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wanderingmirror · 2 years

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Spirit Of Empathy

Dragon Age: Inquisition

The Spirit of Empathy was a soul no one could really find. It was elusive and easily slipped away from those trying to find it. But many have claimed to have witnessed its work as it tried to ease the pain of those that crossed its path. But after too many attempts to capture and control it, the Spirit of Empathy vanished entirely, and the Spirits of Compassion took its place. Cole was one such Spirit, and like the others, could sense the Spirit of Empathy when a soul was in need of Compassion.

Discovering the fact that the Inquisitor was a Spirit of some type came as both a shock and a surprise to those who knew him. Though no one could figure out what type of Spirit he was, they still tried to keep the knowledge of that discovery away from him for fear of him disappearing. It had been left to Solas and Vivienne to discover what he was. The old library in Skyhold held many books containing past research on Spirits, the Spirit of Empathy among them, and it was found that you could identify a Spirit's nature by the habits they show.

From watching and conversing with the Inquisitor, it was found that he was either a Spirit of Compassion, or the long-vanished Spirit of Empathy. Cole was asked to look into his pains to see which. But the Spirit was not willing to hurt the Inquisitor simply to answer to the curiosity of the others. The Inquisitor was getting suspicious of their secretiveness. When the Inquisitor left Skyhold with Solas, Cole, and Cassandra, his inner circle decided to finally branch the question.

It was Cassandra who brought it up.

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"Inquisitor, have you ever met the Spirit of Empathy?" She asked. Cole flinched a bit and looked at him in worry. Solas was stoic as he too glanced at the other elf. The Inquisitor was silent for a long time, making Cassandra wonder if he had heard her. But when he simply smiled at her and nodded, it seemed to ease her. "I did once. The Spirit had helped my clan when I was younger. But other than that, I haven't seen or heard of it since." He said, voice carefully neutral.

Cole slowly nodded as if agreeing with him. Cassandra frowned. "What do you remember of its appearance?" She asked. The Inquisitor's hand, which had been stoking the fire, froze. He did not look at her for a few minutes, obviously deep in thought. "I was still young, so my memory of back then is fuzzy. Sorry." He apologized with a sad smile. He pulled back and stretched. It was late in the night, the moon bright above them.

He bid them good night and went to sleep leaning against the tree he sat beside. Cole looked at him with worry barely hidden in his eyes. "What worries you, Cole?" Cassandra asked, seeing his fidgeting. "He has a lot of pain. Not all of it is his own. But he refuses to express it. Burns and twists, louder than a war cry, but quieter than mice." The blonde Spirit said softly to not wake the brunette.

The Inquisitor curled up in his sleep. When morning came, Vivienne and the other mages of Skyhold arrived in a rush as they approached the castle. "I have finally figured out a way to test our theory!" Vivienne said as they entered the gates. The Inquisitor looked at them with worry. "Theory? What are you talking about, Lady Vivienne?" He asked cocking his head. Vivienne held out a hand and closed her eyes, saying something under her breath. Her spell formed a circle around him, and he yelped.

"Viv? What-," He was interrupted when the spell broke a charm on his hip. The others noticed it falling to the ground, Cullen picked it up. "What is this?" He asked the brunette. The Inquisitor was silent as he tried to take it back. But the barrier zapped him. Cullen took it to Vivienne, and she examined it closely. "It's a spell charm for blocking mental spells." She said as she looked at the Dalish brunette. The Inquisitor was starting to shake suddenly.

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{Warning for mental breakdowns?}

He could hear them again, hear the whispers. The cries for help, for mercy, for freedom. The broken cries of pain and suffering. Of anger and rage, fury and hatred. It overwhelmed him and he lifted his hands to his ears. But that did no good, they were no quieter than before. They began to get louder, even. The voices, he could hardly tell them apart from each other.

They called for Justice, but he wasn't the Spirit they needed.

They called for Compassion, but he wasn't the one for that either.

They called for so many different things that he couldn't help them with. So many emotions cried out, but he couldn't help them. He began to quietly beg for silence. But as the voices continued, he got louder and louder. Begging, pleading, and shouting for them to shut up. But the voices only drowned his own out into nothing but a drop of water in a sea. Tears fell from his eyes, and he fell to his knees. Curling up and trying to get them to be silent.

He began to hyperventilate, his vision going in and out of focus. His chest hurt, the places around his ears hurt, his head hurt. He couldn't hear the mages around him demanding he be put under a control spell. He couldn't hear Cole begging someone to help the brunette. He didn't see Varric running over to him in confusion, nor the fear and pain etched on Blackwall's face as he blocked anyone from getting closer to him.

All he could hear was the many voices of those he couldn't help. Those who had already died, who were dying, injured, or in pain. They were louder than those around him. He felt liquid starting to stain his hair, felt it run down his scalp as his nails dug into his skin. His consciousness began to vanish, and the edge of his vision blacken. He slammed his eyes shut and screamed in pain. In fear.

But even that was lost to the roar of the many others. When the charm he had made was placed back on the chain of his pants the voices slowly stopped and went silent. He sighed as he untensed and passed out. Falling limply to the left and into someone's arms. He would have to thank them when he woke up.

