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Deep mushroom and your choice of character
Answering for Lysandre~
Deep Mushroom :: What act does your character consider morally foul but practically necessary? Does your character condone morally foul actions for practicality’s or necessity’s sake at all?
Definitely violence against non hostile animals. Lys is a huge animal lover and tamer, especially when it comes to the halla, foxes and other larger woodland creatures, and ooo definitely dragons. He wants to cry every time Bull gets excited about killing a high dragon because no she’s a mother Bull we can’t kill them tHE DRAGONS ARE GOING EXTINCT WE NEED T O PR O TE c T tH e M
And no, he would never strike down a non hostile animal no matter the circumstances. If a bear’s charging at him full speed, he knows there’s no use in trying to calm it, but he’s taking his chances with everything else.
send a plant + a character!
1 2 7 and 10 for the Inquisitor questions?
answering for lys!
1. what is your inquisitor’s name & race? Lysandre Lavellan is a dalish elf
2. what is their sexual orientation? Homoromantic Demisexual
7. who is your inquisitor’s best friend? In the Inquisition, either Cole or Varric! Cole took the time to help Lysandre out in his hardest moments, and Varric was a friend when he had none.
10. warrior, rogue, or mage? Dual wielding rogue!
Inquisitor Related Questions!
4 for Lysandre
4. a letter from your OC to their love interest
Dorian,
I must admit, you were right. Skyhold is dreadfully dull without you, vhenan. The endless missions and reports make the days blur together, and I almost can’t remember how much time has passed. I do hope you’ll be returning from Tevinter soon; I miss you terribly, Dorian.
In other news, I’ve been continuing my research into the Fade with the tomes Maevaris sent. Tell her I said hello, will you? She’s an awful kind lady. I’d like to meet her some day. Vivienne paid us a visit yesterday. It was nice to see her again; I haven’t heard from her since we defeated Corypheus!
There’s still no word about Solas’ whereabouts here. Have you heard anything there? Perhaps he ran off to Tevinter? I’m not sure anymore.
Please, my love, I miss you terribly and await the day you’ll come home to me.
Ar lath ma,
Lysandre
greyscale sketch of the smol gay elf
edit: i forgot his vallaslin
Lys and Dorian, 17, 26, 29, and 30! :D
yES
these to kill me they’re so cute
17. Who says I love you first? Both hesitate to say it for a long time. Dorian ends up saying it first after the Temple of Mythal, terrified that he’d almost lost his chance to tell Lys. The elf was more than happy to hear it and told him he loved him back in Elven. It made Dorian cry.
26. What would be their theme song? This cover of Love Me Like You Do
29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart Their first fight was during Trespasser, when Lysandre finally snapped at both Dorian and his advisors, saying: “Can one thing in my fucking life just stay fixed?!” Which caused Dorian to cry and Lysandre to go off and face Solas on his own.
30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it Lysandre had troubles reading when he first became Inquisitor because he was so used to writing and reading in Elven. Dorian noticed this and began to teach him how to properly read and write in the Common tongue. Lys, in turn, taught Dorian what he knew of Elven, getting occasional (somewhat) helpful advice from Solas. It was actually how they became friends.
otp questions!
some more Lys party banter, not specific to any characters
Cole’s Reflection on his thoughts: “You never hesitate to throw yourself in the front lines if it means keeping an innocent safe. Always leaping from place to place, desperate to help in whatever ways you can. You wear a smile on your face, even when you’re suffering, just to make others happy. A single bloom in a field of dead grass.”
Comment(s) on Mages: “I can’t imagine what it’s like to have that much power at your fingertips. Well, I suppose I can, what with my violin and all, but to actually have that be a part of who you are... I have so much respect for them.”
“It’s not fair that the mages have to be taken from their homes and caged like animals. They’re people, too! Just because they have this incredible power that the Templars fear, their lives are stripped away. I can’t imagine how awful it must be...”
Comment(s) on Templars: “I don’t like having them around. They frighten me, and I’m afraid of what they’d do to me were I a mage. They might even think me one for my violin! Oh Creators...”
