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teiranlavellan · 8 years ago

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Guilt

From @love-in-nature: “For @dadrunkwriting, trying to walk on ice pretty please, Solavellan if you'd be so kind <3″

Thank you for the prompt!! It got a little long, but it was definitely fun. I’m also not 100% sure what Teiran and Solas look like as a couple (I’m not at that part yet in my own mind). So thank you for giving me a chance to write them that way. :)

Teiran threw her coat on the snow-covered log behind her and placed the parcel of animal fat next to it. The young Dalish elf quickly replaced her bow across her back and leaned her deer-hide quiver against her coat with anticipation. She was nearly bouncing on her toes, making the snow crunch as it slid against her boats, as she extracted a single arrow and knelt down. She unwrapped the small parcel and dipped both sides of the point of her arrow in the fatty substance. As she stood upright, she eased the bow off her back with one hand, the movement practiced and fluid.

Notching the arrow, she scanned the forest around her: the dark, wet wood contrasted with the blank snow banks and blended where the snow mixed with earth. Her eyes flicked between tree trunks, she had come to the edge of the frozen lake where there would be space between her targets, it would be bad if the branches of another tree were to come in contact with her arrow as it flew. Teiran strode towards the line of trees, leaving about 75 yards between the archer and her self-appointed target. The unoffending tree waited patiently for her attack as she looked around to reassure herself that she was alone.

Satisfied, Teiran stared at her palm as she held it aloft. An apple-sized flame burst into existence and hovered above the skin of her palm. Teiran smiled affectionately at it before bringing it into contact with the tip of her arrow, igniting it. The archer serenely smothered the conjured flame as she closed her hand and reached for the bow’s string.

Teiran took aim as she brought her right hand to rest along her jaw with the string digging into the pads of her fingers. Her left hand wrapped around the bow’s limb felt the heat from the animal fat burning as she moved it ever so slightly to the right. Then she released her tenuous grip on the bowstring and was rewarded for her focus with the sight of the flame streaking through the air before lodging into the tree she had intended to strike. The flame died on the damp wood.

Teiran skipped back over to her quiver and repeated her preparations, still looking carefully around before using magic and spending more time than necessary lighting the arrow. Teiran ground her teeth as she felt her anger over the all-important “magic only when required” rule that governed her life surge through her body. “It isn’t fair.” She thought fiercely as she engaged her bow, pulling it back until her hand met her unmarked face. With a sullen huff, she hastily released her second flaming arrow, which missed the tree trunk completely and whistled out of sight.

“Great. Just great.” Teiran rolled her eyes as she dropped her bow on the ground and briskly stomped over to the tree line, following the arrow’s flight path to the lake beyond. The elf scanned the icy expanse, easily locating her arrow about 30 yards from the bank where she stood. Teiran glared at the arrow as she stretched out onto the frozen water, avoiding the thinner sheet that covered the shallow water near the edge.

She launched herself as far as she could onto the lake, letting her feet slide under her, completely focused on keeping her balance. When she could direct her gaze somewhere besides her feet, Teiran realized she had slid farther to the left than she had intended, but was only a handful of yards from her goal. Emboldened as only a young adult could be, Teiran began to walk on the ice. Halfway through her second stride, she slipped, landing on her elbow and shoulder.

“Ah!” Teiran yelped. The elf was curled into a ball on the frozen lake as she frantically conducted an internal inventory, “Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owwwwww!” The Dalish elf lay there panting in pain for a few minutes more before heaving herself onto her hands and knees. The arrow stared back mockingly at her only a couple of feet away. She growled at it as she crawled to it, the ice burning against her bare palms and soaking through her pants to chill her knees.

Teiran forced her frosted fingers to bend around the arrow as she heaved it out of the ice; apparently the fire had allowed it to lodge itself into the surface of the frozen water. Triumphant, she laughed defiantly at the arrow and observed the small dent it had made in the lake.

“Teiran! Mythal grant me strength, what are you doing out there?!” Ivun’s agitated voice reached her from the tree line near the lake.

The adolescent ground her teeth as she muttered under her breath, “Dread Wolf take me, what is he doing here?” Then she turned to face him as she sat up on her knees, sitting back on her ankles, “Getting my arrow. What does it look like I’m doing?” she shouted back sarcastically. Even from on the lake, she could see him frown at her as he crossed his arms and watched her with silent disapproval.

