I mostly made this for me for convenience’s sake but it should also make navigating the blog easier for anyone viewing it.
The Main Fic:
1. In the face of your light [Read on AO3]
An m!solavellan time-travel fix-it longfic with a large focus on characterisation and lots of mystery (and a talking raven). Any time a question gets answered, a different question is raised. It’s like a matryoshka doll. Filled with angst and heart-warming moments alike. Possibly falls under the hopepunk category?
2. Three points of a constellation [Read on AO3]
Part 2 of the main story. The return of an old friend calls into question everything that everyone thought they knew about the world.
3. A tapestry of stars [Read on AO3]
A collection of side stories, mostly in Solas’ POV, but also includes POV from others within the inner circle. Not required to understand the story but definitely adds to it.
Discord Server
Noverture’s Emporium of Angst
Art Tag:
Chapter art (All drawn by @cdraconik)
General art
Fanfics:
Yeah, fanfics of a fanfic. My mind is blown to this day. These fics are massive spoilers for chapter 71 onwards though, so I’d steer clear of these if you’re not caught up.
1. ClearAutumnVibes
Nothing Gold Can Stay - Centred on three characters and their relationship with one another (Angst)
Starlight, star bright, will you bloom for me tonight? - A constellation AU in which spirits are stars/constellations and the Evanuris are planets (Angst)
Triumvirate - Focused on the three characters once again. Actually all of these fanfics are focused on this trio (lovingly referred to as the Sad Elf Sandwich by readers) (Fluff)
In a Kingdom by the Sea - A Little Mermaid AU of the Sad Elf Sandwich (Angst + Tragedy)
2. Alasnirelan_Lavellan
Something in my heart, some secret hidden part, illogically insists you are there, somewhere - A happy ending AU for the Sad Elf Sandwich because apparently I’m mean and Alasnirelan took matters into their own hands haha (Angst with a happy ending)
Wishes are Dreams, and Dreams are pretend - An alternate ending of the happy ending AU. There is only pain. (Angst. No happy ending. None. Zero. Only pain. It may be payback against me)
Are You, Are You Coming To The Tree? - Alasnirelan’s rendition of Solas’ POV after chapter 93 (Angst + Hurt/Comfort)
We go together (Like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong) - Incorrect quotes
3. raven4138
I Dreamed a Dream - Sad Elf Sandwich again. A happy dream that swan dives into nightmare and pain (Fluff + Angst)
4. LunartheDragon (@lunarthedragon)
Forgotten but Never Gone - An AU that changes an event in chapter 84 and causes the entire narrative to head towards a new direction. The false gods’ lies are revealed and the empire’s supposed enemies become its saviours. Featuring more lore expansion and new characters. (Some angst + Found Family + Happy Ending)
5. SecretBlackout
An Ironic Fable - First timeline solavellan fluff
6. the_jade_archivist
As If in a Dream - Dirthavellan fluff
Screencaps:
Mahanon Lavellan
Ras’virelan
Playlists:
Main playlist
Main playlist (Youtube version) - because Spotify keeps taking it down and I’m sick of it
(Spoilery playlist - don’t open until you’re caught up to Chapter 58. Or open it, idk, I can’t tell you what to do - also got taken down but I’ve updated the link)
Miscellaneous Tags:
Song Recommendations - a few people have sent me song recs for the playlist so might as well put it here
Asks
Itfoyl insp - quotes/poems that I think aligns with the story’s themes/events/imagery
Moodboard
Fashion
Anyway, that’s it I think. Much better, look at that, all organised. This was a totally necessary and successful use of my time. Procrastination who? No, couldn’t be me, wouldn’t do that
I got inspired by the person who made Ras in BG3, and realised I could try to make him in Heroforge too! I've been following ITFOYL since what feels like 2020, and I just really love this boy so here, have him somewhere during the height of Elvhenan (peak flashback arc) having a stolen moment with Definitely Not Dirthamen:
The yellow in the braids happened when I encountered a bug trying to get the raven in there, but I decided I liked the look and have decided to call it a special occassion lol.
