#clare lavellan

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So, I felt extra angsty because of random stuff going on and I was listening to this song while typing up this short fanfic. This was the mission “Protect Clan Lavellan.” I didn’t use Josephine but I heard it was heartbreaking and I wanted to type up on how Clare would act and this is her response. Enjoy!

Once Clare Lavellan had heard that her Clan were attacked by bandits, she asked Josephine to send someone who might be able to help; but that was a bad decision. She should have asked for Cullen’s help. Though, she didn’t blame Josephine. She blamed the bandits for her Clan’s death. The blonde Dalish elf was sitting near the garden outside of Skyhold. Mother Giselle tried to offer her peace, but Clare found none. She hated those bandits. She wished that she knew where they were so she could shoot an arrow towards them. Iron Bull offered her a drink from the Tavern, but Clare didn’t want to burden him and a drink wouldn’t take away the pain. Cole asked her if she wanted him to take the memory of her Clan’s death, but she didn’t want to.

Clare was interrupted from her thoughts because she heard her name. She looked over and noticed that it was Solas. She frowned and looked back towards the flowers.

“Hello, Solas…” She muttered.

“Hello.” He said back. “Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He questioned.

“Go ahead…” She said.

Solas did so and he just stayed silent. He had questioned Cassandra on what had happened that made Clare so depressed since they were close. Cassandra suggested that he waited until she tells him. He took her by her word and Solas decided to listen to her. Solas watched Clare as she poked at the rose and he frowned. Normally he would see her so happy and cheery, now she’s depressed. He wished she would tell him what was wrong because the other Companions wouldn’t tell him.

Though, he would rather ask her or wait for her to tell him what made her so sad. Solas glanced at a flower, picked it up and looked over at Clare.

“Da’len, please look this way.” Solas suggested.

Clare got curious and she looked towards him and she noticed what Solas was holding. He was holding a white Camelia which was one of Clare’s flowers. She blushed slightly when he put it on her ear after she looked his way. After a minute of two so Clare could register what had happened, she smiled then Solas smiled once she did.

“There’s that smile.” He said.

She blushed and looked away from him. For a little while, Solas made her forget about the death of her Clan. Clare was thankful to get to know Solas, he made her feel oddly safe. She frowned slightly and looked at her.

“Did anyone tell you?” She asked.

Solas tilted his head. “Tell me what?” He asked.

“… My Clan…” She muttered and looked away. “They… Were attacked by bandits and… Well… I made the wrong decision and they died because of it…” She answered.

Solas’ eyes grew slightly wide. He was shocked to hear this news. Clare was depressed because her Clan was killed by bandits? He had to admit, he thought that her Clan would be able to take on a group of bandits. He remembered that she would talk highly about how her Clan had fought through bandits before. He frowned and looked away.

“I’m sorry to hear about that…” Solas said.

Clare shook her head. “Don’t be… It was my own stupid mistake… I couldn’t believe that they could just… I-I should have been there! This is all my fault! I made a foolish decision and they… They all died… The stupid bandits…” She was very close to crying and Solas could tell.

Solas was trying to figure out how to make her feel better, he stood up and held out a hand towards Clare. She blinked and looked from his hand, then at him.

“Come with me, da’len…” He said.

Clare nodded her head and gently took Solas’ hand as if she was worried that if she touched him the slightest then he would slip away or shatter. She walked beside Solas towards his rotunda; she was curious on why he was taking her there. She didn’t question him and thought about her Clan again. Clare had so many memories of them. She wondered if anyone made it alive from the bandit attack. She sighed and decided to push her sadness aside. Clare glanced over at Varric but didn’t say anything. He knew what happened.

She continued to follow Solas and he sat on his couch and offered her a seat. Clare graciously sat next to him and glanced down at her feet. Solas put an arm around Clare’s shoulder and pulled her close to him. Clare stiffened up but then she calmed down. She gently wrapped her arms around his waist and she bit her bottom lip. She was trying so hard not to cry again, she cried for the past four days over the death of her Clan. They were the only family she had. Now, she had the Inquisition. She loved everyone like they were her family.

But Solas was different, he watched over her while the anchor was giving her pain. He even watched over her while she was sick. To Clare, Solas was different from every other elf that she had met. Especially from her Clan. Clare finally gave up and let her tears fall. Solas wasn’t surprised by this, he wrapped his other arm around her and he pulled her up onto his lap. This was what got Clare to start crying, she had so many memories of her Clan and her Keeper would comfort her like this. The Keeper was like a parent to the Lavellan Clan. She would always miss her Clan. Solas rubbed his hand behind her back to try and sooth her.

