#vhenan ( LOVES )

[anemoflower]

What if... I start playing Dr.agon A.ge Inquisitio.n again and create Elias as Inquisitor

#;babbling phia #I haven't played this game since FOREVER #it's one of my most favorite games AGH #of course I could also romance So.las again but- OUGH NO #I did that too much by now (shame on me) #Elias could be an elven rogue maybe :] #nyehehehe #So.las step aside Elias can Ar lath ma vhenan' me instead (elvish for 'I love you my heart' <3)

[unnerving-presence]

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OH MY GOD

#i love vhenan virabelasan #absolute banger posts

[lyriumlullaby-ao3]

me, starting a new lavellan every few weeks each time i finish inquisition: i must not romance the egg. i must not romance the egg. i must not romance the egg. i must not romance the

#and then GUESS WHAT I DO #sometimes i romance cullen too and i adore him every bit as much but trespasser always fucks me up like this lmao #it’s the ‘i know vhenan. and we are running out of time’ and also the ‘i will never forget you’ like!!!!!!! #i love this so much that it makes me angry lol #solas #antares speaks #dragon age inquisition

[soiasan]

blog mostly set up, now time for tag spam !

#how long can you wear a mask before it stops being a mask ( OOC ) #more elven gibberish ( musings ) #vhenan ( LOVES ) #blasphemy ( headcanons ) #DOWN WITH THE VEIL BUS ( crack ) #may the dread wolf take you ( tba ) #the purpose of life is to be defeated by greater & greater things ( wishlist ) #for something new to begin ( starter ) #something old must end ( replies ) #for you and you alone ( asks ) #pride is a cheat ( visage )

[pavellan-trash]

People sleep on Sumalee Montano voicing Lavellan. So good.

#i need to post some comparisons some time #the pause between solas var lath vir suledin and i wish it could vhenan is so much shorter #and it makes it so much more powerful #ugh i love my lavellan so much

[soloragoldsun]

Aaaand here’s that Bullvellan fic I mentioned!

#dragon age inquisition #fanfiction #ao3 #link #the iron bull #lavellan #kadan #vhenan #necklace of the kadan #love confessions

[sassshime]

[ Disappointed sigh ]

#vhenan pls #Solas loves his vhenan #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #solas #inquisitor lavellan #female inquisitor #ellana lavellan #solavellan

[kcwriter-blog]

Has anyone ever considered the possibility that when it comes to Inky, this is the first time in Solas’ life he’s actually been in love?

I mean the flirting and the great kisses could have more to do with playing whatever version of The Game went on in the court of the Evanuris. I’m guessing flirting and sex were just tools there. Solas is very sexy. I’m sure he was popular. I’m not sure love played a part in anything though.

He’s more than capable of love. He loves Mythal (who is probably using him). He loves his people. But romantic love? I’m not sure he’s ever experienced that before.

He has an easy time with flirting and innuendo but not real feelings.

Whether she is telling him she will protect him anyway she has to or that he doesn’t need to grieve alone he’s always flustered when Inky lets him know that she cares about him. This is not a man used to having the support of a loving partner.

His “ar lath ma, vhenan” really seems to come out of nowhere. In my experience that quick of a declaration is usually made by someone who has never been in love before.

He kisses the Inquisitor differently in Crestwood. Before it’s all bend her back and kiss her passionately. In Crestwood it’s gentle and measured. His eyes are closed. He’s lost in the moment. That’s the kiss of a man in love.

Even in Trespasser he seems to be barely in control of his emotions. He says he wouldn’t wish his fate on an enemy much less someone he “once” cared for - implying those feeling are in the past - but I don’t buy it.

Depending on where you fall on the “did they or didn’t they line” his saying he would not “lay with her under false pretenses” is meant to reassure the Inky that he loved her then, he loves her now and he did not use sex as a tool to manipulate her.

I just get a “this is the first time I’ve ever felt this way” vibe off him in every scene.

Anyway. I would be interested in other people’s thoughts on the matter.

#solas #solavellan #solasmance #dai #dragon age inquisition #fen'harel #solas dread wolf #dragon age #solas x female lavellan

[dragonagecompanions]

DAI: What is going through the minds of the Inquisition and the advisors, especially the romanced ones, upon realizing that they are going to lose the Inquisitor to the anchor?

