#velawen

[akira-ichigo]

This came from an idea of "staging' I wanted to try drawing (and try imagining Velawen as a blood mage).

Here, Velawen is in her "Veilguard version", in an ending where Solas binds himself to the Veil but did not go into the Fade. Velawen binds herself too (because I don't know you but I find it a little bit risky to bind only ONE PERSO to the Veil ; and Velawen is a good heart) and Solas discover that the gentle and kind Velawen may have learn some blood magic without his knowledge.

Here's the idea was that when Velawen received a strong hit, making her bleeding the "blood magic power" overpowered her, making her enter in a "berserker" state until any threat is dealt with.

[fadewalking]

flirting? velawen is just going to take his hand and link her fingers with his, lifting his hand to her lips to press a kiss to his knuckles.

Doing that will only put this in her future

[akira-ichigo]

Some doodle about Velawen in her Veilguard version

[akira-ichigo]

A small doodle of Velawen (in her Veilguard version as she was originally created while I discovered the game and the Dragon Age franchise for the first time)

[dullahaunt-a]

@velawen

Dust lined the table. It did not creak from under him. A book lied pushed aside on the wide expanse of wood, an untidy scrawl scratched hard over the pages, and above through the low ceiling, slightly cracked and water-stained, a sliver of a slit had begun to leak. They dropped slow onto the floor. One fat bead in a puddle. Two. 

“I’ve thought of you,” his voice crawled, low. A whisper. “---And I've wondered.”

Her eyes glowed. Lanterns burning behind them. He curled three fingers around the armrest of the chair and lingered all around like the smell of smoke. He murmured.

“What you were -- What you would be." The tips of his fingers traced a line up the back of her neck. Disappeared in her hair. His eyes go hazy. He kissed her. A single breath, slow and deep and crawling to the far reaches of eternity, and he inhaled a lungful of roses until the taste of her filled his mouth, thick and full. Not enough. Water dripped. A lick to her lips. He sucked, warm and hot and just a second. Swallowed. He was gone.

The candlemaker stayed against the table, face-to-face and a breath away. His eyes oozed over her mouth, his hand falling.

"I looked at you -- and knew,” he said, so hoarse and low, a secret between them. “They could never be you. Not if they wanted to."

[hcroesjcurneya]

@velawen “upsy daisy” to pick up mahanon lmaoo

mahanon let out a yelp of surprise when the elf, vela lifted him up. it was always surprising to be on the ground then not. once the initial shock wore off he decided to enjoy it, making himself heavier, and flopping down dramatically, searching for attention., 

“do you have a reason you are carrying me? not that i mind of course. i find the arms of such a beautiful woman to be a very luxurious and delightful way to travel.”