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When the Inquisitor passed out into Morrigan's arms, she was concerned for the blood matting his hair. She could hear his screams from the courtyard, hear his cries for silence. When she had gotten to the entrance of the castle, she had seen the crowd of mages and those of his inner circle just standing there doing nothing as he sobbed for help. Yet, no one helped him.

Solas was yelling at Vivienne, Varric trying to console Cole, Iron Bull arguing with Cullen, Cassandra was just staring at the Inquisitor in shocked silence. Blackwall was at least keeping the mages demanding the Dalish elf be contained away. Dorian was still in Teventor and Sera was nowhere to be seen. Morrigan ran down the stairs and snatched the charm she spotted in Cullen's hand, fixing it and getting past Blackwall without much force.

She winced at the pain she could see etched on the brunette's face as she reattached the charm to its original place. Slowly the Inquisitor settled down and his hands left his ears to rest on either side of his body. He fell limp and she pulled him into her arms to allow him to rest. She used healing magic to heal the crescent shaped wounds he had made around his ears. When someone got close to them, she glared at them. Her glare only easing when she saw it was Solas.

The older elf sat beside the Inquisitor and inspected the charm, frowning when he discovered something about it that seemed to bother him. "What is it?" She asked as she fixed how the Inquisitor was laying. "This charm blocks off mental magic. And it seems it blocks the constant flow of outside pain from reaching him. I suppose this means that after trying to help people for so long, it never fully stopped being so loud." He said softly.

Morrigan nodded and Solas let go of the charm. Cole ran over and gently placed his hand on the brunette's back. "Can someone tell me why this happened?" Morrigan asked as she looked around. When Solas filled her in on what they had discovered, she sighed angrily. She didn't want to start yelling as soon as she got the Inquisitor to rest. And right now, it looked like he needed it.

"I suppose we will have to talk about this when he isn't within hearing range. I don't want to wake him up when he just fell asleep." She motioned for Blackwall to help her take the brunette to his quarters. The grey warden gently picked the male up and started to carry him to his quarters while some of the chargers acted as a wall, keeping the mages wanting him contained away.

As soon as the group was out of earshot, Morrigan turned sharply to face them. "What in the hell is your problem?! Why in everything holy did you decide that you could just do something like that?! Especially to him of all people?!" She snapped and the others all flinched at the rage in her eyes. Solas was silent behind her, having the same protective anger that she did. No one spoke as the human mage spit fire at them.

A few of those who had wanted him contained lost the wind to their sails and curled into themselves like kicked dogs. But a few others still thought it best that the Inquisitor should be contained. They immediately were ordered to either shut up or leave. As the Inquisitor would not harm anyone who had not harmed him first. Though, Morrigan thought bitterly, they had rightly earned after causing the brunette so much mental harm.

She sighed and turned towards Cole, only to find that he and Varric both had vanished during her tirade. Morgan wondered if that was because Cole wanted to be close to the other Spirit. She then looked at Solas and he nodded, leaving her to deal with the others.

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When the Inquisitor woke up, it was to a splitting headache and raw throat. He groaned and sat up slowly. Finding Cole sitting beside the bed with his back leaned against it. Varric was sitting at his desk while writing. "V-Varric?" He asked softly. The dwarf looked over at him and smiled softly. "Hey, Kid, how are you holding up?" He asked as he stood and walked over. The Inquisitor lifted a hand to rub at his head.

"Feels like I was hit in the head by a rock. What happened?" He asked and Varric's eyes widened for a moment before they returned to normal. "What do you remember, exactly?" He asked and the Inquisitor thought back to before he had blacked out. The memory of earlier that day returned to him and he began to once again hyperventilate. Varric walked over and gently grabbed his arm to ground him.

"Easy, Kid. You're safe here. I doubt Chuckles and Morrigan are going to let them anywhere near you after the shit they put you through." He said as the Inquisitor tried to steady his breathing before it got worse. Luckily, he was able to do so before he passed out again. Hearing that Solas and Morrigan would come to his defense also eased the stress he felt. "You aren't scared of me?" He asked softly and Varric just chuckled.

"The way I see it, is that now we have two Spirits who know their way around better than we do. And now Cole has someone he can confide in when he feels he can't trust me or Solas." He said and that got a small smile out of the other. "Who fixed my charm?" the brunette asked. "That would be Morrigan. I'm sure if Chuckles hadn't been yelling at Vivienne, he would have but. As I said, he was busy yelling at her for breaking it."

The Inquisitor couldn't help but laugh at the image of Solas losing his temper over him. He felt a sense of happiness knowing the other male would help him. "I'll have to thank them." He says softly and Varric nodded before letting go of the brunette's arm. "Yeah, and you may want to thank Blackwall and the Chargers for getting you to your quarters too. I think the Chargers were about to shed blood when I saw their faces." He commented and the other male laughed softly.