“It’s not that I think every Templar is evil; oh, heavens no! Just like not every mage is good. It’s just... They scare me. I feel like their lyrium leashes just make them all the more threatening, and for what? So they could avert madness at a mage’s hand? They don’t even realize that most mages just want to live a life without fear of being tortured for something they can’t control.”
When looking for something: “Oh, I think I see something over there!”
When finding a campsite: “Shall we set up camp?”
When the Inquisitor falls: “Ah! Inquisitor! Hold on!”
“(Adaar/Trevelyan/Cadash/Lavellan) is down!”
“Lethallan/Lethallin! Don’t worry, I’m coming!”
When they’re low on health: “A little help here, please!”
“Someone, help! That’s a lot of blood...”
When they see a dragon: “Wow! Look at her go... Beautiful.”
“Wait, we aren’t going to fight her, are we?! Oh please, leave her be!”
After completing their small side quest: “Thank you, Inquisitor. Hopefully, these people will have an easier time now.
Default saying: “Hmm? What do you need?”
“Inquisitor.”
“How can I help?”
“What do you need to talk about?”
Companion AU! Lysandre Party Banter
Cassandra
Cassandra: Lysandre, are you certain you wish to be part of this instead of back home?
Lysandre: Oh, I’m certain! I’d never get to do anything if I stayed with the clan.
Cassandra: But you are so small and frail, you could get hurt.
Lysandre: You could, too, ya know.
Cassandra: That is… true. I apologize.
Lysandre: Oh, no need!
Lysandre: Say, Cassandra…
Cassandra: Yes?
Lysandre: Who is Andraste? I hear people say her name a lot, but I don’t know much about her…
Cassandra: Really? They never told you of her?
Lysandre: I’m still not quite sure what a “Chantry” is.
Cassandra: I... Maker’s breath.
Cassandra: Lysandre, did I see you picking herbs in the middle of battle?
Lysandre: *with many herbs in his back, they are overflowing* ...no…
Cassandra: I… suppose it was just my imagination, then.
Lysandre: *nervous laughter*
If the Mages are allied
Lysandre: Cassandra? Do you hate mages, since you’re part of the Chantry?
Cassandra: I… What brings this on?
Lysandre: I heard some of the mages talking the other day in the library about you. They said you were being really mean to Grand Enchanter Fiona and glaring at her…
Cassandra: What?! We were just talking! I do not hate mages!
Lysandre: Oh, then that’s good!
If Templars are allied
Lysandre: Cassandra, can I ask a favor of you?
Cassandra: Certainly. What is it?
Lysandre: Um… A lot of the templars have been saying really mean things about me and the other Dalish elves… Can… Can you make them stop?
Cassandra: *glaring* I will make them regret every ill word against you.
Lysandre: Oh, thank you!
Lysandre: Say, Cassie? What’re your favorite flowers?
Cassandra: Lilies, why?
Lysandre: Oh, no reason. *laughs*
If Cassandra is not romanced by the Inquisitor
Cassandra: Lysandre?
Lysandre: Yeeessss?
Cassandra: Are you responsible for the flower crown of lilies I found in my tent this morning?
Lysandre: *giggles* Mayyybeee!
Cassandra: *puts on the flower crown* Well, thank you.
Lysandre: Oh, you like it! Fantastic! I’ll have to make you more, then!
If Cassandra is romanced by the Inquisitor
Cassandra: Something interesting happened the other day, Lysandre.
Lysandre: Oh? What’s that?
Cassandra: The Inquisitor gave me a bouquet of white lilies. Would you have anything to do with that?
Lysandre: Me? *laughs* Oh no, I’d never!
Cassandra: *chuckles* Alright then.
If Clan Lavellan is killed
Cassandra: I… I cannot express how sorry I am about your clan.
Lysandre: Oh, it’s okay… They’re in a better place now… Maybe…
Cassandra: I… have something for you. It is not much, but…
Lysandre: Hmm?
Cassandra: I was unable to find any lilies, so I used elfroot and a few daisies, but…
Lysandre: A flower crown, for me…? *laughs* Thank you. I’ll treasure it!
Cole
Cole: Cold, quiet, she covers my mouth as I’m pushed out of the tent. She shoves a pack in my hands. ‘No!’ I whisper. ‘No, I don’t want to go!’ Why did they make you? I don’t understand.
