#inquisitor dawn

[disasterdraws]

Fuck it I'm never touching this thing again, I love you Dawn but drawing you realistically is a pain in the ass I refuse to deal with. FUCK ITTTTT.

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Aftermath

I am too lazy to edit and I am sorry.

Dawn and Solas heavy, a little happy at the end if you squint. I'll probably tear this apart eventually but ehhhhh.

She wakes up aching, not just the dull ache in her chest that's been a constant companion, but the more physical symptoms of her time with the blasted cult. A small reaches out and grabs her shirt. Dawn opens her eyes and tried not to hiss as the stitches are pulled as well and she gently releases the sleeping childs hands. He’s in a scrunched up little ball, all two and a half years of tiny elf, with his mother wrapped around him, her hair completing the circle of protection he had created for himself.

  Carefully she extracts herself, ignoring the blood stains on the bed as she stumbled out of the sheets. Her feet meet bare stone and chocolate orbs glance back at her child. A soft smile spreads across her features and Dawn runs a hand down his face. This is a big change almost too soon after the events but he is strong. Leaning down she brushes her lips over the bald head. She hopes he is stronger than she is.

  Dawn feels Abolas’s presence before she sees him. Its not threatening, he is outside the room but she does not know how long he had been there but she sighs and stands. The room is circular, pillars around the space where the bed is, where it was meant as a living space at one time is irrelevant for its hers now. Grabbing a robe of some time Josphine had sent she slips it on and starts toward the ancient elf.

  “Did you need something?” Dawns words come out curter than she intended, she hisses and adjusts her side. She should not have used so much mana, but blind rage led her to rip out the throats of ten elves who dared touch her child. The only thing she thanks them for is giving him the sleeping potion that will render the event the stuff of a nightmare, scary, but something he can dismiss in the long run.

  He turns, and it occurs to her he has been standing guard directly outside her door. His eyes are different from when they met at the Temple of Mythal and the voices whisper to trust him even as she stands ten feet from him. He gives her a bow that makes her about as uncomfortable as the respect in his eyes.

  “Morning Wolf Mother.” He speaks and Dawn’s face and insides twist. Crossing her arms she looks away forcefully and stares at a pillar beside the door. These ruins were looking better and better with each passing day thanks to the Inquisition.

  “How?” Her voice is pained, she had told no one of Solas’s true identity since she had discovered it herself. Only Malcolm truly knew why the cult had taken her son and even that was simply because he was smart enoug to connect the dots.

  “The cult, they believed your son was Fen’Harel reincarnated.” Dawn gave a laugh and turned back to the bed. “Is it not true? He carries the power of the Dread Wolf inside him.” she glanced over her shoulder at him, the freckles standing out against skin too pale from blood loss.

  “No, no, the truth is just as unbelievable once it passes through lips unheaded.” She slips into elvhen because it is easier with the whispering in her head. Memories slip by her mind and she turns away once again so he does not see the pain in her eyes, and the happiness. Solas’s laugh immediatly comes to mind and she covers her mouth and closes her eyes to focus on the sound.

  “Mamea!” a little voice calls out in fear and Dawn opens her eyes as the toddle looks at her from his pile of blankets, his ears sagging in half-sleep. Her lips twitch in a smile and she holds out her arms, the small elf is all too eager to climb down from the bed and walk unsteadily to her, Dawn scoops him up and he giggles. She ties him in her shawl, twisting it so he can lay against her, Koju yawns and settles against her chest.

  “I am here da’mi.” she says, craddling him. Abelos looks on, she cannot place the look in his eyes but she can sense the moment it clicks as his face changes in recognition.

  “Do you know where the Wolf treads?” His voice is soft and Dawn is surprised at the phrase, he was coding it, for Koju.

  “If he knew he would not have left us.” Dawn sighs and holds the child closer, he is already asleep in her arms.

  “Are you sure he does not know?” The ancient warrior sounds skeptical and Dawn is too tired to be angry at the question after three years. But she had to pause.

  “It is doubtful he does not know there is another source of his power in the world, but he would not suspect a child to have been the cause.” She sighs and walks over to the small table and chairs by the balcony. Outside the sun is starting to rise over the horizon. “If you were going to kill us, you could’ve done it last night. So why are you here.”

  “Because that Solas was right.”

  Dawn does not look back, so the warrior did not know after all. “That does not explain your presence outside my door.” He had wandered in behind her, remaining a respectful distance away at all times.

  “You need protection, and so does the child, whatever the source of his heritage. You hold the last of the knowledge of the priests of Mythal, and he holds a piece of Fen’Harel in some form.” He was stubborn, she’d give him that.