"I'll remember to thank them for that. And thank you for helping Cole stay calm. I doubt it would have done anyone any good if both of us were breaking down like that." He said and Varric nodded again with a smile. "No problem." He patted the male's back as he moved to gather his things and head downstairs. "You may want to head down when you're ready. Morrigan and Solas have been worried ever since you passed out." He said as he left. The Inquisitor nodded and waved him goodbye.

The Inquisitor looked down at the still sleeping Cole, moving a bit to get the smaller male into the bed. Dorian wouldn't be back for another four days, so he doubted the other male would mind. That and the Inquisitor mostly saw Cole as something similar to a little brother. He needed the place right now more than the Teventor mage did. The Inquisitor sighed softly as he pulled the smaller Spirit to his chest and wrapped an arm around him.

Falling back to sleep with the calm sound of the wind through the windows and Cole's gentle breathing.

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bryants-things · 1 year

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Another one shot from Dragon Age since I started the game all over again:

This is from the Hinterlands they have just talked to Mother Giselle. This Lavellan speaks very little common tongue. He’s scared and doesn’t want to give the Seeker any excuse to make him tranquil so he keeps things to himself even injuries. This little text is Casandra seeing our sleeping herald in a different light for the first time.

Cassandra stretch, it must have been nearly two hours now? It’s hard to to tell in the dark. She bitterly regret taking third guard shift. She prefers being first or last. But the Herald made it clear he wanted first shift. As much as he could make it anyway. His common tongue is awful, and littered with eleven. And it’s not always easy to understand him.

There is only two tents in this stupid camp just of Redclif farm, and she is not sharing with Varric, which means she got the Herald. Cassandra know nothing of the Dalish and she does not trust mages. So the less time she has to spend sleeping next to the knife ear the better. She would never call him that out loud of course. And although she has seen no proof of him killing the Divine. She can not bring herself to trust him. And why should she? He’s a mage and a en elf..

He’s everything she’s been taught to fear and hate. And he is not exactly trusting himself. All jumpy and wired his ears constantly moving and flicking like a scared dear. He clearly does not like humans much and Cassandra need to keep an eye out. She’s here to make sure he doesn’t run off at first opportunity or die closing a small rift, he’s a means to an end nothing more.

Light footsteps break her thoughts, it’s Solas who’s come to take his shift.

“All is well I hope?” He gives her a gentle smile.

She’s not sure she trusts Solas either but she trust him more than the Herald.

“Yes nothing to report”.

“Good get some rest Lady Seeker. And you needn’t worry our Dalish friend is asleep.”

Cassandra huffs and walk of. She holds the lantern high so she can see.

The light dance on the red Canvas and she can make out the shape of him on the left side. She sets the lantern just outside and get in, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark. His head is away from the entrance, the cascade of read hair is everywhere, how can a man have this much hair? She wonders. He’s on his belly, face towards her.

She can se the white tattoo on his face. And she just now realises that his tattoo stretch under his jaw and along the neck where it fan out to his shoulders.

He’s not wearing a shirt, or much of anything she guess. The bed roll cover his back but not his legs which are bare as well.

Sweet Andraste elves do not value modesty.

She must admit to some curiosity however.

She has never seen what a knife ear actually look like. She can’t help herself and let her eyes wander the length of his body.

To her surprise he is well built at least from what she can see. Long lean muscles in his arms and legs, his pointed ears move slightly when he breathes. She guess that he relax the muscles in his ears when he sleeps.

His left hand stretched out above his head, even with his palm towards the earth she can still see the glow of the anchor. His arm is scattered with wounds; thin red lines zigzagging up to his elbow. It must be from the conclave.

His right arm is tucked underneath the pillow, Cassandra suddenly notice his right leg. There’s long deep wounds from his knee to his foot. A Sylvain, by the look of it.

Fresh as well, he must have gotten clawed when the fought the demon possessed wolfs. She taught she heard him cry out in pain.

And somehow he walked all this way without saying a word. He’s cleaned it up and left his leg out to give the wounds air, to avoid an infection.

He groans in his sleep and roll over to his back. Cassandra can feel her cheeks burn, but to her relief he is wearing his small clothes.

Not that she should be looking anyway. She is Cassandra Penthgast ;right hand of the Devine a Seeker of truth not some bar wench. And he is a knife ear ;a savage Dalish from across the sea. A tool to close the breach nothing more.

Still she sneaks a peek, solid muscles in his chest a long rib cage. A lot more ribs than humans she guess. And again the tattoo fans out just under his collarbone which are more slanted than a humans. And meet at his solaris plexus in the same pattern as his face. The white lines are a stark contrast to his tanned skin.

She won’t say it’s beautiful but it’s certainly eye catching.

She can se the stitches at the bottom of his rib cage this she know is from the conclave. Adan had to remove 4 ribs or like he said it “pick out pieces of crushed bone. It’s going to scar.

She let her eyes wander to his hips, and suck in air as to stop herself from looking anymore. His ears flicker and he looks at her. His elven eyes glow in the dark. The first time she saw it, was in Haven’s dungeon and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking demon. But according to Leliana elves can see in the dark like cats.

So now she’s more prepared, “Lady Seeker?”

His voice thick with sleep.

