Amara Lavellan on Crossroads Island - yes, she's technically on break but if you have need for a reading or a concern for the mayor's office, she'll gladly invite you to have a seat.
Amara Laidir, Seer of Rivain living her best life 🥰 (And gosh, I need to write her story.)
And of course I had to make a mermaid version too. They say the Sirens of the Mourn Watch collect the bones of the dead to use in their rituals. If you wish to gain their favor, best to bring an offering, or be prepared to promise them your remains... just be very careful how you word such deals, for they have been known to collect payment before the petitioner's life has reached its natural conclusion.
Thank you so many folks for the tags! 💕 On my phone, so hard to go digging for them. Playing with digital paper dolls is the correct level of brain power for this week.
Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by Elvis Presley
This would be their ultimate love song. From the moment they met there was a spark, every interaction after that just had them falling for each other more and more. There was no way they could have avoided loving each other, it seemed they were destined to.
The Only Exception by Paramore
Neither one of them had ever loved before each other. They had both seen multiple relationships fail and had love not turn out to be enough to save them and they knew if they didn’t love each other, they wouldn’t love anyone but that each other was worth the risk. This would be when they first started to realize the depth of their affection for each other.
Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith
I imagine this as them laying in bed together the night they first had sex. Truly not wanting to miss a single moment of the other’s life, wanting to cherish every bit of time that they had together especially with the loaming threat of the breach and corypheus that could kill them at any moment. They know how to make the most of all their time together
You and Me by Lifehouse
“I can’t keep my eyes off of you” that line is enough said. I imagine Cullen always watching Amara, not cause he’s worried for her or afraid for her but because he’s just so in love with her that he wants to memorize her so he never forgets a single part of her.
Better Than Drugs by Skillet
This would be more like Cullen to Amara after he quits taking the lyrium. Being with her is a better high for him than the lyrium ever was. It’s her that he can’t live without.
(Crossroads Island - A few years ago. Amara Levallan and her 'vacation' to the island.)
Amara had been determined to approach today with optimism. She had repacked her bags. Turned in the key to her room and settled the bill. Left the Inn wearing her closed toe flats, sandals carefully cleaned and banished to the middle of the suitcase where, Creators willing, she wouldn’t need them again until next summer. Her vacation had now officially dragged on for an extra week. It was time to go home.
She could feel unseen eyes on her as she walked towards the docks. The same lingering spirits that had stalked her for this entire trip as she tried to retrace her mother’s time on the island the summer before Amara was born. She had hoped to find some kind of - something. Answers, maybe. A sense of connection. But there were just spirits. Nosy, bothersome, boisterous spirits who didn’t know how to mind their business and leave well enough alone.
Turning the corner and catching sight of the shore, Amara sighed. That was hardly fair. The island was beautiful. The people living here were lovely. Even if she hadn’t learned much, she had enjoyed her visit. She was just ready to leave and the island literally wouldn’t let her.
First it was a freak storm, preventing the ferry that she intended to ride back to the mainland from getting to the island. Then her door had mysteriously gotten stuck, locking her in her room until Isabela called Esha to come take the thing off its hinges. That was of course the day when - on an island where no one moved with alacrity, the ferry had been extra punctual and was well away by the time she had made it to the dock. Then yesterday there were dangerously high waves. Amara had watched in dull horror as the lifeguard conferred with a blond haired woman in a red sundress with a crab sitting on her shoulder who very seriously told him the currents were far too dangerous for anyone to brave. The docks and beach had subsequently been closed for the day and the ferry contacted and told to stay offshore.
The ferrymaster had radioed back that he was going to cancel today’s trip too - just to be safe. Thankfully, Amara was spared the embarrassment of completely losing her cool when the waves calmed sometime around sunset and the postmaster offered her a ride back to the mainland in his boat when they crossed paths at the tavern last night.
Amara hoped that plan would be enough of an aberration that it would escape the spirits’ notice and let her escape back to her life. Her very important, very serious life. Working at the University in Nevarra City in what was absolutely a dead end administrative job and lamenting her nonexistent social life.
Shaking her head, Amara glared at the nearest spirit presence she could sense. That last bit wasn’t her own thoughts. At least, she didn’t think so.
Sand was getting in her shoes and her bag felt heavier than it had any right to be, but she continued on. Hugo was standing by his boat, having an animated conversation with a blue haired woman in a green coat standing next to a pile of diving gear.
“ - not exactly an expert on seabirds,” the woman was saying, “but nesting laws are pretty clear and I think these guys are endangered.”
Hugo turned as Amara approached, rolling up the sleeves of the flannel he wore over his Screaming Hurlocks world tour shirt. “Hey, Amara. So, we might have some bad news.”
Amara closed her eyes. She could almost hear the spirits laughing at her. “Let me guess - some unlikely twist of fate is keeping you from leaving?”