  “So you want a job?” Dawn snorted, sitting down and being careful not to jostle Koju as he nuzzled closer to her warmth in the morning air. “I can take care of myself and my son thank you.” But they both know she cannot, not like this, even as sharp as her teeth were.

  “I already have one, the large beast man made me ‘Head of Security’. I will ensure the safety of the hopes in the elves, and for now, they lie with you two.” He said, she could feel the Imperious nod he gave before disappearing, Dawn had no doubt he would not be far though.

  She sat there for another hour, watching the world move on.

  “Together we are safe. Apart we are strong.” she said in a shaky voice, looking down at the mini-version of Solas in her arms. It was almost hilarious the warrior had not immediately made the connection, but he had yet to get a good look at her child either. Finally making the decision to get moving with her day the elf stood tall and went over to the recently delivered wardrobe and picked out something fairly simple.

  A tunic with no arms with the classic elvhen style, a corset to keep her insides from falling out, and some partial leggings to keep her knees warm. Since Koju was born it had been nigh impossible for her to keep warm. The healers said part of her body had never recovered, and that conception of another child would be difficult if it was even possible.

  Frankly Dawn was fine with her da’mi, one was enough. He was a gift she had not expected, whether Mythal’s intentions had been to force Solas to deal with a Morrigan himself or a blessing because she knew the truth of what would pass better than even the rift mage. Laying Koju on the bed she made quick work of redressing her various injuries. At least her face was no longer angry shades of purple and green and returned mostly to normal.

  Most of the day was tedium, Keepers and firsts arguing. Dawn being forced to prove again and again she had the knowledge of the well. She was sorely tempted to reveal the truth the vallaslin to them right there and be done with the lot of them. But they needed her, as much as they did not see it yet a chunck of information lost to the People for centuries was now whispering in her head. They just needed to wake up and see it.

  When it became too much the rift mage found solace in Koju, he played quietly at her feet and in her lap. Eventually napping in her grand chair as she wished her ‘guests’ a good night and they filed out one by one. Swearing and grumbling, they had gained progress today, however slight. At least thats what she told herself as she collapsed in a chair.

  The sound of scuffling feet made her look up, at first she assumed it was Abelos come to escort her somewhere. Instead as she stood up the Wolf Mother was met with a surprise.

  Solas stepped from the shadows and the rift mage was frozen, there was no way he could’ve known where she was. This place was only known to the Keepers and the Inquisition at present, unless. The purple and rather swollen eye said he had definitely been by Skyhold. His approach was swift, gently he cradled her face, tilting it up as he kissed her.

  She wanted to cry but she could barely move, muscle memory took over and her arms went around his neck to pull him closer. He tried to do the same and Dawn cursed when he accidently hit one of the stab wounds. He was quick to retract himself looking her over with a face wracked with guilt.

  “Solas” his name was a prayer, even though she knew it was not even his name. She wanted to be angry, to be stay angry, but she saw the look in his eyes and tears flowed from her eyes unbidden. Clinging to him she buried her face in his neck. “You asshole.” she said half-heartedly, “Ma’arlath ma’vhenan, I have missed you.” It felt like her heart was breaking all over again as his arms went around her, gentler this time, wary of injuries he could not see.

  “I never stopped thinking of you.” His voice was heavy as he tried to hide himself in her hair.

  “Mamea.” A small voice cooed sleepily, the bundle of blankets sat up and she felt Solas freeze in her arms. Slowly he looked up, and Dawn slid from his embrace to go to Koju, who was holding his arms up with his cheeks puffed up, clearly wanting to be picked up. He saw the last of the tears running down her face and as she picked him up small hands patted her cheeks.

  “Mamea are you sad?” He asked with helpless concern in his voice. Dawn gave a laugh. Solas had not moved from the the spot she had left him, his eyes were wide and slowly she walked back to him.

  “Koju, meet your daddy.” Dawn said, and Koju puffed out his cheeks some more. For a moment he looked at Dawn rubbing his eyes, then he looked over at the still frozen Solas, then back to Dawn again.

  “Papa!” he shouted and held out his arms to Solas, who despite being an elvhen god, seemed to be dumbstruck by the small being in front of him. Dawn smiled and held out her, their, son to him. He appeared hesitant, but slowly his face softened and he smiled.

  “Hello Koju.” He said, emotion straining his voice as he gently took his son from his mother’s arms.

[universal-disaster]

Every other odd for Dawn. Go.

OH SWEET MYTHAL OKAY. UMM I don't know if you mean Companion!Dawn or Inquisitor Dawn so I'll do both.

Also i did not realize that you said every other odd until I was done. Oops. have some extra. 