“Yes.” She responds, and lies down still in her shirt and trousers. She value her modesty even he does not.

He chuckles and rolls over with his back towards her. She can hear his breath becoming even. He must trust her a little? Being willing to sleep safely next to her. She breathes and take her trousers of at least. He clearly has no plans to hurt her, maybe it’s more to this Dalish savage? At the bare minimum he seem to have manners.

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the-panda-writes · 2 years

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The Siren of the Inquisition

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Cullen’s POV

What am I thinking? Cullen thinks to himself as he removes his armor in an empty tent near the training grounds. She’s a woman! And a mage no less… He continues to hate this duel more and more when Cassandra comes into the tent.

“Are you having second thoughts, Commander?” Cassandra always knew what went on in his head.

“I don’t want to hurt her. She seems so fragile and she’s barely been awake a week!” Cullen tells her. “Maybe I should just forfeit.”

“Commander, she challenged you. Not the other way around. Ashe would not have if she knew she wanted to.” Cassandra told him, explaining it to him plainly as he finishes removing his armor. “Plus, I do not think she is as fragile as you think.”

“What do you mean-” Cullen starts to say as he walks out to the tent and catches a glimpse of the woman that challenged him.

She had decided to put a strap of cloth over her head to remove her hair from her eyesight; her glasses were not on her nose, but she had yet to notice him.

She was wearing a long sleeve tunic tucked into a high waisted pair of leggings and wearing elbow length leather gloves, but decided to wear the traditional footwear of the Dalish.

Aiduin or Solas must have lent her a pair. He thinks, his eyes ogling her form. She was very proportional, especially in the hips.

Before his eyes could wander any further up, he heard the woman in question look towards him.

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Ashe POV

Ashe was getting prepared for her sparring/duel with the Commander, Varric decided to put in a few smarmy words.

“Don’t look now, sweetheart, but Curly is looking our way; and I’m sure he's not looking at Tiny.” He chuckles.

Ashe looks over her shoulder discreetly but not-so-discreetly and notices his stare as he saunders over to the training area. Apparently, people are starting to form a crowd, seeing how a mage had the gall to challenge the Commander.

“The Commander can look all he wants, but he can’t touch.” Ashe says teasingly. At least not now. She thinks, walking over to the weapons rack and picks up a sword. She spins in by the hilt, tests the weight then twirls it around.

As the inner circle looks, The Iron Bull comments that he has money on her and Varric agrees.

Ashe then walks to the training area, the crowd parting to let her in to face her opponent along with Cassandra.

“Alright, for this to be a fair fight, you are not allowed to use magic.” Cassandra says to Ashe and she agrees. “Are you ready, Commander?”

Cullen nods, unsheathing his sword, gripping its hilt with both hands.

“Fight!” Cassandra shouts and rushes out of the way.

As she does, Cullen and Ashe rush to each other, swords clanging when they meet.

“At least you can hold your ground, my lady.” Cullen says with a smirk, pushing her backwards.

“Just don’t hold… back.” Ashe says, grunting as she tries to push him back with all her strength. Cullen just chuckles as he pushes her off balance and swings, but Ashe bends backwards, showing off her flexibility, missing his strike.

She gets back up and they clash swords again, Ashe now getting the upper hand. Cullen then finds an opening and clashes their swords so hard, she loses her grip and her blade falls from her hand. Cullen goes for the finishing move, but Ashe has a trick up her sleeve.

She’s always wanted to try this move ever since she saw Iron Man 2: The Black Widow Takedown.

Ashe uses her hand to block and disarm him; using the momentum to bring her up, does a scissor takedown, and having him land on his back, knocking the wind out of him. Ashe quickly picks Cullen’s sword and angles the blade tip by his neck.

“Do you yield?” Ashe proclaims. Cullen just looks around him, but nods.

“...Yes. I yield.” He says, conceiting. She removes the blade from his neck and holds out a hand. Cullen takes it, surprised Ashe could help him up.

She gives Cullen back his sword. “Good match. We should do it again sometimes.” Ashe says, punching his shoulder lightly then walking towards the Herald and the rest of the Inner Circle, which now had Lilliana and Josephine.

Aiduin hands the woman her glasses, which she entrusted to him before the match, before giving her a big slap on the arm in congratulations.

“I have never seen an ending move like that in all my training! You need to teach me that!” He happily exclaims, putting an arm over her shoulder as he and his retinue follow.

Cullen just stands there gobsmacked that a woman, a mage was able to take him down… He was very impressed.

That was how he knew his infatuation with this young woman became to being absolutely smitten with her..

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elfyelation · 1 year

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𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 | smutshot

pairing—dorian pavus x male!lavellan summary—if dorian's father could see him right now he'd probably combust where he stood warnings—pwp, top!dorian, bottom!lavellan, hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms word count—909 rating—18+, smut under the cut

If only his father could see him now, his disappointment of a son; Altus mage of the Tevinter Imperium, balls deep inside the famed Herald of Andraste — not to mention, an elf, and Dalish at that — well, he would likely have combusted where he stood.