For the entire mini, it's https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D55778795/
Anyway, thank you for writing this wonderous fic and have a lovely day :D
Ohhhh!! Look at him and Definitely-Not-Dirthamen hanging out! Raven boy. Don’t mind the raven’s purple eyes, it’s a genetic thing. It’s Definitely-Not-Dirthamen.
It has come time again that I am overcome with the urge to read 'In the Face of Your Light' and its extras once more. (Well, it was the time because I just finished ><)
Out of this reread, I decided to start a BG3 playthrough as Ras. Since I can't really draw, this is the closest I can get to fan art for this story that I love so much~
Aww! Thank you for reading! Enjoy your playthrough! Remember to find a cause (or person) that you dedicate your every waking moment to and let it consume you utterly and in your hunger to be devoured by it, you devour it right back. Remember to enact change as a threat, not a promise. Remember to fear yourself.
And most importantly, remember to be a little silly goofy!
I’m but a humble, faceless roach creeping into your inbox to thank you for everything. It’s literally been years since I’ve read ITFOYL for the first time. Except saying “read” feels wrong, bc I feel as normal about it as Dipper Pines feels about the Journal. I’ve inhaled it, choked on it, except I was already drowning so it acted as ambrosia instead and kept me from joining He Xuan on the seabed or smth. For me ITFOYL is literally a sacred text. I’ve lost track of how many times I read it and your other works. It lives in my brain like cicadas in trees. Deafening. Pretty magical noises💫✨
Anyway
I'M HERE TO REMIND YOU AND YOUR ABSOLUTELY INSANE WONDERFUL TORTURED BRILLIANT SADICTIC MIND
Your writing is absolutely unparalleled. It’s like every single sentence and paragraph and chapter and arc is laced with stardust through and through, istg. Stories nestled within stories. Past haunts the present and the present haunts the past in an infinite loop AAAAAAh and the future just watches over them like a ghost over a dog with zoomies.
To me you are literally the goddess of the writing craft.
That’s kinda why I’m writing this ask btw. I've scrapped together the confidence to start posting a fic on ao3 and it got me wondering about stuff
I’m deathly curious: what goes on behind the theatre stage. I want to see the underbelly of the beast. Inside the maw of this ferocious procynoid.
When did you first traipse upon the dark path of word cultivation (writing)? What does the creative process look like for u? Are u a pantster or a plotter (or just a chaos gremlin)? How closely does your brainstorming process resemble a nap or a drug trip? Have u got any valuable lessons u learned throughout your storytelling journey/got any advice for newbies/ur past self?
What was writing such an insane behemoth of a work as ITFOYL feel like? How did u even get the idea & did it deviate much from your initial vision? & all the same questions for ALIL.
I WANNA KNOW ANYTHING YOU'RE WILLING TO SHARE FEED THIS COCKROACH CRUMBS please & thank yoy*dives back into trash*
Anon, I want to examine you under a microscope. This is one of the most fascinating asks I've ever received and I'm incredibly flattered and giddy with joy. I've been having a rough go of it lately so thanks for the smile and laugh.
(Had to google what a procyonid was and saw a raccoon. Everything made sense then)
And congratulations on posting a fic!! It's nerve-wracking putting yourself out there creatively but it's very rewarding and I hope you had fun with it!
Okay, I will answer the questions as best as I can. This is going to be extremely long so I'll put the questions under the cut.
When did you first traipse upon the dark path of word cultivation (writing)?
I began cultivating seriously writing when I was 10. I've always been a storyteller before that already. I used to pass pieces of paper to a friend during class as we wrote a story back and forth. At some point, I wanted somewhere to put the building ideas down and I just opened up a word document and wrote.
Planned my first novel at 10 (it was about dragons), then ditched that to plan another one at 12 (it was about a princess and a group of adventurers), then ditched that again to plan another (about a seer and a fugitive goddess), and another (pirates), and another (sapphic story between a priestess-turned soldier and the personification of War), and another (the fae and sorcerors with magic based off filipino influences). And another (ALIL! With my partner).
