I missed drawing Virelan and her beautiful big ears so much. bonus details vvvvv
Virelan's eye has a spirit hitching a ride in it and the elven script says "spirit buddy." Also this was my first time even attempting a remotely realistic set of teeth!
painting virelan makes me feel some typa way <3 like coming home, an old friend.
Big OC collab I did a while ago for the DAFF server, where all of our OCs meet in an interdimensional tavern and vibe :3 pictured below, from left to right:
[ID: Digital drawing of an elven woman with dark brown skin, Falon'Din's vallaslin in faded white, and a short, coily fade against a blurred sunset background. She is dressed in heavy Dalish armor holding the Sulevin Blade in her right hand while she inspects the glowing anchor in her left. She is backlit by the sun while the anchor lights part of her upper body and face. End ID.]
I see Tal x OC highlighted my love so do I dare?? mayhap
If you're feelin it, Vir x Tal with “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”
Yeah so uh, as you know, I kinda ended up going over the top with this one soooooooooo.... Have 2.3k words worth of soft smut <3 Thanks for the prompt I had a ton of fun writing it.
for @dadrunkwriting
Rated E: Explicit Smut, Face Sitting, Porn w Feelings, ~2.3k words
How Much I Love You | By Exalted_Dawn
Talenna slipped through the dark-wood door of Virelan’s quarters as silently as a whisper. The heavy, lacquered thing clicked shut behind her, severing the light of the stairwell’s sconces and plunging her into near complete darkness. Overhead, she could see just the slightest rim of red lining the top step– the glow of a dying fire– but from the base of the steps, she was as a shadow was. Unseen.
She listened for a moment, trying to discern if the room was sleeping or awake. There was the soft popping and crackle of the fire, and the slightest rattle from the windows as the wind struck Skyhold’s west-facing side. If she strained, burning a bit of her magic, she could hear the soft inhale and exhale of sleep– deepened, steadier sighs that she knew belonged to Virelan. Talenna listened a little longer, just in case she was mistaken, but the sound was unaccompanied by the turning of a page or the scribble of paperwork.
Only silence and breath.
Talenna released a quiet puff of air and slid the cloak from her shoulders, hanging it on a hook beside Virelan’s scarves and sword belt. She took extra care not to bump the large blade leaning against the wall as she slowly began to mount the steps.
As expected, she found Vir tangled up in her blankets, buried face deep in her pillow with one leg out to the night air. Talenna huffed in amusement, shedding her next layer of clothing, and then a third– each forming a puddle on the floor as she quietly padded toward the bed. By the time she reached it, she was in nothing more than her tunic, and the night air was making her thighs prickle with goose flesh. At last, Talenna drew the clips from her hair, letting its full length fall free, before setting them aside and crawling into bed alongside Virelan.
“Vhenan,” she whispered, touching the round of Vir’s shoulder so as not to startle her too badly.
Virelan grunted a little, then turned her head so that just a single eye peeked out from the side of her pillow. If Talenna hadn’t been heightening her senses, she likely wouldn’t have been able to tell if she had woken Virelan fully, but she could just barely catch the glint of firelight in her dark eyes as one peeled open to stare up at her.
She smiled, stooping to press a slow kiss to the rise of her cheek. She could taste the ridge of vallaslin beneath her lips. “Ma’lath, it’s me.”
“...Tal?” Vir groaned, stirring more into waking.
“Ir abelas,” she breathed, speaking a little louder now as she still leaned over Vir’s form, the bed dipping beneath their shared weight. “I did not want to wake you so late. The scouts kept me longer at the Basin than planned– they wanted my opinion on some elvhen rune work they found.”
“Nonsense.” Virelan turned, reaching to drag Talenna down over her body, rolling them both until Talenna was fully on top of her. As per usual, Virelan was a veritable furnace, and felt nearly scalding beneath her own chilled skin, but Talenna could not mind it as a strong arm wrapped tighter about her waist and guided her closer. Close enough for Vir to press a tired kiss to the side of her neck. “I am glad you did. I’ve missed you, arasha. Welcome back.”