1: What does their bedroom look like? 

C!Dawn's bedroom is just that, a bedroom, she's staked out a guest room with a corner of the roof missing and she has a tent all boho'd over her bed to ensure the weather doesnt get to it. Most of the time she'd writing in the library or chilling outside and practicing rift magic.

Inquisitor Dawn is just as sparse, she doesn't have anything to personalize the space. With the exception of the gifts that make it past Leliana and Josephine. 

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often? 

She is a loser who jogs in the middle of the night to work off nightmares. After joining the Inquisition Dawn is probably forced into training with Cass and Bull just to try and be less of a burden on the team since she's more of a defensive mage after years of running the fuck away from Templars.

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.) 

She'd not used to having a reliable place to put things so she tends to keep all her papers and clothes organized out of sheet necessity should she need to book it at the last second.

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time.

Well, she enjoys trying to get Solas to break his composure in a whole variety of ways. At the time is doesn't feel wasted but when she'd rushing a report the next day Dawn is cursing the creators.

9: Makeup? 

AHAHAHAHAHA no. Just naturally dark circles under her eyes from too many  sleepless nights and worry.

11: Intellectual pursuits?

Elvhen lore and the fade are two of her biggest topics. Her father was attempting to gather information from other clans and challenging long held beliefs. This lead to him being kicked out of his Dalish clan and running into the woman who would become Dawn's mother. So Dawn has been immersed in the idea of questioning tradition from birth. After her parents were taken by Templars those ideas and theories were all she had of her father so like any lost child she clung to them and they helped shaped the adult she is now.

The fade curiosity is all her own. After spending so many nights in ancient temples and ruins she was bound to eventually become conscious in the fade. At first it was a means to discovering more about her ancestors but eventually she developed a thirst for knowledge concerning the realm of dreams in and of itself.

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general? 

Pansexual, Though in particular Solas-sexual. Love is not easy to find in the woods, especially when you spend so much time alone. Sex is a natural urge all creatures feel so Dawn doesn't spend much time thinking on the topic. Besides she doesn't care about most persons enough to want to care about who they're sleeping with, since when is is her business?

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal? 

Smallest short term goal: Finish reading the chant of life without laughing.

Biggest short term goal: See how many times she can get Solas to growl at her.

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress 

Function over form, post redcliffe is anything function that isnt red.

She preffers elvhen clothing, but will wear shoes on occasion. Such as ankle deep in undead guck in the Fallow mire. 

post-game she wears a lot of slinky elvhen inspired dresses despite how much she despises them to try and gain the respect of the Keepers to convince them to be more united.

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night? 

C!Dawn: 'The Inquisitor can kiss my ass.;

Dawn: 'The Chantry can kiss my ass.'

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs? 

Turn-ons:

Ropes, Growling, Biting, Rough-sex, places you might get caught, being pinned to surfaces.

Turn-offs:

Hesitancy, too many questions, Mentioning the breach, the color red

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? 

Way more organized then one would think. The only times her stuff isnt neatly put away are when she comes back from a mission of some sort and then she just collapses and sleeps for 12 hours. She'll put it away when she's rested.

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today? 

Unrealistically: Queen of the Creator-damn Elves

Realistically: Arguing with a bunch of Keepers over Lore and Legend

Where she actually will be: An over-stressed single mom babysitting a bunch of Keepers First's who keep having pissing contests in her conference room.

27: What is their biggest regret? 

C!Dawn: AHAHAHA KILLING LYRIUM INFECTED LILLY IN REDCLIFFE AND BEING UNABLE TO DO ANYTHING TO HELP SOLAS (RP STUFF MAN I DO HORRIBLE THINGS TO DAWN ASK CADASHINGTHRUTHESNOW THAT ENTIRE MESS OF ANGST WAS MY SUGGESTION)

Inquisitor Dawn: Going to that damn conclave to look for her parents in the first place.

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) 

"It's always fucking me isn't it?" and then she gives this huge sigh before dealing with it. Doesn't matter what it is man post-game nothing is going to surprise her.At least visibly anyway, can't panic in front of her baby.

31: Most prized possession? 

Technically her son Koju but possession would be the halla necklace her mother left to her.

33: Concept of home and family? 

Your family is the people you trust, and your home is where you feel safe. She's grew up in short supply of both so she tries extra hard to make sure Koju has plenty of both.

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time? 

In the fade she'll often bring up her memories of Solas, sometimes that's all she does. Just sit there remembering when there's research to be done. It's rather useless, but she keeps doing it regardless.

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making? 

Analytical most of the time, save an extremely personally topic comes up and then shes rather torn between the two.

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither.