“Do not worry, da’len… We are here for you now. The Inquisition, I mean. I am also here for you…” He whispered to her. “I know the world seems to be against you, but trust me… It isn’t.” He told her.

Clare sniffed and nodded her head against his chest. “T-thank you, Solas…”

“You are welcome…”

From then on, she felt protected thanks to Solas. Clare loved that about him, he was always there for her and she would always be there for him. Dorian was looking down from his space and smiled. He was glad that Clare and Solas were close to each other. One thing was for sure, Dorian and the other Companions know that they would have to protect Inquisitor Lavellan.

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I drew Clare in blue pen... This is what happens when I'm bored.

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((So I was kind of feeling angsty a bit last night and I ended up typing this up and I finally got around to finishing it today. -flops- I hope you guys like it!))

The Inquisition had to go speak with Horse Master Dennet, needless to say that Clare Lavellan wasn’t expecting to  see wolves. Neither were Cassandra, Varric, and Solas. They were as shocked as she was. Clare somewhat hated wolves. It was said by the Dalish clans that the Dread Wolf, Fen’Harel; would track them down and harm them. The blonde Dalish elf didn’t believe in such stories. But there was a saying that her Clan’s keeper would always say before their journey. 

“May the Dread Wolf never catch your scent, da’len.” The Clan’s keeper would say. 

Clare would hold onto those words as she would always journey. Each time she passed by other elven travelers, she would say the same thing. Clare was snapped out of her thoughts after she heard a familiar voice. 

“Da’len, watch out!” It was Solas who shouted that. The blonde Dalish elf looked towards her and noticed the wolf was about to attack her to which she froze. She couldn’t move, it was like an apostate had frozen her in the same place. 

The wolf pounced onto Clare and she quickly put her bow in front of her to avoid its large teeth latching onto her teeth. She tried to kick it off but the wolf was too heavy. She noticed that Cassandra kicked it off of her and Varric shot it with an arrow, meanwhile Solas ran towards her to help her. Clare sat up after the wolf was taken care of and she looked over at Solas. 

“S-Solas, ir abelas, I didn’t mean to...” 

“Do not think of it, da’len. Are you alright?” He asked. 

Clare nodded her head a bit. “Yes, I’m fine... Thank you.” She said. She then noticed that Cassandra and Varric had finished killing the wolves and walked towards them.

“Lavellan, are you alright?” Cassandra asked. Clare nodded her head and Cassandra sighed with relieve. “That is good. Though, no normal wolves would just attack people like that unless it feels its being threatened.” She said.

Solas helped Clare up from the ground and nodded. “The breach may have driven them mad... We must see what we can do.” He said. 

“Yes, Solas is right. Let’s go do that now.” Clare said, trying to hide her fear. She sensed that Solas figured that she was frightened. The wolves has shaken her up a tad bit. She was mostly worried that the Dread Wolf would find her, but she felt safe with her companions.

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Inquisitor asks 2, 9, and 10

Ask Meme

((I’m using Clare Lavellan then maybe in another post I’ll use my others.)) 

2. Where does your Inquisitor go when they need a break from everything?

Clare would always go visit Solas in Haven whenever she needs a break from everything. She was glad to know that there was always someone there to watch over her. In Skyhold, Clare would go to the garden and look at all of the pretty flowers. She would occasionally go speak with Sera or Cassandra.

9. How much care does your Inquisitor take with their appearance?

Clare kind of cares about her appearance. But most of the time she would be self cautious of her appearances because some people would call her a servant, and other racial slurs. She would try to cover her ears with her hair before the Inquisition when she was at the market or wear a cape over her face. 

10. Where did your Inquisitor learn most of their skills and abilities?

Clare learned how to use her bow with a Clan member, Zelphar. He taught her when she was around 14 years old because she wanted to learn how to use a bow. Before, she would try to learn how to fight with sword and shield; now she fights with a bow and arrow. 

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Drunk: Clare Lavellan x Krem

So idk, this started out as a Solavellan oneshot with my Lavellan and Solas last night, but I thought of Krem so yeah. You guys already see where this is going. XD Enjoy~!