Cassandra: Even the greatest fairy tales have an ending, but somehow Cassandra had always hoped that theirs would be happy. Their love was so unexpected, so sudden, and yet she had known from their first kiss that in him she had found a love for the ages.

Her uncle told her she was unlovable, her oath made her unlikable, but beneath it all her herald had seen the woman within the warrior--and still called her his own. He did not forsake her, even when she was unsure of herself with him. If these are to be their last hours together, she will not forsake him.

And she wishes now he had proposed.

Solas: He is not even sure he has the right to grieve, and yet he mourns every minute she is in pain and far from his side. This was always coming, of course-- he knew it from the first moment. And yet that cannot offset the suffering his Vhenan is undergoing.

It is another regret on his shoulders, but he must perservere.

Blackwall: Warden or wanderer, Blackwall or simply her Thom, the news brings him to his knees. How can a woman who has saved so many others be beyond salvation now? For all the power their inquisition has garnered, how can it fall short of saving their leader? How is that any kind of justice? Where is the Maker, when Andraste's herald needs him most?

There are no answers, of course, and in truth he does not wish to waste the time looking for them. As the mark sputters and sparks and threaten to consume her he rarely leaves her side. Through the eluvians or simply through politics he is her strong arm when pain makes her weak, a bulwark against a pain no man can truly fight.

And if he only leaves her side once while she fights for uneasy sleep, to seek out the dark alley shop with its nervous proprietor, no one else need know. The bottle of Quiet Death sits in secret in the bottom of his traveling pack, the most honest choice he has ever made. There is no world, for him, when she is gone. Let them accost the Maker together.

Sera: She knows.

She knows before anyone, knows when her honey tongue's hand starts burning like a green candle and she stops sleeping as well. When you grow up little, grow up afraid, you learn to expect the worst so that the worst doesn't surprise you. And so Skyhold's Red Jenny is braced for the blow for a long time, but it still hurts. Shite, it hurts to know it for real, to see it for real.

She never loved anyone, not like the Inquisitor. No one ever believed in her like the Herald, nowhere felt like home like the Inquisition. She can't do without it, without her, and part of Sera wants to leave before it hurts more. But even thinking about not being there hurts too, hurts like someone is stomping on her heart.

And so she stays. Stays to make her love laugh, stays to make the bad days better. Stays and impulsively drags her honey tongue off to get married, to promise to love each other for ever even if thats not very long anymore. But Sera isn't going to run, and if this is how it ends...she wants the world to know who her herald belonged to, and for her herald to know how much she was loved.

Dorian: It was supposed to be him. Maker's breathe, it was supposed to be him! It was supposed to be him that went first, a martyr to a better Tevinter, a beautiful profile cast forever in marble for his amatus to weep beautifully over and curse Dorian for ever leaving him behind. Even before his father's murder he expected such an eventual fate, and in truth had stayed so long in Skyhold so as to make those memories before Tevinter took her blood price for trying to change her.

But it was not supposed to be the Inquisitor fighting a losing battle with his own sodding arm, not Dorian left to only wring his hands and hold the man he loved close while he suffered. He is the product of a thousand years of careful breeding, graduate of the finest academies in Tevinter, a Maker's damned magister, but it's not enough. The anchor is taking its price, almost right before his eyes, and there is nothing he can do.

He'd always known the inquisitor would break his heart. But...kaffas, it was meant to be him.

The Iron Bull: Katoh.

#dragon age inquisition #solas #dorian pavus #blackwall #sera #varric tethras #cassandra #trespasser #dragon age #the iron bull

[barnabeetheraven]

Companion Reactions to the Inquisitor waking up from a nightmare

Cassandra: When she stumbles on the Inquisitor outside, she can tell from their face that they are having a rough night. Cassandra asks them if they’d like to do some training, maybe it would help take their mind off of things; she knows that works with herself sometimes, and the two of them spar until the early morning light begins peaking over the Skyhold mountains. If Romanced: When she feels them startle beside her, she is instantly on high alert for any threat. But when she notices the Inquisitor shaking and breathing heavily, she takes a deep breath and leans over to wrap her arms around them. When the Inquisitor remarks that they dont want to go back to sleep, Cassandra gets up and grabs one of her favorite books, and they spend the rest of the night in each others arms, with Cassandra reading softly to her love.