Inferior, perhaps it doesn't feel that way on the surface to anyone just meeting her. But after years of being rejected by humans because of her magic and ears, and the Dalish because of their aversion almost as much as the dwarves to anything beyond their 'traditions' she's a very sad and lonely loser.

It's more subconscious than anything. Comes out in subtle things. Eating alone, drinking in the back of the tavern unless prompted by bull to join the others, training in the dead of night so others dont see how badly she feels she doing. Things like that.

41: Hobbies? 

She will take naps anywhere and everywhere she can. Like, behind the throne, in the smithy, in the rafters, on a beam, in a closet, under a table, Varric has a pot going about where they'll find her next.

43: Religion? 

Elvhen gods all the way. Can't read the chant of light without laughing at how dramatic humans make everything sound. 

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds? 

More deeds then words at first. She uses sarcasm and wit as a shield, she and Dorian practice with each other all the time.

47: How do they express love? 

Subtle acts in the open. Some honey in his tea, an extra candle left out, an addition to notes, a look across a crowded room and a smile instead of a smirk when their eyes meet.

In private shes more passionate but 'ma'arlath' will not usually pass her lips until he is asleep or has left. 

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

She does not fear her own death, but the death of her people, of the culture they so desperately cling to as it crumbles and slips from their fingers. And the death of the one she loves. 

Dawn does not fear her own death because she feels like she's just one more drop in the huge ocean of souls that have come and gone. What does her life mean in comparison to others?

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Companion Banter

Inquisitor as a Companion: Banter

Dawn Atermira Ostwick

Cole’s reflection on their thoughts:

Cole: The trees all stand together, so why have I always felt so alone? The sunlight filters through these great canopies but I fear it will never reach me. Always alone. So alone.

Dawn: I don't think everyone in the room heard that Cole, why not try again. //grits teeth//

Cole: But you're not alone, not anymore. Solas and the Inquisitor talk to you all time. And you go out drinking that gross stuff with Bull and Sera. And-

Dawn: Enough. I get it. Okay? I get it.

Comment(s) on Mages:

Friendlies- 'You come here often? Cause you really shouldnt be out in the open you suck at being an Apostate.'

Enemies- 'Oh I'm sorry, tell me again why the Chantry shouldn't think us all monsters when you go around lighting small animals on fire?'

Comment(s) on Templars:

'So, ever tried out 'the seductive mage and the naughty templar? No? You should, all that repressed anger is amazing to work out of their system. You know, if they don't actually capture you first.'

When looking for something: 'Sweet Andranste's Tits, it was right there I swear!'

When finding a campsite:

anywhere with little cover 'Welp, it's not out in the open or anything. Perfect place to camp'

after- 'I was kidding you jackass if we're attacked in our sleep I'm using you as an Inquisitor shield.'

When the Inquisitor Falls: 'Spend time on your knees later, GET UP.'

When they are low on Health:

'oh sure, take your time, I'm not dying or anything over here.'

'Thats not blood its tree sap. Clearly.'

'oh just what I needed, another hole in body'

'I dont have a potions problem, you just have a problem not using me as a shield.'

When they see a Dragon:

'Guys, I want a dragon.'

'Hey, do you think he'll teach me to shapeshift into a dragon if I ask him nicely'

'I needed a new pair of pants to offer vivienne as a peace offering anyway.'

'Do you enjoy living Inquisitor? Or is it just too strenuous for you, because three dragons in one day is a bit excessive.'

When during their small side quest:

'I admit it, I'm impressed. You might make a good dignitary one day. You know, after we find your dignity.'

Default saying:  'What? Can't go Ten minutes without consulting me?'

Travel Banter with Canon Companions of your choice:

Sera: Alright, stahp it.

Dawn: Stop what?

Sera: Using those bigs words all the time.

Solas: It is not our fault you choose not extend your vocabulary Sera.

Sera: See? You're doing it again.

Solas: Didn't we meet in these ruins?

Dawn: No, we met in those other decrepid elven ruins.

Solas: You haven't changed much.

Dawn: So wait, you revealed where I, the apostate, was hiding, while you the apostate were out in the open.

Solas: *sigh* I didn't do it out of malice Dawn.

Dawn: I get that, but perhaps a post card sent ahead would have been nice. Something in the last three years as a way of 'hello' before you show up on my doorstep soaking wet and demanding my help stopping the literal father of all darkspawn.

Solas: We are both hermits Dawn, how would you have preferred I contacted you?

Dawn: Not at all.

Dorian: So did you hear about Cullen and Lilly?

Dawn: //snorts// Who didn't? I could hear them from the tavern over Bulls laughter.