Dorian was used to being a disappointment. He wasn’t what his father had wanted in a son. He was a great mage, certainly an asset to the Imperium, but he fell short when it came to his romantic and sexual relations.

He had no intention to ever take a wife, nor sire any children of his own. Not only due to his complete lack of interest in women but also because the idea of becoming a father terrified him. He hadn’t had the best role model, so to speak.

There was always some enjoyment to be had in knowing his actions only riled his father further. As much as he wanted nothing more than to be accepted by him and make him proud, a part of him had given up on that long ago. Just as his father had certainly already given up on him.

Especially now as he rolled his hips forward, pushing the Inquisitor further down into the messy array of sheets below them.

Lavellan groaned from where he lay, almost flat against the bed. With what little strength he had, he pushed down against the sheets, lifting the tender curve of his arse to meet with his lover’s thrusts. With the next, he found himself collapsing into the blankets again, face hitting the pillow with a soft thump.

The Inquisitor played a tough game when he was on top, testing every muscle in his lover’s body as he touched and teased him for what felt like hours. When he found himself on the receiving end, however, Dorian always knew exactly how to put him in his place.

Rough fingers laced themselves through Lavellan’s dishevelled hair and pulled harshly, forcing his back to arch as he was pulled upwards. Dorian’s hot breath fanned across his cheek as he groaned into his ear, “Amatus.”

Lavellan’s mouth hung agape as his moans echoed from wall to wall. At least half of Skyhold would hear them, that they knew for certain. Liliana had already had quite an uncomfortable conversation with their beloved Herald about their nightly antics, taking great care in ensuring the Inquisitor knew quite the extent of the rumours which had begun spreading into every corner of Thedas.

He had been bewitched, they had begun to speculate. Seduced by an evil Imperium Magister who wished to taint the holy Inquisition with blood magic and make the Herald of Andraste his slave.

Dorian had laughed at this, amused that the world believed he had been the seducer. If anyone had asked he would not have said anything otherwise but, in truth, he was the one who had been seduced. Seduced by the charm of the man who currently resided beneath him. Seduced by his kind heart and desire for change. Seduced by his delicate waist and devious smirk.

His thrusts grew stronger as he released the elf’s hair, watching him fall down onto his pretty little face once again as he was fucked so hard the headboard began to bang loudly against the wall.

Lavellan writhed beneath him, raising a hand to his mouth as he bit down on his own flesh, trying to stifle his cries. Tears had begun to spill onto his cheeks and, with one harsh thrust, Dorian knew he had come undone. Still, he rocked into him at an unforgiving pace, smearing the juices which had since spilt out onto the bedsheets across his lower body.

His dear Amatus may have been pushed to the edge already but he needed to hang on for just a little while longer. Cassandra would have words with him in the morning for certain. Although she was reluctant to bring it up, she was always concerned when the Inquisitor trod across Thedas with a slight limp.

“Please, Dorian…” his voice was hushed and broken as his knuckles whitened, gripping the edge of his soft pillow for dear life.

He was red-raw and sore all over but he could already feel his spent cock hardening again as it rubbed back and forth against the bed below him. Unconsciously, he found himself rutting slightly, craving more friction.

Dorian hushed him, his pace not once faltering, and reached around to grant his Amatus the touch he so craved.

The Inquisitor cried out again at the overstimulation. He was so, so sensitive. Too sensitive after how many times he had already came. It had been a long night. Such a long night. But it was almost over.

“I know, Amatus. I know. Just. A. Little. More.” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips before finally spilling his load with a long, dark groan.

Lavellan was unmoving when his lover finally pulled out of him and Dorian couldn’t help but smile as he realised he had passed out from sheer exhaustion. He was sure to be repaid in full as soon as the Inquisitor regained his strength. In fact, he was already looking forward to it.

His fingers lightly moved the drapes of hair that had fallen over his lover’s face and leaned forward, gently kissing his temple. He wiped away the tears that still glistened against his cheeks and gently began to clean him up.

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broodwolf221 · 4 months

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dadwc prompts and info

general info:

no character death

i prefer romantic or platonic

pls specify prompt list ur using

ot3/poly prompts welcome

general prompts:

rare/unusual words (mine, but feel rb/use it yourself!)

sentences

micro story (please send the word/phrase)

medieval/fantasy sentences

deep conversations

people who aren't used to kindness

quote prompts:

as said by cassandra pentaghast

as said by dorian pavus

as said by solas

as said by merrill

fluff/romance/smut prompts:

fluff

50 types of kisses

sleeping

cuddles and snuggles

smutfic (please send word/phrase)

angst/whump prompts:

what are you hiding from me?

eerie loneliness

heavy content (mine, but feel free to rb/use it yourself!)

patching up wounds

other prompts:

oc codex

fantasy setting

characters:

da2 - anders(justice) | fenris | merrill

dao - leliana | morrigan

arlathan - mythal | andruil | ghilan'nain

relationships (ot3+ are welcome!):

anders x fenris

cassandra x (varric | sera | leliana | solas)

dorian x (feydis | bull | solas)

morrigan x (halcor | leliana)

sera x (delwyn | dagna | cassandra)

cullen x (dimitra | solas | dorian)

ghilan'nain x (andruil* | solas*)