Lysandre: I don’t either. They called me an ambassador. I guess they thought the Inquisition could use a song? That’s about all I’m good for, anyways. *chuckles*
Cole: That’s not true! You make flower crowns for everyone. It makes the soldiers happy.
Lysandre: It does? *giggles* Well, that’s good at least!
Lysandre: Say, Cole? Can you hear everything we think, or only the hurting things?
Cole: I can’t hear everything. But the hurt, it’s loud. If I can hear everything, the hurt drowns it out.
Lysandre: Oh. Fascinating!
Cole: You’re very quiet, Lysandre. What is wrong?
Lysandre: Hmm? Oh, nothing important.
Cole: But you’re hurting! That is important to me, and I want to help.
Lysandre: *chuckles* Well… I don’t know.
Cole: Prolonged stares as I scan the library, whispers they think are unheard, I hear them clearly. ‘Why is the Dale here?’ ‘Why is he touching our books?’ ‘He doesn’t belong here.’Lysandre: …Cole: They are wrong. You do belong here, like I do.
Lysandre: *smiles* Thank you, Cole.
Cole: You seem happier. Is everything okay now?
Lysandre: I don’t really know. Maybe?
Cole: I want to help.
Lysandre: *chuckles* I know, lethallin. I do, too.
Lysandre: Say, Cole…
Cole: Yes?
Lysandre: You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the Halla statuette on my bed this morning, would you?
Cole: No.
Lysandre: No? The who could it have been?
Cole: I know who did it, but they made me promise not to tell.
Lysandre: What?! Keeping secrets from me! *huffs* I’ll figure this out, you’ll see…
Cole: It wasn’t Blackwall.
Lysandre: Drat! I was certain it was him… Hmm… Sera?
Cole: Sera doesn’t like giving gifts.
Lysandre: Then maybe… Josephine!
Cole: No.
Lysandre: Drat! I’m running out of people!
If Dorian is present
Dorian: *stifles a laugh*
Lysandre: What? What’s so funny?!
If Dorian and Lysandre are not romanced by the Inquisitor
Cole: You’re very happy. You’re smiling more than usual.
Lysandre: Hmm? What did you say? *voice is very dreamy, as if he is hardly paying attention*
Cole: *smiles* He told you, right?
Lysandre: *sighs*
If Dorian is present
Dorian: Yes, Cole. I did.
Cole: Good. Now you can both be happy!
Female Mahariel Warden made the Ultimate Sacrifice (Default Warden)
Cole: Sky as red as blood, demons everywhere. Alistair is running, grabs me and carries me off. I cry out, ‘No! The Hero’s still in there!’ He carries me off.
Lysandre: You certainly do choose bizarre memories to focus on.
Cole: Why were you in Denerim? You were only a child.
Lysandre: I wanted to help the Hero of Ferelden, and I did.
Inquisitor: Wait, Lysandre, you assisted the Hero of Ferelden?!
Lysandre: Mhmm! She was really nice. Gave me sweets all the time. She was Dalish, too! I was only 15.
Cole: She was pretty.
Lysandre: Yes, she was. And really strong, too!
Sera
Sera: Oi, elfy. What’s with your face?
Lysandre: My face? What bout my face? Is there something on it? *genuinely confused*
Sera: Yeah, the white line things and the dots. What’s with those?
Lysandre: Oh! My vallaslin! They’re a Dalish traditio-
Sera: *interrupts him* No, don’t care anymore.
Lysandre: Oh… *he sounds sad*
Lysandre: Okay! *he’s back to his cheery self*
Lysandre: Hey, Sera?
Sera: Huh? Whuddya want, elfy?
Lysandre: When you say you want to help little people, do you mean like, children?
Sera: Yeah. People who can’t fend for themselves, ya know?
Lysandre: Ohhhh, okay!
If Dorian and Lysandre are not romanced by the Inquisitor
Sera: So what’s with you and Dorian? You two a thing or whatever?
Lysandre: What?
Sera: You two think you’re slick, but you really aren’t. Everyone can see it.