And these are the original ideas. I've forayed into writing fanfic at 12 in the lawless days of FF.net and kept going then migrated to Ao3. No, I'm not telling you what fandoms I wrote for, that's a past best left unsaid...
As you can see, I left a trail of WIPS in my wake... Some I've ditched and keep in my mind file cabinet to reuse assets later. Some I've left to simmer and think about some more (seer story and fae story). Some in active planning (ALIL and 3pc).
What does the creative process look like for u? Are u a pantster or a plotter (or just a chaos gremlin)?
I am a mix of both! If I pants it, I lose track of the story and it devolves into a mess. If I plot it, I lose steam because in my head, I already 'wrote' the story. And half the time, I deviate from the outline anyway! So I do a rough outline, plotting out major beats I want to follow, but I leave it relatively open. My writing is largely character-driven, and I want to give them some room to wiggle free of the outline and shine.
Sometimes the major beats are preserved but I get there in a way I never expected. Sometimes, the narrative completely changes and I have to plan around that again.
How closely does your brainstorming process resemble a nap or a drug trip?
My brainstorming process is pretty calm. I do a 'vomit' draft where I just throw all my ideas into a document and see if something sticks and then I walk around my house like the ghost of a Victorian child and let myself be possessed by the characters and talk to myself and act them out to get a feel for them and sometimes cry if the emotions are strong, and then I sometimes do a mind map to focus the ideas even more.
Walks and listening to music are also a great time to let my mind wander and think about the story.
Like I said, pretty calm process.
Have u got any valuable lessons u learned throughout your storytelling journey/got any advice for newbies/ur past self?
Your writing's going to suck. And that's a good thing.
(Rambling ahead!)
Yep. It's going to suck BALLS. You keep going anyway. Because there are two important skills (though not the only skills) when it comes to any creative process — writing, drawing, acting, dancing, sculpting, so on. One is the technical skill. That's what we generally think of and try to cultivate when it comes to creative works. Techniques, grammar, sentence construction, dialogue, worldbuilding, prose, etc.
Then there's what I like to call analytic skill. This is your ability to assess your writing, especially in relation to other works and your personal standards of where you'd like your writing to be.
These two skills interact with each other. There was a very good graph about it but I can't for the life of me remember who made the post or where that graph is. Here's a shitty approximation I made of what it looks like:
Blue is your technical skill, yellow is your analytical skill. As your technical skill increases, your ability to assess its quality plateaus, so this is the nice part. You think you’re doing great, and you are, you’re progressing
And as your technical skill plateaus, your analytical skills improve so you now have a better eye. You can assess your work more critically, and this is the time you start seeing all the things you can improve on. This is Hell. This is when your work feels like Shit and you think it's not good enough. It's boring, it's dull, it's bad, never write again, and so on.
The problem as well is that this period is not as regular as the graph makes it look. This period of time can stretch on for months. It can be absolutely disheartening. But a thing to remember is to be patient with yourself. This period of time can be an opportunity. Now you know all the ways the work is not meeting your standards. What can you do to get it to your ideal state? What's the point of weakness? Is it your dialogue? Your descriptions? Your character development? So on.
And then you consume other media that executes those parts the way you would like to see happen in your writing. Read, watch, play a video game, listen to an audiobook, to a podcast. Whatever. Ask yourself how the media is excelling at your weak point. What is it doing?
Don't be discouraged. When you feel like your work is shit, that means you've improved your analytical eye, and it's time to get cracking. And have fun with it! Go with the media you'll enjoy.
Another thing to consider:
Are you depressed? Or stressed? Or ill? Or have no time? Or you're under some other circumstance that doesn't allow the chance to be creative?
That's a different ballpark. This is the time to rest. Rest is also important for the creative process. Be gracious with yourself.
