air as she regained full health.  

Solas’ glazed expression wavered, but his eyes flitting towards the sound of Teiran’s raspy breathing; he continued to watch her while Vivienne administered a health potion as soon as Teiran could sit up.

Iron Bull’s flesh sealed under their palms, fully repaired.  With a relieved gush of air, Dorian threw his weight backwards into a sitting position beside Bull.

Solas was already gone and halfway to the Inquisitor’s side.

Dorian surreptitiously watched the Qunari warrior flip onto his back with an exaggerated groan, his eye closed and his breathing even.  Wiping the blood from his hands, Dorian pretended to observe the others: Cassandra, Varric, Blackwall and Sera had formed a group to continue their hunt for valuables, perhaps feeling safer together.  Even from where he sat, Dorian could see Solas thanking Cole before kneeling down to Teiran.  

Then Cole disappeared, the hurt healed and his task finished.  

Vivienne turned from the elven lovers to join the others, her disgust hidden from them but plain to Dorian’s noble-born eyes. Dorian knew Iron Bull was watching him as he saw all this; the blood finally gone from his hands, he turned to meet the Qunari’s gaze.

“I take it the Boss is alright.”  Iron Bull said, his tone light.

“Yes, after we extracted her from underneath you, Vivienne revived her in short order.” Dorian replied, lightly placing his hand on Bull’s arm.

The Iron Bull sat up, stretching the newly healed muscles, humming in satisfaction, “You and Solas did a good job.  How does it look?  Will it leave a scar?”  He asked, flexing suggestively.

Dorian rolled his eyes, but smiled, “I would be offended that you think I would leave a scar if I didn’t already know you would have preferred I did.”

Heaving a sigh, Dorian finally asked, “Are you alright?”

Bull placed a calloused hand on the side of the mage’s face, “You worry too much, this isn’t my first knife in the back and it won’t be the last.” Iron Bull smiled at his own word choice having a double meaning.  Dorian sighed in exasperation at the joke, smiling in spite of himself as he rose to his feet.  Iron Bull got to his feet at a leisurely pace, making a show of stretching and extending to his full height.

“ ’ey Elfy!  Enough with the kissy kissy, right?  She’s fine. We’re all fine as pie.”  Sera yelled across the fort.  “Well, great.  Now I want pie.  Any chance of that?” she continued, equally as loud, but the question was yelled in Cassandra’s direction.

Everyone watched the two elves freeze, their foreheads still touching, and then slowly drift apart with Solas pressing a quick kiss to Teiran’s forehead. Solas stood, his gaze stony while he offered Teiran his hand.  Teiran’s blush was a red beacon that shone even in the mid-day sun as she took his hand and stood, gazing murderously in Sera’s direction.  Sera danced happily at the discomfort she had caused, casually putting Cassandra’s body between her and the couple.

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Dragon Age Asks: Inquisitor + Companions

Vivienne Questions

1. Did your Inquisitor share Vivienne’s views on the circle of magi or disagree and why?

Disagreed.  Sure, fire is dangerous.  But people aren’t as simple as fire.  Teiran, as a mage, is particularly passionate about the hardships of being a mage.  However, she understands that Vivienne’s way of surviving is by beating the game rather than trying to change it.

2. Did your inquisitor view The Game as worthwhile or did they detest court intrigue? How did that affect their relationship with Vivienne?

Teiran, as a very straightforward person, detests The Game.  This puts them at odds, but the two get to know each other fairly well since Vivienne is her main teacher in preparation for the Winter Palace mission.  Teiran appreciates her expertise and Vivienne finds her an able and curious, if not passionate, student.

3. Did the feelings of your Inquisitor towards Vivienne change at all after completing her personal mission about Duke Bastian, if yes, in what way?

After her personal mission, Teiran felt like they were on more like friends rather than strictly teacher and student.  She liked seeing another side of Vivienne and she felt like she understood her more.  Although Vivienne would probably say that they were more like friends once Teiran became a Knight Enchanter.

4. Was Vivienne ever considered a candidate for Divine by your Inquisitor? Why was, or why wasn’t, she made Divine by your Inquisitor?

Teiran never considered Vivienne for Divine because of their ideological differences over mages’ rights.  And she avoided telling her so, because she knew whatever friendship they had would likely disappear.