Lysandre: I mean, we aren’t exactly trying to hide anything…
If Dorian is present
Dorian: Oh, amatus, you’ve ruined the surprise! I thought we wanted to announce it it the most obnoxious of fashions?
Sera: Oo, oo! Like a party?! A “We’re Gay Together” party?!
Lysandre: A WHAT?! *flustered*
If Dorian is romanced by the Inquisitor
Sera: Hey, elf boy. Why’re you so glum?
Lysandre: Oh, no reason.
Sera: Bullshit. You’re upset and hiding something.
Lysandre: It’s, ah… It’s personal. I don’t want to bother you with my problems. Besides, I don’t think now’s the time.
Sera: Alright, but I’m asking you later.
Sera: You’re really small for an elf, you know.
Lysandre: Oh, I know.
Sera: You ever wear those fancy tall shoes? The ones Vivi wears?
If Vivienne is present
Vivienne: I do not recall loaning you any, darling. Though I may have a pair that would suit you.
Lysandre: Oh, no thank you! I’d fall flat on my face!
Sera: *laughs*
Lysandre: Sera, is that my bow?
Sera: No it isn’t.
Lysandre: Are you certain? It looks very elven to me.
Sera: What?! Oh Maker, take it then!
Lysandre: *laughs*
If Clan Lavellan is killed
Sera: Listen… I know I make fun of the elves all the time, but I don’t mean it, yeah? You’re alright.
Lysandre: Thank you, Sera… *voice is faint*
Sera: It’s hard, losin’ people. But we gotta move on, yeah? Don’t wanna get slowed down. Then we end up dead, too.
Lysandre: I suppose that’s true…
Sera: Look, don’t be so glum. It ain’t like you.
Lysandre: I’ll try to.
Sera: I got you something, Lys.
Lysandre: Oh? What is it?
Sera: Check it. One of the Friends is close in Orlais’ Circle, and she found a big book on Fade spirits. Thought you’d like it.
Lysandre: Oh, thank you, Sera! This was the exact one I was looking for!
Sera: *grins* Glad you like it.
Lysandre: How many Friends of Red Jenny are there?
Sera: Dunno. There’s a lot of us, y’know. All scattered everywhere.
Lysandre: Then why do you know so many?
Sera: We talk.
Lysandre: Huh…
Iron Bull
Lysandre: *in a small, meek voice* Oh Creators you’re tall…
Bull: What? Who said that?
Lysandre: Oh, down here! I’m the small elf.
Bull: Aren’t elves supposed to be tall? *chuckles*
Lysandre: Oh shush, you.
Lysandre: So what is the Qun?
Bull: Do you really not know?
Lysandre: No, not really. I don’t know all that much about the shem world. I still don’t know what a Chantry is. It sounds important, though…
Bull: *chuckles* Well, you’re not wrong.
Bull: Say, Lysandre, I’ve got an idea for our next battle.
Lysandre: Okay! What is it?
Bull: Okay, so you run up behind me, I catch you, throw you between my horns, and you land behind the enemy lines.
Lysandre: I… what?!
Bull: Think of the mayhem, Lysandre. Mayhem.
Lysandre: I, uh… We can try??
Bull: Okay, bad idea, let’s not do that again.
Lysandre: My head hurts…
Bull: I know it does.
In the Western Approach
Lysandre: I have never seen so much sand in my life.
Bull: Never go to Rivain then. It’s this but worse.
Lysandre: I didn’t even think that much sand existed! *in an amazed voice*
Bull: Have you ever been to an ocean, by any chance?
Lysandre: No. The Keeper got really seasick, so we always stuck to the forests.
Bull: Okay, I’m taking you to one.
At the Storm Coast, only triggers after previous conversation
Lysandre: CREATORS, that’s a lot of water!! *in an excited voice*
Bull: Mhmm. And there’s a lot more out there.
Lysandre: Inquisitor, can we go swimming?! Pretty please?!
Inquisitor: Please tell me you aren’t serious…
Bull: Lysandre, why did you come to the Inquisition? You seem too… nice to be in all this chaos.
Lysandre: It wasn’t exactly my choice. It was the Keeper’s idea to get me out in the world.
Bull: If you hadn’t been forced to go, would you still have?