I am personally in this creative hell right now. I don't like my writing at the moment, I think it's shit. I am also battling Life Stuff left and right. My ass has gotten kicked rather good. So I'm resting right now, but when I do have time/energy, I pick up a book that I think handles descriptions the way I'd like to handle mine, and read.
Again, a boatload of other skills do come into play. Workshopping skills are one, ability to handle critique (constructive!) is another, and so on.
What was writing such an insane behemoth of a work as ITFOYL feel like?
It was both hellish and very rewarding, and my favourite part about it was interacting with the readers. It was so encouraging to see people invested in the mysteries and I enjoyed reading all the theories. And definitely enjoyed seeing rereaders picking up on the foreshadowing I left behind.
I was also in a Bad Way during the period I wrote ITFOYL in (COVID pandemic didn't help). I was the most depressed and burnt out that I've ever been in my life and I wrote that fic for myself too. It was a way of giving myself a routine and telling myself it'll be okay. That's why the fic has such a hopeful undercurrent to it, because I needed it to be okay. And I know at the time, a lot of people also needed it to be okay, and I'm glad it served its purpose.
I didn't know how ITFOYL would end when I started writing it. But I knew it had to be an ending that would hold your hand and feel like an embrace. However it would end.
How did u even get the idea?
It started because of that damn Temple of Dirthamen, haha! I was obsessed when I played through that location. It was so intriguing and I'm a sucker for corvids and creepy shit.
As for the ancient Arlathan exploration and time travel, I've been intrigued by the concept ever since I read Feynite's Looking Glass a few years back . And I was already a sucker for time travel fix-it tropes so...
I also just couldn't let go of this new character concept. A devotee to Dirthamen, a shapeshifter who can change faces. I fucking LOVE themes of devotion and worship. I eat that shit up every time. Bonus points if it's unhealthy. And another thing I eat up is reincarnations.
The only thing I couldn't figure out for a long time was what kind of spirit he was. Hope felt too on the nose for me, and it felt limiting. So did Faith. Tried to dig deeper into it and finally arrived at Change.
So I tried to fit all of the above with the events of Inquisition and figure out what the implications were. Picked m!solavellan because I was sorely wanting more content for it ever since I learned Solas could have been bi and had voice lines for an m!lavellan romance. Be the change (hah) you want to see in the world, and so on.
Anyways, there were four premises I contemplated for ITFOYL's start:
1) Lavellan is sent back in time to Arlathan and that's where he figures out his past life.
2) He's sent back to the start of the game, with a Solas romance.
3) Same as 2, but no Solas romance. Just romantic tension that went nowhere.
4) No time travel. Figure past life out first run-through
I wrote off 1 because I wanted the inner circle. I would have missed them otherwise, and at the time, I still had a shaky grip on the Evanuris' characterisation. It's fine, because I wove 1 into the flashback arc anyways.
I wrote off 4 because I felt like the focus would be too scattered and the themes of second chances and mercy won't be as strong. And the premise bored me. If I'm bored, the readers will be bored. Dropped!
So it came down to 2 and 3. No Romance path was a strong contender because of the Pining and the Longing. But Romance path won out for the drama, and I've always wanted a story where the dynamic between Solavellan shifts in balance. I thought I could accomplish it best with path 2.
And then one sleepless night, I caved and opened up a google doc and started writing at 2 am. 'In the face of your light' was a phrase that kept ringing in my head so I put it down as a placeholder title until I could come up with a better one.
Lol, 'placeholder'. So much for that.
The rest is history.
So bottomline is, I took everything I liked/wanted to explore, shoved it together in my head, and executed it with great delirium and obsession.
Did it deviate much from your initial vision?
Dirthavellan.
That. That was the biggest deviation of all. Dirthavellan and DIRTHAMEN.
He was a VILLAIN. The first draft!! He was a villain!!! I swear on my life!
And then my best friend was reading over some short pieces and drafts I wrote about his and Lavellan's dynamic and they said, "There's something interesting here. I think you can explore it further."
