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I commissioned the wonderfully talented @za-ra-h a while ago for a portrait of my Inquisitor Ellana and I honestly don’t think she’s ever looked this good, not even in my own head. 😍💕
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I'm learning a lot about Ellana these days.
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We’ve earned the right to be selfish.
She always thought that when she finally asked it would be some grand romantic gesture.
Flowers and a candlelit dinner, maybe wandering the streets of some lamp-lit city. She would wear one of those low backed and flowing dresses that she likes. The kind that moves around her like water, the soft layers of sheer fabric accentuating the movement of her body, kissing her ankles with each step she took. The kind that let her hands linger on the bare skin of her exposed back, that welcomed the brush of her lips on the curve of her neck. Her hair would be loose, and Cassandra’s fingers would tangle in it absently. Her fingers would be soft on her cheek as she tucks a curl behind her ear before she kisses her. Kisses her because she can. Kisses her because she wants her to. 
She would be dashing in soft leather breeches and a loose linen shirt. The kind she liked to wear the morning after a night of passion, knowing that the loosely tied knot that kept her modest was as easily unravelable as her lovers grip on her control when she toyed with it. Looked her in the eyes as she undid it, letting the collar slip down and expose the bare skin of her shoulders and the bruises on her neck knowing how much she loved the sight of her in such a dishevelled state. Was the reason that some days she faced the Inquisition less composed than she would like, a satisfied throb aching between her legs.
She would get down on one knee, she’s not sure where, or at what point of the evening, but she would. Cassandra would blush as she looks at her affectionately, and her cheeks would turn that delightful shade of red as she stammers when Ellana pulls out a ring. And after she said yes they would spend the night tangled in bedsheets, making their own vows to each other with their bodies before sweaty and exhausted they would finally fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.
That was what she imagined at least.
But it's not how it happened.
They’d already discussed that they would wait until after Corypheus’s defeat to talk about marriage again. But she already knew that she would say yes if Cassandra asked. And they had already exchanged small gifts as a commitment between themselves. But she didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted to know that her wife was waiting for her at the end of this, whether they’d had an official ceremony or not.  
They’re laying on the lounge, her head resting on Cassandra’s chest as she reads, heartbeat steady under her ear.
“Stop thinking so loudly,” Cassandra admonishes her softly kissing her crown, not looking up as she turns the page of her book.
“Marry me,” Ellana blurts without thinking. Cassandra’s heartbeat stutters beneath her ear, picking up it's pace when her body tenses beneath her, lungs expanding with a sharp breath.
“What?” Cassandra asks sounding shocked. “Marry me,” she repeats herself, feeling her nerves begin to catch up with her, and a panic at the words she said but can’t take back begins to set in at Cassandra’s confusion.
“I heard you the first time,” Cassandra says, pulling her back as Ellana tries to pull away. She shocks her when she carelessly tosses her book over her, the dull thud of it landing on the floor behind her bringing into focus the reality of what she just asked.
Cassandra shifts so that she is facing her and Ellana’s nerves grow stronger as Cassandra looks at her intently, searching her face for… something. 
“Why now? I thought we agreed to wait until everything was over to think about it again,” Cassandra’s words are logical but - no she’s just imagining it - Cassandra almost looks shy? Hopeful?
“I don’t want to wait,” Ellana sighs “I want to know that whatever happens you - my wife - will be there with me every step of the way and for what comes afterwards,” 
“I’ll be there for you whether you’re my wife or not,” Cassandra says softly stroking her cheek.
“I know,” Ellana whispers closing her eyes. “I know and I love you,”
“I want a life after this where I can give you the romance you deserve, candlelit dinners with far too much wine and evening walks in the sea breeze, nights spent worrying about nothing but your body beneath mine before we finally fall asleep when the moon rises. You would love the Free Marches in the spring. There is a place that my clan used to stay to trade by the sea, that had the most beautiful storms almost every afternoon. Evenings spent making love in some small villa with all the windows open as the storms pass would be bliss,” Ellana sighs.
“No more mountains?” Cassandra grins.
“We’re too old my love, we’ve earned the right to be selfish.” 
