#sylathi lavellan

[saphylee]

Oh, Those Summer Nights

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much @sunshinemage for capturing this beautiful moment I had in my mind. I love the smile in her eyes and just the barest hint of a smile peeking from behind the lilies. There’s just a wonderful warmth in your colors that matches the warmth Sylathi feels every time she looks at her wonderful husband, Maleus @lavellanlove, at their new home in Rivain.

[leothelionsaysgrrrr]

14. Overgrown for Lux and Syla, 15. Trembling hands for Thel and Tu, or 16. In dreams for Emma and Tam.

“Right...now, a noun. Plural.”

“Umm...” Sylathi’s eyes darted around Skyhold’s courtyard for inspiration, a slow smirk spreading across her face as her gaze settled on the deep blue of Lux’s scarf.

“And don’t say ‘scarves’. I already told you, just saying whatever’s right in front of you is cheating.”

“It’s not!” she exclaimed, swatting at the air in front of him. “It’s simply...finding inspiration in the world around you. Don’t you do the same with your stories?”

“Well, yeah, but these stories are better if you don’t actually try to make them good. Just take whatever it is that pops into your mind first and go with it.”

“Very well,” she said, with a cheeky grin. “Scarves.”

“UGH. Fine. An adjective, and it better not be ‘blue’.”

Judging by the way Lux’s mouth pursed and his eyes narrowed, she wasn’t being quite as subtle in her search for inspiration as she thought. “Overgrown.”

“Yes!” He scrawled it down, snickering to himself. “Much better, yeah? ‘nother plural noun.”

“Legs.”

“Pfft. Okay, a verb.”

“Smile.”

“And another, but past tense this time.”

“Tripped.”

“Ha!” Making quite a big show of it, Lux looked out over the courtyard, searching for whoever inspired that one, and seemed quite disappointed when she appeared to have come up with that on her own. “All right, let’s see...another noun.”

“Brush.”

“A verb?”

“Pinch.”

“Last one, yeah? So make sure it’s a good one. An adjective.”

The opportunity presented itself, and Sylathi saw no reason not to take it. He did tell her to say the first thing that came to mind, after all. She fixed him with a wry grin, and let him have it.

“Blue.”

Lux only stared at her for a moment, face scrunching comically as he tried to make sense of why she was so proud of that particular answer. It came to him in the form of a loud, wide-eyed gasp and a long, drawn out ‘ohhhhhh!!’. Shaking his head, he filled in the last of the blanks on the page, and held the journal proudly in front of him.

“Right. All finished.” He slowly turned his head to look at her, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Ready to hear your award-winning masterpiece?”

Sylathi straightened her posture, folded her hands in her lap, and gave him a resolute nod.

“They say a pot never eats, but anyone who’s picked the tea of Rivain at morning might disagree. The flowers and books head to the tents at midday, the soft quills and scarves go back to their...pfft, overgrown legs to smile over the ways they got tripped, and the brush pinches blue.”

Both of them struggled to wait until the story was over to erupt into laughter, and it was even more of a struggle for them to stop once they started.

“That was...ridiculous,” Sylathi remarked through intermittent giggles, wiping away the glaze of tears over her eyes before leaning back on her hands. Lux has long since collapsed backwards, and lay on the ground beside her, still rumbling with laughter.

“Could...we do another?”

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[thereluctantinquisitor]

“Hanin? But he’s so serious.” for a character of your choice and Syla! Because I remember a certain shipping ask where we both agreed they would have a very Pocahontas and Kocoum dynamic :P only if you're up for it, of course!

“Hanin? But he’s so serious.” Lyrene made a face and leaned against the stable wall, regarding Sylathi with a vaguely amused expression. “Listen, I get it. He’s got that tall, silent type appeal... but he’s about as fun as a bag of wet flour. You can do better.”

Sylathi, who seemed about ready for the ground to swallow her whole, sighed softly. The brush in her hand swept down the mane of one of a snow-white mare. “I know all of that. I do. It’s just... I don’t know. He seems dependable.” A faint laugh drifted humourlessly from her lips. “That seems to be in short supply, lately.”

