#tethravellan

[lyrium-lavellan]

In Confidence

*a conversation had in a quiet corner of Skyhold between two best friends about the possible necessity for a wingman*

Hawke: Will you write her story too?

Varric: Who? What’re you talking about, Hawke?

H: The Inquisitor, of course. You’re sweet on her, Varric. I can tell.

V: How do you figure that?

H: It’s not hard to notice, you know. The whole ‘making calf-eyes at each other during important missions’ thing is a little obvious. Not to mention how you look at her... And the kitchen maids are only too happy to share whispers of your nocturnal activities. Or at least the fact that you hardly spend the night in your own room.

V: Not so loud, please! Andraste’s sacred knickers, you really haven’t learned the art of subtlety.

H: Neither have you, from what I hear. Probably spend your nights pining for her like an idiot. You know she likes you too, right?

V: Hm?

H: Maker, Varric. Haven’t you noticed? She looks at you like you’re made of solid gold. Reminds me of Merrill, actually.

V: I guess so. But that’s just her personality, though. Too nice for her own good.

H: The Inquisitor’s fallen hard, Varric. Take it easy on her.

V: Don’t worry. But I think it’s her who’s gonna have to go easy on me. 

H: And here I thought you didn’t go for the hero types!

V: She’s not a hero. She’s just a normal person caught in the middle of all this shit, like you and me.

H: Then why is she called Inquisitor?

V: Convenient title. Besides, Inquisitor Velahris Lavellan - it has a nice ring to it, eh?

H: That’s her name? And you call her Clover? How’d you get there?

V: Long story. Tell you over drinks later.

H: Hey, V, if you ever need a wingman...

V: If I ever do, Hawke, you’ll be the first to know.

[sasshole-for-rent]

"It's really coming down out there, petal... whatever shall we do to wait out the storm?"

"I have a few ideas, ma vhenan..."

Velahris Lavellan & Varric for @lyrium-lavellan

[doodlingfoolishness]

Apologies for the camera phone picture of this, but hopefully it’s enjoyable regardless.  A little doodle for @neotericwitch of Imira Lavellan and Varric Tethras, from the ficlet where Varric buys a lute and tries to impress Imira... with less than desirable results.

Daily doodle 82/365

[lyrium-lavellan]

I was tagged by @bakedsweetroll to make my otp in this picrew and I just couldn’t resist!! They have matching earrings and I think that’s sweet of them 🌺💖

I’m tagging @rivainisomniari @sasshole-for-rent @herald-divine-hell @dharma-writes and whoever else wants to do this!

[lyrium-lavellan]

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER IM-😭💖🌺

[lyrium-lavellan]

Should I start a Tethravellan Discord server? Lmk if you’d be interested! It would be open to anyone and everyone who ships Varric with someone other than Bianca, be that Lavellan, Hawke, or another OC/Character. Full of rarepair antics, memes, Varric love, screaming about OCs and moral support for art and fic writing!

EDIT: I did it! Varricmancers United is now live!

[lyrium-lavellan]

“I’m gonna fuck that”

[lyrium-lavellan]

Red Inside, Eating You Up

It was Vel who heard it first. The low, mournful melody of the stone - eking its way into her brain, corrupting her from the inside out.

“Do you hear it?” She spoke softly, barely a murmur over the noise of the prison. Clanging steel gates, screaming prisoners, the crying of the desperate.

“Hear what?” Varric replied, looking up at her to find her face empty, devoid of emotion. At the corner of her eye was a line of red, just beneath the skin. It glowed inside her, a sickly red warmth.

“The song.” Vel says, eyes blank and drifting into the darkness beyond their cell. “It’s beautiful, but so sad.”

Varric pauses for a moment, looking down at his hands.

“I know, Clover. I know.”

----------

He was glad he couldn’t see himself. Almost a year in a prison had him a little worse for wear - most notably, at least to him, the fact he hadn’t been able to shave. His beard grew in thick and fast, unpleasant and unwanted. Vel didn’t seem to mind, nuzzling her face up against his cheek.

“You look good with a beard, Varric.” Vel added, curling herself up into his lap with practiced ease. It was less difficult to fit her there, now - her frame was bony and pale, sickened and so small. Her tiny, thin hands found their way to Varric’s exposed chest, eventually wrapping themselves around his neck. They were cold and clammy against his skin, but he didn’t care.

He pulled her against his chest, taking off his duster to wrap it around her. She shivered slightly at the flutter of wind created by his movement, and he quickly pulled her in, tucking her head flush against his chest. 

“Really, Clover? Hm. I don’t like it. Isn’t it scratchy?” He huffs, planting his chin on the top of Vel’s head.

“No. It feels like home.” Vel speaks, her voice drifting into a whisper.

“Then I guess I’ll keep it. Just a little longer, though.”

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She got worse quicker than Varric thought she would.

“I’m going to die, aren’t I?” She whispered, crawling her way to him in the dark.

“Hey, don’t talk like that. Someone’ll come for us, Clover. There’s... There’s gotta be someone still out there.” Varric wrapped her small, spindly frame in his arms, trying in vain to comfort her.

“Varric, look at me.” Vel tugs his chin down, forcing him to look. Her skin was sunken and grey, lips cracked and eyes starting to crystallize. She hadn’t slept in days- no, weeks. How long had it been since they’d eaten? “I’m dying.”

“If we’re going to die here, tell me the story of her. Of Bianca.” She asked, her voice hoarse with pain. 

“I made a promise, Vel. I can’t just...” Varric starts, before being interrupted.

“The world is gone, Varric. Tell me the story. Please?”

“I... Alright, Petal. I’ll tell you.”

“Petal? That’s new.” Vel’s lips quirked into a tired smile.

“I can’t keep calling you Clover, now can I?”

“Suppose not. And Varric?” Vel mumbles, lifting her head up slightly to meet his eyes.

“Hm?” Varric hums in question before Vel presses her lips to his. It was a long, slow kiss, ending with their foreheads pressed together, sad smiles on both of their faces.

“If I’m going to die, there’s no one I’d rather die with than you, Storyteller.”