*messy/complicated ships, might end up in dead dove territory

major ocs:

nessa lavellan (f!rogue, solas)

velari lavellan (f!mage, solas)

atros shiral (m!rogue; city elf!inquisitor, solas)

delwyn lavellan (f!rogue, sera)

valyris lavellan (f!mage, solas)

developing ocs:

feydis lavellan (m!mage, ? maybe dorian)

yene adaar (f!mage, solas)

dimitra (non-inky, f!mage(/templar), cullen)

halcor brosca (m!rogue warden, morrigan then nathaniel)

less developed ocs:

yene adaar (female; mage; solas) yene is a driven vashoth who doesn't want anything to do with any of this, thank you very much. spends the early game looking for a way out but eventually realizes that because of the anchor, she's stuck here, at which point she starts making friends. planned solasmance bc i'm... immensely predictable. also he grows on her. this weird little elf guy who's obsessed with the fade and she's like. hm. i am charmed by the way u wax poetic about ur special interests.

halcor brosca (male; rogue; morrigan, then nathaniel) my canon warden, and someone i haven't written in many years but have been thinking about again recently. very rough around the edges, blunt, practical. has a terrible habit of diving headfirst into danger. he's enamored of magic and trust(ed?) morrigan 100% on everything magical - he also performed the ritual with her, so kieran is his son, although he never met him. afterwards during awakening canon he ended up with nathaniel - a surprise, especially since he didn't even know he was into men as well, but late nights talking around the fire slowly became more.

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madameoni · 3 years

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A Well of Sorrows - yes, I wrote a fic!

I had too many feels about these two, but if I start to paint everything it would be forever- so I started to write lol

Its been more than 10 years since I wrote a fic (and English isn't even my first language!) so expect nothing. I hope it at least reads decently, since putting my ideas for this ship into words was harder than I anticipated..

Elaar Lavellan (Male) x Cassandra Pentaghast

He was still confused. The haze over his mind haven’t been lifted entirely, and the voices of the Well still demanded his attention. True be told, he was starting to regret it- and he felt guilty about it.

He slipped past his companions into the war room, pointedly avoiding Cassandra’s concerned expression. He didn’t have the patience to deal with it, not with the growing headache. As the pain settled on the back of his head, the tension of his shoulders driving his neck stiff, the anger started to boil into his chest.

Why is that when humans burn fields and end lives in the name of their prophet, its seen as glorious, but when an elf tries to desperately save some semblance of their lost history is selfish and nonsensical? He was hurt. He didn’t drink from the Well for power, not even because of the lack of trust in Morrigan- had it been some kind of relic of the humans, he would gladly step aside and let her have it. Power be damned, he had risked enough in the name of their god.

But this was elven history. Even if he was at risk -he didn’t like it one bit so far, and the pain wasn’t helping his determination- he couldn’t let another human take it. Morrigan knew a lot, more than some Keepers even- and that thought made his blood boil. He somewhat was expected to be a vessel for a human prophet, but couldn’t be one for the Creators? He knew that history wasn’t simple- he was sure that this decision would cost him greatly. There was a price to pay. But few times in the last months he had been able to set his beliefs over the one of the masses.

If he was going to die fighting a Tevinter magister, he might as well do it while holding the memories of his ancestors.

Out of everyone, he thought that Cassandra would understand his pain. She holds her faith over everything else, and he admired her for that. And maybe she did understand it, but her crass words hurt him deeply nonetheless. He needed to talk to her, the voices agreed. But he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t snap at her, and the voices agreed too.

He loved her. And today he felt guilty about it.

The differences between them, that usually he would take as a funny irony, today hurt.

Maybe it was the exhaustion eating on his nerves, even Morrigan agreed that it would be better for him to rest until the advisors returned. She still looked at him with a little more disdain than the usual, and he was too tired to care.

He quietly went to his chambers, finding that someone had already prepared a bath and left fresh towels and some snacks. The staff was simply too kind, but he couldn’t even find the strength to remove his dirty armor. The voices crashing over his thoughts like the strong waves of the Waking sea. He lets it happen.

But even after leaving them to overwhelm him, he can’t make out more than noise. Maybe they notice his pain and tone it down a bit, or maybe his brain is finally shutting down, but he manages to fall asleep.

The next time he open his eyes, the sun has settled and he winces at the realization that lying on bed with a full armor wasn’t a smart choice. The voices pointedly agree, and he is disappointed to notice them still in his mind. He did this to himself, no need to whine like a child.

As he moves to rise from the bed, resting his weight of his elbows, he notices a silhouette near the sofa. Cassandra.

He was silent for a moment, his mind was trying to put together what to say- but what would be a stressing situation on its own, turned into torture with the fog of the voices clouding his chain of thought. He couldn’t hold a groan, and massaged his temple. His gloves are damp- his whole armor is slightly damp, in fact. It felt disgusting. He felt disgusting.

