#iander lavellan

[queenaeducan]

For my birthday I commissioned Iander (Ian) Lavellan and his fiddle from @catebees and he turned out so beautifully! Thank you so much for sketching him

Ian is non-binary (he/they) and is @theshirallen's OC

[queenaeducan-writes]

Var Shiral'vhen - Chapter 22: To Choose Courage

Non-binary Lavellan/Solas. Rated M. Chapter Summary: With the Breach sealed, the Inquisition turns its thoughts to the future. Ian musters the courage to attempt something he has never attempted before.

“Lethallen,” Solas offers the greeting with an incline of his head. “Have you come seeking solitude, or are you enjoying the party?”

“I–um.” Ian looks back over his shoulder as he crests the little hill, pausing before he lifts his hand to the door’s latch. “Both, I suppose. I–someone suggested I fetch my fiddle, and it seemed–I thought it might be nice. It seems a good night to play.”

Solas nods, though his smile feels distant when he offers a reply, “Played in the name of celebration it will sound all the sweeter. It always does.”

Ian purses his lips, questions locked in the press of his tongue to his teeth as he pushes open the door, tapping his heels free of slush before crossing the threshold. He doesn’t remain long, needing nothing more from this space than the retrieval of the tattered fiddle case. Rather than sling it across his shoulder, he tucks it beneath one arm as he exits, careful to latch the door behind him in his wake.

He doesn’t move to leave, pausing in the shadows of the awning as he looks to Solas. “Are you in search of solitude, then?” he wonders. “That you–that you linger so far from those who would celebrate your achievement, today?”

It is not often Solas could be described as hesitant, but he delays now in his answer, his words coming slowly and with a small shake of his head. “Not solitude. Meditation, perhaps. The evening invites reflection as much as it does revelry.”

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[tinybatjoly]

For @dragonagekissweek

Day 3: Fade

Solas x Iander Lavellan (non-binary, he/him pronouns)

It is beautiful, here. Threads of reality and whimsy weave together, reinforced with the peace and purpose in his heart.  His heart takes him by the hand, when he arrives. When his dreams expand and catch him. A safe landing, a gentle home.  Flowers bloom here, familiar and foreign. They burst into being in the prints of his boots, thrilling and vibrant as he steps into the guiding tug of the fingers threaded with his.  Solas kisses his fingers, first. Bare of his gloves, lips soft against his knuckles. A moment and an eternity, in that kiss. Longer in the one that follows, their lips meeting with the same gossamer texture as petals after rain.

[pancakesprince]

avery stahl (he/him) - @tortoise-teapot genevieve (she/her) - @abneyart iander lavellan (he/they) - @theshirallen & @queenaeducan

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gen's the only one on artfight but i was like hm... i want to draw more solasmancers.. picks the ocs i know first klasmfiw

[theharellan]

my month’s patreon reward from @destinyapostasy of @dalishfreckles (ian) post-inquisition/pre-trespasser and looking like he could really use a hug. someone.............. please help him.

[queenaeducan]

going to try to write drabbles for @dragonagekissweek! starting off with solas x non-binary!lavellan (aka solian) day one: morning

In the moments before dawn crowns the horizon, the world holds its breath for Iander Lavellan. Solas, too, measures his.

For once, the pressure he feels is not the burden of command nor the duty he has bore since his first sunrise, but the weight of Ian's head upon the pillow of his chest.

And his hair tickling his nose.

When Ian stirs, the sun rises golden. Not one to be outdone by the heavens, Solas strains the tendons of his neck, planting a kiss where Ian's hair parts, so that he might steal the day's first smile for himself.

[queenaeducan]

day seven - celebration solas x non-binary!lavellan. aka solian.

Solas had heard the vows in the mouths of the People a hundred times before this, words said between lovers who had nothing but themselves, never dreaming they would one day be his. Ian traces the shape of his lips with a wonder greater than any divine worship— a love he can touch.

Though he is the taller one between them, it seems, somehow, that Ian falls upon him; kissing him as he has done a thousand times before now.

And yet all is made new.

There are no endings, only new beginnings written in the corners of Ian's smile.

[queenaeducan]

His love could burn against me like a bonfire.