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This picrew is literally a godsend!!! If you guys have DA OCs, check it out! Click for better quality ~🌺
I used it for some post-Trespasser looks for my babes(including Avi, ½ of my Surana twins and Nehri’s canon Arcane advisor. We don’t talk about her scars...)
From Left to Right ~ Mithari Lavellan Syrillon ~ Velahris Lavellan ~ Nehriel Lavellan ~ Cassia Cadash ~ Teya Adaar ~ Aviselan Surana
no guts, no voice, no bones
The Fade eased open around Nehri, embracing her like she was always meant to be there. The one place which would always hold a space for her, in both body and soul. Here, life was free of complications. Here, she forgets the pain of her waking moments, free to slip beyond the veil, whispering with spirits of Wisdom and Compassion.
And yet, even the Fade was different at Skyhold.
It felt old. Older than itself, she supposed. The veil beckoned her across, trapping her in unending nightmares. The souls of those who died at Haven screaming for mercy, absolution. Those she couldn’t save, begging for the Maker’s forgiveness. She was tormented. They weren’t her people - they would never be her people. But she felt responsible for them. She was their leader, and she failed them.
As she was pulled back into consciousness, she began to cry. Warm, wet tears rolled down her cheeks, washing away the dark kohl that painted her eyes.
“Da’len, you are above this. They are not your people.” Purpose chastised her, and she could feel the tinge of disappointment pricking at the back of her mind.
“They trusted me, and I betrayed them. They put their faith in me, however misguided it may have been, and I failed them!” She sniffles softly, suffering in silence as she has always done.
“Your destiny is not to lead the humans, child. Do not concern yourself with them. Their lives mean nothing.” Purpose’s voice fades as Nehri brushes her out of her thoughts, sitting upright in bed as she catches a glimpse of flickering candlelight at her door.
“Vhenan?” Solas’ voice floats through the silence like music, low and soft, easing the tension in her muscles. She allows her head to fall back on the pillow, tying a bow in the loose ribbons of her nightgown.
“It was just a nightmare, Solas. I’m alright now.” She still hadn’t quite recovered, brushing off the remnants of tears onto her sleeve. She could still feel the burning behind her cheeks, the pain in her heart.
As he approaches, she rolls to the opposite side of the bed, pulling back the covers and inviting him in.
“Will you stay with me?” She asks, only half-pleading. Her body quivers, a side effect of the night terrors she’d been plagued by. He clasps his hand around hers, slipping in beside her. His arms found themselves snaking around Nehri’s waist, his face burrowed in her neck.
“Of course. I am happy to oblige.” He sighs into her skin, perfumed and soft, remarkably flawless. Her hair was fanned out against the pillow behind her, draping over his shoulders. It smelled of incense and spices, memories etched into his mind like runes in a stone.
“To be honest, I... am not sure if I’m alright. Not anymore.” A moment of vulnerability. One single sentence, spoken in confidence. Her soft voice faltering on syllables she was once sure of. It was progress, albeit slow. He was proud.
“You have done well, vhenan. Your grief will pass. For now, you must focus on the future.” He runs his fingers through her hair and down the curves of her waist, marveling at her softness. How many thousands of years had it been since he’d felt her lips against his? The gentle touch of her hand at his waist? Her smile, as she leads him through a dance she’d known since childhood?
“I suppose I should.” She tightens her grip on her hand, nails biting into her skin.
“Sleep, vhenan. You have been through enough.”
“And what if the nightmares return for me?”
“Hush, Marigold. I shall protect you.”
“Marigold? My, my, Solas. You’ve been spending far too much time with Varric.”
“It is a lovely nickname. I believe it suits you well.”
“I... think so too. Varric does have a way with words.” Nehri sighs deeply, curling her legs up. “Solas?”
“Hm?” Solas hums, carding his fingers through her hair. It was impossibly soft, midnight-black and sleek as it glittered in the candlelight.
“Thank you.”
Nehri is shredded and nobody can change my mind. She deadlifted Corypheus’ dragon. 👌🤣
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WIP Wednesday!
Cutting it reeeeeal close with this one! Thanks to the lovely @midnightprelude for tagging me! If you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged! I want to see your WIPS!!!
This is an excerpt from the first chapter/prologue of The Wolf’s Path! It’s still a WIP, and I’m too tired to edit for spelling/grammar right now so I hope it’s alright!
The sea lurched beneath the wooden floorboards of the hold, and Nehri’s stomach reeled along with it. It was stuffy and hot below deck, a far cry from the crisp forest air she was so accustomed to. It was all a bit too much; the waves slapping the hull, the huffing of the sailors and the other passengers, the piercing cry of a lone gull. It was nauseating. Stupid shems and their stupid boats. What she wouldn’t give to be back home, on solid ground again. To feel dirt beneath her feet and under her fingernails, to hear the wind whistling through the trees, the halla grazing in the fields. But she had a sacred duty to perform, and not a force in the world could stop her.
She had made an unbreakable vow when she received her vallaslin - that she would protect Clan Lavellan as if they were her own, and lead them with the wisdom and compassion of a true-born Dalish. But she was not a true-born Dalish, no matter how many times she milked a halla or shat in the bushes. She was not of their people, and they hated her for it. The other children called her ‘flat-ear’, before their Keeper shooed them away. The Keeper had chosen her, but the rest of the clan surely had not. She didn’t blame them for disliking her. She had many unlikeable qualities.
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Could have been better but I made this in like 3 minutes so… Nehri!
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