Clare was sitting at the Tavern drinking alone. Normally Varric or The Iron Bull would join her, but she was by herself. It’s not like she was being anti-social or anything; but she would rather be alone. After what happened at Haven she couldn’t sleep. The blonde Dalish elf would hear the screams of those caught in the mess that Corypheus has caused. She would blame herself for it all. She even felt like others blamed her, too.

She sighed and payed the tender for her drinks and she struggled to get up. She almost fell over backwards until someone caught her. When she looked up, she saw it was Krem.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Clare nodded her head yes. “Y-yeah, I’m-” She paused to hiccup. “Fine…”

Krem raised an eyebrow. He knew all too well that she wasn’t fine; she was obviously drunk. He couldn’t leave her like this. Some lunatic could take advantage of her and he knew that the Inquisition needed her. Not only that but Krem didn’t want her to be harmed.

“C’mon, Inquisitor. Let’s get you to bed.” he said.

Clare pouted. “But I’m not- *hic* sleepy.”

“I understand that, but I’m still taking you to bed.”

Clare frowned but didn’t protest any further. She allowed Krem to help her find her way back to her chambers. Her head was too foggy to figure out what was going on around her. Krem heard the whispers go on about what was wrong with the Inquisitor or how she tried to save lives at Haven.

He wondered if that was why she was drinking in the first place? If that she was drinking her sorrows away? Perhaps it was best not to ask her right now since she was drunk.

Once they made it into her chambers, Krem carefully climbed the stairs and gently put Clare onto her bed. This was the first time Krem has entered her room. Clare laid down on her bed and pulled the blankets up because she was shivering cold. He wondered how she even sleep in here since it was cold? Who knows?

Krem was about to leave after seeing that she was halfway asleep until he heard her speak his name which made him stop.

“Krem… Thank you.” She said. That surprised him a little.

He blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. “No problem…” After that he walked out of her chambers and closed her door gently and quietly.

Again, I have no idea. I was up until 3 am this morning and just thought of this.  ╮(─▽─)╭  I hoped that you enjoyed it! If there’s any mistakes please feel free to let me know! :) Thanks for reading! 

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To Answer the Call

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Like many he had been skeptical when he’d first heard rumor that the Herald of Andraste possessed Dalish blood. In the grand scheme of things however he had been quicker to understand that her origin did not hold a flame to the fact that she possessed the skill to close entire skies. Whether or not the Chantry denounced her as a heretic her mettle had been proven. In his eyes she had done more than enough. Besides if rumor were to be believed she would be more accepting of his charges than even his brother in arms. Rithisak knew there was a rallying cry sweeping across the land demanding the presence of all templars but he was ignoring it. Their war might be his in name, but his duty laid itself at the feet of these mages that knew nothing of the world. He unlike many of his brethren hadn’t forgotten that.

Rithisak knew if he brought these people the templars would slaughter even the youngest of the children. For months he and the others had fled on foot but the land ravaged by war was dying around them and he did not know for how much longer he could maintain their band alone. Sooner or later there would be nowhere left to settle their bones and a conflict with either the rebel mages or the warring templars would be inevitable. The Inquisition was perhaps the first tangible solution to come in months however he would not lead his charges blindly into it. Late at night he’d exchanged words with the older of the mages and it had been agreed that at the least they ought to travel towards the Inquisition encampment to see it with their own eyes before making any rash decisions about volunteering. 

As luck would have it he heard it whispered that the Inquisitor had taken to the Emerald Graves not but two months into their travels. The chances that it might be true had been too high to continue their trek forward without knowing. When their company had reached the forest he’d camped them somewhere relatively hidden and set out on foot alone. The sounds of a battle had caught his attention and as he neared the blood in his veins hummed at the presence of demons. When he’d crested the hill and saw a small party below fending the demons off Rithisak hadn’t hesitated. Arming himself with sword and shield he’d charged into the foray. It’d almost made him laugh catching the looks of surprise at his unexpected presence, but a Terror Demon nearly lobbing his head clean off his shoulders had been more than plentiful distraction. 

If he had possessed any doubts on the identity of the small party before they vanished when he a shock of green light burst forth from her palm. It touched the rift and he felt a humming that shook even his bones. He wrenched his sword from the lesser demon as the sky closed with a borderline violent impact. All the rumors in the world couldn’t have prepared him for watching it happen with his own two eyes. Miracle did not do the things he had witnessed justice. “I suppose this means you’re the Inquisitor.” It wasn’t a question he posed as he approached her with slightly accelerated breathing. He’d been made for war. “Rithisak Aydelotte. Templar. I’d heard rumor you were in the area.” He could feel the eyes of her companions on him. Their body language was alert, but no one at least was attacking him. 

