#sarya lavellan

[bearlytolerant]

I don’t know if I’ll get around to drawing Sarya but I did use dd2 to capture the moment when she knows the veil is torn and she gets some magic. She misses her guy and wishes he’d just let her know he’s safe and eating well and getting enough sleep sometimes.

[bearlytolerant]

[bearlytolerant]

Was thinking about if one of Sarya’s siblings had been quizzy instead of her. She (of course) one hundred percent believes either of them would have been a better Inquisitor than her. Of course they each have their strengths and weaknesses.

I also was thinking who they would fall for…

If Han didn’t meet Zev, I think he’d fall in love with Krem. He’d be fascinated by the adventures he’s been on and the mercenary life and would just find Krem’s more relaxed demeanor to be refreshing and calming. He would’ve considered Solas a mentor but would be more hesitant to save him. Would question his judgement of peoples character and have some doubts about himself. In the end, I think he would rely heavily on friends and connections outside of the Inquistion to stop Solas from carrying out his plans, though I’m not sure Han could deliver a killing blow of it was needed.

El would have fallen for Solas. Begrudging allies to lovers of course. And she would say she would stop him from tearing down the veil but would be interested in researching what would happen if it were torn down and how it could be torn down without hurting anyone. With Inquisition money and resources, she’d better educate people on the subject of spirits in case she ran out of time against Solas’ plans. She’d give people the right tools to survive in a world where demons and spirits are free to roam. I don’t know. She would approach him with more than love letters for sure (sorry Sarya) and her path would certainly be interesting.

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas x Sarya Lavellan

Rating: E (nsft)

Word Count:1005

AO3

A Little Longer

Solas. His name lingers on her mind. On her lips. And she feels like a hypocrite. Starts her day out with guilt over losing one man who she never really cared for and ends it with guilt for the passion she can’t hide for another. But she’s never been a spiritual woman, needing to pay some sort of penance for missteps of morals she placed on herself.

Lying in bed she still remembers his freckles. The feel of his lips. The way her body ached to have his knee pressed into her thigh again. If he can manage so much longing with a well placed knee then what could he do with his fingers? His tongue? With his—

She closes her eyes, relying on memory to conjure Solas’ face and she wonders if he would care if she touched herself with him in mind. She wouldn’t care if he did. In fact, she’d rather enjoy that.

Her eyes fly open and she scrambles for her phone.

Sarya:I can’t stop thinking of our kiss…

Solas: I have not forgotten either.

Sarya: I wish I’d asked you to stay.

Solas: I have some regret in not staying.

She’s surprised by his answer but quite pleased. Her fingers type quickly.

Sarya: what would you have done if you had?

His response is instant and she wonders if he too is lying in his bed.

Solas: A countless number of things that I would also later regret.

Sarya: Like what?

Solas: Perhaps we should speak of this another time?

She chuckles to herself.

Sarya: Okay. Until then, I'm going to use my imagination. I wouldn’t mind if you used yours…😏

Solas: I…look forward to hearing about the ways you used your imagination in the future.

Sarya: Interesting. Well, have a good night Solas.

Solas: You as well.

She flops back on her pillow with a stupid grin on her face and then decides to flop over and take a very flattering picture of her ass. She does some quick edits on her phone and sends it to Solas with a little message about some help with his imagination.

—

His room is dimly lit with only his reading lamp on and when his phone buzzes again, he tells himself not to check. But her name pops up and he can’t resist. He opens her message and he can’t focus on her words. Her back is exposed, even in the shadowed lighting he can see the tenuous strain of her muscles as she stretches out, ass in the light. He is compromised. He should look away. Or close it out. Maybe even delete it altogether. But she’s wearing underwear that highlights the roundness of her ass and just barely covers her entrance. Avoiding his imagination would be the cordial thing to do. The respectful thing. He feels twenty years younger, looking at this photo on his phone and he remembers a time when this sort of game was a fun one.

Finding a decent spot to take his own selfie, as they call it, he shirks his pants down to expose the lower half of his abs but leaves enough covered to keep her guessing. A tasteful work of art. He will showcase what he has to offer without showing her. He takes a picture of his hand next, two fingers curled in sensual implication and sends them back to her.

Sarya: And here I was expecting a dick pic…

He can’t help but smirk.

Solas: Good night, Sarya.

His phone goes quiet and he makes sure to delete the photo of her ass before crawling back into his bed. He picks up the mystery novel he’d been reading and reads to keep his own imagination from running wild. Reads until he can’t read anymore. Reads until he sleeps.

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She’s staring at the pictures Solas sent for far too long. He knows what he’s doing and it’s almost cruel. But clever. Revved up and already on a high, she has a need that must be met. She allows her mind and her fingers to wander. She runs her hand down her chest, past her torso and further, through her thatch of thick auburn hair and presses a finger to her clit.

She lets his name slip off her tongue. Testing it out, letting the sound of it carry her through her longing. She will be sure to tell him of this—the way she used his name. And she wonders if he’ll take her when she tells him or if he will make her wait. Reality says he’ll wait but her fantasy says he won’t. He would want to feel how wet she is for him.

She dips her fingers inside and says his name again like a gasp. And she wonders what this night could have been. A night beyond a kiss with bodies against the wall.

Sliding her fingers up, she adds pressure to her clit, already sensitive and swollen. She gives it the attention it needs. Then imagines how the night would’ve gone.

Two fingers and she pictures her legs wrapped around his waist, his pants undone and hanging off his hips. Three fingers and he’s fucking her against the wall. She rides them, clenching and bucking against her hand. Every image of Solas bringing her to the brink of satisfaction until she finally hits her climax. The crash back to reality is a little hazy and his name is still two syllables slipped off her tongue.

Fingers stilled and her breath heavy, she opens her eyes to her empty room. The fan is cold and she smacks it away. Rises from her bed and pads over to the shower. While the water runs down her body, she imagines herself curled up in his arms, covered in his warmth and treasured by his kisses. She sighs, turns off the water and wraps herself in a towel, hoping he’s home imagining a similar scenario.

As she closes her for sleep, she vows to see him again tomorrow.

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[bearlytolerant]

That’s rough, buddy.

[bearlytolerant]

I can't believe I had to find Sarya's blog by looking at the notes on that dbc confession ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. ILY, Bear!

Sorry! Tbf, I just set it up recently! And that confession was too on point for me to not stick on that side blog 🤣

ILY2! 💛

[scharoux]

Sarya Lavellan

Portrait of one of my favorite girls for the lovely @bearly-tolerable. Thank you for your support my dear friend 💛

[darlingrutherford]

Which of your ocs would have a 'race' with another couple to see who could make their partner scream the loudest/quickest?

If we’re going by OCs, I’m leaning towards Sarya, maybe even Aneira. Cullen’s often rather controlled, but she knows what things get him to be more vocal 😏 She may not necessarily win, since the key to getting Cullen louder is to drag things out, but she’d definitely win in her mind. Aneira has an upper hand, since Jaskier is already rather talkative and emotive during sex in the first place. It would take much for her to get him to the point where he’s calling out her name nice and loud for everyone to hear. Alistair can get vocal, don’t get me wrong, but Lana is rather shy and wouldn’t be likely to join in on such a contest.

In terms of LIs, Alistair would absolutely be the person to do so. Not only would he love the game, but it’s not much of a challenge for him with Lana. Lana is loud. She has a hard time controlling it, and he knows it. They often have to resort to covering her mouth, or gagging her in one way or another, if they want to go more rough and don’t want others hearing. Honestly, anyone who has ever heard her would never challenge Alistair 😂 They’d know that if Alistair started fast from the beginning, they’d lose before they even got started 😏