Revan either meets Wyndel or Ellem first, but in any case, she ends up agreeing to train Wyndel and marrying Ellem. She usually helps Ellem get onto the Council (or convince him to leave the Order all together).
It pains Revan immensely because Wyndel and Ellem keep trying to kill each other.
Kader is the elder of Revan’s sons by the Legion brothers----he’s Wyndel’s. Ames comes shortly after as Ellem’s. At first the contemplates hiding the fact that Kader isn’t Ellem’s but she quickly admits to him being Wyndel’s.
Wyndel and Ellem take turns teaching Kader and Ames, but they both prefer Wyndel, despite his tendency to shock them at even the slightly provocation. Revan is highly objective of this.
Thing from: http://selcouthwitch.tumblr.com/post/142216400353/ultimate-angst-meme for @incornoctem
Demon AU. Trigger warning for torture.
No, this isn’t right.
Oh, but it was. Silindra’s chest ached with the pleasure at seeing the mighty Jesse Ames bound and broken before her. As it turns out, the caverns beneath Karazhan mentioned to her by Darvin had their uses, as only the most vile of scum ever ventured down there. Them, and the unfortunate souls they took as their victims.
He hung from swollen wrists, what remained of his clothing was shredded and stained. She had shed that old temple robe her usual self wore in preference of a more sinister arrangement. A whip danced menacingly at her side. The scent of sweat and blood overtook her senses.
Horrendous.
Magnificent.
“Are you enjoying yourself, sweet?” she purred, tapping the whip against her leg. Silvery eyes inspected the enchantments on his shackles, humming in satisfaction at her handiwork. It seemed as though Khadgar’s teachings were finally coming in handy. “I hope so, because-”
Mid-sentence, she tore the whip across the softer tissue of his cheek. “-I am most certainly having a ball.”
Stop it, he doesn’t deserve this.
No one ever did. That made it all the more delicious.
“I think your little reward will be just about ready.” In the corner, angrily sizzling on a metal stove, was a pile of red-hot coals. Silindra winked at her prisoner, striding over painfully slowly to reach for the tongs.
Revan hummed softly as she leaned against her son, her hand reaching to bury themselves in his hair. If there was one thing she loved doing, it was showing those she cared about affection.
