A lil’ rough of my Dragon Age Oc boy, Nelris.




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A lil’ rough of my Dragon Age Oc boy, Nelris.
Fascinating
(AO3 Link)
Something about Solas captured Lokita’s imaginations. Caught ahold of her crystalline clear eyes and heightened her senses when she was around him.
Ever since she’d been escorted through the mountains by Cassandra to seal the breach, Varric at her back while the apostate Elven mage quietly instructed her in how to use the glowing green mark upon her hand, she had found herself drawn to him.
Maybe it was because he was another mage. Maybe it had been the way he’d so confidently pushed her to seal that first rift. Maybe it was because one of the first things he’d done was tell the Seeker that she couldn’t be the cause of the breach in the sky, but whatever it was, Lokita Lavellan knew she was in trouble.
Leaning against the wall of the tavern that stood near the middle of Haven, Lokita watched Solas emerge from the small house he had, temporarily, claimed as his own and after a moment or two of studying the other elf’s profile she took a deep breath and approached him on light feet.
She wasn’t trying to mask her presence, and as her booted feet crunched through the snow-covered ground, the other mage turned to face her, a small smile on his lips.
“Greetings, Inquisitor. Do you require assistance?” Solas asked softly, and Lokita answered with a smile of her own, speaking quickly before she could lose her nerve.
“I’d like to know more about you, Solas,” Kita asked, hands clasped lightly behind her back so she didn’t tangle her fingers together nervously.
“Why?” her fellow mage asked, an odd mixture of surprise and suspicion painting his features before he wiped it clean, and then only his eyes betrayed him, making Lokita swallow hard as she stammered to find an answer that was both honest and not the whole truth.
There was no way she could tell him that she simply found him fascinating. That his tales of the fade enraptured her, and that she could listen to his smooth voice speak for hours.
“You’re an apostate,” Lokita began, her voice hesitant as though unsure whether he would take offence at the title, but when Solas said nothing she continued, slowly relaxing once more when he simply listened, “yet you risked your freedom to help the inquisition.”
“Not the wisest course of action, when framed that way,” Solas offered softly, a hint of laughter to his tone, and his shoulders relaxed, drawing a relieved sigh from Lokita.
“I respect you, Solas,” she added, shrugging one shoulder self consciously, “I just wanted to know more about you.”
Her candidness seemed to surprise him again, and Solas ducked his head for a long moment before lifting it to meet her steady gaze again as she waited for his answer patiently.
“I am sorry,” he offered simply, “with so much fear in the air… What would you know of me?”
Lokita’s breath caught in her throat. After such a rocky start, the last thing she’d expected was for Solas to grant her questions. She would have counted herself lucky if he’s simply told her something about himself, but for him to give her almost free reign to ask anything at all…
Her mind practically buzzed with idea’s and for a moment the young elven woman didn’t know what to say.
OC Interview - Kita Lavellan
[For Context, I imagine this interview taking place sometime after the end of Inquisition, but before Trespasser]
Name ➔ “Kita Lavellan,” the Inquisitor answered with a small smile, hands folded in her lap before awaiting the interviewer’s next questions.
Are you single ➔ Kita blinked, seeming startled by the question. “I... suppose I am. Yes.” Her answer was stilted, and a small frown appeared between her eyes for a moment before she quickly banished it, still her welcoming smile had gained an edge of sadness that made the interviewer move on swiftly
Are you happy ➔ “What’s not to be happy about?” Kita offered back, an eyebrow raised curiously, “Corypheus is dead, the Rift is sealed, Orlais and Ferelden have, with the help of the Inquisition, been in deep negotiations for future trade agreements and alliances, and the nations to the North are slowly stabilizing with the lack of new rifts opening up.” “There’s also the new Divine to head the Chantry, from the Inquisitions own ranks, yes?” The Inquisitor smiled and gave a single confirming nod at the follow up question, “Yes, there’s that too. Leliana will make a wonderful Divine, I’m sure.”
Are you angry ➔ Her head tipped to the side curiously before shaking her head and answering with a simple “no”.
Are your parents still married ➔ The Inquisitor’s eyebrow raised a moment before she answered, “That’s... Both my parents have passed beyond the veil.” She appeared to spot the interviewer’s confusion before clarifying, “they’re both dead.”
I was tagged by @solas-disapproves (Consider yourself tagged back :D) last week, and have been carefully keeping track of the days to make sure I didn’t miss joining in! Also tagging @faerelden, if you have anything in progress <3
The mage bolt ripped through Solas’ people without warning, screams of agony, and death cries rose up and Kita’s head whipped around to stare across the village, crystalline eyes seeking out the cause of the chaos.
She had expected a demon. They were rare now, but not entirely eradicated. She did not expect to see an elvhen woman almost glowing with power.
“Solas…” she warned, her voice soft and low despite the urgency there and the elf beside her offered a small sound of acknowledgement, drawing her gaze back to his spellcasting.
It only took her a moment to figure out where he was up to and to realise that Solas couldn’t stop. If he let the spell loose now, it would crash the veil down all at once, flooding the area with demons. Combined with the threat the Evanuris now represented, it could decimate both their forces, and Kita bit her lip, mind seeking out a solution.
“Who-”
“Andruil,” Solas answered quickly, and Kita felt her breath catch, “Evacuate everyone,” Solas said, storm-cloud eyes settling on her briefly before he refocussed his attention and Kita nodded, heart in her throat.
The last thing she wanted to do was leave his back unguarded but Nel and Cullen were there somewhere, and there were dozens of unarmed villagers-
Another round of screams went up when a new bolt of magical energy blew through their people and Kita didn’t hesitate again.