“Glad to be so,” she murmured, bending to steal a more quenching kiss now that her lover was fully awake. She cupped Virelan’s jaw and tilted her face up, their lips catching on one another and falling open so that they could both taste each other in relish. Talenna let her tongue slip out to trace teasingly along the edge of Vir’s mouth, but before she could continue her slow torture, she felt the sharp bite of teeth into the plush of her lip, and Virelan pulled away, a brighter shine in her eyes than before when she had just woken.
“I assure you, not as much as I am to have you back,” she huffed, her voice warm and gravelly with sleep.
Talenna chuckled. “Oh?” She slipped off of Vir and to the side, settling in the crook of her lover’s shoulder so that one leg lay slung between the woman’s thighs, the rest of Tal’s body pressed fully into her silhouette. “I am not so sure I believe you, ise’amelan.” She ghosted her finger over Vir’s collar bone teasingly, and delighted as she saw her lover shiver in response. “I spent a month in a frozen basin, with no one to warm my bed rolls. It was a lonely few weeks.”
“No more lonely than mine without you here,” Virelan rumbled back, her hand sliding around the curve of Talenna’s waist to hold her that much tighter.
“You had Tulin to keep your company.”
“Yes, but I am afraid Tulin has taken to spending his nights sleeping over with Krem and the rest of the Chargers,” Virelan shot back, but not with malice. There was only a storm’s rumble in her voice, humid and lazy. “Come. Sit on my face, ma’arasha, and I will show you exactly how much I missed having you here with me.”
A bolt of hot thrill twisted in Talenna’s stomach then. It was late, and truthfully they both should sleep, lest they regret it come morning. But historically, Talenna had never been much good at denying Virelan her way. Not when she requested such a thing, and especially not when she did so like that.
The heat in her belly began to spread, and with a quiet snort, Talenna rose, shucking off her tunic and sliding her smalls from her hips. Letting them, too, drop to the floor. “Only because you asked so nicely,” she said, and pushed up onto her knees.
Clearly happy with herself, Virelan’s lips curled into a proud grin, and she scooted lower along the bed, just enough so that Talenna could throw her legs into a straddle on either side of Virelan’s pointed ears. Strong fingers buried themselves into the meat of Talenna’s thighs, dragging her just a little higher until finally Talenna could feel the warm, wet brush of Vir’s breath between her legs– in and out. A victorious huff.
Talenna shivered, and moaned a little.
A low purr rose from Vir’s throat, and the woman dragged her roughened grip further up the back of Talenna’s legs, taking a moment to cup and squeeze at the curve of her ass, before sliding her hand back down all over again. With a firm hold, she tugged Talenna’s legs just an inch or so wider apart, took a deep breath in, and sighed happily. “Mmmn, I’ve missed you.”
And without further preamble, tilted her chin up and buried her mouth deep against Talenna’s folds.
Unable to help herself, Talenna let out a wanton groan, her head falling back in rapture. “Ahhh…fuck, Vir.” Like Antivan clockwork, her hand fell down to scrape roughly against Vir’s scalp, tugging her closer against her apex. It really had been too long.
Virelan made an approving noise, craning further to drag the flat of her tongue up to Talenna’s clit, where she pressed down hard before parting it with a sharp lick. Talenna lurched reflexively, but the firm grip digging into the back of her thighs held her steady as Virelan pulled her down further and began to nurse at Talenna’s clit with abandon. Another broken cry flew from Talenna’s lips.
Fenedhis- thank the Creators that they could be loud again. Talenna doubted she would be able to bite her tongue even if she tried.
She rocked her hips into Virelan’s mouth, shuddering with every drag and suck that the woman beneath took of her. She could practically feel the curve of Virelan’s grin.
“Mmmmnnn arashaaaaa,” she purred, letting the endearment wash over Talenna’s dripping cunt as she pulled back to steal some air. “I fucking love how you taste. Did you know that?”
Talenna swallowed the whine that fought to crawl its way up her throat. Or rather, she choked on it. “I do believe you mention it every time we do this,” she croaked, a wry twist of frustration in her tone. Virelan always liked to stretch out her tortures, but tonight Talenna did not have the patience for it. She had gone without anything for near over two months now, with travel to and from the Basin taking almost as long as her assignment there, and her temper had been frayed by the distance.
