#morrisorcha

[lavenderizes]

[lavenderizes]

4 for sorcha amell and the codex entries!

AAAAUUUGGGHHH ok 1) thank you so much 2) this will be painful

—

A crumpled letter that seems to be written in a shaky hand. Whether or not it was ever delivered to the intended recipient is anyone’s guess, and although the author is technically anonymous, many suspect it to be the Hero of Ferelden—who’d been virtually impossible to trace by anyone other than Sister Nightingale—who had disappeared a scant few years before this vellum had been discovered.

“I do not wish to hear such nonsense. You, in your naïveté, believe that humanity is inherently altruistic, but ‘tis not the case and never has been—humanity is selfish right down to the marrow of our bones.”

Do you remember saying that to me by the campfire? Everyone else had gone to bed, or at least were doing a bang-up job at pretending that they had, but you and I were practically huddling together as though it was a freezing winter night and we had no other way of surviving through the night, confessing things we’d never told anyone else with only each other and the stars as our witnesses. Your eyes were shimmering, a liquid gold cutting through the soft glow of the firelight, but I didn’t think you were ready. You probably still aren’t.

Andraste’s blessed tits, I should’ve asked if I could kiss you back then. At least then I wouldn’t have to deal with this all-consuming uncertainty. I wouldn’t have to wonder if

the child could’ve been my son, too, in a different life where you love me back

if you’re safe from that wretched being who calls herself your mother

if you’re getting enough to eat, because you’ve always had a habit of hoarding food as though someone is going to take it from you

there could’ve been a spark there, once. But it’s been years since I’ve felt your presence through the ring you’d given me, and so I have learned to accept my feelings and keep them to myself. We were not meant to be lovers, and that is alright. You seem to have stopped seeing me as your closest friend—or, indeed, a friend at all—and that, too, is fine.

I do my best to no longer think of you or ponder over the boy.

Yet I still can’t help but worry. I think we can both agree that my mother, as little as I remember of her, gave me a name meaning “clear, shining, bright”—depending on the interpretation—as a cruel sort of desperate hope. Perhaps she was pleading with Andraste for the Maker to turn his gaze on me, to bless me and absolve me of my original sin, but you and I both know that it was all for naught: I turned out to be a mage anyway, the same as my older brother and younger sister. The same as my older stepsister. And, if I’ve heard correctly, the same as my youngest brother and sister. They’re twins, making it even more likely that my mother would bear yet two more mage children.

Or perhaps she wanted me to rise up in this world and become an influential figure, to restore the Amell family name to its former glory. I’ve never given a shit about any of that, though. You’ve heard me bitch and moan about it enough to know my views on that particular subject.

Or, the simplest explanation—she simply liked my name. And perhaps, in an ironic way, I did fulfill its meaning: I became a tool used with a clear purpose, a bright spot in an otherwise doomed situation. A shining beacon of “love is the death of duty.”

If there could’ve ever been any chance of it coming to fruition, sometimes I have nightmares that I would’ve been selfish enough to run away with you, to leave it all behind and make my “Second” the official leader of our ragtag band of questionable characters.

I want to tell myself I wouldn’t have been.

I don’t know if that’s true. I’d like to think it is.

Thankfully, maddeningly, I’ll never have to know.

I’m only writing this letter because we may not have the chance to meet again, and part of me is glad for that—I am, after all, to the very core of me a coward. Those who would argue otherwise, who would say that I rush into danger when the most seasoned of veterans would sound a retreat, have not been privy to my innermost thoughts the way that you have.

I have been contacted by Cousin. She informed me in a roundabout way that the Inquisition could use a hand. I will not let her be dragged into this mess. If someone has to do this, it has to be me. Someone else might get it wrong.

The plans I’ve heard whispered by those scant few I still hold dear are madness. It has to be me. I’m sorry. I hope you care. I hope you don’t.

[There’s no signature, but a few darker spot indicate that something may have spilled on the vellum.]

