#inquisitorelanalavellan

[thexapprentice-blog]

"More books. We should burn a few to warm our selves up a bit, I should think."

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[xfenharel]

@inquisitorelanalavellan

Elana coughed and looked up at Solas. The room was dark and her wrists were sore and bleeding. How long she’d been held captive by these Venatori mages, she couldn’t really say, but it had felt like an eternity. “S-Solas? H-How?” She managed to weakly stammer and her heart sank. It was obviously another trick to break her will, it had to be, so she glared at him. “Your disguise won’t work on me…”

He kneels close to her and rests a steady hand on her forearm. His magic pulses around her, seeps into the wounds at her wrists, washes away the blood, and then sinks further into her arm, where the Anchor screams.

“It is me, Inquisitor. The others are taking care of the Venatori as we speak.”

He says nothing more until the popping and crying of the key in her hand quiets.

[luctus-venenatiis-blog]

“ It hurts… a lot, not every time but… at same time, every time.” - inquisitorelanalavellan (probably talking about the mark or something)

@inquisitorelanalavellan ⦗ Throwing this in Nero’s Inquisition companion Verse. ⦘

SAD ? MAYBE. SENTENCES.

          ❝ It… lo-looks like it does hu-hurt, Inquisitor…  ❞

     Nomine noted sadly, pointed ears drooping at the words she had said. Was there any way to ease her pain? Any way at all? Herbs? Magic? Magic could to that, right? Maybe what healing spells he learnt here could help… Anything to stop seeing the Inquisitor in pain like this.

[goldenruffles-blog]

@inquisitorelanalavellan liked for a starter

So many things to do.  There was always more.  One more letter to respond to, one more dignitary to meet- it was a never ending cycle.  And Josephine buried herself in it.  She had made the decision to serve the Inquisition to the best of her ability, and here she was.  

A satisfied smile graced her lips as she marked the last period on her letter to a Marquis, and the door to her study opened.  Glancing up, she smiled at the Herald.

“Ah yes, Inquisitor.  What can I do for you?”

[iserahopes]

Talk to me - inquisitorelanalavellan

@inquisitorelanalavellan

29. “At the end of the world, I will be by your side.”

“You’ve done so much for us. For all of us, much more than could ever be expected of someone. You have proven to the world that elves are as important as anyone else, as capable as anyone else, perhaps even more. At the end of the world, I will be by your side.”

[iserahopes]

This is Ana’s dress in our thread

source: http://lillyxandra.deviantart.com/art/Moonlight-Elven-Gown-633666285

[iserahopes]

@inquisitorelanalavellan

“Oh, um… alright…” Ana replied, still a bit startled. “Go ahead, if you want, I wasn’t really going to get all that dressed up…” She didn’t have the heart to say that she doesn’t like when people touch her hair.

Isera hesitates. “Uh, is this okay? You -- I seem to be bothering you. I can help with something else, if you prefer!” She holds the brush, letting go of the woman’s hair.

[luctus-venenatiis-blog]

@inquisitorelanalavellan

“You must be the Inquisitor.” Nomine greeted with a slight incline of his head. “A pleasure to meet you.” His face remained impassive however, and the only movement were of his hands being clasped respectively behind his back. “As you may have heard from Leliana, I am the Hero of Ferelden.” Granted, it had been a decade since his battle with the Archdemon but his success was still passed on and whispered around most parts.