Teiran slowly got to her feet and shuffled her way back to the edge, determined not to slip and gripping her arrow. Pleased that she was nearing the shallower water without loosing her balance, she chanced a glance up at her older brother. His reddish-blonde hair and tan complexion making him seem very out of place amongst the snow and dark green of the trees. However, Teiran knew that his tan was in actuality very light for him, simply the result of being a hunter, spending hours in the reflective snow stalking prey in the winter light. She stared belligerently at the Master of Clan Lavellan, “I’m fine by the way. You don’t have to check on me like I’m a child. I know what I’m doing.”

Ivun stared impassively back at her, his Sylaisean vallaslin uncreased. Teiran sighed dramatically and turned to judging the distance between the ground and the solid water under her feet. She threw herself forward, but her jump lacked power due to the slippery surface she was launching from and she landed short. Her boots were instantly soaked with glacial wetness as her feet broke through.

Teiran flailed and began to fall backwards when a vice-like grip wrapped around her arm, sending her careening through the air in the opposite direction she had been falling. Ivun dragged Teiran onto solid ground, a lecture on his lips, “Now, look at you! All this trouble for an arrow. Why couldn’t you just let it go? You have a whole quiver full!”

Teiran pulled out of his grip and spun, “So I got a little wet! So what!” she bellowed as she replaced her hard-won arrow into her quiver and searched for her bow. Her anger abated for a moment as she realized it was not on the ground where she had left it. However her feelings rekindled when she discovered her bow carefully placed on her coat, no doubt Ivun’s doing. Teiran began her march back to camp, pulling her coat, bow and quiver around her as she went. The rash motion reminding her of her bruised shoulder as it pinched.

“You better hope your toes doesn’t freeze together before you can make it back!” Ivun called to her as she disappeared.

Teiran sighed as she dispersed the spirits who had taken to reenacting her memory. She sat with her arms around her knees in the Fade, guilt and embarrassment crushing her into a tight ball.

“Hi.” Teiran whispered softly into her knees without looking up at the tall elf standing beside her.

“We were all young once, Teiran. I am certain he has forgiven you.” Solas comforted as he sat next to her.

“I know. I just made things so much harder for him than they had to be.” Teiran sighed.

“He is not here to cause you pain.” Solas reasoned, uncertain of the underlying cause of her guilt.

Teiran laughed once bitterly, “No. He’s here to take me back. He wants me to be Keeper and be his sister.”

It was Solas’ turn to feel guilty as he experienced an irrational stab of discomfort at the idea.

Teiran gestured angrily into the empty swirls of green mist that was characteristic of the Fade, “And I’m going to have to disappoint him. I’m going to be selfish and make things harder for him again.”

“You are not going to abandon your responsibilities here, Inquisitor.” Solas stated objectively, both elves already knowing the truth of his assessment.

“Abandoning my responsibilities as his sister. Solas, I’m all he has left now. And I . . . I can’t. I can’t force myself to do it. Or even consider it seriously.” She smiled grimly, “But I know I should.” Teiran admitted sadly, but resolutely.

“You are the only one who can heal the Veil. He will understand your decision.” Solas replied, running his hand along her arm soothingly. Although his guilt still pulled at him, he found he was relieved to actually hear her say that she was not returning to her Dalish clan.

“I know he will understand.” She blew her breath out in a loud gush. “And I am sure the guilt I will feel over his understanding will haunt me for many years.” Teiran grabbed his hand as it passed her elbow and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles lightly.

#my first one #walking on ice #solas x lavellan #Teiran #Ivun #da drunk writing #my writing

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teiranlavellan · 7 years ago

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Otp Questions

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My currently fleshed out OTPs: Aedan Cousland/Morrigan and Solas/Teiran Lavellan

Who is the other person’s impulse control? Aedan and Teiran (sigh. The other two of those relationships. . . .)