“Speak for yourself,” Cassandra says warmly.
Silence slips over them, and as exposed as she still feels she is calmed by it. Cassandra had that effect on her after all.
She doesn’t look up from the patterns she’s tracing on Cassandra’s waist when she feels warm breath on her forehead, followed by the pressure of warmer lips that linger there before pulling away.
“Ellana?” Cassandra asks her softly, and when she looks up the expression on her face is even softer.
“Marry me?” she asks, repeating her earlier words back to her. Her expression is so soft and so vulnerable that if it was any other situation it would break Ellana’s heart. But all she can do is smile and nod her head, breathlessly say yes with a soft laugh when her mouth finally decides to cooperate.
In the end, she was right about one of the things she imagined and the last thing she thinks as she falls asleep in tangled bedsheets with Cassandra embracing her from behind is how good it will feel to wake up in the arms of her wife. 
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Nonverbal greetings.
Cleaning up some stuff on the blog and don’t want to lose this. But non-verbal greetings for Ellana are interesting because while she’s comfortable around the people that know her well, how she acts with other people is completely reliant on the situation and where they are.  As Inquisitor A handshake and a nod of her head, and depending on the situation/their host a smile. It’s very rare for her to bow, and she never does it with human nobility, not even at the Winter Palace because for her as an Elvhen woman its a matter of principle.   With Friends A smile and a wave. She’s a bit more relaxed around those she considers friends, so she’s a lot more ‘herself’ around them so smiling comes easiest to her. With Close Friends Still with the smile and the wave, but because she likes to be close to those she cares about she’ll also go for touch on the shoulder, arm etc or a hug. It takes Dorian a while to get used to this about her because I guess it can be kind of intense if you’re not used to it but he wouldn’t change a thing about it because he knows she’s like it with very few other people. Her body language is also very open and she’ll move to accommodate people into her space in a group situation or so that they know that they have her full attention. With Cassandra Because of course, she has her own way of greeting her. Touches and soft smiles. She’s massive on touch with Cassandra and will greet her by reaching for her hand, with hugs, and often kisses on her shoulder as both a hello and goodbye. They both tend to move in sync with each other so Cassandra always knows when she has her attention because she can feel it. Her eyes say a lot for her and it doesn’t matter how many times their paths cross a day she always has a smile for her. But ultimately her favourite way to greet her is with a kiss and if she’s had a particularly hard day or they’ve been apart this is her go-to greeting for her
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For the song ask: Metric - "Blindness"
Oooh thanks! Good choice of song and for the challengeI am very bad at this but I got halfway through and my brain just went *raspberry noises* and now here we 45 years later She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t resent her. Didn’t feel a sense of betrayal at the way she made her feel. She knew that she wasn’t imagining things with her. Because she wasn’t the only one that saw what was happening. But it wasn’t her job to wait around for her to realise she was wrong. Decide that she wanted her after all. She doubts the last thing would ever happen though. But that wasn’t all she resented about her though. There was the whole ‘Inquisitor’ business to consider. She knew that she hated the title of Herald. And how out of her depth she felt being responsible for so many choices and the impact that they had. So why they ever thought that getting her to break the news to her was a mystery. But she was wooed by that pretty face and accepted it without question. Not that she really had much of a choice with how public they made everything. It's not a path that she would have chosen for herself, but with the amount of people that wanted her to fail, she knew failure wasn’t an option. She knew she was a tool in a larger agenda and she hated it.  After the embarrassment that morning with Cassandra she wanted to leave. More than usual. But she couldn’t. Ironically because of the position that she had put her in, leading a life and an organisation that she’d never chosen. Never would have if she was given the choice she thinks some days where she feels like she’s drowning under the weight of all of her responsibilities. But she’d come this far on her own. And no one else could do what she did, not just because of the mark. She may want none of this, but she trusts no one else to do it.  