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[ ♛ ] Send in a URL;  @inquixitorclarex | Clare Lavellan

my opinion on;

character in general:

Most of what I know about Clare comes second-hand and through the ongoing thread between her and Rithisak. Because of this my opinion of Clare is neutral but I hope to see this change the more in-depth the interactions between her and Rithisak become. From what little I do know of her I have to say the trait that stands out most is her depression. That is not to say that it is the most dominant trait of her character, but in the sense that to a stranger it isn’t there at all. She is someone that masks it with a cheerful disposition – someone that doesn’t wear her entire heart but rather pieces of it on her sleeve. 

how they play them:

When writing original characters there isn’t a standard their writing can be compared to in the sense that there is with canon characters. Both have their difficulties. For the former it’s building a character that has depth from the ground up and stepping in with the writing necessary for that. It is because of this that though I may not have an opinion of Clare herself I enjoy her character from the standpoint of a writer. Ven has a firm grasp on what it is that makes Clare her own. She falls into certain cliches and archetypes, but has written these in a way that they help strengthen her writing in a way that help builds character depth rather than damaging it. 

the mun:

Unfortunately Ven and I haven’t spoken very much outside of initial starter questions, but from her out of character posts and her tag interactions she seems to be a very sweet, very sociable girl. I sometimes have trouble being the first one to contact another person, but during our entire conversation she was polite and open-minded. It got us through the questions I had quickly and left me with more than a few ideas on where our thread could be taken and how. As with Clare I can’t say that I have a solidified opinion that goes either way, but I am certainly leaning towards a positive one about both Ven and her writing. 

do i;

follow them:

Yes.

rp with them:

Yes.

ship their character with mine:

No, but I do think there is potential for an interesting dynamic between Clare and Rithisak. Our thread hasn’t moved past their first interaction, but following the plot developments of iZombie I could see their relationship going the ways of something that shifts back and forth between suspicious strangers and uncertain allies of circumstance. His mixed sentiments towards Clare aren’t entirely about her specifically either. Some of it has to do with the guilt he feels when seeing her reminds him of his falling outs with Blaine, but he is cautious for logical reasons too. Associations with Blaine rarely end well and he has trouble believing their interaction is entirely innocent. He can’t trust her, but he does need her. 

what is my;

overall opinion:

I would recommend Ven and Clare to new writers. Her writing style is more to the point, but offers enough to interact with. It is good practice for learning how to maintain and push events forward without rushing it in order to keep both partners engaged. Though I might not feel strongly towards her and Clare I do enjoy having her as a part of my dash. She is active without flooding her followers and offers a nice balance between IC-posts and OOC ones. Not to mention that she runs a Kingdom Hearts OC as well and has a number of verses. Even if one plot fizzles out it’s easy to start another one in a different verse. 

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Heart Like Seattle

He didn’t know what else to do. At this point he was at his wit’s end. His sister was barely taking any of his calls and whenever he tried to drop in on her and Blaine unannounced it was rare anyone was in to receive him. So it had come down to this: stalking. Veata hadn’t even told him herself Blaine had opened a butchery. He couldn’t see why she wouldn’t seeing as it was a major step-up from how he had been making money since college unless it was a cover for something she either didn’t or couldn’t let him know about. Rithisak hated how plausible the latter was. He was here, but he couldn’t just stroll in either. Blaine would find some excuse that would cut the conversation down to ten minutes max. He wasn’t here to be brushed off, he was here for answers.

“Oh!” The officer grabbed the wrist of a woman as she stepped past him towards Meat Cute. Meat Cute: only Blaine would name a business that. He hadn’t changed at all. Rithisak wished the good of that statement overshadowed the bad. He missed him. “Listen, I’m sorry to bother you but -- “ Suzuki would kill him for flashing the badge off duty but that didn’t stop him from opening his wallet. “ -- I was hoping you could help me out with something. You’re not in trouble. I just have a few questions.” Rithisak nodded towards the butchery. “Do you know the owner of this place?” He’d prepped an entire list of questions in his head. No point in any of them though if the person he was questioning didn’t even know the basics.