She ran for the evacuation point, shooting a bolt of green veil fire into the sky as she went, the signal for both Fen’Harel’s people and her own to get the village clear if something went wrong.
Mistaken Identity
Written for my friend @fairelden since she’s having a shitty day <3
Nightmares had woken him. It wasn't uncommon, but at least he hadn't disturbed Nel this time.
As Cullen lay in bed, his heart racing, he turned to face the blonde elf beside him and slowly his breathing calmed and his mind was soothed as he let his eyes travel across her still sleeping features. Moonlight washed her face to a paleness that matched her sister, making the golden lines of her vallaslin almost seem hard and Cullen frowned softly.
Right up until she sighed in her sleep, long messy tendrils of blonde hair fluttering around her face from the movement of air, making her nose wrinkle in annoyance and the last of the tension from his nightmares fled as he smothered a soft, adoring laugh.
He stole another moment to simply stare at the marvel lying beside him, before pulling himself out of bed. He needed water to wash away the burning in his throat that always accompanied such nightmares. There was a jug on his desk, just down the ladder in his office, but he still hated leaving her alone.
It wasn't that she couldn't take care of herself, her magic was formidable, but he hated the lost look on her face when she woke up and had to come looking for him. It was like she half expected to be abandoned.
In an effort to avoid seeing that sleepy hesitance in her golden eyes again, he moved as swiftly and quietly as he could, pouring a small mug of water and downing it quickly, before climbing the ladder to his room again.
He'd been watching his grip on the ladder in the dark, so it took Cullen a few steps towards the bed before he noticed that Nel was sitting up, the heavy fur blankets wrapped around her body.
He smiled softly, a splash of guilt in his chest that he'd disturbed her despite everything, but then he saw a flash in the dark and felt panic crawl across his skin. Her eyes were glowing, and he reached for a Templar smite on startled instinct.
It was weaker without lyrium, but still more than powerful enough to neutralise a possessed mage, but as he released it he froze at the startled shout from the blonde on his bed as she visibly shuddered, and slumped slightly, frame weak and shaking like any mage whose just had their mana drained.
“Nel?”
“What... Why would you...?” the confusion in her voice reassured him, even as the tremor of fear stabbed him through the chest and Cullen immediately moved towards the bed again, only to halt when Nel flinched, and raised still shimmering eyes to his. They were still glowing, but it was the shimmer of tears that terrified him now.
“Your eyes... they're glowing... I... I thought...”
He couldn't finish what he'd thought, still confused by the sight before him, and his jaw clenched on demands for answers that he'd have barked at anyone else. Anyone but Nel, curled in on herself, shaking, and fighting back betrayed tears.
Only, after absorbing his words, she wasn't crying any more. Laughing, yes, and Cullen frowned.
“Nel...?”
“I'm an elf, Cullen,” she spluttered between weak giggles, as though that explained it, and the man continued to stare at her, baffled.
“What, and all elves have glow-in-the-dark eyes, do they?” he asked, voice tight and almost snapping at the guilt, tension, fear, and panic all still fighting to touch the edges of his mind.
Nel's amusement softened quickly in the face of his confusion, and after another moment hse stretched out a hand to draw Cullen back to the bed.
“Yes,” she said softly, wincing slightly at the ex-templar's hesitation to approach her.
He'd been around elves before, Cullen's mind insisted but then he thought about it a bit longer. The lack of natural light in Ferelden's Circle Tower... The elves of Kirkwall had all but been confined to their own alienage... and since joining the inquisition, it wasn't as though he'd had a huge amount of time to socialise in the evenings.
Had he really never seen an elf's eyes reflecting the moonlight the way Nel's were right now? He consider her another moment, before glancing up at the still damaged ceiling of his claimed room. Slowly, clouds drifting across the sky concealed the moon and Nel waited for him patiently to calm his breathing, the same way she did after his nightmares.
When he looked back to her, her gaze had returned to the captivating gold he was familiar with, and there was understanding there well that just made him feel worse about aiming a smite at her.
Slowly Cullen moved to sit beside her, taking her shaking hand and letting her lean her head against his shoulder, her frame heavy and weak.
She would tremble for while, until her mana reasserted itself, and then the guilt hit him hard.
“I'm so sorry-” he tried, but Nel lifted her head quickly and silenced him with a kiss, stealing and silencing his words.
“It's alright,” she promised softly when she finally let him pull back, “no harm done... and it was an honest mistake. I startled you... I understand.”
He studied her face intently, before cradling her jaw in tender hands and drawing the elf into another kiss, thumbs brushing along the lines of her golden vallaslin.
“I don't deserve you,” Cullen whispered when he broke the kiss, letting his forehead rest against Nel's and she graced him with a soft smile, before pulling his now unresisting frame back into bed, and curling against his chest so that she could fall back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
OTP Playlist
@perhapsrampancy gave an open invite for anyone to take part in this, and I’ll be passing that along. I’m @-ing anyone who is interested! [Edit: @schoute You asked for a tag!] Rules: Post 5 songs that make you think of your OTP.
So, Kita Lavellan and Solas, of course :D In no particular order... 1. I Won’t Say I’m In Love - Susan Egan - Hercules Because you can’t have a OTP list without a bit of Disney...
“ If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation, That's ancient history, been there, done that.
Who d'you think you're kidding, He's the earth and heaven to you, Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you.”
Show me your OC’s bbe
I was tagged by @balfrey! Sorry it’s taken me a few days to get to this! I’m rubbish at tagging people so if anyone want to do this, consider it an open tag!
Kita Lavellan
[Screenshot of my darling, Kita <3]
@fairelden An aesthetic for her OC Inquisitor, Nel Lavellan (Sister to my own OC, Kita) Permalink to Kita’s Aesthetic: https://kita-lavellan.tumblr.com/post/188617460685