Varric: He can tell instantly that they are having a bad night; he’s seen his fair share of that look from Hawke, Fenris, and Anders before. He starts off with some of his favorite jokes until he can see just a hint of a smile on their face, before he tells the Inquisitor that they can always come and talk to him if they need to. Not that he’s any good at doing anything about it, but hell, sometimes you just need a shoulder. Afterwards, to break the emotional tension, he has them sit down and they spend the rest of the resting hours playing Wicked Grace.

Solas: He knew even before he saw the bags under their eyes, as he had felt the intense emotions from the Inquisitor’s nightmares in his own dreams. He offers to help them with the problem, not wanting to overstep his boundaries but also wanting them to know he can help chase the nightmares away. He also makes sure to send them with a decent sleeping drought, one that is designed for dreamless sleep. He prefers not to use it, as he enjoys his nighttime adventures, but he also knows that most people cannot control their dreams as he can. If Romanced: The Inquisitor begins to notice less and less nightmares, but in each dream they see the same thing; a large, dark wolf, always at the edges of their sight, as if watching or guarding them. The Inquisitor goes to sleep at night wrapped tight in the arms of the Dread Wolf, who chases away any nightmare that might harm his Vhenan.

Sera: As she was sneaking her way across the courtyard from the kitchens, arms full of cookies and pastries she had nicked when no one was looking, she almost knocked over the Inquisitor in her hurry. After making a joke about how they look like shite, and seeing how it hit home, Sera offers to share her bounty of stolen goods, and her and the Inquisitor spend the night on the rooftop, munching their goodies and talking about all manner of silly things to take the Inquisitor’s mind off of their night. If Romanced: There are all manner of ways for her to distract the Inquisitor, late in the night hours away from prying eyes. But when she can see in the Inky’s eyes how badly they are hurting, her favorite form of love comes out; SHARED PRANKS! Skyhold spent the next two weeks being terrorized by any and all manner of joke and prank, while Sera and the Inquisitor have never looked happier or more rested.

Vivienne: She cannot help but make a comment about how terrible the Inquisitor looks, and how important appearances can be, especially when dealing with the Chantry and them being the Herald of Andraste, after all! She makes them sit down for a spa day, and sends them back to their quarters with arms full of different sleeping aids, lotions for their face and eyes, and a book that Vivienne swears will put ANYONE who reads it to sleep, because of “how unbelievably droll” it is (It might or might not end up being Swords and Shields)

Blackwall: He has his own nights like that, where you wake up and just dont want to go back to sleep for fear of the nightmare returning. He asks them if they would want to help him with the horses, as it relaxes him taking care of them, and the two spend the night brushing the horses and harts, feeding the nugs and drakes, and talking about the universe and old war stories. If Romanced: After they get done taking care of the animals, Blackwall makes a nice, roaring fire, and he starts teaching the Inquisitor how to carve and whittle, making sure to touch and brush against them as often as possible, so they know that he is always there.

Iron Bull: He has a lot of nights like that on his own, and he’s seen the Charger’s experience more than a few. He offers to buy the Inquisitor a drink, and openly talks to them about how bad his are sometimes. He and whichever of the Chargers are awake end up sitting around in a circle, playing Wicked Grace and sharing stories, until everyone is smiling and looking more content as the sun comes up. If Romanced: When he feels them shaking next to him, Iron Bull rolls over, wraps his long arms around the Inquisitor, and pulls them to him. He rocks them just like that, with their head cradled against his chest, and begins to him an old song he remembers his Tamassran singing to him when he was young, and he feels the Inquisitor slowly fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, feeling more at home and loved than either of them ever has.

Dorian: He scoffs jokingly, talking about how much work it is to keep their eyes looking young when they dont sleep, but he steers them to his favorite chair in the library and makes sure they get comfortable. He pulls out books left and right, criticizing or complimenting, joking and laughing until the Inquisitor falls asleep, softly dozing in the chair, and Dorian cant help but smile as he pulls up a chair of his own next to them, determined to defend the rest of his friend. If Romanced: When they wake with a start, he rubs their back, speaking comfortingly in his language, and when he gets the Inquisitor calmed down, goes and grabs a book off of the table. He cradles them against his shoulder and begins to read to them, softly stroking their hair until they fall peacefully asleep, nestled against Dorian and listening to the rise of fall of his chest.

