#inquisition lavellan

[annalyia]

hey guys, i’m back with another dragon age fic!  can be found here on ao3

title: sunlight rating: T pairing: Male Lavellan/Dorian Pavus length (this chapter): 2,882 summary:  the transition from a life of freedom to one of slavery is not easy. thankfully, dareth lavellan finds himself in a curious enough position to soften the blow. an adoptive family that cares for him and a master who is more concerned with the pursuit of knowledge than anything else lead to an interesting time to say the least.

[mango-parfait]

“Thank you for helping Kieran deliver the letter, Inquisitor Lavellan. And if Morrigan allows it, I would love to receive more letters. As tough as some days can get, Kieran brings a small comfort to me.” - Warden Aelen Surana to Inquisitor Elbereth Lavellan -- A quick comic of an idea I’ve had for a long time because I was a little sad that we don’t get to talk to Kieran more other than that little introduction. I just want to hear more things about the Warden bls  Art Tag | Ko-Fi | Instagram | Commissions are closed!

[aurumis]

My OC Minerva Lavellan and Azer of my friend Suzume Mizuno! Hope you like it!

[rageagainstthemarine]

Dori/fae “did u do this to urself?” (Tumblr won’t let me copy paste today)

“Did you do this to yourself?” Dorian asked, a curse somewhere in the bite of his words as he peeled the sleeve away from his arm. Maybe he had, Fahleon thought, in a way. With his teeth grit tight against pain and his lips sealed in fear of asking for help. Hiding until he couldn’t anymore and the glow from the anchor seeped from cracks crawling up his shoulder brighter and hotter than the sun itself. 

Cool air smacked cold and relieving on his skin and Fahleon’s hiss was lost in the spit of steam where the fade cracks cooled. Dorian yanked his fingers away before he was burned. 

“‘M fine.”

“Say that one more time and I’ll tell the healers to sew your mouth shut, too.”

[rageagainstthemarine]

“I just want u to b happy” - Raya/Fahleon “Am I not good enough for u?” Dorian/Fahleon

Fahleon grimaced at the shadow poised along the wall of his quarters. The flickering candlelight made the shape unsteady but he didn’t need a clear view to know who it was. Time made sure of that. 

“Get out here,” he called to the room, after he fully entered, and he crossed his arms with a sigh before Raya even picked her way through the mess of half-read reports and haphazardly tossed books. She had the decency to look guilty, at least, with her head down. He rolled his eyes. “Where did you put it?”

“Nowhere.” 

He raised a brow. “The last time there were maggots in my sheets. 

Raya snorted. “I said nowhere. I gave it to Dorian so I know you’ll get it this time. The pie has pears in it this time.”

“And it’s going to make me fat.”

“Maybe that’s the plan,” she said, but Fahleon didn’t find it funny. She pouted. “I just want you to be happy and I know the pies-”

“I don’t need to be happy,” he said, and spat the last word out. It tasted wrong on his tongue. As did the last pie. They all tasted wrong, each one more so than the last. If anything, it was making her plan sour faster. “Try bread, next time.”

“Am I not good enough for you?” Dorian asked, and Fahleon snorted. Hands dropped their holds on his wrists to cup his chin and hold him in place, and Fahleon nearly tore them off when Dorian dug his nails into the hollows of his cheeks. He couldn’t look away from the wetness in the mage’s eyes or the color staining his face behind the mustache but he didn’t have to see it. 

“I never said-”

Dorian let go of him to throw his hands up. Exasperated. Angry. Finished. So long as he wasn’t touching him anymore. Fahleon rubbed at his face with the hell of his hand. Dorian spat. “That’s the thing, my dear Herald-” he said, and Fahleon’s eyes narrowed at the habit he picked up, of calling him that like it was an insult, “-you never say anything. Not ‘hello’ or ‘nice to see you’ or ‘I miss you’. Not once.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes! I-”, Dorian cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. “No. Not if you don’t mean it. I’ve had enough of lies about my love life.”