“Well, that’s fair. I’ll give you that. But that’s not really...” Lyrene groped for the words for a while. “I mean, come on - you need someone who’ll put a little excitement in your life, Syla! Sure, he’ll be around when you need him, but if being present is all you want in a relationship you could just, y’know... date a rock or something.”

The absurdity of it startled a laugh out of Sylathi, the sound bringing a smile to Lyrene’s lips. “A rock! Ly, I appreciate the sentiment, but Hanin’s not that bad. He’s just a bit...”

“Silent? Obsessive? Married to the job?” With a playful smirk, Lyrene hopped up on one of the nearby crates, legs swinging over the side. “You’ll always be competing with Atisha, you know. And the Dawn Squad.” She grinned. “You’d have to adopt us, you know. Pretty sure it’s in a contract somewhere.”

Sylathi snorted, then cooed gently as the mare shook her head at the sudden sound. “Ir abelas... it’s all right...” She glanced back at Lyrene. “And okay. You win. I get it. Maybe he’s not ready for... whatever it is I want.” Groaning quietly, she rested her head against the mare’s. “Creators... I don’t even know what I want.”

“Hey, that’s okay. Don’t go fretting about it!” Hopping down, Lyrene moved over to drape an arm around Sylathi’s shoulders. “Plenty of folks out there who’d be tripping over themselves to take you out somewhere fancy while you figure things out.”

A light blush tinged Syla’s cheeks. “I don’t need fancy...”

“Okay, well... somewhere scenic and exciting. Like the Fallow Mire.”

Lyrene just managed to dodge the swat coming her way, grinning as Sylathi shook her head and set the brush back on the nearby shelf. “I am not falling for that again. Next time you invite me along on a mission I am going to do some research before agreeing.”

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?”

“A skeleton tried to drown me.”

“Yeah... but only once.”

[buttsonthebeach]

Sunshine and Shadow

I was so thrilled to be asked to participate in @smuttine‘s Amazon Watch Fundraiser (the details for which are here), and even more thrilled when @saphyremelodies asked me to write a drabble about Sylathi Lavellan and Sebastian! Thank you for trusting me with your characters and for donating to such a worthy cause <3

I still have slots for both the Amazon Watch Fundraiser (for which I am only doing drabbles) and for my own personal commissions (for which I have a variety of slots)!

Pairing: Sylathi Lavellan x Sebastian Vael, pre-relationship; past Sylathi x Solas implied

Rating: General

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Starkhaven in spring was warmer, milder, gentler than anything Sylathi Lavellan had experienced in the year or so since she went to the Conclave and became Inquisitor. She found she could breathe more deeply here than she could elsewhere. Even more deeply than in Skyhold, the place that had become something like home to her. A place haunted by absence now.

Sylathi turned her face towards the sun, and tried to block thoughts of Solas from her mind. It was over between them even before Corypheus died. Before he vanished from the battlefield. She should just let it - let him - go. She should just focus entirely on the on the sun-drenched balcony where she sat now, the white stone of Starkhaven’s palace, the distant sounds of the city below.

“I am pleased to see you have settled in,” came a voice from behind her, musical and kind, and a current ran through her body.

“Good morning Sebastian,” she said, turning to him.

“Good morning.” He settled into a chair beside her, and though he did not wear his ceremonial white armor, the sun still glinted off his hair, settled into his blue eyes, in a way that made her breath catch. Even years after their first meeting, there was still something startling about just how lovely he was. It was good to see him again. To visit the man who was her best friend, and had been through all of her trials, each of his letters forming an oasis of calm in the midst of the Inquisition’s chaos and peril.  

The Anchor burned in her hand at the thought of it, flaring bright green, a stark contrast to the soft golden light that surrounded them. Sebastian’s eyes flicked to it at once, and concern furrowed his handsome face.

“Is it truly alright, Sylathi? I know you said in your letters that your arcane advisor declared it stable for now before he left your side - but  I must confess that I do not like the words for now.”

