Winter Palace - Ashann Lavellan
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Winter Palace - Ashann Lavellan
He dresses in exclusively black, white, and gold. (and Dorian HAS to match with him)
The aesthetics of all my OCs are wildly different and I just love them so much!!! I had a bunch of thoughts and needed to write ‘em down so here’s some pairing aesthetics!
Vel and Varric are busy taverns with clever names serving cheap, shitty ale; ink-stained hands dripping color onto each other’s skin. The sound of coins clinking on well-worn tables, backs pressed up against doors. They are confidence and ease. They are knowing.
Ari and Bull are bloody hands and war paint, the rhythm of the drums like the thumping of still-beating hearts torn from the chests of gods. They are instinct and desire, ripped sheets and heated kisses. They are primal.
Nehri and Solas are an endless, flat sea - magnificent and green, the calm after a storm. And yet, they are the storm. They are the wind in the trees, the howling of the wolves on a frigid winter’s night. They are omnipotent- they are divine.
Ash and Dorian are the softness of marble in the hands of a master sculptor, humid summer evenings soaked in wine and sweat. They are the soft touch of silk, a high-cut collar angled dangerously upward towards the heavens. They dare to defy. They are rebellion.
Teya and Sera are terrible jokes and toothy grins, the cool touch of a sharp blade against the skin. They are the lights in the city on a foggy night, and the danger lurking behind every shadow. They are blasphemous - They are irreverence.
Cassia and Blackwall are honeysuckle blossoms and lamb’s wool, the crocuses peeking through the snow in the first warm days of spring. They are the calloused hands of laborers, the courage of soldiers, memories of hardship never to be forgotten. They are virtue - They are righteous.
Let’s be real for a second-
If all my Inquisitors met, it would be absolute pandemonium.
Vel and Cassia would be sitting eating cheesecake or something, talking about their beloved husbands/partners and (VERY QUIETLY) discussing their favorite romance novels, arranging Cassia’s copy of Swords and Shields to be signed by Varric. There’s a lot of giggling and whispering between them, and it unnerves everyone else(who think they’re plotting world domination by cuteness.)
Teya and Ari would cause an absolute scene going back and forth screaming compliments at each other. Ari's “You’re fucking MASSIVE! Creators, what the fuck! I love you!!!” and Teya's “You’re so fucking LITTLE it’s ADORABLE!!! Literally what the goddamn!!! You’re perfect!”. The ‘Qunari in love with an Elf’ club is tight-knit
Ash would be standing in the corner next to Vel and Cassia, hesitating to talk to Nehri - because she’s interesting, but definitely looks like she could kill a man with a single glance. He would be sipping on a glass of wine watching Teya and Ari yell compliments at each other, highly amused.
Nehri would be outwardly disinterested, but secretly she would be desperate to join in the conversation. But she doesn’t want to appear too eager, cause that would blow her ‘disinterested mysterious forest witch’ persona that she carefully curated for exactly this situation.
Then it would most likely devolve into a drinking contest, in which everyone bets on Teya and loses - because Mithari Isena Syrillon-Lavellan can put away booze like it's her only purpose in life.
I should write about this lmao 🤣
Hmm. #37: “You look like hell.” for Ashann and Dorian?
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Relocating to Tevinter had been a struggle for Ashann. Initially, he didn’t want to leave Skyhold - he couldn’t bring himself to abandon the Inquisition. But he knew they would remain strong with or without his physical presence, and so agreed to leave with his love. He did enjoy Tevinter on the whole - the weather was beautiful, the fashion was superb, and the gossip was vicious. Though, he never quite got used to the assassination attempts.
More than once, Dorian came home having been in a scuffle. No matter how many times Ash accompanied him, he couldn’t always be there. He couldn’t always protect him. So when Dorian stumbled through the door of their villa, bloodied and bruised, Ash dropped his wine glass to the floor. It shattered on the painted tiles, and he cursed himself in Dorian’s stead for wasting a fine red on the floor.
“You look like hell.” Ash breathed, catching Dorian in his arms. His hair was mussed and his nose was bleeding, but he would be alright.
“Yes, I seem to have ruined these robes.” Ash paused a moment, observing the destruction of his outfit. The tail of the sash that wrapped around Dorian’s waist was torn, and the hem of his robe was singed and dirty. Drops of blood trickled down his face and sank into the white silk, ruining the material. “No matter. I’ll just have to find another, won’t I?”
“Of course, love. Now, who do I need to kill this time?” Ash chuckled, not caring for subtlety. He reached into the chest near the door where he stored the bandages. He sat Dorian down at the table and began to clean him up, gently washing his face and neck of blood and grime.
“I seriously doubt you could assassinate the entire Magisterium, amatus, even with your skills.” Dorian, snarky as ever, reclined in the chair holding a cloth under his bleeding nose to try and stem the flow.
“Maybe not, but I could… I don’t know. Something.” Ash grimaced as he uncovered a deep purple bruise on Dorian’s cheek. He tried not to touch it, but it was so tender that Dorian whined as he brushed against it. Ash apologized profusely, pulling back to wash off the cloth.
“This is the price of progress, amatus. I’d gladly suffer a bloody nose for the future of my country. For our future.” Dorian loved to wax poetic when Ash was paying exclusive attention to him.
“Now, Magister Pavus, what would people think? A mage from Tevinter and a Dalish Elf? Maker forbid. I think I may faint!” Ash teased, imitating a familiar nosy noble.
“Ah. We truly are meant to be- It’s too unlikely!” Chuckling, Dorian planted a gentle kiss on Ash’s forehead. “Thank you, amatus. It will get better.”
Send Me Angst/Fluff Prompts For My Pairings! Vel x Varric, Ash x Dorian, Ari x Bull, Nehri x Solas, Cassia x Blackwall, and Teya x Sera!
This is painfully accurate. I love all my dumb babies. Expect more alignment charts to come!
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It took me a whole minute to realize I gave Ashann some Royal Elfroot colored eyes and like........ whoops, but go off sis
I seriously can’t get over Ashann’s eyes 😍 I’m obsessed 💜💚
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A little thing for Ashann too, I guess this is a series now? Whoops :p
Vel - Nehri - Teya - Ari - Cassia -