Who wants to go star gazing as they are both wrapped up under a blanket? Aedan and Teiran (Aedan is a romantic at heart and Teiran would if the mood struck her)

Who blushes more? Teiran (the only one who does at all)

Who is grumpy in the morning until the other gives them a kiss? Aedan/Morrigan (the other two don’t kiss/talk before mid-morning/after they wake up enough not to be grumpy)

Who can make a pun out of anything? Solas

Have they ever tried to set up another couple? None of them

Who falls asleep first? Aedan/Morrigan (They are up and down with the sun/unlike the other two)

Who tries to make supper for their partner but fails so they order pizza instead? Aedan (the rest know how to cook)

#otp #my ocs #questions #answered questions #da couples #aedan cousland x morrigan #teiran lavellan x solas

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teiranlavellan · 7 years ago

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My Writing Master Post

These one-shots skip around chronologically and mainly give me a break from my main writing.

Each title is a link, Click it for the whole post. These are all written as answered prompts for the Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle.

Guilt

My first drabble for DA drunk writing circle. (Prompt: Walking on ice). Teenage Teiran Lavellan showing off her archery skills and her older brother Ivun.

Lilacs

Karissa Trevisan’s first drabble, introducing her as a character. The mystery of the appearance of lilacs within the Inquisitor’s bed chambers and who could have been the one to send them.

Karissa smiled lightly, “Good night, Lady Montilyet.” Karissa tucked the new scrolls into her messenger bag, placing them in the central pocket with those lacking the Inquisitor’s signature. “Could it be Lady Montilyet? She was kind enough to send the flowers, but if it was her she seems like the type to leave a note.” Karissa argued with herself.

Her waist-long braid hit her stomach as she turned for the door and left the cozy office.

Astrarium

A moment from an early-relationship Iron Bull and Dorian. Nothing explicit, but suggestive. Dorian trying to keep his distance from a real relationship.

Dorian smiled charmingly, “Oh, don’t tell me this is the part where we cuddle and declare our undying love for each other?”

The Iron Bull wasn’t fazed by the rebuff; he continued in the same light tone, “Ha. All I’m sayin is you can stay a minute. Catch your breath. After all, wouldn’t want anyone to see you so …” He ran his eye over Dorian’s flushed cheeks, “Sparkly.”

Abandoned Home

Post-Trespasser moment in Skyhold. Former Inquisitor Lavellan coming to accept her new life after all the changes that have happened in the past couple of years. She’s been depressed for awhile at this point and is finally starting to recover.

Teiran resumed her slow march towards the throne at the end of the hall. The voices and memories spun endlessly through her mind with each step: laughter, the soft buzz of many voices, the rustle of fabric overhead, the constant movement of couriers, the weighty feeling that the world was changing with every step; it was all gone.

A squeak pierced Teiran’s nostalgia. Morrigan was grooming her face by the door to the forge; she rose onto her hind legs and squeaked again.

A Quiet Sigh

My Cullen POV. Post-game, but pre-Trespasser. This is a piece that goes with my “Quest for Drunkeness” idea that has yet to be written.

The Iron Bull crossed one arm across his wide chest and gestured with the other, “There you go! Let it out Red. Get it off your chest.”

Cullen watched in horror as a dagger flashed across the room aimed at the Iron Bull’s left side, missing Josephine completely. Reflexively, Cullen dashed to defend the target when he heard the “plink” of metal on stone. The Commander slowed then stopped as he realized the Iron Bull had dodged the attack and Leliana’s knife lay harmlessly in the corner. The Iron Bull’s roaring laugh stood in stark contrast to Josephine’s stunned expression.

Mother’s Never Get A Break

Morrigan POV; Post-Well of Sorrows. Trying to pull clothes over damp skin. Poor Karissa just trying to do her job.

Morrigan sensed rather than heard the light step of her son in the distance, but approaching. Cursing the end of her seldom minutes alone that is the bane of motherhood, Morrigan stood, threw the bucket of clean water over her head and rushed for her towel. Now she could hear the pattern of his speech, he was pelting someone with questions. “Fantastic! We have guests.” Morrigan bemoaned, knowing she didn’t have time to arrange her usual outfit and calculating what would be easiest to throw on.

Ba-Boom!

About mid-way through the game in the Exhalted Plains, Iron Bull and Inquisitor Teiran Lavellan become injured. Showing the team working together. Iron Bull and Dorian showing off some relationship-growth.

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.