Just to prove her point, she tugged lightly on the back of Vir’s head– a silent order to continue.
Virelan just chuckled at her. “Can I not be allowed to take my time and enjoy your flavor, arasha?”
“No,” Talenna huffed flatly, and in belligerence, she tugged again, harder.
“Alright, alright,” Virelan cooed, her tongue flicking out to catch a bit of Talenna’s slick from between her folds. “You needn’t throw a tantrum.”
Talenna tilted her head disbelievingly as she stared down at her, her lips twisted in an unimpressed scowl. “I will if you continue stalling.”
Virelan just snorted and, after a moment’s torturous waiting, tugged her back down against her mouth.
This time, Talenna did not hesitate to rock her hips into the broad stroke of Vir’s tongue. Her thighs clamped tight to either side of Vir’s head as she held her close and swayed with the motions and rhythm. She danced, as Vir fucked her slow and good on her tongue. Talenna released a string of low curses, allowing the full weight of her body to sink until finally she felt the back of Vir’s head press into the mattress beneath them. She rolled her hips again, with more urgency, and she could feel her lover’s approval through a reverberating groan that reached Talenna’s insides. She shuddered, and canted into the sensation.
“Fuuuck,” she sighed, her hips stuttering as she began to increase her tempo. Virelan took to the change easily, of course, and flattened her tongue so Talenna saw stars behind her eyes with every sharp jerk. Talenna rode her fast and with fervor, savoring the wet slide of her lover’s tongue against her clit and through her folds. Gods, but it had been too fucking long. “Your mouth feels amazing, ma’lath.”
Virelan only purred, and sucked hard on Tal’s clit as soon as it was close enough to catch.
Talenna lurched and cried out in pleasure. A reaction that only made Virelan repeat what she had done again.
This time, she buckled over on herself as a shudder ripped through her body, nearly robbing her of her balance. Talenna could feel her climax mounting fast– the overwhelming pleasure paired with the extensive time of going without making for a powerful and dangerous combination. A hand snapped out to grab hold of the headboard for support, and collecting every ounce of willpower she had, Talenna pushed the orgasm back down.
Not yet.
But try as she might to stave it off, it had not stopped Virelan from noticing her slip in composure, nor the hitch in her hips as Talenna slowed to relieve the too-tight coil of pleasure in her belly. A lapse that she was too sharp not to take advantage of.
Two fingers plunged into Talenna’s core as Virelan shifted her sole focus to Talenna’s clit. Sucking, licking, and teething while her hand wreaked havoc on her insides. And her sensibilities.
“Fuck, ma’asha,” she growled, throwing her head back. But no matter how hard she tried to rein in her hunger, still, her body moved. Danced, as Vir’s fingers plunged again and again into her wet heat. Ceaseless. Maddening. Fuck, fuck-
A sharp curl of Virelan’s fingers timed well with the broad tipped lick of her tongue against Talenna’s clit sent her tumbling into the white abyss. She broke with a loud moan, rutting down hard and staying there as her body clamped and shook in pleasure. She knew if Virelan needed to, she could easily throw Talenna in favor of breath, but the woman stayed stationary, happily lapping up the slick that flowed free from between her legs. The show off.
With a weary huff, Talenna collapsed onto the bed beside her partner, still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Even as Virelan finished cleaning her face and hand of the gleam that coated them, Talenna had still yet to fully catch her breath. Her chest heaved, and her stomach clenched, and she was finally and truly at ease. Never again would she leave Skyhold for so long– not without her.
Like before, Virelan wasted no time in throwing an arm around her and pulled her loosely against a fire-warm chest. The cradle of Virelan’s embrace almost too warm against her sticky, sweat-cooled skin, but Talenna did not minded it. It was a familiar enough feeling by now, and she happily sank into the heat with a tired hum. All of a sudden, her eyelids felt as though they were made of lead.
Virelan whispered low in her ear. “Welcome home, love.”
A kiss was pressed to the side of Talenna’s brow, tender and hushed, like a lover’s secret. She hummed softly in affirmation, glad to be back. More than glad. But as much as she wanted to say that, she could already feel the shackles of sleep taking her. She could no longer hold open her eyes.
“See you in the morning.”
In the morning, then. It was a promise.