Lysandre: So many difficult questions! Hmm… In all likelihood, probably not.
Bull: You had a life with your clan.
Lysandre: Mhmm! Not a very good one, but it’s what I had!
Bull: You confuse me, Lysandre.
Lysandre: What? How so?
Bull: I keep thinking there’s some dark secret hidden under all that niceness of yours. But, I can’t figure it out! What are you hiding?
Lysandre: Oh, I’m not hiding anything. Well, not really. Nothing important, anyhow.
Bull: What is it?!
Lysandre: So insistent! Oh, alright, I’ll tell you! I’m actually friends with someone who makes magic instruments!
Bull: ...that’s it, then?
Lysandre: Mhmm!!
In the Emerald Graves
Lysandre: Every one of these trees represents an elven grave… Oh Creators, there’s so many…
Bull: *mumbles* Sounds like a waste of lumber to me.
Inquisitor: Bull!
Lysandre: …….*sniffle*
Bull: Oh shit. Lys, I didn’t mean it!
Inquisitor: Look what you’ve done!
Lysandre: Bull, where did your Chargers all come from?
Bull: Most of ‘em came to me ‘cause they had nowhere else to go. They’ve become like a family.
Lysandre: Ohhh. Are you like the father of the family?
Bull: *laughs* Yeah, I suppose I am.
Blackwall
Default Warden
Lysandre: So you’re a Grey Warden?
Blackwall: Yes, I am. What of it?
Lysandre: I knew a Warden once. She was Dalish, like me. She died, though.
Blackwall: What was her name? I might have known her.
Lysandre: Mahariel.
Blackwall: Ah… her… She was a brave one, Mahariel. Never met her, but I’ve heard stories of her.
Lysandre: Mhmm! She’s the Hero of Ferelden, after all.
Blackwall: I do not understand how you can move so fast in battle.
Lysandre: It’s because I’m so small. Most enemies don’t even see me! Most people don’t, either… *quietly laughs*
Blackwall: Well, I see you, if that helps anything.
Lysandre: Oh! Thank you, Blackwall! It means a lot!
Lysandre: Your beard looks really soft, Blackwall.
Blackwall: I… ah, thank you?
Lysandre: I want to put flowers in it.
Blackwall: … perhaps later.
Lysandre: Blackwall? Do you have any stories from your days as a warden?
Blackwall: No. I’m a recent recruit.
Lysandre: Oh. Okay! I think I heard Alistair mention a Warden named Blackwall once… Might have been my imagination.
Blackwall: Likely was.
Blackwall: What was life as a Dale like?
Lysandre: Well, it was a lot of moving around. We never stayed in the same location for more than about three months.
Blackwall: Why move so often?
Lysandre: Well, my clan sort of broke Dalish tradition. Almost half of us were mages, you see, and we had to move around a lot so that Templars wouldn’t find us and take our clan members.
Blackwall: That’s… tragic.
After ‘Revelations’
Lysandre: So, I’m confused…
Blackwall: About…?
Lysandre: Well, what do I call you now?
Blackwall: Whatever makes you comfortable. Thom or Blackwall… It doesn’t matter now.
Lysandre: Oh… Then I’ll just stick with Blackwall.
Blackwall: Alright.
If Clan Lavellan is killed
Blackwall: I can’t tell you how sorry I am about your clan, Lysandre.
Lysandre: Oh, thank you, Blackwall… *voice is quiet*
Blackwall: I know what you’re going through, sort of. It will get better, despite how much pain you’re in.
Lysandre: *chuckles* Thank you. I’ll just have to keep going forward!
Vivienne
Vivienne: Darling, we need to work on your armor.
Lysandre: My armor? What about it?
Vivienne: It is completely horrid looking and does nothing in your favor.
Lysandre: Oh.
Vivienne: Upon returning to Skyhold, you must consult me about this. This needs to change, soon.
Lysandre: Uh… alright?
Lysandre: Lady Vivienne, you’re very pretty.
Vivienne: Thank you, dear. You would be, too, if you wore better clothing.
Lysandre: But I don’t have money for better clothes…
Vivienne: What? Do you gain no money from being in the Inquisition?