Dawn: So, wait, wait, wait. You're telling me that some poor noble wants alone time with the both of us?

Dorian: They couldn't handle us in a million years.

Sera: I guess you could say they want double the D.

Dawn: I'm not sure if I should hit you or applaud you.

Dawn:No Cole I can't actually do that to Sera.

Cole: Then why ar-

Dawn: I'm allowed to dream Cole.

Dawn: SO.....I heard the next chapter of Sword and Shield might be coming out soon.

Varric: Not you too?

Dawn: I've lived alone in the woods most of my life Varric, theres never been anyone to judge me. And by the time I realized how cheesy it was, it was too late.

Friendship?: Alright, what is it?

Leaving the Inquisition:  This has been an adventure Inquisitor, but now we must part ways my friend. Thank you.

[disasterdraws]

I love how girls who are fighting will immediately have each other's backs if someone else in the room attempt to insults their nemesis. Like excuse me, IM the only one who gets to talk to her like that.

That or someones picking on Krem. 

Also Look I finished something.

stupid rift eyes dont look right without paint tool sai magic

[universal-disaster]

Countdown meme:

1 Day: “You are a mistake. You should never have existed,” says the Elder One or someone says this line from the Enemy of Thedas trailer to your Inquisitor. What is their reaction? How does it make them feel?

It is not the first time Dawn has heard these words, and it is likely she will hear them again. But for one blindingly agonizing moment she thinks of two apostates who might have escaped the templars if they're daughter hadnt been sick.

"Of course I am!" she shouts, for this is a 'truth' she accepted long ago. "But then so are you. So why don't you come over here and see if we can't cancel each other out?" 

[universal-disaster]

I wrote a drabble about my Inquisitor. Excuse me while I decide to add more or not.

Her head was starting to hurt as well and she winced as she opened her eyes, apparently she’d just lacked the common sense to open them until now. Of course the minute things started to come into focus the mage immediately wished she’d kept them closed. Dawn parted her lips to scream but all that came out was a broken whimper of a sob as she scurried away from a smoking pile of, well she wasn’t sure but the skull suggested things her stomach disliked immensely.

When her back hit a surface teal eyes flitted around a ruined courtyard, pulling her head between her knees Dawn tried to remember what it meant to be alive and not afraid, but as an apostate the latter was trained into her very being. Ever so slowly, as the hissing of fires of remains of her brethren started to die out the ache in her lungs eased.

Shaking Dawn stood up, using the wall as support, “Looks like we’re alone again Sticky.” She spoke to the staff that lay a few feet away. Stumbling she approached it and picked it up. Only to collapse back against the wall. Her palm felt warm, and the familiar feeling of magic and dreams crept at the edge of her vision.

Confusion made her look at her hand, fear made her aware of the sounds of not so distant foot falls, panic had her running.

Looking over her shoulder Dawn tried to remember spells to muffle her footfalls, how to summon a spirit to distract the soldiers, anything at all to help her escape. But the blast had rendered her so stunned by its horrific power not so much as a novice’s light spell flitted past through her brain. She felt so deaf and numb that when she turned a corner and came face to face with a woman of considerable armature there was no chance to react.

Dawn was simply thrown against a wall with a sword to her throat before she could speak. Freezing instantly she met the eyes of her assailant.

“Who are you?” the woman asked, and for a moment Dawn considered giving no answer and simply begging for death.

“D-Dawn Ostwick.” Any other time she would curse herself for the stammer, but the steely eyes of what could only be a commander in front of her warrant a certain caution. Of course even without the added benefit of being an apostate Dawn’s sure the woman’s reaction would be the same.

“Pentaghast, I’m not sure scaring her to death is the best way to get answers. She looks like death warmed over.” Dawn cannot see the speaker, but the voice is silky and gruff at the same time. There’s an underlying tension to the voice, like he doesn’t want to be here longer than necessary. Dawn shares the sentiment, but she doubts voicing this will help.

Dawn’s eyes shift from ‘Pentaghast’ and drift to the insignia on the woman’s armor. An eye, with the rays of a sunburst. This time Dawn swears in elven, something picked up from the occasional fellow apostates she’s encountered. The sword it pressed tighter against her throat.

“How did you survive the blast?” Cassandra hisses, her accent odd to Dawn’s ears.

“I don’t know.” The honest desperation in the mages voice gives Cassandra momentary pause, and by momentary its meant none.

“You are the only survivor of a blast that killed thousands and you say you have no idea how you made it out?” Her eyes narrow and for a moment Dawn fears that Cassandra will slit her throat right there and be done with it. “At this moment you are the only threat I see. Therefore you’re coming with us.”