5. How did your Inquisitor feel about Vivienne? Friends? Allies? Rivals?

Teiran appreciates having Vivienne around for her expertise in things like fashion, etiquette, The Game, and iron-like will.  However, the two never made it past being more than friendly allies.  Things like Vivienne’s treatment of Iron Bull, Teiran’s relationship with Solas, and their differing views on the Circle of Magi kept them from being true friends.

Varric Questions

1. Was your Inquisitor’s relationship with Varric like that of Varric’s relationship with Hawke? Was it better? Worse?

Hawke and Varric were like brothers, but Teiran and Varric’s relationship is more like uncle and niece.  So, family still, but different.

2. How did your Inquisitor feel about Varric’s situation with Bianca? Who did they decide was right about what Bianca did?

Teiran did not like Bianca one bit.  She didn’t really side with anyone: She condemned Bianca for taking such a huge risk without having something in place to stop them if things went badly.  However, she understands the lure of an opportunity.

3. Did your Inquisitor approve of Varric’s stories? Did they read any of his books?

Teiran has read “The Tale of the Champion” in the human villages and she liked it.

4. Did your Inquisitor try to dissuade Varric from believing that they were the herald of Andraste or did they encourage it?

Dissuade of course.  She insisted Varric continue to call her “Loner” instead.

5. Did your Inquisitor leave Hawke in the fade or save Hawke? How did that affect their relationship with Varric?

Teiran left Alistair in the Fade rather than Hawke.  I imagine Varric was pleased, but he would not say so in front of Teiran because he could see how hard of a decision that was for her.

Dorian Questions

1. How does your Inquisitor feel about Tevinter? Did Dorian change their feelings at all about the Imperium?

Teiran greatly enjoyed hearing about Tevinter from Dorian, about all the things he would change and that there were a few good things.  She is relieved to know there are people like Dorian out there who realize the serious societal flaws and want to change them.

2. How did your Inquisitor feel about the Necromancy specialization? Were they intrigued? Disgusted?

Teiran is neutrally negative about it.  She understands the philosophy with her utilitarian perspective, but she is uneasy when the dead are reanimated too much.  She allows that it is useful to throw a dead person on a sword that would have pierced you or a friend, but if they start wandering around too much she gets scared.  It is her deep trust in her friend that she keeps such a level-headed opinion of Necromancy, when her gut-reaction is fear.

3. Did your Inquisitor attempt to have Dorian speak to his father or not? Does your Inquisitor relate to Dorian in terms of struggles with family or sexuality?

Teiran’s own pain over her own family compels her to have Dorian speak to his father.  She doesn’t force Dorian to do more than simply listen to what he has to say, but she feels as his friend that he should take any chance to retain family.  However, if Dorian does not wish to speak to his father after his father says his peace is totally up to Dorian.  She just feels it is important to try and give them a chance. Teiran doesn’t relate to Dorian in terms of his struggles with family or sexuality, but she is ready with a sympathetic ear.

4. Was Dorian a good companion for your Inquisitor? Was there any personality clash between them?

Their personalities are somewhat opposite in the way of flamboyancy, but their opinions and rebellious spirits often align.  They appreciate each other’s personality: Dorian appreciates her authenticity and she appreciates his charismatic, humorous, strong-willed personality.  The two get on fabulously and are the closest (except Solas of course/but that’s a whole ‘nother kettle of fish) in the Inquisition.  They probably would have gravitated towards each other regardless, however going forward in time together caused their friendship to cement quickly and early on.

5. Did your Inquisitor agree with Dorian’s decision to return to Tevinter? How did they feel about his choice?

It broke Teiran’s heart to see Dorian return to Tevinter, however it was also her proudest moment as Inquisitor Lavellan.  Hearing that she inspired him to return to Tevinter to make the changes necessary made her literally cry happy tears. 

And that’s all folks!  Hope you enjoyed hearing about Teiran and her relationships! :)

If anyone would like to do their own: Dragon Age Asks: Inquisitor + Companions

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OC List:

Teiran Lavellan, Ivun Lavellan or Karissa Travisan

OC Questions

After seeing a lot of the same questions in OC asks, thought I’d write a few of my own lol. Send an emoji and and for which OC:

🩸 - Does your OC believe in blood being thicker than water? (meaning family relationships and loyalties are the most important)

✂️ - What kind of thing would have your OC cut someone out of their life? How likely are they to let someone back in?

🎭 - Does your OC show different sides of themselves to different people?

🩺 - Does your OC accept help easily? Are they willing to admit when they need help?

