#nansa lavellan

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character aesthetics - enan’sahlin “nansa” lavellan

you’re too wrapped up in your self-doubt you’ve got that young blood; set it free

- lauren aquilina

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💼 For Sammy and Nansa!

💼 On Sammy, you will find a pendant on a leather cord: a bear’s head carved from white stone.

💼 On Nansa, you’ll find a fairly crude, but sweet, drawing of three stick figures: one blond, one dark-haired with blue facial tattoos, and one with no hair and red facial tattoos. All are smiling and holding weapons.

send me a 💼 and one of my ocs and i’ll tell you an item you can loot from them

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Kissing prompt: Raf grabs Nansa’s face and says “please - please” before devouring Nansa’s mouth without waiting for a response.

Raf all but stumbled into the room, bottle dangling from his hand, and searched blearily for his quarry.

There.

Nansa was sitting on the bed, Mella in his lap, laughing with Sethi about something, something, why were they laughing? There was nothing worth laughing at, not now.

Raf took two clumsy steps forward into the room, and the laugher died. “Raf?” Nansa quickly set Mella on the ground and hurried to Raf, catching him before he could trip and fall. “Raf, what’s wrong? You’re drunk?”

The bottle fell to the ground and (thankfully, the tiny sober part of Raf’s mind noted) did not shatter as Raf took Nansa’s face in urgent, graceless hands. “Please--please--” were all the words he could form before he pulled Nansa close and smashed their mouths together, inelegant, desperate, and begging.

Their lips slipped apart a few seconds later, and Nansa wrapped his arms around Raf as Raf started to sob. Nansa looked up at Sethi and whispered, “Sorry,” as she quietly took Mella’s hand.

“Take care of him, she replied as she led her daughter out of the room.

Nansa stroked Raf’s back, gently leading him to the bed as Raf cried and cried. Finally, as sobs began to subside into sniffles, Nansa murmured, “Did you lose someone?”

Nansa didn’t see Raf’s nod so much as feel it against his chest. “Who was it?” he asked, gentle, gentle with his sweet, sad man.

“Rhion,” Raf whispered. “I thought he was rallying yesterday, and then today he just...slipped away.”

“He was called to the next place,” Nansa murmured. “Someone else thought they could use his scouting abilities better than we could while he was lying in the infirmary.” Even as he said it, a pang went through him. Rhion had been in that original squad with him and Han, had been trapped in that cave with Nansa and what was left of them after LaBrun was killed, had looked to Nansa for instructions and stood by him when others challenged. “I’m sorry, Raf. I’m sorry.”

Nansa laid them down, tucking himself around Raf as if to protect him, and whispered, “I love you, Raf,” even as he said a silent, wordless prayer to Falon’Din to find Rhion and take him onward.

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20 for Nansa, and 15 for Saraan, and 6 for Duke!

Nansa at 20 was a little happier. An adult, a full member and protector of the clan, a boyfriend. But the thing he’ll never forget from that age is when Aiyan asked Keeper if he and Nansa could promise themselves to each other and become bondmates. Keeper was furious and forbade it. That was the first time Nansa was truly afraid of Keeper, the first time he saw that she could wield more power over him than he realized. The first time he had to wonder if he loved someone more than he loved everyone else and everything else he knew.

Saraan at 15 was happy. Still living with her father, working where they could find work. Still skinny, but lean and hard and strong. She and her father had each other and almost nothing else. They loved each other dearly. But Saraan’s best memory from 15 is of the day when she didn’t need her father. A gang of young human men from the village near the farm that had hired Saraan and her father to work the fields cornered her against a building, threatening her. She hadn’t quite hit her growth spurt yet, so a few of them were still taller than her. They got closer and closer--and then one grabbed her, tried to tear her shirt off, and Saraan attacked right back. Her father, hearing his daughter yelling, ran to find her and came upon her facing down the last of the men who was unhurt. Her face was bloody, her shirt nearly completely shredded, and she was snarling at him with rage in her eyes. Her father knocked him swiftly out while he was still sizing Saraan up, took Saraan back to their room, cleaned her up, and told her he was proud of her. He didn’t tell her that he recognized the rage; she’d inherited it from him. It was the rage of his that had accidentally killed Saraan’s mother.

Duke at 6, then called Sonya, was just starting to come into her hell-raising self. By that time, she was completely recovered from the eezo accident when she was three (that would eventually give her biotics) and running around the carrier where Hannah was posted. Duke’s fondest memory from that time was when Hannah brought a new boyfriend to their cabin. He was a civilian biologist working with the Alliance, and Sonya kicked him in the shins. She was not happy about having to share her mother. Turns out the guy was an asshole anyway, and Hannah dumped him just a couple months after. Hannah has trusted Duke’s judgment on her boyfriends ever since.

send me an oc of mine and an age and i’ll tell you what they were like at that age and an unforgettable memory from that age

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and 159 because I feel bad for being mean.

"Didn’t you read the sign?”

“What sign?” Raf asked, bewildered.

“The sign Nansa and I put up for you! With when you’re working this week.” Han pointed at the piece of parchment nailed to the back of the bedroom door. “You’re not scheduled today; you don’t have to go to the infirmary!”

“I just want to check some things,” Raf protested.

A large pair of hands picked him up from behind. “Oh, no, you don’t,” Nansa warned, turning around to set Raf down facing away from the door to their room. “Let the other healers cover it today, okay? You rest. Can’t have you shutting down on us again, okay?”