And then he evolved from sort of 2D villain to THAT. I don't regret a thing! My friend was the first Dirthavellan shipper. They dug a pit that I fell into with no way out and fretted. Because what IF the readers aren't about that!
Then a lot of you fell one by one into the pit with me.
I'm sure plenty of others weren't really into it, which is entirely fair, but I was still happy with those who leapt into the pit and loved my interpretation of Dirthamen. He is now blorbo in my heart. I don't know how to explain to anyone that one of my favourite Dragon Age characters kind of doesn't exist.
All the same questions for ALIL.
ALIL was a little different.
It started from Minecraft roleplay with my partner (who was not yet my partner at the time).
Yeah.
It was a joke. They invited me to the server and suggested our characters be married. My ass was crushing on them hard (their ass was crushing hard too, I just didn't know because I'm a dumb mfer) so I said hell yeah let's get minecraft married 😭
And then it snowballed from there because I got jealous. Another character on the server was apparently crushing on my partner's character and there was art of this whole hair braiding scene between them and everything.
And I said 'bet'.
Then I radically changed the original canon to what it is today (Ink met Grey way after Moerani's fate originally but then I made Ink parent #2 instead), wrote about it, and broke my angst-loving partner's heart so badly with it that they made that the new canon >:)
And now we have tragic immortals. Also, plot. My jealousy gave birth to plot. Muses come in all sorts of forms...
The story just kept growing and growing over time, worldbuilding getting fleshed out, character backstories coming in. Augh! There's so much new stuff. The draft I shared on the drive is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg! There's so much now about Primordials (especially a specific triad -- I like my trios), about demons, about our pair! Argh!
Ink's name also got changed to V (nickname for Vharagh). We refer to them as V now. This was before I played Cyberpunk lol. (Ofc I made V in Cyberpunk. I might as well since they share the nickname.)
There were quite a number of changes...
Also, I made up a whole new language and alphabet for ALIL. I am a nerd. I like conlangs.
There we are! I hope these are enough crumbs to feed you! From one trash panda to a trash cockroach. I am happy to yap any time about writing.
oh i never know how to explain this properly but i looooooooooooooooove when a story just absolutely TELLS you something and it’s so obvious it goes right by you. like the equivalent of hiding in plain sight. i’m thinking in the original cut(?) of alien where they showed the full xenomorph, crouched and ready to pounce, but because we’ve never seen it before, we can’t tell what it is and interpret it as part of the spaceship. or it’s a detail that seems so out of place or wildly insane that you automatically ignore it and assume you misinterpreted until that exact detail comes back in a big way? (like when noah the raven boy flat out tells everyone he’s a ghost and they take it as a joke, so the reader does too) is there a tvtropes name for this i’m obsessed with it
I think that this is known as “delayed decoding” in literary analysis. The term was coined by Ian Watt in the ‘70s, don’t remember the exact year, to describe a technique used by Joseph Conrad in Lord Jim and Heart of Darkness, but a lot of writers picked it up. It’s basically what you described: you present a detailed image but don’t make its moral and psychological relevance obvious. You give facts but not their meaning, not until later, and the revelation can come directly from the characters who suddenly realize what they have observed or it can also be left in the text, to be understood by the reader. You can see why Modernists loved it!
Okay, I’m reading ALIL for the third time… and getting feverish. Feels like ALIL’s every moment and every line have a hidden edge. I’m currently coiled up over the gut punch that is Gray’s “You will lose”. This wretched double-entendre of “loss”… And Ink’s reply – “I may win” – reducing the word to an outcome of a battle in their mind, not quite seeing the grief. THE “YOU”RE HERE AGAIN”. EXCEPT THESE IDIOTS DON’T EVEN REALISE HOW FAR BACK THAT AGAIN RUNS AND JUST HOW MUCH FURTHER IT WILL, PANTING AND ON BROKEN LEGS.
