Hello dear ♥ Any headcanons about what the accommodations (at Skyhold) of the Inquisitor's companions look like? Have a nice day :3
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Let’s see - it’s not much clear where the companions sleep, not all of them, anyway. Bull may sleep in that ruined room in one of the towers where his sex scene plays; Blackwall probably sleeps in the stables; Sera is the only one whose room is canonly shown. For the others, we can just assume they were all given their own room in the quarters tower, at the top of which there are the Inquisitor’s rooms.
There are also those rooms overlooking the inner garden. If I remember correctly, one of them is already occupied by an agent or worker of the Inquisition, who left a personal letter on the dresser. Another one is ruined and it hasn’t been repaired, so I doubt anyone sleeps there. There are only other two rooms, I think (or maybe even one, I can’t remember), where a companion may sleep.
It seems that Vivienne is using the balcony in the hall as her own personal study - I doubt she sleeps there, on the couch, but it’s clear how rich her life and habits are just by observing the precious things she surrounders herself with. It almost looks like she doesn’t have any more room in her quarters and had to put all the extra books and paintings she had on that balcony.
Same thing counts for Dorian - the nook in the library is his precious, safe space, but I can’t imagine him snoring on that armchair, so he probably has his own room in the quarters tower, which he filled with more books and precious stuff like Vivienne (and probably some bottles of wine, which he sometimes steals from the cellar, as Josephine reveals in an untriggered ambient conversation).
We don’t even know if Cole needs to sleep - he probably needs to in his more human form, but I doubt his more spirit nature does. So depending on that, he may either be given a room in the quarters tower - which he would fill with stones, pretty leaves, and trinkets found here and there - or simply stay in that space above the tavern, which he says he likes a lot.
Cassandra and Varric’s rooms are definitely practical and I don’t see them spending much time there - Cassandra spends most of her time training, Varric likes being where he can see and hear people, that is right in the hall, in front of the roaring fireplace. A book, cards, and a mug of ale is all he needs (Cassandra just needs a sword and a book and she’s set for the day).
As for Solas, I can imagine his room as being barely used, except maybe for the bed. He doesn’t own much and everything he needs is ready in his pack, so the wardrobe and dresser are empty, also because at first he expects to leave early and quietly, without arousing suspicion. Then, as more time goes on and he starts to actively live in Skyhold, with the people in it, the dresser and drawers get increasingly filled with spare clothes, new books, some pieces of armors, clean handkerchiefs, even gifts.
Of course, things get even more interesting if any one of them - Varric, Vivienne, and Cole not included - are romanced. Imagine all the cute details and things one would find in their room or in the Inquisitor’s quarters.
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Alrighty, I have another one. lol Headcanons about the Inquisitor's companions food & drink preferences + a bonus about your lovely Scarlet Lavellan? :>
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I imagine Blackwall and Varric eating and drinking pretty hearty things: steaming stews, mead, ale, brown bread, cheese and some sausages, too. Blackwall doesn’t really look like an Orlesian, even in terms of general tastes and way of fighting, reasoning, speaking, and Varric complains to Hawke how disgusting Orlesian cuisine is to him (“Did you know that they eat snails here?”).
Vivienne and Dorian have of course refined tastes, but while Vivienne is perfectly used to - and content with - Orlesian dishes (but I can see her having a soft spot for simple things, like cookies and butter soup), Dorian likes richer tastes and doesn’t refuse to try new things, like Fereldan or Free Marcher dishes. I can see him pretending to wrinkle his nose at that baked fish that is so loved at Starkhaven, but actually craving for more after eating it. As for drink, we all know he loves wine and if the Antivan one is anything like our Italian one, he probably loves that one.
Cassandra eats everything, except for a few exceptions. She might come from a noble, rich house, but her childhood sounds terribly practical, surrounded by corpses that got more attention than her. I can see her and her brother being left alone for long periods of time; they could eat well and were never left wanting more, but there wasn’t the same attention and effort put into it like in, say, Dorian’s family. Also, when she became Seeker, her military, harsh life, even if high-ranked, led her to develop even simpler tastes and needs.
Same counts for Sera: you can’t have difficult tastes and be picky when you live in the streets as an elven girl. Even if she was raised by a human woman for a time, I doubt she could eat everything she wanted. We see her drink ale at The Herald’s Rest at Skyhold and she becomes drunk during the round of Wicked Grace, so she definitely loves alcohol.
Bull probably loves meat and fish, but also baked food. I can’t imagine him eating sugary stuff, but he may enjoy tarts and cookies from time to time - they don’t even have those in Seheron and Par Vollen! ;_;
As for Cole, that depends on whether he becomes more spirit or human. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need to eat and drink in the first case; in the second one, it will be like being born anew and discovering new tastes along the way. I can’t imagine him holding his liquor well, but he would avidly eat all the homemade pies and stuffed salty cakes he can find.