“I don’t either. But I’m trying not to think of it this morning. The day is too beautiful for that.” She closed her fist, and the Anchor settled itself like a cat slinking back into shadow, a wyvern gone to ground in its cave.

She looked out over the balcony again, at Starkhaven arrayed below them, green and white and blue and brown, people moving in the distance, ships in the harbor, sails spread like wings. There was a small ornamental tree on the balcony with them - some type of willow - and its branches shivered in the breeze.

“Yes. The Maker has truly blessed us.”

Sylathi saw out of the corner of her eye that Sebastian had not followed her gaze - that he was not, in fact, looking out at the day his Maker had blessed him with, but at her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and she looked back at him, meeting his gaze, but there was a sudden intimacy in it that made her look away again, smiling.

They were quiet a few moments longer, and in their stillness, Sylathi became aware of the sound of bows being drawn and loosed. She stood and went to lean on the railing of the balcony, and found herself looking down into the courtyard of the castle where the royal archers trained.

“I’ll always remember going down there with you that first time,” Sylathi said. “I was so nervous to come and meet this great human prince and to hear his judgment about the poaching of our halla. I don’t think I really felt at ease until you asked us to demonstrate our archery. It made everything less intimidating somehow.”

Sebastian joined her at the rail, close enough that Sylathi could feel the warmth of his body, but not quite close enough to touch.

“Indeed it did. I think of you whenever I am in the courtyard practicing. How I felt at ease with you at once, with no pressure to perform as the rarified prince of Starkhaven in those moments.”

There was a flush growing, traveling up the back of Sylathi’s neck to the tips of her ears.

“I know what you mean about that now. Whenever I had to sit in judgement at Skyhold I felt so drained. I always wanted to do something simple afterwards. To feel like myself again. Thank you for the advice and encouragement you sent during all of those times.”

“Of course. If I had been able to leave Starkhaven and provide more assistance than kind words, you know I would have. Speaking of which - now that Corypheus is truly gone, have you given much thought to where you will go next?”

“Well, the Inquisitions’s work isn’t fully done. It won’t be until I’ve closed every rift in Thedas. But - after that - no, I guess I hadn’t given much thought to it.”

The breeze stirred and leaves from the nearby tree shook loose, and drifted along, and Sylathi felt two of them land in her hair. Before she could brush them away, Sebastian reached out and did it for her, his touch light and precise and soothing, and lingering just a moment longer than it needed to, his fingers just grazing her cheek. They were silent, looking at each other, and then there was a commotion in the courtyard below, and they both looked down towards it, and Sylathi’s heart raced in her chest.

“Well,” Sebastian said. “I hope you know that you can always come back here. To Starkhaven.”

This time Sylathi looked at him while he studied something the city below them, her heart filling with things she did not yet have words for.

“I think I’d like that, lethallan.”

They stood a while longer, letting the morning fill with silence and peace.

[ephemereon]

OC of the day : Sylathi Lavellan, beautiful woman U.U belongs to @saphyremelodies

I searched a bit about her and apparently she paints ? So there she goes :) Although I’m sure she paints better things than... that thing I did on her canvas ugh The pose turned out great I’m proud u.u

Thank you for letting me draw her <3 hope you’ll like her !

[saphylee]

*posts this after 84 years*

I still love this gift art by @coveofmadness of my sweet Syla lighting the way in the dark <3

[saphylee]

2 Leonie, 4 Tamralan, 6 Samhel, 15 Sylathi, 19 Thel, 20 youuu

2. what sort of things does your muse look for in a partner?

Leoni admires independence in people. She knows compromise happens in relationships, but she doesn’t want someone mold themselves to be the perfect person for them, because she won’t do the same for them. And she admires those who can lead their own lives without demanding she be at their side. She wants to compliment and add someone’s life, not take it over.  She has built walls up over the course of her life and isn’t necessarily looking for someone to tear them down, but if they should, they can’t come in like a wrecking ball. Too much prodding and pressure and she’d turtle up and stay tight lipped. So patience and kindness is a must. She would do they same for them.