When I read ALIL the first time, it felt like the emotions didn’t fully sink in, even though certain moments did leave me smiling and crying. I’ve no idea why. But the story left an imprint in my mind. A seedling of a snowdrop. And I kept thinking back to it, until I caved in and re-read it. That’s when I fell madly in love with this story, just as I did with ITFOYL. The value of re-reading your stories is absolutely insane. All the stuff that’s turned on its head by foresight and context? Hidden depth, shadows stirring in the nooks and crannies of the lyrical prose… I feel like I notice something new every time I re-read ALIL and ITFOYL…evil little hints and winks and instances of foreshadowing. And it feels like there’s yet more to come. (I’m only just beginning to pay attention to the Harbinger's crown. Huh…)
Not to mention the way you handle grief. Ink’s hunger and Grey’s blind vengeance and self-destruction.
What I find truly special about your stories is this sense of wonder for the people and the world (even as the characters seek to destroy it and suffer at its hand). Maybe-doomed, maybe-not care for existence in all of its mess and beauty, and living beings for all of their faults and virtues. I feel like your love for your characters is truly the reason they are so lovable to readers. Mahanon, Ellana, and the whole of Clan Lavellan, Bel’Vedir, Asunara and Revasha will now forever hold a special place in my heart, as will Moerani, Grey and Ink, the Lament and the Narrator, even the Harbinger's hounds. As I played DAI, I felt fairly neutral about some characters in the inner circle, and the Evanuris until ITFOYL came along (...and tracked its touch, bled dye upon the grey. It runs without restraint and yet it paints a vivid, living piece that only a racoon could make.)
NOT TO MENTION YOUR INCREDIBLE IMAGINATION. YOUR CONTAGIOUS VISIONS. YOU MAKE THE PLACES AND CULTURES AND LANGUAGES COME ALIVE. WHOLE FREAKING UNIVERSES. OH MY GOSH.
JUST. UGHHHHHHHHHHH.
That’s it. I’ve ran out of coherent thought…
Oh my god?? Oh wow, thank you so much 🥺 This entire ask was so wonderful and so sweet and I'm so so glad you loved it enough to reread it THRICE? Hello? Ahh! I can't even articulate how much I appreciate and love this.
But yes, A Lesson in Losing is near and dear to my heart (and co-conceptualised with my partner! Grey and Mo are their characters. I shared this ask with them and they were very excited). It's been yeears since I wrote that draft of ALIL and so much has changed (and so much has stayed the same). Developed the world and the characters even more so it's a bit outdated now haha. But honestly, thank you so much. I'm just repeating myself now, gosh, I'm really really touched. This has made my entire year.
I wish I was half as articulate as you in expressing my gratitude, honestly. Rendered me speechless.
Here lay the world in tatters and ruins, littered with the remains of once mighty armies and terrible cities. Brought to its knees by the Dread Wolf. The Dread Wolf who was all pride and no wisdom, all guilt and no atonement."
Inquisitor Lavellan saved the world, lost the world, then saved it again - loved and lost, loved and lost. Cruel joke upon cruel joke piled atop each other under the disguise of destiny and fate, until the curtains fell on him and Solas with their blades piercing the other's heart. It was a disgustingly poetic end.
And because his luck was rotten, he wakes at the moment before it all began.
A second chance or a second doom? Lavellan wasn't sure which he preferred.
Tsaa, this is GORGEOUS INCREDIBLE work. The colours, the rendering, the mood, AGH! I’m gonna eat it.
For a bit of further background because I need to gush a bit, Tsaa and I were talking and we both found out we’re Filipino so Tsaa used a classic impressionist Filipino art as reference. The work is called ‘Tampuhan’ by Juan Luna. Tampuhan means sulking.
Another image inspired by Noverture's beast of a fic
In the face of your light
Inquisitor Lavellan saved the world, lost the world, then saved it again - loved and lost, loved and lost. Cruel joke upon cruel joke piled atop each other under the disguise of destiny and fate, until the curtains fell on him and Solas with their blades piercing the other's heart. It was a disgustingly poetic end.
And because his luck was rotten, he wakes at the moment before it all began.