Breaking the Kiss

A bit of Solavellan fluff on their way to Crestwood. A sweet moment before the disaster that follows.

She answered teasingly, running a soft hand across the hard planes of his face, “Well, if I found it in my heart to forgive everyone else’s crimes, I suppose I could grant you this pardon.”

Solas closed his eyes and took her hand from his face, bringing it to his lips. He kissed her palm gently, his eyes still closed. “You are most merciful, Inquisitor Lavellan.”

Leliana’s Scouts VS Cullen’s Soldiers

This is a running game I imagined taking place throughout Thedas to compensate for the boredom that must ensue when following around the Inner Circle collecting extra resources that they leave to be sent back to Skyhold. Josephine is not amused.

Commander Cullen appeared in her office, closing the door gently behind him. “Ah, we’re all here. Good.” Cullen observed awkwardly, still standing in the entryway.

Josephine sighed and beckoned him, “Please, have a seat Commander. Leliana?” She arched an eyebrow at her friend, warning her away from thoughts bent towards pilfering her messages.

Cullen x Karissa Fluff

After the Arbor Wilds campaign, Karissa waits in Cullen’s room for him to come home. Established relationship.

Cullen jumped up from the bed with a hand to his forehead, “Oh! I-I have something for you! Seeds and clippings from the Arbor Wilds for your garden. I left them downstairs! I-I didn’t know I would be seeing you tonight.” He glanced at her, searching her face for offense, “Not that I didn’t want to see you tonight. Of course. Unless you want to leave that is. I mean—” Karissa put a hand to his lips, silencing his nervous babbling.

Introducing Aedan Cousland

Being a rogue, Cousland is carried away within the Fade from one scene to another. Snippets of his background through a dream-fogged lens.

Two daggers are in Aedan’s hands, familiar streaks of silver meeting the wooden shield Fergus pulls between them. The brothers mock glare at each other as they spar, neither interested in the outcome. No matter who wins this encounter, Fergus Cousland would be Teyrn and then his son after him, carrying the line away from Aedan. Destined to be a footnote in the Cousland legacy, Aedan halfheartedly bounces his attack off the shield’s heraldry.

Breakfast at Skyhold

A typical morning for the Inquisition’s Inner Circle and Advisors sitting down to their morning meal before setting out to quest around Thedas.

“Hey! Quizzy!” Sera called, swooping across the table to swipe a biscuit off of Jaq’s plate. The archer reared back and launched her attack, biscuit sailing through the air and towards the oblivious Inquisitor.

Mid-air, Cassandra reached for the projectile, catching it with ease and annoyance. Cassandra’s movement startling her, Teiran jumped back from her thoughts. Her journal snapping closed as she steadied herself back into a sitting position at the table. Teiran exhaled in a sharp sigh as she realized the situation, frowning at the biscuit in Cassandra’s hand. Sera stuck her tongue out at the Seeker’s reproachful glare.

A Trip to Castle Cousland

Arl Aedan Cousland, mourning the loss of his love and adjusting to his life post-Archdemon, returns to his home to check in on his older brother Fergus who is acting a bit strange lately.

Alistair severed Loghain’s head from his body and the headless corpse bled silently. Alistair approached him, bloody sword still in hand, “Why?”

Aedan swallowed, “I could not. If I had then I could not be with. . .” The shadows congealed around a striking, wild, dark haired woman with piercing golden eyes who remained just out of sight. Aedan half-turned towards the new ghost, “Such as with you, she would not have been satisfied with that life. You both want to be free-wheeling heroes, not etiquette-bound rulers.” Aedan smiled fondly at Alistair, who had regained his typical genial manner and held a hand out to shake his hand.

Before the two friend’s hands could meet, a fireball engulfed Alistair and another fiery spell preceded Morrigan’s arrival. Aedan stumbled back, propelled by the heat.

Apples and Arrows

This is a combination of prompts: a high stakes archery contest, Dagna & Sera, and one watching another practice their skills. So, Sera gets to show off some archery skills with the enthusiastic dwarf watching.

Blackwall put aside his carving knife and watched Sera approach with an animated bounce in her step. He braced himself for whatever mischief was headed his way.Teiran glanced down at the note again: a mock-formal invitation penned by Varric. Curious, she stepped out Skyhold’s main entrance towards the Herald’s Rest. An energized crowd encircled the outside of the tavern, weaving around Cassandra’s slashed dummies and standing on tiptoe to gain a better view.

