Omg, I decided to buy a second (>_<”) copy of DA:I, this time on PC. I made a new Inquisitor, for the first ever time using mods. I played the other DA games on console too, but... look how pretty she is, wtf. Poor vanilla Lavellan is jealous.
Seriously, you mod community are a herd (?) of geniuses.
For those curious I live like Viv and lacy pjs, with Ciri’s hair bun, a little bit of makeup3, some elongated lashes, HD eyes textures, ica base skin and Settrah’s brows all from Nexus. Thanking you muchly.
This was a speedpaint (!) commission by http://anathematixs.deviantart.com/ (I’m not sure she has a tumblr). I’ve commissioned her a number of times for my OCs and she is just the most amazing person to work with and I think she has a slot or two left if you would like to see your Inquisitor (or anything else) come to life.
1. What was you warden’s first impression ofZevran?
He talks a lot. Too much really, and she found it a littleannoying in the beginning, mainly because of the manner in which they met. Shewas angry at him and his insistent drabble did nothing to warm her feelings.Distrust was also up there pretty highly and not just because he was anassassin, but because of the ease in which he divulges information. Lastly inthat first encounter came pity… Lyra couldn’t bring herself to kill the elfsnivelling on the ground before her.
2. What was Zevran’s first impression of theWarden?
Honestly not much. She was pretty, yes, but it was not thefirst time he’d found his mark was attractive. This time though he knew therewas no time to indulge his appetite so his first impression was: here is aWarden, she looks skinny for a famed order of warriors.
3. What did the Warden find attractive aboutZevran?
The freedom with which he spoke, ironically enough. Thestories he would tell with such ease, of all the things he’d seen, and howunafraid of her judgement he was. He knew who he was and was unapologetic aboutit – something Lyra had struggled with since the alienage.
4. What did Zevran find attractive about theWarden?
Her smile. Whenever he told a tale, whenever he teased heror a member of their party, Lyra would offer up a rare smirk. A half smile withthose dark eyes was irresistible to him
5. Who made the first move?
Zevran. After the rape at the alienage Lyra found herselfalmost afraid to instigate intimacy, knowing what had happened to Shiani, andwhat could so easily have happened to her. Joking and flirtations were surrealto her almost, but when it would come to crunch time, her stomach would turn infear and guilt over the man that had died to try and save her.
8. How did the rest of the party react to theirrelationship?
Alistair was saddened to hear about it, as he harboured hisown feelings for his fellow warden and had been working up the courage to dosomething about it – having even asked for Zevran’s advice, funnily enough.
Wynne was very distrustful and unimpressed, she disliked theassassin and felt their ‘relationship’ damaged the reputation of the wardens.
Leliana is probably the only one in the camp that encouragesthe romance, feeling they both deserve the distraction and the happiness.
The others in the party really don’t care.
9. Did Zevran ever consider betraying the Warden andreturning to the Crows?
Of course. Those in the camp weren’t exactly trusting of theelf or his motives, and it led to that mindset that it was all he was. Could hemake a life outside the Crows when it was all he knew? Could he live when theCrows had shown him his life had no value beyond his skill with a knife? Itwould be so easy to slit her throat in the night…
But then she came to talk with him…
10. Did Zevran fight in the last battle with them?
No, Lyra would not hear of it. She couldn’t risk losing him.
11.If the Dark Ritual was performed, how did Zevran react toit?
Zevran has no qualms about magic and he was beyond relieved.The whole situation had left him thinking of Rinna: Wardens, much like Crowswere simply tools – a means to an end and expendable. Finding a way out of itwas a weight off his chest.
12. Did Zevran ever say he loves the Warden, and if yes,under what circumstances?
Yes, but years later. They’d never needed to say it before- it feels forced and unnecessary whenthey each know they’d die for each other. However, when news of the Breachreaches Lyra, and she learns that Alistair, Morrigan and of course Leliana hadinvolved themselves in the Inquisition, she felt an obligation amongst theirpleas to join them.
On the verge of giving up her own quest and leaving, she andZevran argue.