Lysandre: I do, but I give it to the refugees. They need it more than me.
Vivienne: Then I shall order you the finest Orlesian clothes and have them delivered to your quarters.
Lysandre: You will?! Oh, thank you, Lady Vivienne!
Lysandre: Vivienne, how well did you know the Empress?
Vivienne: As well as one could know one in the golden cage of the Game.
Lysandre: ...so?
Vivienne: No, darling, I only knew her as well as she would let me.
Lysandre: Ohhh.
If Vivienne was present in the Fade
Lysandre: So, you walked in the Fade? What was it like?!
Vivienne: It was horrid. I wish I had not had to see it.
Lysandre: Did you see any… non threatening spirits?
Vivienne: One, but you’d need to ask the Inquisitor about it, darling.
Inquisitor: Oh no.
Vivienne: Lysandre, darling, I have delivered the books you asked for to your quarters. I assume you wish to study them together?
Lysandre: Oh yes! Did you get the Dalish ones, too?
Vivienne: Yes, dear. My contact even found a few extra.
Lysandre: Hooray! Thank you, Madam Vivienne!
Vivienne: You’re welcome, darling.
If Lysandre and Vivienne were both at Halamshiral
Vivienne: Darling, where did you come up with that outfit you wore?
Lysandre: Huh? Oh, the Halamshiral one? Leliana and Josephine helped me with it.
Vivienne: I must compliment them. You looked stunning, like you truly belonged in the court. Well, aside from your ears and tattoos.
Lysandre: Oh, thank you! I think…
Warden Amell/Surana made the Ultimate Sacrifice
Lysandre: Madame De Fer, what do you think about the Hero of Ferelden? They were a mage, after all.
Vivienne: The Hero was a fool for leaving the Circle, but they did great things.
Lysandre: A fool? Why?
Vivienne: The Circle was a place they were safe, their powers could be controlled. They had a life there, despite the Templars said.
Lysandre: But (Amell/Surana) said their treatment was horrible. The Templars were looking for any excuse to kill them and their friend, Jowan.
Vivienne: They were foolish. That is all I will see.
If Clan Lavellan is killed
Vivienne: Darling, I-
Lysandre: Please, not now, Madame De Fer… I… I can’t talk about it.
Vivienne: Just know that whatever happens, darling, you have support in the Inquisition.
Lysandre: Yes, I suppose so…
Varric
Varric: Fawn, why exactly are you here? You’re too nice to be a warrior.
Lysandre: I was sent here as an ambassador on Clan Lavellan’s behalf. The Keeper wanted me to speak on behalf of all Dales, but we couldn’t get word back from everyone.
Varric: But why you? Why not someone else?
Lysandre: *chuckles* I’m not sure. I think the Keeper wanted to get me out in the world.
Varric: Huh.
Lysandre: Varric, where do you get all the ideas for your books?
Varric: Well, from a lot of places, Fawn. A lot of them come from things that happened in Kirkwall, others I just made up.
Lysandre: Are they all fiction?
Varric: No. “Tales of the Champion” is real. For the most part.
Lysandre: Oh, I read that one the other day!
Lysandre: Varric, why do you call me “Fawn”?
Varric: It’s a nickname. I tend to give them to people.
Lysandre: But why “Fawn”?
Varric: Because you remind me of a baby deer. You’re small and have big eyes, and you’re easily startled.
Lysandre: I’m not that small…
Varric: Kid, you’re as tall as I am.
Lysandre: *huffs*
If Dorian and Lysandre are not romanced by the Inquisitor
Varric: Fawn, you have to tell me. What’s going on with you and Dorian?
Lysandre: W-what?! Nothing’s going on!
Varric: Kid, I see the way you look-
Lysandre: Shush!! We don’t need to talk about this!
If Dorian is present
Dorian: What are you talking about, Varric?
Varric: Fawn here li-
Lysandre: VARRIC!!
Inquisitor: Be nice, Varric.
Varric: *laughs*
Lysandre: How long does it take for you to write a book, Varric?
Varric: A couple of weeks, at least. Sometimes a whole year, if I get stuck writing.
Lysandre: Wow… How do you keep the ambition up?