Taking a Sick Day

The prompt asked for Inquisitor Teiran Lavellan for 99.9% Immunity (meaning that they don’t get sick often, which unfortunately is not true for the isolated Dalish who is now traipsing around Thedas). So, I modified it so that it’s Teiran who has taken down her more immunity-gifted companions.

Varric met Cassandra’s stunned expression and chuckled, “Who knew a mage with a cold could be so dangerous?”

“That is not true of all mages, Varric.” Vivienne answered vehemently from her cot beside Cassandra’s.

“Please. Not now.” Teiran’s hoarse whisper floated from the back of the room, followed by a series of coughs from the elven Inquisitor.

“Loner! You’re awake.” Varric commented dryly.“Unfortunately.” Teiran replied, holding a hand to her eyes to block out any flicker of light that would add to her migraine.

Compassion and the Lady of Iron

Vivienne de Fer attempts to have a vulnerable, private moment. Cole attempts to help. The result is. . .less than desirable.

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.

#all my stuff #my writing #master post #da drabbles #da drunk writing circle #my answered prompts

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teiranlavellan · 8 years ago

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Prompt List

DADrunkWriting Circle List for Teiran Lavellan

#11 -16 are my pairings that you can suggest anything you want, combine with another prompt, or just give me them and I’ll think of something.

1. Camping in the Hinterlands

2. Meanwhile, back at Clan Lavellan . . .

3. Demons 101: A Lecture Series

4. Fire and Ice

5. Breakfast

6. “Are you saying that an ancient force of darkness just imprinted on my little sister like a duckling?” (Source: sammykat2hb.tumblr.com)

7. Rogue Lessons for the Mage

8. Cats in Skyhold

9. Pregnancy/Parenthood

10. DA 4 Random ideas I have

11. Morrigan x Cousland

12. Merrill x Carver

13. Teiran x Solas

14. Karissa x Cullen

15. Dagna x Sera

16. Dorian x The Iron Bull

17. First huge fight

18. Blood at the corner of your mouth

19. Reflections in glass

20. Dust floating in golden sunlight

21. The smell of ozone during a storm

22. The smell of burning wood

23. The cold, sharp smell of the first frost

24. The smell of blood

25. The feel of fingertips trailing over a bare shoulder blade

26. The feel of fingers brushing together by accident

27. The tender ache when you press against bruises

28. A person’s weight as they lie on top of you

29. Stepping in something squishy

30. Gritty eyes when you stare into fire too long

31. The creak of leather

32. The waver in a person’s voice when they’re stressed

33. The empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed

34. The jittery, sick feeling when you can’t do anything

35. Exhausted numbness after crying

36. Someone accepting the bad parts of you without judging

37. Napping in the sunshine

38. Walking through the woods

39. Rust red dirt

40. Orange sunsets

41. Green wine bottles

42. Fingertips smudged in blue ink

43. Indigo skies just before dawn

44. Giggling like a child, without a trace of past sadness

45. 99.9% Immunity - (character) never gets sick, right? Wrong.

46. Elephant in the Room - (character) is sick, but for some reason - rank, personality, etc - no one is talking about it

47. Heroes Don’t Take Sick Days - there’s no time to rest when you have to save the world, so (character) has to push themselves even when miserable

48. Open Secret - everyone knows (character) is sick, but they’re trying so hard no one has said anything

49. Take One Down… - (character) gets sick, and spreads it to the rest of the group

50. “Good morning” kiss

51. Kiss on the forehead

52. Angry kiss

53. “I’m sorry” kiss

54. “I’ve missed you” kiss

55. Seductive kiss

56. Long kiss

57. Quick kiss

58. Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

59. Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

60. Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

61. Top Of Head Kisses

62. A Fortune Teller Visits Skyhold

63. “Don’t stand up yet.”

64. “It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

65. “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

66. “You hit your head pretty hard.”

67. The Inquisitor’s rumored suitors according to Josephine

68. The Advisors at Skyhold while Everyone Else is off Adventuring

#here we go #so it begins #da drunk writing #prompt list #teiranlavellan #master list

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