She drifted off to sleep in the peaceful embrace of their room– a barely crackling hearth her lullaby, and the truth of Vir’s statement sitting firmly in her heart. Tomorrow, Talenna would wake, and Virelan would be the first thing she sees. Her breath, the first thing she feels as it passes through her bangs, slow and restful. They would wake and share breakfast. Tulin would eventually return, and happily embrace her with a bright smile and some flower or other in hand.
Kicking off oc kiss week with some sad Lavellan hours between Irosyl and @rosella-writes' Virelan! Thank you for letting me borrow your girl for this little piece💜
read it on ao3 here
Summary: In the bar at the end of the multiverse, Irosyl presses Virelan for answers she cannot give.
Female Lavellan/Female Lavellan | Rated G | 673 words | No CW
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She steps through the Eluvian in a fine blue uniform that is just a bit too broad for her slight shoulders. She looks relieved.
Virelan’s heart aches for her instantly. There is suffering in Irosyl’s future, and loss. More loss. She wonders if the girl is more likely to forgive and hope, or if she will mirror Virelan’s own anger when next they meet.
“[[little moon]].” Her voice is low but carries easily to Irosyl.
“Vir!” She’s flexing her hand against a cramp as she approaches. Virelan grabs it, pressing the heat of the anchor between thumb and forefinger to relieve the pain.
Hers used to cramp too, right before it ended. The technique Bull used isn’t as effective with just one hand, but Irosyl relaxes all the same.
“Ma serannas,” she sighs. “You’re a miracle worker.”
Not hardly, Virelan wants to say. But she can’t quite figure how to keep the words from falling bitter, so she bites her tongue. Instead she takes advantage of her grip on Irosyl’s hand and swings her into a nearby bar stool. Her fingers play with the fine golden fringe capping her shoulders as Irosyl calls for a drink.
“And where are you off to all dressed up, hm?”
The look Irosyl gives her is wholly unimpressed, but there’s no bite behind her glare. Just exhaustion at the corners of her eyes; stress in the lines on her brow; sadness in the downturn of her mouth.
“As if you don’t know.”
“There were several insufferable meetings Josephine took us to trussed up like this,” Virelan protests. “But—I can guess. How far out from the Exalted Council are you?”
“We’re on the way there now. Took the opportunity and swung through some unexplored ruins at the edge of the Dales and now—“ she shrugs. “Here I am. Seemed like the last break I would get for…a while, at least.”
Virelan grunts. There isn’t anything to say to that—she’s right.
The bartender slides a peach-colored glass to Irosyl and she musters a grateful smile. As she ponders the drink, she tries—and fails—to hide her watching Virelan from the corner of her eye. Her violet gaze is still disconcerting without the filter of Mythal’s smoky gray brands, but Virelan meets it steadily.
“Will he be there?” Her voice is quiet and low around the hesitant question; Virelan has to lean close to make it out. Her blunt nails dig into her palm as her fist clenches in anger.
“Do not ask me that.”
“Please, lethallin. I am already bracing for the angry shems—sathan, I would know if I need to brace my heart, as well.”
Virelan stares down at the ice melting in her drink. Her lips disappear into a thin line and she wonders how kind Irosyl’s world has been in comparison, that the other Inquisitor does not yet harden her heart by default.
“I cannot.”
Irosyl’s fist falls harsh against the bar top, rattling the glasses. Her pleading eyes turn harsh.
“Then what is the point of this place?” she hisses. “Why does it crop up at moments like this, if not as a warning? If not to keep me from making your mistakes?”
Rearing back, Virelan’s remaining hand catches Irosyl’s chin in a bruising grip and her own rage rises up to meet frustrated anger. Virelan brings their lips together and presses her burning grief through the kiss, tells Irosyl why as best she can without the words she cannot find. Without the secrets that are not hers to tell.
After a moment of surprise, Irosyl responds. She kisses back as she always does—like this might be the last time. Her unmarked hand tangles in the front of Virelan’s tunic, pulls her closer as she feeds her own desperate, worn-down tenacity into the embrace.
When they break apart, Virelan rests her forehead against Irosyl’s. She exhales, breath washing harshly across Irosyl’s bare face as she brings the fury back under her thumb.
