#eurydice lavellan

[star--nymph]

there is a breach where her heart is

(study of this and please click for resolution)

[greypetrel]

A moonlit randez-vous 🌙🗡🦊

Surprise surprise, I'm jumping in on an OC Kiss Week this year too, in combo with @violettenouvel 's Kiss Art February. Hopefully I'll last the whole week! Starting the week with @star--nymph's Eurydice Lavellan and my Mahariel, Alyra. on The Kiss by Silvio Allason. Thank you so much, Kat! Alyra would be a big suppoter for Eury, particularly in her most unhinged moments. If they manage not to clash... I don't think Thedas is ready, LOL.

[shivunin]

In Golden Ruins

For Day 2 of @ockissweek I borrowed the lovely Eurydice from @star--nymph. I was considering what to write and I decided that the world needed baby Eury and Emma c: Thanks for letting me borrow your gal!

(Eurydice Lavellan & Emmaera Lavellan | 1072 Words | No warnings)

Emmaera sought Eurydice an hour or so before dusk, when the clan was busy trying to cook meals and count halla. Her friend had vanished from the tents and trees, had slipped away during someone’s argument after lunch, and she hadn’t been seen since.

This was not a surprise. Eury had a habit of leaving without a word when she’d had too much, and today had been no different. Emmaera knew all the sorts of places her friend would hide in the woods. She found her easily, some fifteen minutes from the camp, huddled beside a log and watching a bird on the branch above her. 

Emmaera settled beside her, tucking her very first staff against the log beside them. For a time, the two of them sat in silence broken only by the distant singing of some bird and the soft sound of wind through the leaves. 

“I found some old ruins close by,” she said at last, speaking with all the confident assurance a ten-year old could muster. She even folded her hands in her lap like the Keeper did when she was teaching Emmaera something. “We could go see it if you want. There are halla drawings on the walls. Some of them are gold.”

For a time, Eury said nothing, but at last she uncurled herself and stood, rocking slightly on her feet. Emmaera didn’t offer her hand. She stood instead, taking her staff in hand and starting off through the woods. After a moment, she pulled a soft cloth from her pocket and held it out behind her. There had been tear stains on Eury’s cheeks; she couldn’t do anything about what had happened, but she could at least offer some comfort. If there was time when they got to the ruin, she could see if Eury wanted help with the twigs and leaves tangled in her pale hair. She liked it when Eury helped comb hers; maybe her friend would like help with the same. 

“Almost there,” she said after a moment. A tug on her sleeve, a cloth pressed into her hand. Emmaera took it and tucked it away again, pretending not to notice that Eury was still holding onto her sleeve. 

They reached the top of the hill over the ruins and stopped, looking down on a loose connection of ruined buildings in a familiar style. When her father had been here, Emmaera would have fetched him to look at them, to tell her what they all meant. Now, nobody but her seemed to remember how much he’d cared about mosaics and stonework and all the little things he brushed free from the earth. 

Well—nobody else remembered, but at least Eury cared enough to listen. 

“Here,” she might say, pausing in front of a mosaic. “I think this one is supposed to be Andruil—see the bow?” 

Or— “This is Elgar’nan, don’t you think? Look at the crown.” 

Eury didn’t speak for most of it, but stopped before the painting of Ghilan’nain as Emmaera had known she would, tiny bare feet twisting to and fro in the dirt. 

“Do you want to hear the story again?” Emmaera asked. Eury nodded, hands lifting to her hair, fingers tangling with the silvery strands. 

She’d brought snacks in her pack; it was always difficult to tell if Eurydice had snatched food on her way out, but she hadn’t thought so today. If nothing else, the fruit and crunchy bread would be something to tide her over until the evening meal. She set them next to Eury on a crumbled piece of pillar and sat, tucking her feet up before her. 

It was a familiar story, one she’d shared with Eurydice since she’d first learned how to tell stories. There was something about the idea of being remade in new skin that she liked. Or—maybe it was the idea that trying hard enough, doing well enough would always be rewarded. It was hard to say. But she spoke and Eury listened and that was well enough of a success for her to count it. 

“White fur sprang from her skin,” she said at last, when half the food was gone and Eury had finished untangling her hair, “so that she would always bound free over the plains, never caged or tied up—”

“—and Ghilan’nain would always find her way home,” Eury said, voice rusty from disuse. 

“But as for how–that’s a story for another time,” Emmaera finished, and nudged Eury’s elbow with her own. “Better?”

“Better,” Eury said, and nudged the bundle of food closer to Emmaera. “Eat. You’re hungry.”

“Am not,” Emmaera said, but took an apple from the pile and bit into it. 