[lavenderizes]

The crackling noises from the flames accompanied by the orange sparks they continuously spit is oddly comforting, creating a sort of neutral ambience where there would otherwise be naught but tense, stark silence. Morrigan and Warden Amell had argued earlier that day; she can barely remember the cause of their disagreement but she knows that it had led to something shuttering in Sorcha’s gaze, leaving Morrigan to feel as though she’d committed some grave offense—a feeling she admittedly greatly dislikes and thus it never fails to trigger an instinctive, ingrained defensiveness: in the confines of her own mind, she can concede that, but Morrigan is loathe to admit as much aloud.

She turns to gaze at Sorcha who is seated across from her, face illuminated by the soft firelight. Her green eyes glitter while she spaces off, seemingly lost in thought; her black hair somehow appears glossy despite the long day of slaughtering bandits that they’ve had. The ends of it just barely brush against her unfairly elegant shoulders.

Something begins to ache in her chest and Morrigan looks away, unaccustomed to such feelings burgeoning within her.

[lavenderizes]

If you wanna talk about OCs… top five Sorcha Amell facts??

I love gay mage wardens they are my lifeblood 😭

alright shane first of all i would die for you so jot that down

now for the facts!!

1. she’s a battlemage/force mage hybrid that specialization in primal magic and creation magic. yea, she’s a mary sue, but who cares!!

the warden has canonically had like a decade to improve their skills and imo the tier list is something like the warden > the inquisitor (pre-orb removal) > hawke. but also the warden > hawke > the inquisitor (post-orb removal).

i wouldn’t go so far as to say sorcha is on the same level as, say, wynne or anders (she’s definitely not a spirit healer), but you’re not gonna die when she’s around—though you may wish you had. her aptitude for primal magic is second to none.

2. she starts origins as a really sheltered, naïve young woman who, while not an idealist, is much more optimistic than some of her party members. throughout the course of the story, she becomes more disillusioned and bitter as a whole. post-awakening, she’s on the fast track to becoming cold, standoffish, and closed off. she also develops more of a flat affect. sorcha does have a tender heart, but her walls have been up for a very long time and it would difficult to tear them all down. she’s very loyal to her friends and steadfast allies, but she no longer goes out of her way to aid the common folk unless some sort of bigotry is involved.

3. the human mage warden is canonically one of revka amell’s five children (who all turned out to be mages and therefore were all sent to different circles across thedas). revka is leandra’s cousin, making the human mage warden the hawke siblings’ second cousin.

i liked that tidbit and decided to expand on it. anwen amell is the only child from revka’s unnamed avvar husband’s previous (short-lived) marriage. revka adopts her and she is therefore technically the eldest amell sister and the eldest sibling overall. next is seoras amell, the eldest brother and eldest biological sibling. then there’s sorcha amell, the eldest biological sister and the third eldest sibling overall. then comes saoirse amell, the fourth eldest sibling overall. last but not least are the fraternal twins, sean amell (slightly older) and seanna amell, making them the youngest siblings.

i have a lot of interesting dynamics plotted out between them (except for seoras and anwen. i haven’t really developed them at all).

4. eiriol surana is sorcha’s first love (a classic rivals to friends to lovers), and even though they don’t end up together, they still remain dear friends and a lot of people mistake them for a couple (morrigan and leliana thoroughly dissuade people from thinking that).

5. sorcha was so distraught by bein taken to kinloch hold (she was only 6) that irving magically blocked her memories—he didn’t feel as though he had much of a choice; she was lashing out with her magic every time she had a meltdown and the templars were sick of it. she doesn’t remember anything about them, save for the fact that her father would sing her gentle lullabies and her mother would braid her hair. sorcha had never gotten to meet the younger twins; they hadn’t even been born until after she was taken to kinloch hold.

[lavenderizes]

“my warden and m0rrigan hesitantly hold hands and exchange longing looks” can’t relate!! my warden is giving it to her good with a strap bc m0rrigan is a (nonbinary) stone femme lesbian and my warden is a (regrettably cis) androgynous lesbian who feels aligned with a lot of the butch ideals without necessarily always presenting that way (and is stone as well)