-Are you in pain, my love? - the concerned voice of Cassandra reached his ears. What would usually bring comfort, today made him shake his head softly in disbelief.

-That is an understatement. – he said, trying to sound normal but lacking his usual sparkle. Still, he tried to sit straight. He could feel Cassandra’s frown in his direction. He still didn’t dare to look at her.

It wasn’t often that the silence between them felt this heavy. He should speak. Voice his concerns. He was sure they were past the point where he was afraid of speaking- but true be told, he wasn’t afraid. He was closer to give up more than anything. Would it be worth it? To have another argument? Would it even turn into an argument?

They had shared so much, he was sure. He spent countless hours taking about his life back with his clan, about what he missed and what he feared. He shared with her the joy of his magic, so many little tricks that left her speechless with its beauty. She waited patiently while he made small offerings to his gods, after she had said her own prayers. She spoke of her mistakes, of her desires to be better. He spoke of his pains, of his wishes for a better future.

He raised his eyes a bit. The sight of her, the moonlight making her features soft, made his heart ache.

-It hurts, my love. – He said. Softly.

Cassandra visibly tensed up, and walked to the bed. But before she could voice any concern of physical injuries, he continued- like a broken dam.

-It hurts that every step I take in the name of my heritage is seen as selfish and pointless. It hurts that the only sacrifices that are worthy, are the ones made in the name of humans and their gods. It hurts to stand in front of my ancestors and be completely disregarded. To be seen as nothing. Everything taken away and… - he took a deep breath. – It hurts that even you don’t seem to understand it.

-Elaar, I..- she was quick to try and speak. He didn’t wait to hear it.

-Its torture. No matter what things the common people project onto me… what we saw in that temple is what I am. That was my heritage, that was my history and I don’t want… I won’t let… I shouldn’t let… anyone take that away from me. – His voice became smaller and smaller. – But it hurts.

There was a longer moment. He refused to look at her, instead placing his eyes in the calm night beyond the mountains. After a minute that felt like an eternity Elaar closed his eyes, ready to gather what was left of his dignity, and confirm what was his fear from the beginning. As if sensing a dreadful outcome, Cassandra stirred in her spot.

-I hurt you. – she said, it was a simple statement.

Cassandra was conflicted, trying desperately to find the right words. It was her own lack of tact that was partially to blame for putting her lover into this state, and didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire by rushing her words. But she had to speak, or he would think she truly didn’t understand him. And maybe she didn’t, not enough to avoid hurting him like this. Intentions be damn when he was so clearly broken by her callousness.

In the temple, when she voiced that stupid comment, he had turned and give her a hard look, reminding her that this was in fact a sacred place for his people. She quickly felt ashamed, but the matter died down there. It was normal- he never backed down from defending his stance in front of the Inquisition. It always felt like nothing could move him, no matter how ignorant the rest of the environment was. And her mistake was thinking he was okay with it.

Her words were enough to make him look at her, prompting her to elaborate.

- I am.. I am sorry. – She wanted to say so much, but needed to pick her words carefully. Never she felt so clumsy, in front of the man she loved no less.- I am short-sighted and spoke without thinking.

He gave her a look- she knew what he was thinking before he spoke. His words hurt nonetheless.

-But you think it. You believe it.

She closed her eyes. It was only fair, she had been so judgmental in her life, and with him- if any case, it was the Maker’s will that she tasted it first hand from her love.

-I am full of prejudices and… I know less than I thought. There are no excuses, not when you have been more patient than you should but… it’s not right. It’s not right for me to think those things, and it’s not right for you to end up feeling this way.

She wasn’t sure she was making any sense, but he hadn’t said anything yet, so she had to continue. This words had to be said a long time ago

- I know I’m wrong about a lot of things. I am wrong about magic, and I don’t know about it as much as I thought I did. And hurt people because of it. I don’t know enough about the Dalish, and what I know its clouded by judgement and prejudice. I continued to believe what I was being told was the truth, because I was letting my faith get in the middle of my decency. – She made a pause. – But I want to do better. You showed me, not only that I was wrong, but that I could learn. That it was worth trying to make things better. I guess I forgot that you aren’t unbreakable under all this pressure, and even put my own ignorance over your shoulders.

Her voice was thick with emotion, her whole body slightly shaking. She was afraid, that this was sounding more and more like an end. But she wasn’t going to break down, she wasn’t going to blame him for her own mistakes- if anything, she wanted to prove that she was being genuine.

Elaar was silent, looking at her under his long eyelashes. He looked older, tired, with the moonlight over his face. He didn’t know what to said. He had to agree- he felt like the weight of everything was lying over his shoulders, and starting to crush him. But he desperately wanted to believe her. He bites his lip, the pain starting to show on his features. He wasn’t trying to hide it anymore.

If there was something he found lovable in Cassandra, was her willingness to admit her mistakes. But from admitting something, to actively seek change, was a long distance. He felt her willingness to listen, it was something that helped the love between them flourish, but he continued to be afraid of one day waking up to find that no change has happened at all, and all was his daydreaming. She was stubborn too, but so he was. And he was more than willing to rip his own heart apart rather than let reality do it for him.