Cole: Fear, building and building, until all that’s left is a cloud of hurt and fog of pain. He can feel the Inquisitor’s pain, so he begins softly patrolling their dreams. Sometimes he and Solas trade off, but Cole is always watching to see if he can help the Inquisitor with their stress. They dont always know when he is doing it, but Cole makes sure to give that little push every now and then to help ease the Inquisitor’s stress and anxiety, that way they can sleep easier at night.

Bonus:

Leliana: She has many of her own nightmares, and she remembers how bad the Warden’s would get, especially when they got closer to ending the Blight. She offers to get the Inquisitor whatever they need; coffee to stay awake, or tea to help with sleep. But they spend many nights taking care of the ravens, letting them take their fears and worries up into the sky as they brush and feed them. It isn’t much, but it’s a strange sort of relaxing.

Josephine: She tuts softly, mentioning how the Inquisitor has way too much on their plate, and she begins shuffling meetings and tasks, trying to only bring things to the Inquisitor’s attention if it is absolutely necessary. The hope is that if she takes more off the Inquisitor’s mind, maybe they wont have as much to stress about before they are going to bed. If Romanced: It’s hard for her, but she tries to intentionally put down her own work and cuddle with the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor finds it relaxing to run their fingers through Josephine’s hair, so every time a nightmare happens, she softly brushed her hair and lets the Inquisitor run their fingers through it, sighing softly as the vestiges of the nightmare vanish into the night.

Cullen: He has a lot of his own, especially as he is going through Lyrium withdrawals. Often, he and the Inquisitor spend many nights walking the grounds, unable to sleep, or sparring to help get their tension out. The two became good friends, where they can go to each other in the middle of the night and the other will wake instantly and get up to walk and talk with them. If Romanced: He startles when the Inquisitor flips up, but he wraps his strong arms around them and murmurs to them how they are safe, they are here with him, and nothing is going to hurt them. Over and over, he softly whispers his reassurances against their soft skin, until he can feel their shaking subside and he can get them to lay down on his chest, cradled safely in his arms.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age companions #companion reactions #dragon age companion reactions #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #dragon age sera #Solas #dorian pavus #iron bull #dragon age cole #cullen rutherford #josephine montilyet #Leliana #blackwall #vivienne dragon age

[misculenica]

A love letter to the facial animations... And Solas's design.

I just love that first encounter with Solas, and how telling it is if you really pay attention.

We all remember how giddy he is, perhaps he even has a playful nature to some. He seems utterly delighted that you're there (of course he is - you're going to fix all his problems).

Knowing Solas, he always came across as someone who is very bad at hiding his true feelings about things (he can't help but declare everything/point out how clever he is/how wrong everyone else is) - he's an awful liar. He's quick to correct himself, but not quick enough to not let you know exactly how he feels about something.

Looking at in in more depth with hindsight of who he is and what's really going on, it's just that extra layer of ohhhh that's interesting. Praise to the creatives involved in the storyboards/animation/facial expressions, because hot damn it's beautiful to look at.

So let's go frame by frame like manaics. (yes, it's because I'm writing fanfiction and wanted more insight into his thoughts/character)

The first closeup we get of him is this;

This is not a happy man XD

I would suggest he's just unhappy with you (I believe I mentioned in another post that Solas throughout the game has a sort of grudge against you for being the cause of all this - besides himself + Coryphidkfdfsdfus), but given the situation, I don't blame him for being on piss-mode.

But just... The way he stares at Inky just hits so hard. Imagine this guy you don't know grabs your arm and gives you this stare - it'd scare me more than the demons XD

That, and the fact that when he does the thing, he looks at you

It just- whether it's my writer/artist heart or just my solavellan heart hitting me with this idk. Just nnnf how come I never noticed this.

And the first rift is sealed, and Inky stares at him all like O.o "What did you do?" And he responds "I did nothing. The credit is yours." But there's this second/half second pause of interesting aniimation from Solas that I think deserves attention/applause.

Here's his immediate response to "What did you do?";

He's staring at the mark - with such intensity - before his brain catches up to 'oh right, respond solas respond'

And as soon as he makes eye-contact with Inky, it turns to this;

The difference in these expressions hits me right in the vhenan. I really want to congratulate the animators for this, because holy crap that's a lot of information about a character and their mindstate in the space of a couple seconds - pretty much a 'blind and you'll miss it'.