Varric: Well, sometimes I have to force myself to do it, but mostly it just keeps itself up.
Lysandre: Huh.
Varric: Fawn, you need to stop smuggling those little cakes out from the kitchen.
Lysandre: Varric! How could you accuse me of such treachery?!
Varric: I literally saw you carrying a bunch of them up to your room when you thought everyone was asleep.
Inquisitor: I had a feeling it was you.
Lysandre: Varric, you’re a bad person.
If Clan Lavellan is killed
Varric: Listen, Lysandre…
Lysandre: I don’t really want to talk about it. It’s… it’s still really raw…
Varric: I understand. Know that you can come talk whenever.
Lysandre: I… thank you, Varric.
Solas
Lysandre: So Solas, you’ve traveled the Fade?
Solas: Yes. I have relived many famous battles and memories through the Fade.
Lysandre: What’s it like in the Fade? Since I’m not a mage, I’ve no way of getting in.
Solas: That’s not true. With my help, you could enter the Fade.
Lysandre: Really? Fascinating!
Solas: You’re Dalish, yes?
Lysandre: Yes.
Solas: A pity. There’s much that the Dalish have wrong about the Elvhen. Their patchwork society is nothing compared to what the People once were.
Lysandre: What?! And you would know the truth?
Solas: I do.
Lysandre: Why do you hate the Dalish so, Solas? *rather frustrated*
Solas: I have attempted to explain the truth to the Dales, but they refused to listen.
Lysandre: Well, if a strange elf showed up out of nowhere and told me that everything my life revolved around was wrong, then I wouldn’t want to listen to him.
Solas: I… see your point.
Solas: Your research into the Fade is beginning to lead you astray, Lysandre.
Lysandre: How so? *deadpan*
Solas: The books you have read, that you study so, they do not match up with what I have seen.
Lysandre: Then write down all you know and give it to me to study.
Solas: It would take more than just one book to do that.
Lysandre: Then start writing. I’m anxious to learn all you know. *frustrated*
Lysandre: Were you the one to seal the Breach, Solas?
Solas: No, I only assisted the Inquisitor and the (templars/mages).
Lysandre: Huh. Interesting.
Solas: Lysandre, why do you avoid me so, despite my connections with the Fade?
Lysandre: You blatantly insult my people every time you open your mouth. You’ve accused me of being an idiot for studying what materials I have on the Fade. You also act like a prick at times.
Solas: I… have no comment.
Lysandre: Good. Keep quiet.
Solas: If it does anything, I apologize for all I’ve done to hurt you.
Lysandre: As much as I want to accept your apology, I’d much rather prefer you promise to give the Dalish a second chance.
Solas: A second chance?
Lysandre: Just… let us prove ourselves to you! The Dalish have taken the ways of old and shaped a new society from their ruins! The vallaslin- we’ve changed it’s meaning! We’ve adapted over the years.
Solas: … Forgive me for my previous statements. The Dalish… have more than I have given them credit for. *voice is strained*
Lysandre: *sigh* I suppose that’ll do for now.
Dorian
Lysandre: So, is Tevinter really as bad as people say it is?
Dorian: You must be more specific. Do you mean the magisterium and their love of blood magic, the constant action and bloodshed, annoying classism, or the constant social pressure to join in?
Lysandre: I… uh…
Dorian: To answer your question, it all depends on where you’re standing. You’d have a miserable time as both an elf and an outsider.
Lysandre: Oh. Then I’ll check Tevinter off of the places I want to visit.
Lysandre: Your hair looks soft, Dorian.
Dorian: Oh, it is. It would be better if I could get my hands on some of the wash I had in Minrathous.
Lysandre: It’s shiny, too.
Dorian: I would expect as much.
Lysandre: You’re pretty… *muttered*
Dorian: What?
Lysandre: What?
After a conversation with the Inquisitor post-Adamant
Dorian: Lysandre, I see you frequent the Inquisition’s library, but you always look like you’re searching for something. Perhaps I could help you?
Lysandre: Oh! That’s very nice of you, but, ah… Eheh, it’s rather embarrassing what I’m looking for…
Dorian: I won’t laugh. You can tell me.