- I want to believe you. – he might as well be honest – but talk is cheap.

- Then let me prove it to you. – her hand reached to hold his gloved one with determination. – You did so much for me, to prove to me how serious you were, now let me do the same for you.

-Cassandra…- he wasn’t sure what to say. She took his hand between hers, and raised it to her chest.

- I know it’s more than that. I know the whole world is broken but I want… let me prove you that I can stand next to you, share your burden, while you fight it.

- You… - his voice was slightly broken, he let go of a soft chuckle. It sounded close to tears. But he smiled. – You’re stubborn.

- That I am. – She shared a smile, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. – But I want it to be for the right reason.

He smiled tiredly at her, only then he noticed how peaceful his mind was. The voices gave him a moment of privacy, apparently, and he couldn’t be more relieved. He took a deep breath, and look at Cassandra’s eyes.

-Well, I’d like to see you recite elven poetry.

Back he was to his teasing tone. Unsurprisingly, the seeker rolled her eyes.

-Now you’re mocking me.

-Entertain me a bit, I have the voices of Mythal’s priests in my head. It’s like having ants on your brain. – He laughed softly, but Cassandra’s expression quickly turn into a concerned frown.

-It’s that… safe?

He shrugged. He wasn’t sure to being with- it wasn’t a choice he made out of deep analysis and without risks, it was something he felt he must do.

-I don’t know. I hope so but… - he paused, looking at her with all the determination he could gather. – I had to.

She nodded. He felt a weight lift over his shoulders. She must have seen the relief hit him, because she spoke softly.

-I understand, and respect, your choice. I was just afraid. I don’t want to lose you.

One of her hands went up to caress his face. He leaned into it, closing his eyes. She felt her heart ache again, thinking of what she almost lost for her own stupidity.

-I love you. – She said, he opened his eyes to look at her with interest. She leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek. – Your strength, your weaknesses, your magic, your faith, all of you. – She pointed each with a kiss down his face to his neck. Finally, she rested her forehead on the crook of his neck. – I’m sorry I hurt you.

Elaar raised his hand, and caressed her hair. He had to blink once his vision turned burly with tears. So many emotions, it was hard to process at once.

There was so much more to talk, so much more to work on- but for a moment, he felt it was worth it.

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pastellarts · 4 years

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Taking a break after that exalted council nonsense

Art by ask-me-about-my-cats in reddit

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oediex · 5 years

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Cassandra Pentaghast fanfic?

TL;DR: I want to write a fanfic about the tension created in the Inquisitor’s relationship with Cassandra when her name is being mentioned as a possible new Divine - what do you think? All comments welcome!

(Please, do read, I want to know your thoughts.)

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So I’ve been playing Dragon Age: Inquisition as a male warrior and have romanced Cassandra). I’ve just returned from Halamshiral and the question of who will be the new Divine has come up and Cassandra is being mentioned as a candidate.

I already knew all of this will happen, as I’ve played as a female mage before (tried romancing Cassandra, until I learned she’s not into that) and I remember Leliana became the new Divine in that one.

Now, in my previous playthrough, I couldn’t stand the idea of Cassandra as the Divine, because even though she’d probably be a good Divine, in my opinion, she simply isn’t made for that job. Instead, in that playthrough she’s running around Thedas together with my Inquisitor, kicking ass.

So now I’m playing a male warrior and I’ve romanced Cassandra and I already know that I don’t want her to be the new Divine, because I didn’t last time either, but also because I cannot stand the thought of what that would do to their relationship. I’ve read up on that (no, I’m not spoiled, because I know I’m not going to play it like that) and there seem to be hints that they sort of do remain close, a sort of not-so-real-but-maybe-long-distance-relationship-secretively-or-whatever, but to me, the notion that she could be the new Divine, that her name is being thrown around, creates this tension between them - because it hints at a sort of ending to their relationship, or a breaking up of a future they could have together. As a possibility, I mean. There’s potential interesting storytelling there.

And I find that notion incredibly interesting. And I kind of want to write about it - I’ve been thinking about it all day and it’s kind of falling into place - the kind of angst and problems it would create. How they’d talk about it - or not talk about it. And I want to write about it.

But,

it’s been really long since I’ve written fanfiction or even fiction in general. Like, maybe 10 years or so

I’ve never written (fan)fiction in English. I don’t think that should be a problem, but it is somehow a relevant concern for me

and I’ve also never written for the Dragon Age fandom - I feel like maybe I’m not familiar enough with the ins and outs of the Dragon Age world, like, I don’t know what’s canon and what isn’t (for example, can a Divine just not marry or is that a choice Cassandra makes?), what sort of habits people have, how people write letters, certain formalities, etc. I’ve actually only written for one other fandom before - one that I felt I knew inside out.

And now I don’t know what to do! Just put it to paper? It always sounds better in my head than when I write it down. So I don’t know. But I thought that for now I’d put this on here and see if there’s any response to this? Like, has anyone written this already? If so, where can I find it? Would this be something people would be interested in? Am I completely off target here, as in, this sort of tension isn’t really there? What do you think?

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