“Yeah - I was just showing Tempest. Apparently some birds decided to build a nest on my boat overnight. We’re going to have to find someone to see if we can move them safely or - “
Amara opened her eyes, looking at the birds in question. They were absolutely staring at her, smug and taunting. “Or wait until the ferry comes back.”
The woman - Tempest, nodded. “There are some people on the island who might know what to do. Zoe maybe. If we can find her out in the woods. Dalgar - or one of the hunters?” She shrugged, picking up her gear. “I have to get in the water before it gets much later. Are you two good?”
Hugo grinned. “Yeah, we’re good. This is going to push back my deliveries, but can’t complain too much about a free day on the island. Guess I’ll head into town and see if anyone can help.” He looked back at Amara as Tempest headed down the shore. “Coming?”
“No,” Amara said, still having a staring contest with the damn birds. “I am going to sit here and question my life choices for a bit.”
Hugo looked like he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. “Well, after if you want to hang out or…”
“Yeah.” Amara forced a smile. “Thank you for offering me a ride and I’m sorry if my bad luck turned your boat into a bird nursery.”
Hugo shrugged. “It’ll be a fun story to tell at the tavern.”
Amara watched a moment as Hugo headed back towards town. With one last glare at the birds, she walked a few steps down the beach and kicked off her shoes with considerably more force than necessary. Tossing her bag down in a similar manner, she flopped down on the sand.
She thought she should probably meditate. Reach for the spirits who were clearly reaching for her - or at least messing with her - and try to placate them the way she had been taught as a child. But right now she felt too bitter about her plans being ruined again to try and play nice. Better to sulk a bit and get it out of her system and then see where things went.
She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, watching the waves and seeing nothing and trying to sort out why she was so out of sorts.
Eventually, she heard voices behind her. She turned and spotted a group moving along the beach with bags and pointed sticks, spearing odd bits of litter as they walked. As Amara glanced at them, what looked like a crumpled ball of newspaper escaped being speared and blew across the sand and practically into her lap.
Amara smoothed it out as a very tan guy in a speedo who looked far too happy to be collecting litter jogged over towards her. Centered on the paper was a want-ad. Immediate Opening: Administrative Assistant for the Mayor’s Office.
“Hey! Good catch!” The man was still grinning. “You’re Amara, right? I don’t think we’ve properly met. I’m Turvi. Esha mentioned something about needing to free you from your room the other day.”
“Yeah - the spirits here have decided to keep me, apparently,” Amara said, looking at the paper.
“That’s awesome. I mean, living here is awesome. I’m guessing the spirits trying to keep you here hasn’t been great.”
“Not really,” Amara stood, collecting her shoes and bag and putting the paper in her pocket. She looked at Turvi and the group hanging out with him. Everyone looked happy, chatting and laughing as they walked the beach. She could sense something from the spirits too. That the paper was an offering of sorts. A final plea.
Amara had been determined to approach today with optimism. “Do you guys need some help? And - I don’t suppose anyone here knows much about the Mayor.”
“There is always room for more help with beach clean up.” Turvi offered her the bag he was holding, his smile impossibly sincere. “And Neve is amazing. What did you want to know?”
Amara took the bag, smiling back. “Everything.”
Tagging @seaglassmelody @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @sandcastlekings @serialsforbellara @sorcerousadventurer and the Rooks I borrowed and mentioned <3
Esha @in-the-drowning-deep
Gladius - @jenn2d2
Calliope - @serbarris
Hugo - @jukkaricity
Tempest - @serstolas
Zoe - @pseudospaceship
Dalgar - @erin-unknown
Turvi - @davrinsleftpectoral
Thank you @dags-over-caravans and @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai for the tags <3 Turning back towards more light hearted fare after the end game despair demon shenanigans. Crossroads Island AU - connected to the Zalan in a headlock and Solas in khakis and a committee decreed Hawaiian shirt moment I teased earlier 😂
“I don't like this.”
Amara looked up from the tax records she was double checking. Gemma was leaning back in her chair, almost hidden behind the files she was sorting. “Working on the audit or letting Neve go to the super dangerous school science fair without backup?”
Gemma scoffed. “You joke, but two years ago Jacobus forced them to evacuate the building when his volcano actually started spewing toxic gas everywhere.”
“Huh. Now might be a bad time to mention I saw Jacobus hanging out at Viago’s shop last week…”
Gemma leaned around the tower of files, eyes wide, but cut off whatever she was about to say as the front door opened. Nona stepped in, still wearing her work lanyard and ID, clearly taking in the evidence of the yearly audit in progress. “Oh, is this a bad time? I can come back…”
No pressure tags for @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @seaglassmelody @serialsforbellara @sandcastlekings @sorcerousadventurer @handsignals @hedwigoprah and anyone else who wants to share. <3