As for Solas, it’s canon that he doesn’t eat much, but often requests tea from the kitchen, which has to be made in a special way he explained to the cooks (World of Thedas 2). We know that he enjoys the Orlesian frilly cakes, though, and I’m pretty sure it’s also canon, by now, that he has a huge sweet tooth and always craves for more cakes and sweet things. He probably follows a light diet of meat and vegetables and I can picture him sitting content and happy with a steaming bowl of potato soup in his hand. ; v ;
Scarlet adores spicy stuff! She would add spices and pepper to any dish and she misses the delicate, but also tasty and strong Dalish food from her clan. She doesn’t drink alcohol - only on special occasions - and the only kind of “wine” she enjoys is the hot, Dalish one her clan would make during winter.
*appears from the Fade* So, maybe someone already asked - what might Solas smell like? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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I personally headcanon Solas smelling mainly like paper and grass. You know, that old parchment smell that sticks to you after you spend a great deal of time among ancient books and yellow pages.
Grass because he wandered across Thedas and lived a secluded life, seldom washing his clothes (unwashed apostate hobo), which are also everything he owns according to the Art of Dragon Age: Inquisition, at least at the start of the game (although I bet the smell of grass and dirt lingers on him even after changing his robes).
Then, a faint scent of ink, paint, and sweat too. Solas seems to write down notes and study a lot in the rotunda, a true scholar, so he should be stained with ink, charcoal, and paint from the frescoes. Also he is confirmed to be a little bit shabby both by banter in game and the official artwork descriptions. I think he loses himself so much into his studies and art he hardly pays attention to his clothes and looks and doesn’t really care for them.
Apparently he was like that even in youth, during his time as Fen’Harel (“The Dread Wolf comes in humble guises”).
A romanced Solas also smells like Lavellan’s perfume and love ( ´ ▽ ` )
When it rains, he almost seems to smell like wet dog, but none of his companions can confirm that.
At the end of Trespasser, he smells like smoke, steel, and blood, but there is still a hint of grass underneath it all.
I hope that at the end of this mess, he will smell like good food eaten by the hearth, old paper, and love again ; v ;
[[ this is a commissioned fic for elyhumanoid in exchange for the art she is creating for me. I hope you like it, Ely! :) ]]
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Alexis Trevelyan threw the book at Dorian. He caught it with a grin and an arch of his eyebrow.
“What’s this?” Dorian asked, fingering through the pages.
“Something smutty I found hidden in Cassandra’s room.” Alexis said.
“You didn’t!” Dorian flicked through the pages with new vigor, his glossy dark hair bent over the page. She longed to run her hands through it, but stopped herself by digging her hands into her pockets. She could not ignore what had transpired between Dorian and his father at the tavern in Redcliffe.
Alexis bit her lip and pushed the thought away. “Check page 44.”
He sat down as he did so, and Alexis squeezed in beside him in the large chair in his bookcase-lined alcove. She fought the grin on her face as he found the page and began reading, his mouth dropping open.
He looked up slowly, his honey-brown eyes connecting with her hazel ones. He glanced from side to side before leaning in, his lips close to the freckled, golden skin of her cheek. “Cassandra actually reads this?”
Alexis bit her tongue between her teeth and nodded. Dorian brought the book closer and placed his finger on the page while the other twirled the tip of his mustache.
He whispered, “Lady Melindra began caressing his member, her fingers dancing over his skin. She had always been an expert flute player, but this instrument was much larger.” He chuckled and looked up at her. “Oh this is gold!”
“Keep going,” Alexis elbowed his side.
“She took the instrument between her lips, testing the girth and hardness. And when her playing began to emit cries, she knew she had mastered this instrument too.” Dorian laughed again and snapped the book shut. “I’m keeping this.”
“Not for too long, or Cass will find out and shield bash my face!” Alexis said.
Dorian smirked. “Then don’t let her find out its missing.”
Alexis elbowed him again. He paused and narrowed his eyes at her. He tilted his head.
“You’ve cut your hair.” Before Alexis could respond, Dorian’s fingers caressed the shaved sides of her head. She shivered. He smiled and tousled the long part left on top.
“Like it?” She said. “I thought it would be more practical in battle.”
Dorian drew his hands away and began stroking his goatee. “Yes, I do like it.” He grinned. “A bit like mine, even.”
“And yours is so lovely.” She boldly reached out touch his dark hair.
“I know,” he winked. He shifted a bit, reaching for the table beside the chair. He grabbed a book and removed a piece of paper from inside of it. “Speaking of practical, I have something for you.”
“For me?” She playfully batted her eyelashes, despite the fact that her heart thumped wildly in her chest.
Dorian pressed the paper to his chest. “You were so kind to accompany me to Redcliffe to face my father. I wanted to do something in return.”
Alexis tilted her head at him. “Dorian, there is no need. You’re--”
Dorian pressed a finger to her lips and it was as if he had zapped her with one of his electric spells. He flipped the paper around to reveal a sketch of a beautiful Tevinter-style gown--with a Dorian twist, of course. Alexis’s mind went blank as she slowly took the paper. Dorian grinned at her expression, and she simply gulped.
“For the ball at the Winter Palace.” Dorian ran his hand through his hair. “And you better take me along.”