If Lysandre was not present in the Fade
Lysandre: Oh, well… I’m looking for books on the Fade. I want to understand it better, since I’m no mage. The Inquisitor was there, so I can ask them, but I want to know all that I can! There’s no way they could have explored it all.
If Lysandre was present in the Fade
Lysandre: Oh, well… I’m looking for books on the Fade. I want to understand it better, since I’m no mage. The Inquisitor and I were there,but I want to know all I can! There’s no way we could have explored it all, especially with that big demon chasing us.
Dorian: I see. Well, I’ll keep an eye out for them.
Lysandre: Oh, thank you Dorian! You’re too kind!
Lysandre: Dorian, why is it you wanted to help the Inquisition? Was it only to give Tevinter a better name?
Dorian: Oh, how you wound me! No, I came because it was the right thing to do.
Lysandre: Ah, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to sound accusing!
Dorian: It’s quite alright. It was a legitimate question.
If Clan Lavellan is killed
Dorian: I cannot express the sorrow I feel on your behalf, Lysandre.
Lysandre: I… Thank you, Dorian. You don’t have to…
Dorian: You’re a friend. I’m here for you.
Lysandre: That… means more to me than you know. Thank you.
(Romance between Dorian and Lysandre, triggered only if neither are romanced by the Inquisitor)
Dorian: I’ve noticed your lingering stares, Lysandre.
Lysandre: Oh Creators, I’m sorry! I-I won’t do it again… *embarrassed*
Dorian: No, do continue. It’s hard not to appreciate art if you don’t look.
Lysandre: I, uh… okay.
Dorian: You know, I’ve never noticed how strapping you look in your armor.
Lysandre: *stutters and blushes* I- ah- th-thank you! Uh… You look good too?
Dorian: *chuckles* I know.
Inquisitor: Please stop.
Lysandre: Dorian, we need to talk about what happened in the library.
Dorian: Are you certain you want to do this here? In front of everybody?
Lysandre: Oh, you’re right… When we make camp, then we’ll talk.
If Sera is present
Sera: What, you two conspirin’ or something? Some secret Fade plot thing or whatever?
Dorian: Sera, were I conspiring anything, I would not state it outright. Nor would I give hint of my plans to anyone.
Sera: Hm. Still watchin’ you.
Dorian: You’ve been avoiding me. What is it?
Lysandre: I don’t want to talk to you right now.
Dorian: Lysan-
Lysandre: Just drop it, Dorian.
Dorian: Amatus, please.
Lysandre: … Why even bother staying with me? I’m nothing compared to Bull.
Dorian: What?!
If Iron Bull is present
Bull: Wait, is this because of what happened at the tavern the other day?
Lysandre: Shush, you. *angry*
Dorian: Lysandre, please. Iron Bull meant nothing by his flirts, and I curtly denied him. Nothing happened between us.
Lysandre: He grabbed your ass, Dorian. That meant nothing?
Dorian: … point taken.
After a conversation between the Inquisitor and Dorian
Lysandre: I… should apologize. It was rude of me to accuse you like that.
Dorian: No, amatus, you had reason to be angry. I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t tell you sooner.
Lysandre: Then… we can put this behind us?
Dorian: Certainly.
If both Lysandre and Dorian are in the Temple of Mythal
Dorian: Amatus, how are you fairing? Is this too overwhelming?
Lysandre: This… This is incredible! So much of my people’s history, and-and the architecture! These mosaics!!
Dorian: Please don’t faint.
Lysandre: No promises… Oh Creators…
Lysandre: Dorian, I… what are your plans for after this is over?
Dorian: This? What do you mean?
Lysandre: After we defeat Corypheus. What do you plan on doing?
Dorian: I’m not sure. I’m considering going back to Minrathous, trying to change the Imperium for the better.
Lysandre: Oh…
Dorian: Why? What were your plans?
Lysandre: Well, originally, I was going to go back to the Dalish, but…
Dorian: But…?
Lysandre: I was hoping maybe I could stay with you…
Dorian: Oh… Well, I suppose the Inquisition would suffer without me. Besides, I’d like to explore more of the South before I return.
Lysandre: So you’ll stay?! Oh, thank you, lethallin!