“I love you! I will not survive this world just to lose youto the Calling one day!” Tears in his eyes.
It’s the only thing that stoppedher going.
13. Does Zevran get married to the Warden?
Yup, after the Battlefor Denerim.
15. Do they ever have/adopt kids?
No. It’s unspoken between them that even with her difficultyto conceive, they have both seen the worst of the world, and have no desire tobring a child into it.
I’ve been playing DA:O again (planning on doing a full O,2,I play) and decided to romance Zevran. I’ve done it before, but purely for the trophy, and I dunno if my infatuation with Alistair blinded me at the time or what I appreciated those years ago was different, but man Zevran’s romance is hitting me hard this time, as one of the most underrated in DA.
I mean sure, it starts off as Sex but it seems to become so much more, and the poor lamb has never, and never thought he would be able to experience love... and then pow, and he has no idea how to handle the fact that the warden is literally changing his life...
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWWqoHZmUd0
Whilst closing a rift, Lavellan is gravely injured and left alone whilst Solas and their companions try to reach her.
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Green light burst forth once more, a second wave of demons spewing from the rift as Lenala looked on from the high ground, her bow pulled taut and ready to release the second the terror demon solidified.
The air went still for a second in the interlude but the ear splitting shriek broke the quiet of the Oasis. The demons had come.
Cassandra ran forward, shield raised as she let out a threatening war cry, trying to draw the demons attention on to her and Cole vanished from sight, materialising behind a despair demon and plunging his blades deep down into its back. It cried out and flew away with a twist of its tattered robe.
Lenala loosed arrows as the demons assaulted her companions, covering Solas as he spent his focus on protecting the Seeker as best he could.
“Vhenan!” She heard him call, a hand off of his staff and pointing behind her.
Turning she saw the despair demon firing a pointed shard of ice in her direction and she leapt backwards out of its trajectory.
“No!” His voice broke in the distance, but she did not even have time to look in her heart’s direction as the green vapours rose from the ground in a circle, directly where she would land.
“Fenedhis!” She swore through gritted teeth as the demon of terror spawned beneath her, knocking her up further and backwards off the cliff they battled on.
The last sight she saw was Solas running in her direction, casting a spell with a turn of his staff. She could almost feel the air ripple before her, and hoped his barrier had managed to reach her.
She fell, her back smashing painfully against wooden boards that seemed to have covered a damn chasm before she ripped through them.
She continued to fall as the darkness enveloped her on either side, and she came crashing down onto the hard sand, the wind escaped her lungs all at once, leaving only intense pain in her chest.
As the shock subsided, the pain crushed her. Everything hurt. She supposed Solas’ barrier had spared her life, but it had done so barely.
Breathing heavily, she tried to take stock of herself, figuring out where the pain was focused and trying to recall her senses.
She tried to scramble to her feet, pushing off against the hard sand, and took stock of her surroundings. It seemed to be an abandoned mine, and she’d fallen through the covered shaft into its depths. Her companions could not follow her; she had to make her own way.
There were three tunnels that led from where she’d landed, and she eyed them all suspiciously, wanting to burst into tears as she considered her condition.
Moving her hand to her side, she felt her warm blood soaking through her clothes, and her fingers painfully nudged a chunk of wood that was embedded in her skin.
She winced, scared to look. She couldn't remove it now, not while she was alone. She had to endure.
Her footsteps were sluggish as she dragged them along the floor of the mine shaft, barely able to lift them as it aggravated the splinter she’d acquired.
She looked back and saw her footsteps in the side; one solitary pair. She wished Solas was with her now. She hated to show weakness to anyone, but at this very moment, she needed someone to tell her it was going to be alright…
*
“No!” Solas called as he witnessed the unthinkable; his Heart knocked backwards and he clawed his way to her. Please, no, not her he pleaded to no one, his feet running in seeming slow motion as he reached for her, the battle raging behind him, yet he was oblivious to the sounds.
Summoning all the magic he could, he thrust a barrier in her direction, hoping against all hope that it had managed to envelope her as she disappeared from his view.