Alexis nodded absent-mindedly as her fingertips traced the expert, elegant lines of the gown. It was a shimmery-silver color, with a gem encrusted bodice and a high, dramatic collar. It had an asymmetrical neckline with one long sleeve and one exposed arm.
Dorian frowned. “Well say something, dammit. Or I’ll start to think you find it ugly.”
Alexis exhaled slowly. “No it’s…” She met his prying gaze. “It’s gorgeous.” She blinked several times, willing back the heat behind her eyes. She suddenly felt silly and fixed her attention on a tome on the shelf. She hadn’t expected such a kind gesture, nor had she expected to react to it in such a way. Dorian opened his mouth to speak, but she shook herself back to reality just in time to cut in.
“Are you making this?”
Dorian held a finger up. “Ah, I’m glad you asked. Can you believe I found a seamstress here at Skyhold? And from Orlais, too! I’ve even had her take in and modify a few of my garments.” He paused to admire his outfit. “They’ve turned out quite nice, for an Orlesian seamstress that is.” He turned his attention back to her. “Well, I’ve given her a bit of gold and she tells me she’ll have the gown ready in time for the ball.”
Alexis placed the sketch on her knees and closed her eyes. She sought strength from the solidness of his body next to hers and took comfort in the smell of his spicy-sweet hair-pomade.
“Oh dear, what is it?” Dorian’s voice was flat.
She slowly opened her eyes to find Dorian’s face now filled with concern.
Alexis glanced at the various Inquisition agents lingering near the alcove. Her heart thumped so violently she was sure it would burst from her chest.
“Do you mind if we...go somewhere...more private?” She lowered her voice.
Dorian’s eyebrows knit as he tilted his head. “Oh--of course.” He rose from the chair and offered her his hand. She took it with a half smile.
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Out on the ramparts, the bitter wind from the Frostbacks whipped across her face, making her eyes water. Dorian squinted against it, having much of the same reaction. She thought perhaps if she did lose control, there might be a chance he would not expect tears, but rather that she too was a victim of the strong wind.
They leaned against the wall as Dorian turned to face her, his arms crossed.
“Now will you tell me what’s troubling you?”
Alexis opened and closed her mouth several times as words bubbled up and exploded within seconds.
Dorian raised an eyebrow and sighed. “I know we didn’t come out here to freeze our bottoms off--”
“I love you.” She blurted out. Suddenly the cold wind was nothing compared to the level of heat rising to her cheeks. She looked away--anywhere but Dorian. She wanted to jump from the rampart and run across the courtyard to Sera or Cassandra--to anyone but him.
“Ah,” he finally said, softly. She slowly looked back and met his gaze. Her heart squeezed in her chest.
She held her hands up. “Before you say anything--I know. I perfectly understood what happened between you and your father. I know you prefer the company of men--and I don’t condemn you for that. I’d never condemn you for that, you must know.”
Her heart was screaming; her throat dry. She licked her lips and gulped hard.
“...thank you.” He said.
She lost her words for a moment and the wind whistled between them. Dorian took a step toward her and she froze. He took her hand in his. She looked down at it, nearly laughing despite it all at how calloused her hand was from using her bow, but at how smooth and unmarked his was. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
“I am sorry if I lead you to believe we could be something more.” Dorian said.
Alexis shook her head. “There is no need to be sorry, Dorian. You are who you are. I would never try to change you.”
“I appreciate that, Alexis.” He squeezed her hand. “But I want you to know that you have been a true friend--and those are hard to come by these days.”
She sucked back the tears as they threatened again. She nodded, forcing a smile. She could be his best friend until the end of time, but she would never be satisfied with just that. The fact that she could never truly have him was endless; her chest physically hurt.
An errant tear spilled down her cheek. She quickly untangled her hand from his and turned away. She coughed and casually wiped at her cheek, as if the wind had simply blown a bit of dried leaf at her.
“I know how you feel.” Dorian said quietly from behind her.
She blinked several times and took a breath before turning back to him. She crossed her arms.
Dorian leaned against the wall and stared across the courtyard. “Back in Tevinter, there was a man that I...that I loved.” He cleared his throat and she took a step closer. “But he was not like me. He--well, he loved someone else--a woman.”
She placed a hand on his back.
“That was when I tried to pretend with the woman my father wanted me to marry--but I simply couldn’t live a lie.”
Dorian shook his head and turned to her once more. “With the inquisition, and with you, I don’t have to live a lie. You have given me a new life.” He took her hand and kissed it. “No one else can claim that fact but you, Alexis. And besides--” He grinned and shook his head.
“What?”
He sighed and lowered his voice. “Well if I was interested in women, I want you to know that you’d be the first person I’d go to.” He winked and she began to feel like it would be enough. Just being near him everyday, as a friend, could be enough.
He kept hold of her hand and lead her back to the door. “Now then, how about a fitting with the seamstress? I’m dying to see you in a gown of my own creation--you’re going to look marvelous.”
Alexis blushed. “If I look marvelous, it’ll be because of you.”