And then the rest of the scene, he pretty much has the same head tilted to the side, vague smile on his face, 'I'm just going to twiddle my fingers in front of me' look happening - and it kills me.

(Also it's slaying me that Solas is leaning down as if he's speaking to a child)

All humble and appeasing, until you look away.

I particularly love this next part, where Varric tells you Solas kept you from dying in your sleep. And he just has this;

Like; "yes, what do you think about that?" turn to look at you, instead of any verbal confirmation.

They rest is pretty much similar. Though I just adore the contrast of his expressions when he's 'in the moment' and then 'in character' - it's so goddamn telling from the very beginning.

I would kill to install flycam - if anyone can give me details on how to install a flycam for Inquisition (I've tried before, but any links I get taken to have dead sites/pages)

And I just want to share a happy egg.

Part 2

I now have flycam installed and it works, however- controller isn't an option and i don't have a numpad on my keyboard XD gonna have to dig out an old keyboard!

But overall the software works and i've been able to use it! Success!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age spoilers #dragon age inquisition spoilers #solas #fen'harel #dreadwolf

[iridescentmemoria]

Okay so i know that at this point DA:D is probably never going to come out but I'm not going to stop fantasizing about the universe. They can pry it from my cold, dead, wolf jawbone gripping hands.

What is currently haunting me is the idea of Lavellan; beaten, broken, and missing an arm by the betrayal and abandonment of her Vhenan. Following in his ironic footsteps.

Inquisitor Lavellan, after everything she already had to suffer through, becoming the leader of a Dalish Rebellion uprising against a force of destruction that threatens to destroy the world. (That just so happens to be the man she loves) Uniting the Dalish clans under her banner to save this world from ruin. Just like Solas has done to save his people from the Evanuris.

It would be so painfully poetic.

Andraste uniting all the people of Thedas to fight the oppression of the Tevinter Imperium.

The Inquisition (and her) uniting all the people of Thedas to fight Corypheus.

And then. The Inquisitor. Uniting all the people of Thedas once more, becoming the champion of the dalish rebellion. Fighting to stop the world from being destroyed by Solas. Him having to watch as the cycle repeats itself over and over like it has always done. Only this time, he's the one who stands not with the people, but against them..

Ouch..

#solas #solas dragon age #solavellan #solavellan hell #solas dread wolf #solas x female lavellan #solas x inquisitor #solasmance #da inquisition #da: dreadwolf #da:d #da:i

[mogwaei]

I love how much he clearly loves romanced Lavellan. It breaks his heart to leave them, but he clearly doesn't want to wrap them up in the nonsense he's starting. He wants them safe, and to remember him as Solas, not Fen'Harel.

Right in the vhenan, anon 😭

I don't doubt Solas' love for a second, even though I can see why some people question it. But all us Solasmancers know how deeply he feels about everything - he fell so hard. He gave them a home he once loved, painted his old walls with their story so everyone who saw it would know the truth (because the stories were not kind to him). Immortalised them! still very upset about the regret demon And even post-Trespasser, he can't stay away. I'm sure if the devs had had more time we would have gotten a lot more romance material too, so I keep in mind that there were more little things we didn't see (shhhh let me dream, let me hope)

Look at the love and admiration in those eyes. Attenborough voice: And here we gaze upon an immortal being, a creature who has seen just about everything--falling for a mortal! Tragic!

Just pulling up some random stuff out of my folder, there are so many more moments I'm missing.

Look at how he steps back here!!! If she got any closer to him here, touched him, I think he would have lost whatever threadbare resolve he was clinging to and walked away with her lol the Dread Wolf is so in looooove

He kneels for his heart. His equal.

now I'm gonna go have a cry

#solas positivity #HELP IT'S AGAIN. #1/3 I wonder if lavellan being one of the few who will remember him as he was-- #2/3 --when he has to do his Thing will end up being the “key to his salvation”. Literal or figurative idk #3/3 --“var lath vir suledin” being a promise that ends up keeping him from losing himself? #I have endless theories on him but haven't committed on anything lmao #my solas brainrot is going to come with me into the next life

[possessedopossum]

