#thema lavellan

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Took five hours and just as many hair mods but this is the closest Thema has ever been to what I see in my head. Maybe now I can finish the game with her, lol.

Maybe even redo some of her story.

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Gratitude

This was originally written for another Inquisitor I had but I decided to redo it for an intimate moment with Thema and Solas.

It was a small piece of paradise they had stumbled upon between Haven and the Storm Coast: a little niche of emerald and diamond framed by walls of gray granite and ribbons of obsidian. The only entrance to it was a short passage with rough walls and a floor of bare earth. Stepping into the cove was like stepping into another world, one of serene beauty away from the horrors of the world. It made the Breach, the war between Templars and Mages, fade away.

Water flowed from a carved shute, sliding like little sighs over a series of ledges into a crystalline pool. The jagged earth edges of the pond were softened by thick reeds and grass, vibrant purple flowers dotted throughout, a carpet of jade and amethyst. Vivid moss and lichen crept along hidden stone and shadow, silent watchers of secret beauty. It was a small space, barely big enough for three yet cozy enough for two.

It was a serene, almost supernatural place, untouched by man.

They had camped away from it, the additional members of the Bull’s Chargers called for a larger ground to camp. The Iron Bull and his men, Cassandra and Sera, seemed to ignore the presence of the cove in favor of wood fire and talk. Slipping away from the boisterous voices and scent of smoke had been easy.

Thema had stretched out on the bank, fingers combing through her hair after taking it down. She watched the ripples distort stars on the cool water’s surface around her legs. Her companion sat just a few inches away, encompassed by the reeds and tall grass, cross-legged and holding a carved flute to his lips. Eyelashes fluttered against his arched cheekbones, a surprisingly dark brown at their base and fading to red at their tips.

A deep breath was taken and released like a pray, slender fingers moving over the polished platinum wood. Soft notes resonated with their surroundings, dancing with the waterfall and over the earth like something ethereal. After traveling and speaking with Solas for so long now she was not surprised that he could play something so sweetly as he was. A painter, a mage, philosopher, a virtuoso…

The woman was entranced by every new side she saw of her closest friend. Friend… was it just friendship she felt or was it something more? Ever since that day in Val Royeaux when she sobbed her panic out into his chest her body fluttered when near him. Touch was no stranger to her… but his touch was different. Whether in the safety of Haven, the battlefield or navigating unfamiliar wilds when he touched her skin felt hot, nerves primed. The Anchor seemed to coo at the sensation, nestling like a warm feline into the sinew and bone of her body, and sometimes reached for him like a lover.

It was comforting that the unfamiliar magic responded so to the elvhen man yet she did not give it much thought. Solas had explored the Fade, was a mage of great talent and stemmed the pain when it flared up in her arm. The Anchor was just as attached to him as she was becoming.

Thema watched him weave his aria, a sense of dreamy contentment washing over her. It was little times like these she treasured most. Where Sera was loud and nosy, Cassandra like a mother, here by Solas’ side she didn’t have to say anything or do anything that she didn’t want to. Silence suited her more than words tonight and for once she was comfortable in his presence. Albeit a very attractive man that could make her heart race if he so chose. Just the right kind of smirk or innuendo made her flush, usually walking into a wall soon after. She had a feeling he enjoyed doing that to her.

He was nothing like the men of her world.

As the reminiscing came to an end so did the music. Solas lowered the flute to his lap and a nostalgic, sweetly sorrowful, smile on his lips. Something tightened in her chest at the look. It was almost lonely, the look, even though he had those back at the camp. Even though he had her. How long had he ventured alone? Had no one at all ever stood by his side?

Without thought, she reached out for his hand. Fingers slipped into his palm, thumb rubbing over his digits. “Solas…” Even this little touch made her skin tingle, the red on her cheeks reaching to her ears. “I’m here.”

His face was startled, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. The shock faded with her words. Solas’ eyes softened and the corners of his lips turned up in an almost shy smile. “I know. Thank you.”

They stayed that way until the firey colors of sunrise threaded the sky.

[empresstress13]

Birthday quick sketch for @thema-sal-shiral of Thema! 💕

[izzym-art]

Commission for @thema-sal-shiral thank you for commissioning me! ♥ This was a lot of fun to draw despite being sick lol

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I finally got a Reshade + SweetFX to work on my game! For some reason, it likes to crash the game right away instead of playing. I am loving the effects it has and the removal of the soft fog that seems to permeate the game. Both Thema and Solas look much better with the Reshade.

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Thema Lavellan, Meyers-Briggs Personality

Debater Personality (ENTP)

60% Extroverted 64% Intuitive 63% Thinking 88% Prospecting 63% Turbulent

Strengths 

Knowledgeable Quick Thinker Original Excellent Brainstormer Charismatic Energetic

Weakness

Very Argumentative Insensitive Intolerant Can Find It Difficult to Focus Dislike Practical Matters

Relationships

From the earliest dates, Debaters test their partners’ limits for this kind of potential, pushing boundaries and traditions, looking for open-mindedness and spontaneity. Dating Debater personalities is hardly a boring experience, and they make use of their enthusiasm and creativity by delighting and surprising their partners with new ideas and experiences.

Friendships

Loyalty, support, emotional feedback – these are not what Debaters look for in their friendships. The last thing people with the Debater personality type want to hear is “you’re right”, not unless they have absolutely earned the distinction in a heated round of intellectual debate. If they’re wrong, Debaters want to be told so, and they want every detail of the faults in their logic to be laid bare, partly in their quest for oftentimes arbitrary truth, and partly just so they have to work to defend that logic with counterpoint and parry.

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My leading lady, Thema Lavellan! Drawn by the amazing and ever so talented @lady-redhaired! For many moons I’ve been wanting Thema in Lady’s beautiful style but being able to help someone else out when they needed it was the better prize.

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Top: Thema when I first made her, birthed April 02, 2017

Bottom: Thema reborn just two days ago for the sixth time. Getting her face right in the game is my biggest problem. This one will be the last time I do it. (I promise... I hope...)