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For the plant asks, Elfroot and Arbor Blessing for Ellana? 😬
💚💚Elfroot :: What is a small, mundane thing that brings your character great comfort?I’ve already answered this one here. Arbor Blessing :: What is the happiest ending you can think of for your character?She and Cassandra leave after everything is passed over to whoever continues on the Inquisitions work after Trespasser and Cassandra has set the Seekers up well enough that she can take extended periods of time away. They have a villa somewhere on the coast near Antiva that they have enough land to grow the food they need and keep some animals and maybe some vines of grapes to sell or Ellana learns how to make wine to sell. It's like Ellana says in her proposal -they spend their nights making love as the thunderstorms roll through after candlelit dinners with far too much wine and evening walks in the sea breeze.Maybe they adopt a few orphans, maybe they don’t, maybe there's some magic ritual that lets them have children of their own. All I know is I want them to grow old together and be happy together while they do it. If they have to fight or consult to help with the fight against Solas they will but like Leliana with Sophia they just want to be left alone to be happy together. 
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“ She doesn’t know when Cassandra became so adept at talking about her feelings, but she suspects it's mostly her influence - having given Cassandra the safety to explore her emotions and feelings with no fear of judgement and as she was ready to. She expects - deserves - nothing less than the frankness she receives in Cassandra’s words. Welcomes them and their blunt honesty, they keep her grounded after all, help her to continue to come to know the parts of Cassandra that she so willingly shares with her better. Helps her know how to love her better and it's a lesson that she wants to keep learning for the rest of her life. “ So that's where Ellana is at these days apparently. 
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Prompt for my favourite ladies! “running their thumb over the other’s lips”
Thanks lovely :) I think at one point I mentioned hurting feelings and I think I’ve delivered - even if Ellana decided to be difficult about it. Hope you like :) ----“I don’t want - I can’t do this anymore!” Ellana growls in frustration fingers clawing into her scalp, tearing at the lengths of silver hair that are tangled around her shoulders as she paces in agitation. “I can’t do this, I’ve never wanted to!” Cassandra’s never seen her look this defeated, and she’s only seen flashes of her anger these past months. Anger that was bubbling to the surface tonight as if Ellana had been trying to keep it contained for too long and now she was carried away by it. She thought she was doing better, that she was helping. But after recovering her memories in the fade something in Ellana had shifted. There was a rage that wasn’t there before and sometimes Cassandra wonders if a small part of it was directed at her. She was the reason that Ellana even had an Inquisition to lead after all. Ellana reassured her that there wasn’t any lingering resentment, but Cassandra knows that if she was in the same position there would be. She always was the type to hold a grudge though. But the mark wasn’t her doing. That was an accident of her own making. One that couldn’t be helped, but an accident nonetheless. Cassandra was on edge, the mark on Ellana’s hand was glowing and crackling angrily and it did little to reassure her of Ellana’s current emotional state. But perhaps bluntness was what Ellana needed right now because kindness and reassurance weren’t getting through. “What do you want me to say then! That you don’t have a choice? That no one else is capable of this? What do you need if nothing else I can offer is good enough?”Ellana goes still and she watches Cassandra intently, her chest rising and falling as she breathes heavily. “Don’t you think that I already know that?”She’s calm. Too calm. It scares Cassandra because she knows that Ellana has thrown herself headfirst into her work instead of dealing with what they learned in the fade. And Cassandra had let her, hoping that Ellana would come to her in her own time. Or any of the other people in the Inquisition that she called a friend. But apparently the woman she loved was too headstrong and proud for her own good.“I know you do. What I don’t know is why you’re doubting yourself so much,” Cassandra says, not breaking eye contact with Ellana.Ellana is the first to look away.Cassandra can only sigh in frustration as she watches her start to pace again, looking more like an angry caged mabari than one of the most powerful women in Thedas. “Ellana!” Cassandra finally snaps, and this time the full force of Ellana’s ire is directed at her when she stops and turns to face her - brows furrowed and her mouth a thin angry line. “You cannot keep avoiding this if - I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need from me,”She watches Ellana tense, and quickly closes the distance between them when she sees her step towards her desk, fists clenching and unclenching as she looks at the clutter covering most of the surface. She can feel how