I didn't want to romance Solas at first bc of all the angst but the more I played the more I realized how fucked up the inquisitor Lavellan is even without romancing Solas. Especially in case of a mage...It feels like the game is punishing you for siding with mages and elves or being one yourself. Your companions don't like you, you lose your faith, your entire history is one big lie, you can even lose your entire clan. Both the mage rebellion and the dalish are constantly demonized. You have to listen to racist or pro templar bullshit. No one understands you except for Solas who leaves in the end. I gave his romance another try and oh god. This is like ultimate loneliness and isolation. I had no idea why would someone like Solas fall in love with a modern elf but now I know why. Because Lavellan is like the only one who can see a real person in him. In modern Thedas, he is nothing but another pair of pointy ears. An apostate. An elven hobo. During the days of ancient elves he was nothing but a title. The Dread Wolf. A symbol, not a real person. And literally the same thing can be applied to Lavellan who is being crushed by the weight of their title. Who is being devoured by the narrative until there is nothing left of them. They are so alike, damn. Inquisition companions mostly act like a group of coworkers and Solas doesn't trust even his own agents (hi Felassan). The game ridicules a player for certain opinions and Solas conditionally says he was called a liar, a fool, a madman by both his enemies and his allies alike for trying to share his knowledge. I used to think Solas romance was kinda empty and unsatisfying and holy shit how wrong I was. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Solavellan to me is about finally finding a person who understands you under the shittiest circumstances possible after accepting that you will probably die alone. And then...Being completely destroyed by your own sense of duty. With all the Solas hate in this fandom I kinda forgot he actually...Cares about Lavellan? It wasn't an easy decision to leave. And it was even harder for Solas to not let Lavellan join his cause. He had to get rid of his own humanity for the sake of other elves and he doesn't want his vhenan to do the same. And the most tragic thing about this, that there is not much humanity left of Lavellan anyway. They are tired and lost and alone. Inquisition has changed them, they can't go back and pretend that nothing happened. They are not the same person they used to be. Solas greatest fear is dying alone but in the end of the game my Lavellan felt like they are the one who is slowly dying alone.

Also Solas is bisexual to me I don`t care what bioware say.

#dragon age #dai #art #solas #solavellan #m!solavellan #solas x male lavellan #dread wolf #inquisitor lavellan

[dr-demi-bee]

Sleeves Down

Short little snippet from my Tav x Gale WIP for all the galemancers out there also demanding their opportunity to worship Gale how he deserves. Need more opportunities to adore him than the store has - so I'm just makin' it myself.

Inspired partly by this and this perfect piece by @trashmancer (among other fabulous art, ty for sharing your lovely work <3).

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“I appreciate your diligence, vhenan,” Tav grasps his hands and pries them away from the ties of her leathers. “And do not think me ungrateful - I am more grateful than I could ever do justice.”

Kissing him softly, first on the lips, and then along his neck, she walks Gale backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed they share and he tips back onto it. Tav cradles his face in her palms and eagerly descends onto him for more kisses.

“But let us love in balance - neither of us in more power than the other.” She captures his lips in a long searing kiss as she deftly works the stays of his robes. “You must receive as much as you give.”

“Promises, promises,” Gale tries to deflect, his hands going to her sides. He is unused to being the center of attention in this way. But Tav has none of it, grasping his hands and pressing them to his sides before flipping his robe open and down to at least slow him with the fabric. She smirks at his startled appraisal.

“A vow, more like. I want nothing more than to make you feel good,” Tav emphasizes her point by slowly trailing her nails up his thighs, enough to make him jump when they grow close to his hips.

“To hear you cry my name,” she murmurs huskily. Gale gasps when she leans in to take the lobe of his unpierced ear into her mouth and nips, before kissing languidly down the column of his throat.

“To be so pleased by me that you forget all else.” Her nails trail over his chest, teasing and light, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“At minimum you hold physical power over me,” Gale counters, though a soft groan follows under her ministrations.

“I will never use my physical strength against you without your wish,” she answers easily, lavishing kisses across his collarbones, “As you would never do with your magical prowess.”

“At least allow me to participate in kind, my love,” Gale pleads, finally working his arms free of his sleeves to reach for her.

She does not rebuff his attention, but neither does her parade of kisses and touches let up. Tav knows if she lets him he will wrest control with endlessly deft teasing and masterful touches. He is a maestro conducting and her the symphony.

