#eleran lavellan

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Yesterday I had a ridiculously terrible migraine, and it more or less incapacitated me for the day. So what did I do? Played on Picrew all day and made as many versions of my sweet Ellie as I could. Because why not.

I miss drawing so much. I wish it didn't pain me physically as much, because then I'd probably try to make my own character creator on Picrew. 😅

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There will come a day when my go-to doodle idea isn't my adorable elvhen baby.

Today is not that day.

Every little sketch is slowly building the strength in my left arm. I worked on this for maybe an hour, and it's well worth the hand cramps and stabby pains. Stupid nerve damage. I may never get back to the pace/skill/ease I had before, but there's something so hopeful about being able to squeak out little drawings like this. It gives me hope.

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"You have suffered enough

At war with yourself

It's time that you won."

- Falling Slowly, Glen Hansard

If this quote doesn't sum up how Eleran feels towards Cullen, I don't know what would.

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All these feels, and all I can manage is chibis. 😅💜💜

Cullen and Ellie

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I'm stressed because my grandfather's burial is on Saturday, and even though he passed in December, this is the first chance we have to do so because of frozen, then flooded ground.

So I got baked more than I should've (because being couchlocked is preferable to wanting to claw your own skin off or obsessing over thoughts til you make yourself sick), and found myself at the DA:I loading screen.

And it hit me like a ton of bricks - all the feels and the power of this story and the characters, oh gods, my babies. My heart swelled when Ellie got to kiss Cullen again, broke when I realized how close to "Here Lies the Abyss" I am in this playthrough (my angel Oswynn Hawke 😢). Everything felt new and exhilarating, but as comfortable as a pair of well worn jimjams.

I've been in my feels all afternoon. I don't know what to do with them, where to channel them. Particularly frustrating is the weather related headache creeping in.

I just have too many feels.

[lavellanlove]

💭 For Eleran Lavellan (tag in my blog is #eleran lavellan) (don't feel obligated)

Lynmyath: after Deshanna began her journey with Falon’Din, I was not sure what would become of our clan. With Sylathi exiled and Avira leading the Inquisition, the task fell to our Third. Some worried that her fiery nature would not be a good successor Deshanna’s placidity, but I like her. She’s got spirit. One I fear we will desperately need in the days to come.

(re:💭 OC thoughts meme)

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Eleran stared, completely transfixed by the glowing, eerie red growth of crystal that jutted out of the otherwise picturesque countryside of the Hinterlands. Swaying, soft grasses, butterflies, tiny wildflowers, they all seemed to fade in the presence of this unnatural formation.

She'd seen raw lyrium before, once, but never this much, this close. Even the Dalish were not unaware of the power it carried, of its inherent magical properties. A dwarven merchant had a sliver of it in his pack, and had shown the curious First what it looked like before it was processed for safe consumption.

It had gleamed and glittered like the brightest star, in the bluest of blues. Dangerous in its exquisite beauty, like glimpsing a sleeping high dragon. But how it sounded left its deepest impression on Eleran. It sang, the sound of the feeling of a cool drink of water on a hot summer's day. It quenched some unknown part of her being, and she felt brighter, faster, more alive as her own body sang its harmony.

But this, this cluster of jagged, crimson spines didn't so much sing as scream. A cacophonous, agonizing...

"It sings, yes. But the song is all wrong."

Cole's strange lilt pulls Eleran back to the present, allowing the jarring song to fade into the back of her attention. "Cole?"

"It will go away once we leave it." He whispers comfortingly, although it leaves Ellie more puzzled than soothed.

She'll try to speak to Solas as soon as she gets back to Skyhold. Surely her hahren would be able to help her decipher the tangles of feeling and noise that would haunt her dreams for nights to come.

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AU where Eleran never ends up at the Conclave, and becomes Keeper. She specializes in intensive healing magic, and the clan rarely ventures too closely to human civilization, preferring to keep their business among the Dalish. After witnessing the effects of Corypheus and Fen'harel from a distance, Eleran decides it might be safer to keep to themselves rather than join forces, even with the rebel elves. She’s mistrustful and wary of outsiders. The clan tends to roam the northern parts of Thedas, where the weather is warmer, and