Raf turned to snap at Nansa, but stopped when he saw those honest blue eyes pleading at him. “All right,” he sighed. “I’ll stay here. For a while, at least.” He hugged Nansa and held out an arm for Han. “Can’t disappoint my boys, after all.”

@solitarysmith​ once again for the workaholic boy

nearly 200 prompts

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❛ When did you become so weak? ❜ >:D

After half an hour, Halla stalks in a circle around Nansa. He’s on his hands and knees, bleeding and panting, his blunted training sword a foot from his hand. “Come on,” Halla growlss, circling to stand in front of Nansa again. “That can’t be all you have. Why are you in my squad if that’s all you can do before you quit?”

Nansa looks up with an answering snarl before snatching his sword back up and lunging. Halla blocks his wild blow almost contemptuously before kicking his legs from under him again. “Is this really all?” she demands. “Why are you here? Are you even trying? When did you become so weak?”

“Of course I’m trying,” Nansa snaps back, but Halla throws his words back in his face.

“Of course,” she repeats mockingly. “Because of course you’re not distracted. Of course your mind is here rather than with Han and Raf. Have you been paying attention to anything since the attack?”

“We were given the time off so we wouldn’t have to pay attention--”

“We were given the time off because we failed!” Halla interrupts. “Because, while we were there to protect the Inquisitor, an assassin slipped right through us and put a knife in him!”

“What would you know of failure?” Nansa shouts. “Lady Trevelyan, born and bred to be perfect! Savior of Ostwick, who wouldn’t let anyone tell her no when she went off to fight demons! Well, is this a big enough ‘no’ for you, Halla? I nearly lost both the men I love to that assassin, not to mention Re! And before that--”

“Before that, you and Sethi and Aiyan were effectively kicked out of your clan--I know! I’ve heard this story before! Doesn’t change that fact that neither of us--none of us--has any excuse for what happened that night! Least of all us.” She’s not shouting anymore. “You and me. You because of Raf and Han, and me because...because you’re right. I have to be perfect. I can’t fail. If I fail, I just prove her right.

“So.” Halla raises her training knives, dropping back into a fighting stance. “Let’s try this again, and swear to each other that next time, we won’t fail.”

prompts from the girl on the train

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Also “eventually… you just move on" as a wildcard for anyone you want!

Mella is sound asleep in Aiyan’s bed in the corner of the room. Winter is starting to come to Kirkwall, the cold breezes from the south blowing in across the Narrow Sea.

Sethi stands in the face of one, just outside Aiyan’s doorway, her remaining arm tucked up to hide the other, letting the wind blow her hair back, her eyes closed. Aiyan and Nansa share a look before Nansa ducks out the door, taking Sethi’s narrow shoulders in his hands and softly steering her back inside. “At least get a coat on,” he murmurs.

But she simply goes to her daughter’s side, sitting on the bed and brushing away the fine hair Mella inherited from her. “Thank you for letting us stay here for a while,” she says quietly. “I think...I think it’s almost time for Mella and me to go back to Skyhold. Deal with what’s left of the Inquisition.”

Aiyan sinks down on the cot next to his best friend. “Sethi, if you need to stay longer...”

“It’s fine,” Sethi insists. “I’ve dealt with it being...like this...once before. I can do it again.”

“Last time, he was just missing,” Nansa says. “This time...”

“I know.” Sethi’s voice is a little more forceful now. “I still have a duty.”

“Seth...lethallan.” Aiyan tucks her hair behind her ear like she did for Mella. “Promise me--promise us--that you won’t let this weigh you down too long. All three of us know that you need to let go sometime, that, eventually...you just move on.”

“I know,” Sethi says, eyes still on Mella. “Let me...let me be sad a little longer?”

“A little longer.” Aiyan puts his arm around Sethi’s shoulders as Nansa kisses her forehead. “Go back and be who they need you to be when you’re ready, but first stay here and be sad a little longer.”

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💭 💭 💭 make a combo with whoever you choose? 😀

Sethi on Han

He’s a good person. He’s sweet with Mella. Even if he was a little unsure around her at first, he was always considerate of her. I was afraid at first that he’d snap at her when she pestered him, but he never did.And he loves Nansa. I mean, who doesn’t--but Han really loves him. And I’m glad for that. Nansa needs someone to love him like that, to put him before themself. Han’s just as selfless as he is, and it’s good for Nansa. Good for both of them, probably.I don’t know Han well enough outside the field, honestly, but he’s a fantastic fighter, and he’s a good man.

Nansa on Haormina

She’s so, so sweet. The same sweetness I see in Han, just closer to the surface. And it’s been wonderful to watch her--I don’t know, bloom--like the flowers she likes so much--since she arrived at Skyhold. She’s less quiet now. Less sad. I think that Qunari woman who likes her has been good for her. And not having to be around her family.We bonded over being kind of, well, pushed aside in favor of our siblings. I do love her. She’s the sister I never had. Well--I had sisters, of course, but...none were quite like Haormina.

Halla on Re

He’s been a capable leader from the first. From what I know of him, I think he was raised to be a leader, so it makes sense. But he’s surprised me, too. He sees more than any of us, understands more than I do, that’s for sure.But...he’s a mortal like me. After the Exalted Council, the first time I saw him, when I went to report to him that the Qunari invasion had been repelled and my team and I had made our way through the eluvians to make sure of it...he looked so lost. For the first time, he really looked blind.So I offered. Offered my home as a safe place to rest. Sea air and privacy and no Qunari invasions or goddamned bald-ass elves or... Sorry.I think it’s been good for him. I’m glad. I, well--I care about him. I want him to be happy and well.

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