But today Tav wishes to produce art of her own by bestowing her every affection on Gale - to hear how he will sing for her. To show him how deserving he is of her love.

“I will not stop you,” Tav answers. “But I wish to remedy a deficit.”

“Oh, there are no deficiencies on my end, I assure you,” Gale replies. His eyes are dark and full of longing adoration as he gazes up at her.

Gale pulls her hips in to encourage her to straddle his lap. Tav goes willingly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying a hand in his soft hair before their lips meet. But she maintains control of the pace when they start a slow grind together. A low punched out sound leaves his lips when she tugs gently on his hair at the same time she presses her hips firmly against him. Tav revels in it with a smile against his lips.

“Today I will be most pleased, Gale,” Tav emphasizes his name, knowing that it sends a shiver down his spine when she says it this way, “By lavishing my adoration on you.”

When he does not immediately acquiesce, Tav escalates. With a purposefully teasing swirl of her hips, she adds a needy plea in his ear, “Please, vhenan.”

“Who am I to deny you your pleasures?” Gale concedes with a grin.

#gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale of waterdeep #bg3 brainrot #gale #gale thoughts #gale worship #no ascension needed #galemance #my writing #bg3 fanfiction #LET ME LOVE HIM LARIAN #kiss that wizard with tongue

[inquisimer]

happy friday mer!!! for your mahariel/alistair, "❛ if only the time and space between us wasn’t lonely ❜"

happy dadwc kia and ty for the prompt! it's sad mahariel hours in my house (it's always sad mahariel hours in my house) ;-;

for @dadrunkwriting

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Sari used the cover of darkness to sneak back into Denerim. When she left, months ago, she’d planned to stay away forever. Even now, with corpses cleared and buildings repaired, ghosts lingered on each and every cobblestone.

But she had to come. Her heart beat against the scrap of paper in her breast pocket, an unsigned message in loopy writing: it is built.

When she rounded the corner up Queen’s Row, Sari’s breath caught. Alongside the palace gates stood a new structure, gleaming in the moonlight. A proud, silver-plated griffon perched on the roof, wings unfurled, about to take flight. Piles of flowers and coin and ribbons cluttered the entrance where a magical flame flickered, blue and undying to honor the one who gave his life to save them all.

Sari kept her hood drawn, past the lone guard and all the way up to the shrine. A few pieces of armor (that she knew to be fakes), a glass case over a polished medal, and a sword affixed to the wall above it. That was real—there could be no mistaking the dried flecks of the archdemon’s Blighted blood.

A smooth inscription in the marble read:

Alistair Theirin Warrior | Grey Warden | Hero of the Fifth Blight In Death, Sacrifice.

She placed her hands over the words so that she wouldn’t have to see the terrible code that condemned him to die. As soon as her palms touched cool stone, her knees gave way; she sank to the floor and pressed her forehead to it instead, tasting salt on her tongue as tears made their lonely, inevitable journey to the floor.

I miss you, she cried, silent. I cannot do this alone.

She had not been allowed to grieve for Tamlen. But there was no one in this world or the next, no quest or crisis that could keep her from anguish now. Not when her love was gone to ashes.

They should have been heroes together. Or he should be here, and she in the gilded urn, just a legend, a myth. That’s what she would be, anyway. The people who claimed to exalt her did not recognize her pointed ears or tattooed face—their eyes glazed over her where they would have latched on to Alistair.

You should be here.

She could feel the tears ending, for now. Just as well—she could not linger, lest she invite Leliana to descend her perch from the palace. And she could not bear the presence of her friend, not now, no matter how dear, no matter how she’d covered for Sari’s absence with both the crown and the crowds. Her touch was too gentle and forgiving to survive the barbs that Sari would stake into her if they met now.

With shaking hands, she loosed the leather cord from her neck. She felt off-balance without the weight of the tiny vial at her throat, but she set it alongside the other offerings at the shrine. The dark, sludgy concoction within oozed and warped as it settled.

Sari knelt before the shrine once more and pressed a kiss just over his name. How cold the stone was beneath her lips; the hardness sealed itself in her heart as she stood and wiped her face.

Ar lath ma, vhenan.

With each step she took, pieces of her fell away. A myth, a legend, a cautionary tale left in her wake.

The Hero of Ferelden left Ferelden behind.

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