“Can hear your stomach,” Eurydice murmured, pulling a face. “You forgot to eat. If it’s loud, it needs food, yes? Yes.”

She couldn’t argue with that; she had forgotten to eat yesterday when she’d found the ruins and she couldn’t remember if she’d had lunch today, either. Emmaera took another bite and studied the mosaic, thinking. They ought to head back to the camp soon. The sun was starting to set now, painting gold and orange over the ruins around them. Though she knew her way back to camp in the dark, it would be better to start back while they could still avoid the roots and rocks on the pathway back. Eury had a deft way of dodging most of them, but Emmaera hadn’t yet gained the same skill. She’d trip over most of the roots and rocks between here and the camp if it got too dark before they headed back. 

She unfolded herself from the cold stone now, stretching her arms and taking her staff from the forest floor. 

“Come on,” she said. “You can sit between me and Mirwen at the fire. We won’t let anybody bother you.” 

Eury grimaced and stood, stealing a kiss from Emmaera’s cheek once she’d found her feet. Emmaera offered her staff and Eury took it just under her hand, an easy compromise for someone who often disliked being touched. 

They walked on into the woods, not talking for the moment. The forest grew quieter as the light fell, birds tucking themselves into the nests for the day, deer finding their dens. The girls passed their way into the shadows, leaving no trace behind save a handful of crumbs before an old mosaic, overgrown and all but forgotten in the oldest part of the wood.

[bitchesofostwick]

OC kiss week: emilia + eurydice

ethereal eurydice lavellan belongs to @star--nymph. this specific fic was inspired by art that kat did probably about three years ago of eurydice at the exalted council, shortly after losing her arm, remarking on how little the world thanked her or even cared about what she tried to do for them all. that art has stuck with me for literal years now, and i finally wanted to thank eurydice in a way that she deserves and hopefully a way she accepts.

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“If there’s anything else we can do for Clan Lavellan, please let us know,” Emilia says, bowing once to the Inquisitor—or rather, the former Inquisitor. It’s been some time now since she’s worn the weight of the title, and though a part, a small part, of her envies her freedom of shedding it, she knows it’s come at a cost to her. But bringing aid and refuge to Lavellan and her clan is something good, and if there’s anything Emilia ever wanted in the title of her own, it’s to do good.

“I will,” Lavellan says, perhaps a little stiffly. “Yes.” She looks behind her, as though looking for something; eventually her violet eyes rest upon her husband. Cullen Rutherford. Another name from Emilia’s past. He looks better than the last time she saw him, though—leagues better, if a little older, a little more worn. 

We all are, though.

“When Alistair and I heard that the former Inquisitor planned to settle down in Ferelden, I knew I had to come. To apologize on behalf of Arl Teagan, of course, but also to…” She sees the way Lavellan’s eyes darken at the name of Ferelden’s ambassador for the Exalted Council. She’s known Teagan to grow more stubborn, more politically aggressive as he’s aged, and she has no doubt he was less than warm to the Inquisitor at the council. She clears her throat. “But also to welcome you. I regret that I was not there when you helped rid Redcliffe of the Venatori. But you must know that you have our thanks.”

Lavellan holds herself still, though her glaze flickers from Cullen to Emilia. “I did not do it for Ferelden,” she says finally. “And I did not do it for any shemlen. The Venatori needed to be eliminated. They were in Ferelden. They were in my way, yes? Yes. That was all.”

Years before, Emilia might have grown frustrated, holding herself to such decorum only to be dismissed. But she understands. And she nods. “Not all good is intended as a service to another,” she says carefully. “But it is good nonetheless. And I—and Ferelden—thanks you nonetheless. We are indebted to you, Lady Lavellan. The world will move forward and time will pass, but we will not forget what you have done here.” 

She steps forward and outstretches her hand, and Lavellan pauses, quiet and still as she has been for the entirety of Emilia’s visit, but after long pause she offers her hand, and Emilia bows once more, brushing her lips over her knuckles.

“Thank you, Lady Lavellan,” she says, stepping back and whistling once to Prince, who trots over obediently. “And good day to you.”

[vitablackwater]

Celestial Puff

09.12.2019 warmup sketch ♥♥

Eurydice by @star--nymph

[lavanderlavellan]

@star—nymph ‘s Eurydice ever since I first saw her! I love her profile so much

[actual-lich-queen]

Stole @star--nymph‘s Eurydice Lavellan for today’s sketch.

[fieryaxolotl]

Crown Portrait - Eurydice Lavellan

@star--nymph Eurydice Lavellan is next in the Crown Portrait Serie.

A HUGE THANK YOU for letting me draw her!

Eurydice is wearing the A3 crown