He cried out in despair and Cassandra ran past him., staring over the edge of the cliff, and then looking back at him, terror gripped him as he saw the expression on her face.
He dashed to look for himself and saw the broken wood covering and the inky blackness it had guarded.
“No!” He cried again, his voice broke and he took a few steps back, readying himself to follow her.
“Don’t you dare.” Cassandra ordered, stepping in the way to block him.
“Do not test me Seeker.” He said angrily, an irate twitch in his grimace. “She will need help!”
“And you jumping down, our only healer, seems like a good plan to you?” She pressed, making more sense than he wanted to allow.
“I cannot do nothing!” He exclaimed. “Cole, is she okay, can you know?”
The young spirit looked between the two of them, his eyes wide and his expression sad.
“It grates like skin on sandpaper; the halla’s horns are broken, twisted like a knife. He won’t leave me, losing you would…”
“She needs me.” Solas interrupted Cole’s musings.
“And we will find a safe way down.” The Seekers words were slow and deliberate; their calm inflamed Solas as he marched back from the edge and they traversed the landscape downwards to the mines.
*
“Here!” Cassandra yelled.
Wooden beams barred an opening to an abandoned mine shaft and Solas ran over, blasting them aside with his staff.
“I don’t hear her.” Cole murmured again, the words setting Solas on edge. The spirit had repeated them numerous times since the silence seemed to have befallen the Inquisitor.
It was all he could do not to run down this tunnel, hoping at last it was the right one, when he saw her.
She lay as a heap on the floor, motionless and alone, and he lost all thought for decorum, flinging himself before her, panic widening his eyes.
A piece of splintered wood stuck out of her lower back where she must have fallen, and it had bled out, staining her armour.
Gingerly he placed a hand on the wood, the other around its base, he removed it, healing the scar as best he could, at least sealing it to stop the profuse blood flow.
“I will not allow it.” He muttered angrily to himself as he felt her breaths shallow.
He bent down and took her in his arms, struggling a little under her dead weight, despite her tiny frame. He would carry her all the way back to Skyhold if he could, just don’t let her die.
*
Sunlight burnt through her lids, hurting her eyes as she shied from its brilliance. Lenala felt the pain return to her in earnest, and her head swam as though she was travel sick.
She had to keep moving, she had to get back to the others, so she had to open her eyes.
When she did, she realised her head was lolling, and she could see the sand. She could see one set of footprints. Had it always been so bright inside the mine?
Things did not make sense.
“Vhenan…” Solas voice came to her, soft and sad, a break to it that she had not heard before.
Confused, she lifted her head, and her eyes saw the most wonderful face in the world staring down at her, worry in his eyes.
“I am dead?” She asked, forcing a watered chuckle from the elf before her.
“No vhenan.” He answered kindly.
“Then how? There’s only one set of footprints in the sand.” She asked, knowing she would make little to no sense.
Indeed, Solas looked confused, but he turned his head to look behind him.
“I carried you.” He said softly, still sounding puzzled.
She realised only then that she was in his arms. Safe.
She cried then, silently allowing tears to fall from her eyes as she pressed her face to his chest, breathing in the comforting smell of his clothes.
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I found an old prompt generator for DA, http://www.scattereddelusions.com/avs/DAPrompts.html
I ignored the pairing part, cause I wanted to Solas x Lavellan, and I got "footprints in the sand" which I assumed refered to the poem (with the most dated website in the world) which you can read: http://www.footprints-inthe-sand.com/index.php?page=Poem/Poem.php
Thanks for reading (: I don't have much on my blog, so check it out for my other fan fiction~ might make a master post soon; would be simpler.
----------- Whilst exploring memories of the fade one night, Solas is visited by a spirit that tries to make him confront the feelings he is trying to ignore -----------
Solas x Lavellan
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Since joining the Inquisition, Solas had succeeded in at least finding new places to lay his head, and though the Storm Coast was perhaps not the most exciting of these places, it had a… quality to it that Solas found somewhat interesting to explore. The place was littered with little caves that held pieces of their occupant’s history.
