#terys lavellan

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I commissioned @wabart, this time they painted my beloved Terys!!!

And look at her!!! I adore the hair and lighting so much!

[dragonagedreaming]

this is the first fic i've ever posted on here, so please be kind! feel free to reblog, but please do not repost <3

Some notes:

This is a fic in a world where the Hero of Ferelden and the Champion of Kirkwall both joined up with the Inquisition for their own purposes. I love the idea of the three of them commiserating over a drink and finding commonalities in their love lives (which, I'll be honest, is the entire reason I picked up dragon age in the first place.)

Ahvi is my purple mage hawke, romanced Fenris. Stella is my rogue Cousland, romanced Alistair. And Terys is my Lavellan inquisitor, romanced Dorian. The three of them are my canon worldstate :)

Enjoy!

            Ahvi let out a relieved breath and slammed his cup back on the table. He smiled wide and leaned back, crossing his arms over his stomach and kicking his feet up. “Fuck me, if the Hanged Man had had drinks like these, I don’t think I would have ever left.”

            Stella smiled, leaning her head on her palm as she loosely held her tankard in one hand. “Did you ever leave?”

            “Hey! I had to destroy Kirkwall at some point,” Ahvi shot back. “Couldn’t do that from a bar.”

            “Oh, I quite disagree.” Stella smirked, lifting her cup to her lips. There was a light thump under the table, and Ahvi winced as Stella chuckled into her drink.

            “Maker, you’re fast.” Ahvi moaned as he rubbed his knee under the table.

            “Had to be, to kill an Archdemon.”

            Terys chuckled softly. “Glad that you enjoy it, Hawke.”

            Ahvi smiled, raising his tankard up slightly and taking a slower swig. “Speaking of enjoyment…” he started, waggling his dark eyebrows above his cup and training his black eyes on Terys’s golden ones. “You and- Dorian, was it?”

            Terys raised a pale brow in comparison, a light smile gracing his lips. “That is indeed his name.”

            “How did that happen, anyways?” Stella asked, leaning in.

            Terys leaned back in his chair, kicking one leg over the other. “Well, that depends on what you’ve heard.”

            “You know, I’ve been assuming that the majority of what I’ve heard about the two of you is probably bullshit.” Ahvi chimed. “I assume he hasn’t used blood magic to make you heed his beck and call-“

            “Or that you’re blackmailing such a highborn son into staying in your bed-“

            “Or that he’s actually a very adept Tevinter spy, sending reports back home on the Inquisitor’s wine preferences.”

            “Alright, alright.” Terys laughed, leaning back into the table. “What precisely did you want to know?”

            Stella leaned in closer, but Hawke jumped in first. “How is it? You know. It.”

            “You’re twelve.” Stella jokingly scoffed, and Hawke let out a bark of laughter.

            “Amazing.” Terys smiled, eyes darkening and gaze lingering on the table. Stella and Ahvi exchanged a smirking glance.

            “And the love?” Stella asked, a knowing smile on her face.

            Terys glanced up, between the two legendary heroes sitting at his table. At the silver wedding band on Queen Stella’s left hand. At Hawke, whose courtship with a certain white haired elf was known across every corner of Thedas.

            “Even better.”

            Stella giggled- the Warden-Commander, giggling- and Hawke clapped a hand across Terys’s slender shoulders. “Then to love and not dying!”

            “To love and not dying!”

[rhunae]

Terys Lavellan

Inquisitor Serafina’s father, a master hunter for Clan Lavellan.

[galadrieljones]

The Dead Season: Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Oaths

Excerpt:

“You’ll man the grill,” said Rev, glancing his way. “Does that work for you?”

Solas nodded. “Certainly.”

“Are you the sort of man who can cook?”

"Am I the sort of man who can cook what?"

"You know what I mean."

“Cooking is just a component of math for me,” said Solas. “Therefore, yes."

“I hear you’re also an ancient elf and a mage of considerable power,” said Deshanna, point blank. He handed him a flute of champagne. “In addition to being a cook and a mathematician, of course. Is that true?”

Solas glanced around, but the room lacked all reaction. “It is.”

“Revasan told us this morning.”

“This morning?” said Solas. “How long have you all been awake?”

“Since like five,” said Terys. He was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the table. He was peeling potatoes.

“Don’t look so miffed, Ser Solas,” said Ellas. “That’s just farmers.”

(Keep Reading at AO3)

What if Solas changed his heart? What if he never left? Find out at AO3.

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they're working it out on the remix

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them!!!!!!! (waiting for an half elf ears mod for rook)

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drawing vallaslin will be the death of me

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I neeeeed Solas as an advisor.

I want him walking around the Lighthouse, to always reach whatever room Terys is in. And the air to turn into something like honey as these old friends melt into a hug.

I want him to stay at her room, since there were no more bedrooms left, and she offered it. To roll to her side of the bed when she's not staying the night, and meet her in dreams.

I want him to teach Terys magic, to try and keep up with her as she melts into the shadows like it's swimming.

I want him to whisper into her graying hair every story of his life, as they lay down their books on the tea table, alongside their warm drinks.

I want the relief on both their shoulders as they have each other back.

I want them to kiss as they fall back into the friendship they had nine years ago, and realize it's not exactly what they need from each other anymore.