She wants someone she can trust with everything she is and to be in love with her best friend.

And if they want to partake in sparring to stay in shape, that’s a bonus. ;)

4. what is the lowest and highest age person you’ll ship with your muse?

For Tamralan, since he’s in his early 40′s, I follow the 10 above/10 below rule. 30 is pushing the youngest for him since experience has them both in totally different places, so he won’t actively pursue someone that young. However, he’s not going to turn away someone in their early 30′s should he fall in love with them. Anyone in their 20′s is a huge no. 50′s is fine, but if they’re in their 60′s or older, again, they’re in a different place, so he wouldn’t actively pursue them either.

6. has your muse dated before? if so, how long did those relationships usually last? 

Samhel has dated in the loosest sense of the word. Like he would have crushes and sneak off with people to kiss, but they never lasted long, maybe a few weeks tops. It wasn’t a huge priority to him when he was more concerned with surviving in the Halamshiral alienage and working to help his moms. And after believing he lost them, he’s really not interested in being in a relationship.

15. if your muse is uncomfortable in a relationship, will they address the problem or keep quiet?

Sylathi’s tendency is to keep quiet. It feels safer as she doesn’t like to confront people. Sometimes though, most times, that makes everything worse. Over the years though, with the influence and guidance of her best friends and family, she grows to bring up anything she’s uncomfortable with in her relationship. And more times than not, she and her partner end up closer than before. And she hopes her partner feels comfortable enough to do the same.

19. is there someone your muse has a crush on, but who you don’t actually have a ship with?

Oh lord, like usually if Thel has had any physical attraction to someone, there’s a ship for it, or we work to make the ship possible. I don’t make the rules for my slutty son (I say this with so much affection for him). There’s a couple that comes to mind, but I know wouldn’t happen or become anything more than a fling or hookup. But that’s okay. Thelrand has ~plenty~ of ships.

The first crush that came to mind is Gael Hawke (@lavellanlove)(it wouldn’t let me tag you??). Part of that is wishful thinking on my end because I ~adore Gael with all of my being. They had ~one~ scene together and they had good chemistry and would be a ship that, if it ever happened, Gael would bring out Thel’s goofy side that he shoves down with his perfectionism.

The second one is Delrin Barris. *swoons* I love this man so much and he deserved way more than what he was given. In modern!au, they have a great friendship, and they goof off together and have so much fun, and it’s ~perfect.~ Thelrand would literally be falling in love with his best friend, and he already loves him so much! I don’t know how compatible they would be in a relationship, but that would be something fun to explore.

20.  what would push you to drop a ship?

Is it possible to have so many ships that when you get a new one, it just knocks one off? Of course not! I love all my ships and don’t drop them lightly. However, I have dropped them for the following reasons:

Losing touch with the other person. This one is less of a “drop” and more of a “dormant.” I still have a ship that I hold dear in my heart from like 2010, but I am no longer friends with that person, so I really don’t think about the ship often, but when I do, it’s usually with fondness.

The ship is superficial. Like it’s obvious that the ship exists because they look good together, not because they’re compatible. At that point, I’d just write it off as a fling.

Too much drama. Anyone who writes with me know I *love* my drama. Drama pushes the plot, flavors the writing. But even I have my limits, and I’ve learned them after having to correct the many mistakes I’ve made over the past decade I’ve been rping. I’ve lost ships over this and almost lost some of the most important and loved ones.

I don’t have energy. Again, this is more of a “dormant” thing, but sometimes, especially if the ship is a new idea, I just don’t have the energy to commit to writing a new dynamic. It’s worse if I wasn’t completely into them to begin with.

Entitlement. Sometimes I think I’m guilty of this, though I really try not to be. Having people push me excessively for content makes me less likely to want to do it and it sours the ship they wanted content of.

This isn’t inclusive. Just stuff I thought of on top of my head.

[saphylee]

I can’t believe I forgot to post these cuties that I commissioned from my dear friend @cheekywithcullen. Unlikely friends, Sylathi Lavellan and Sebastian Vael eventually find love in each other after the events of Trespasser.