A second chance or a second doom? Lavellan wasn't sure which he preferred.
I highly recommend the fic series-- it's truly a literary masterpiece. A+ story.
(Please do not take, save, use for AI training or repost without permission- Thank you! Reblogs are fine ♥ )
Hello!!💮🌸🌺🌼 Would you mind telling us more about Revasha? How's our little tigress's Veilguard run going? How's her meeting with Hanon?! Anything, tell me ANYTHING cus oh gosh I just adore her💖🏹💘🐯
Hello! Thank you for this ask <3 I was so happy that someone adores Revasha this much! I'm taking this as permission to yap
Our little tigress is running with the Veil Jumpers and she is fumbling this new gig pretty bad. Everything is so beyond her comprehension and she's holding on with grit and prayers.
Except she can't even bloody pray anymore because her gods are running around everywhere giving her problems. What's she supposed to say?
"Dear Ghilan'nain, please guide me and show me the way so that I can skewer all your tentacles and grill you for dinner"?
"Dear All-Father, grant me the strength and fury to slam dunk your decrepit ass into next Tuesday"?
She would probably pray in front of Solas though. "Dear Fen'Harel, please stop being a little bitch for five minutes and help me clean up the mess you made and stop blaming me for your problems. Sincerely, tired of your bullshit."
There are a lot of clashes between in-game Rook's dialogue outside of the dialogue wheel and Revasha's personality though. Which is just inevitable, and I fully expected it. In-game, Rook is quite eloquent at comforting their companions (therapy speak, some have said), but Revasha is just not that person so those bits are particularly hilarious for me. She's never been good at comforting words. She's more a comforting action person. She'd say "damn that sucks, do you want a fruit? I'll peel you an orange" and then disappear and reappear with peeled orange before you can say no.
Companion: I feel bad
Revasha: That's nuts, I sliced you some apple
Her meeting with Hanon would have gone quite differently to in-game, for obvious reasons. They already have history. Although since this would be first timeline, they didn't actually meet until after Trespasser. Either way, she would have been so relieved to see him again and she'd have given him a big hug.
And then she would complain about Solas. Probably invite Hanon to the Lighthouse too. Ask him for advice, confide in him about being afraid and overwhelmed.
Romance-wise, she's got her eye on Davrin. They have many similarities and she appreciates his pragmatic approach and outlook.
Anyways, I better end my yapping here, sorry this was so scattered!
I was listening to songs from Arcane s2 and as usual my thoughts immediately go to itfoyl (it lives rent free in my head 24/7 and takes up most of the space), and one of the songs in particular hit hard and it feels so itfoyl coded, perhaps Solas specifically. It's called Wasteland by Royal & the Serpent.
Ohh you are so right. Could be first timeline Lavellan too, but I do lean more towards Solas, yeah.
“For you,” said Dirthamen, “anything.”
Lavellan’s heart thundered, fighting against the pressure already in his chest.
“Stop me if I get too hungry.”
Lavellan pulled him down and kissed him.
Felt inspired by this scene from Noverture's beast of a fic series
lover, your back is bruised from what you carry
(I highly recommend the fic series-- it's truly a literary masterpiece. A+ story.)
I may repaint this at some point since I didn't spend more than an hour or two on this. It was just a warm-up practice piece that got out of hand. (also I drew clothes, hated them, refused to paint them.) I am *trying* to step back into painting without firm lineart but since switching programs I am just... struggling. I can't tell if it's me or the brushes. Both maybe? *sigh*
A tapestry of stars Chapter 22 Apricity
He stretched out his arm using the last of his strength, reached for Lavellan’s outstretched hand. He had no right to die beside Lavellan, but if he could at least hold him again...
Their fingers touched. This was the furthest he could reach.
Felt inspired by this scene from Noverture's beast of a fic series
lover, your back is bruised from what you carry
(actually I felt inspired by a lot of scenes but this one won my attention. I highly recommend the fic series-- it's truly a literary masterpiece. A+ story.)