💡 - How does your OC enact plans? Do they plan down to the smallest details, or do the wing it?

🌋 - What’s your OCs temper like? Are they a slow boil, or an instant explosion?

⏰ - What is your OC like at timekeeping? Are they punctual, or always running late?

🎁 - What kind of gift-giver are they? Do they give thoughtful gifts? Expensive gifts? Practical gifts?

📎 - How organised is your OC? Do they keep on top of responsibilities, or leave things to the last minute?

🧸 - On a scale of 1 - 10, how ‘soft’ is your OC? 1 being the edgiest of edges and 10 being a literal teddy bear that cries at everything? (Bonus questions, where on the scale would your OC place themselves, and where would they like to be on the scale?)

💬 - Is your OC much of a talker? Do they only speak when spoken to? (Or not even then?) Do they ever talk over others?

🌅 - What is your OCs favourite time of day? Are they a morning person or a night owl?

🥦 - Does your OC eat healthily or live off junk food?

🍹 - Does your OC drink? If so, what’s their drink of choice?

🍺 - What kind of drunk are they? (e.g. talkative, sleepy, flirty etc.)

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Dragon Age Asks: Inquisitor + Companions

Solas Questions

1. Did your Inquisitor engage Solas academically with questions or were they uninterested in his experiences?

Teiran always asks all the companions every questions she can think of, but what she liked about Solas is his willingness to answer at length.

2. Did they agree with his opinions about spirits, that they were friends and trustworthy? If not, what did your inquisitor believe instead?

Not initially, but she remained open-minded when he broaches the subject in Haven.  All she had ever known is people warning her about spirits. Then, after a few Fade trips and befriending Cole, she was pretty well convinced they could be friends and trustworthy as likely as anyone else.

3. If your inquisitor was told they were “unlike others of their race” by Solas, how did they respond? Were they angry or grateful?

With a bitter and knowing smile.  She’s known all her life she was an abnormal Dalish elf, but what gets Teiran is how he spins this into a good thing.

4. Did your Inquisitor think of Solas as Fen’harel or did they continue to think of him as their companion, a friend, if he was one to them, even after discovering who he was?

If anything, Teiran was more attracted to him once she found out.  She thinks of him as both Solas and Fen’harel, just as she thinks of herself as both Inquisitor and Teiran.

5. What did they choose, stop Solas or attempt to redeem him, and what motivated their choice? Fear? Love?

Redeem him of course.  There isn’t a person in the game that Teiran doesn’t set out to redeem (though she seriously considered it a couple of times).  She loves him yes, but she more believes that she can help him bring down the Veil without casualties beyond changing the way Thedas is structured and how people live (magic in more abundance, no more demons, no more Templars, etc.).

Cassandra Questions

1. Was your Inquisitor Andrastian? Did their religious beliefs affect their relationship with Cassandra?

Nope!  Teiran can not stand being the Herald and denies it vehemently.  This does disappoint Cassandra, but the two find more common ground elsewhere to overcome this difference.

2. What was Cassandra’s role in the Inquisition to your Inquisitor? Was she a crucial friend/ally or an unnecessary soldier?

Crucial friend! Teiran is very grateful to Cassandra for gradually letting her grow into being the leader of the Inquisition.  In the beginning, Cassandra is more their leader than Teiran.  And she still highly values Cassandra as such.

3. Did your Inquisitor push Cassandra to rebuild or abandon the Seekers of Truth? Why?

Teiran believes in having more than one power in Thedas to be a check on the others if something gets out of hand so she really wants Cassandra to rebuild the Seekers of Truth.  This belief also drives Teiran to reinstate the Grey Wardens.

4. Did your Inquisitor agree with Cassandra’s vision for the Chantry? Did they choose her as Divine?

No. Teiran agrees with Cassandra’s vision for the Chantry, but feels that her talents and vision would be better spent rebuilding the Seekers.  A more important task than being Divine in Teiran’s opinion.  (Leliana gets to be Divine)

5. Does your Inquisitor know all of her middle names?

Umm. . .no.  Teiran would like to know all her middle names just for curiosity’s sake, but she cannot get the Seeker to reveal them often enough for her to memorize them all.  Of course Teiran wouldn’t think to get the information from someone else because if Cassandra doesn’t want to tell her, she would feel like she was going behind her back somehow.

If anyone would like to do their own: Dragon Age Asks: Inquisitor + Companions