A shipwrecked boy taking his last breaths in the damp squatters hole, or a young couple awaiting passage to the Free Marches in vain attempt to flee their parents. These forgotten titbits of personal history were sometimes the most heart wrenching.
“Haren.” A voice called out, light and tender.
It startled Solas and he turned, perplexed, recognising the voice, but not understanding how Lavellan had come to be here, in the Fade.
She stood before him, her hands twisting together in a shyness he almost didn’t identify with her, her shoulders slouched and her eyes only darted at him in short bursts as though scared that he could catch her looking.
“Dalen…” He whispered, his voice catching in this throat as they stood together in a dark recess, water dripping from the ceiling, and the torches flickering their illuminations.
She offered up a hand, palm open in invitation, the smile that fell on her lips asked only that he come to her. He almost reached back, before realisation hit him harder than the blow of any weapon.
“You are a poor imitation.” He said to the spirit, rearranging his features to mask whatever it had been that clouded them as well as his mind to such obvious deception.
“You should know how we work, Solas.” The spirit replied, still using Lavellan’s voice. “We are shaped only by the mind of the dreamer; this form makes you happiest.” She smiled, lowering her hand and taking a few steps in his direction.
Throwing his hands up, to signal she should stop, Solas backed away from her. What type of spirit was she? He refused to allow his mind to think any answers that would only serve to complicate matters further.
“I only wish to help, Falon.” She whispered, looking sadly in his direction.
“Help?” He questioned.
“You are lying to yourself, ir su araval tu elvaral u na emma abelas.” The spirit explained sadly.
Solas swallowed, dropping his guard.
Seeing his pause, the spirit moved closer to him, taking up his hands, he did not protest.
She placed his palm gently over her heart, feeling her chest rise and fall with every breath the spirit had no need to take, feeling the beat his mind manufactured. Her free hand mirrored the action, touching him, sending a sensation through his chest that ached.
“Lath sa'vunin.” She smiled hopefully, looking at him through Lavellan’s eyes, as he felt the rhythm of the Elven language wash over him, making him feel at home. Lavellan’s true form could never say the words so elegantly. The thought of her imperfections only served to bring a smile to his face.
“It would be selfish of me.” He muttered, forcing himself to not meet her gaze. Even knowing it was an illusion no longer mattered, as the spirit well knew – this was only a battle of his conscience.
“Then be a little selfish.” She whispered, releasing his hand. He held it there regardless, it didn’t matter that it was not real, this was the closest he could ever allow himself, and part of him wanted to relish in it, to take her properly in his arms and show her how she made him feel.
He felt a hand on his cheek, the touch too silky to be real, but when he looked, he saw only her face, her eyes, her freckled skin, the smile on her slightly parted lips.
“I would break her heart, and in doing so break my own.” He let the words fall from him, but still he could not force himself to move an inch, or to wake.
“Or you won’t.” The spirit voiced the little trapping that had taken root in the tiniest recess of his mind. It was a hope he harboured even unbeknown to himself.
“A spirit of hope?” He asked, suddenly aware. Not love.
“Love can only come from hope, Solas. And hope from love.” She said sweetly, and reaching up, she kissed his unresponsive lips as he stood frozen in the dingy cave. It lasted only a fraction of a second, but it left tingles where they had connected.
“You do deserve happiness, you do deserve her. Let her love you and it will change you.” The spirit spoke as she stepped back away from him. “You need only let yourself hope for it.”
She melted away, a ghost on the salty air, being carried off to the sea, leaving Solas with nothing but questions he alone had to find the answers for. He was frightened for the first time in a long time, of what the repercussions of his hopes could mean.
Forcing himself awake, Solas sat up in his tent, hearing the patter of the rain on the fabric above him. She had found her way into his dreams as well as his waking thoughts and he dismayed, knowing exactly the direction he was headed. He had to resist, for her own good as well as his. It was only a matter of time before she found her way into his heart.
----------- Translation -----------
ir su araval tu elvaral u na emma abelas - but long journeys are made longer when alone within
