#lady lavellan

[christeeenith]

Fever Dream'

Based on @opal-apparition 's WONDERFUL fic, "A Matter of Pride" [procreate & photoshop]

[containment-zone-art]

[ID: Digital fanart. Lady Lavellan in red formal wear, grinning with sharp teeth at a noble off-page. Noble's ornately gloved hand around her throat. Her crossed fingers hold a wolf mask behind her back. Black bg with three white masks to the left (Empress, Gaspard, player mask). /End]

Now my neck is open wide

Begging for a fist around it

Already choking on my Pride

So there's no use crying about it.

-Halsey, Castle

[teddyberri]

An old piece but still one I love! This was a dragon age secret Santa gift, a few years ago of someone's lovely Lavellan and Cullen. They were such cuties 💕 I've been thinking about playing Inquisition again 😚

[existentialmermaidd]

This stupid egg has ruined me, completely destroyed my heart. I just want them to be happy together T_T

[randomfallout4posts]

So I romanced Josephine and Leliana was not pleased.

[toni-sparkles]

Day Seventeen: Mask

Had, had, HAD to do something in the Winter Palace Ball for this prompt! So here’s Solas and a Lady Lavellan enjoying the night at the end of the mission for you guys.

I also took a chance and used my ink washes on this. I don’t know where this sketch book came from, but it is amazing with water and ink! Did not bleed through at ALL, and the buckling wasn’t even that bad either. This book is magical, and might have a life draining curse attached, but I’ll take it!

[goth-elvhen]

Made a new Inquisitor, Adali! Bottom pic is a comparison against my last 100+ hour playthrough char.

[anonymous-vhenan]

Unseen Conversations

She came into his study to find him sitting on the wooden platform staring at his hands. She leaned against the cold door frame and watched quietly. Her silence was broken when she realized the tears on his cheeks.

Lavellan: Solas, why do you weep? We were victorious today.

She climbed the creaky old ladder and sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Solas: My hands were made to mend, heal, unchain. And yet, I must use them to defy, crush, and destroy.

He had been staring at his hands a long while now she assumed. Unwrapping her arms she placed her hands palm up in his.

Lavellan: Do you think my hands were only made to punish and scorn?

Solas: No. Your hands were made to create... build. And yet, you manage to build even with blood on your hands you accomplish ypur goals.

Lavellan: As do you. Healers always have the bloodiest hands. Healing means removing the blight, the infection. Be it purging bad blood or taking the limb whole.

He closed his hands around hers. And silently he wept.

Solas: I just wanted to make a better world.

She found his words endearing although a tad strange. She nuzzled her cheek against his back and sighed.

Lavellan: And so you shall.

Solas sighed. As the world shall burn by his hands in his heart shall burn an unquenchable flame.