tense Ellana is as she tries to fight against it when Cassandra roughly pulls her into her embrace, holding her tightly. But the longer she holds on the less Ellana tries to fight her and after a while Cassandra feels small hands come to rest on her waist, fingertips digging into her flesh as they clench at the fabric of her shirt.She’s not surprised to feel shaky uneven breath hot against her breast, or the moisture of tears soaking into her shirt, but Cassandra is quiet as she holds her. Only moving so she can seat herself on the edge of the desk behind her, pulling Ellana into the space between her legs and giving her all the time she needs.At some point, her tears stop and her breathing settles, but Ellana remains in her embrace, holding onto her just as tightly as Cassandra is holding her.All Cassandra can do is wait, forcing Ellana to talk before she was ready would get them right back to where they started, and that’s the last thing she wants. Cassandra doesn’t know how much time has passed, but she finally feels Ellana start to stir and she relaxes her grip when she starts to pull back, looks at her quietly through tear-stained lashes.“I’m sorry,” she whispers softly, silencing Cassandra with a look when she starts to protest. “I don’t know how to tell you - ask you - for what I need because I don’t know anymore. So many things don’t make sense and I don’t know what to trust anymore, not when it was so easy to have my own memories taken from me. All I know is that you are my one constant in all of this and I’ve been an idiot for trying to push you away because I didn’t want to deal with the things we learned and everything they mean,”She’s beautiful in her honesty, and Cassandra’s heart aches at the vulnerability that is so clear in Ellana’s face. In the way she curls in on herself. She has a fair idea of what Ellana might be feeling though, especially after everything she learned about the Seekers earlier that year.She reaches forward, her calloused fingers cupping the delicate line of Ellana’s jaw, thumb brushing full lips - swollen from the worrying bites of teeth. “That’s all I needed to know,” Cassandra murmurs closing the distance between them, pulling Ellana back into her embrace and kissing her temple.Neither of them might know where to start, but they could work it out together. 
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Henloo ^^ Elfroot + Blood Lotus for the character ask thing, with your Ellana!
Elfroot :: What is a small, mundane thing that brings your character great comfort?When people remember small things she’s liked or said about things she didn’t think anyone was paying attention to. Varric, Sera and Cassandra are very good at remembering things that she’s mentioned and she’s touched every time. Blood Lotus :: Is your character a lightweight when it comes to intoxicating substances? How did they come across this fact?Yessss she's the lightest of weights with alcohol. She never really drank unless there was a special occasion in her clan but she found out the hard just how low her tolerance was after celebrating the first dragon they killed when she tried Bull’s spirits. Long story short (because I want to write it at some point) Ellana spends most of the night so sick Cassandra has to look after her and she spends the entire night telling Cassandra how anyone would be lucky to be her friend and crying over how pretty she is. They’d be dating for over 6 months.She’s better with substances that have to be smoked (I have the hc that elfroot is like weed) and she finds that all that it does for her is make her snuggly and relaxed so she doesn’t do it often when things with the inquisition are at their most hectic and she finds healthier outlets for her stress. 
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OC’s in a gif
Tagged by @roguedreadwolf​, thanks frand :)
Tagging @ravenqueen89​, @andrasste​, @luciferesque​, @goblin-deity​ no obli’s
Ellana Lavellan
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I wish I’d made her this tall now. Hands on with those she’s comfortable with, always wanting to sooth and let them know she’s there.
Sara Ryder
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When everything is going wrong in Andromeda she falls back on the one thing that she can control - herself, and her body. A disciplined mind and body help her focus on the things that matter and help her keep a level head and it doesn’t hurt a certain blonde likes to train with her.
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“She made her cannelloni. From scratch with hand made pasta and the feta she likes from a tiny deli downtown that also makes her favourite sandwiches. She’d taken Ellana there a few times because she knew she would like their coffee and was unsurprised when she made fast friends with the elderly woman that owned it - each visit on her lunch break usually saw her being asked about ‘her cielo’ and had her leaving with a promise to wish her well.“
Fact: Everyone loves Ellana no matter what universe shes in. 
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You know sometimes I worry that I made Ellana to much like the type of OC that so much of fandom loves to hate (blonde, attractive, slim) but then I think back to my own personal experience as a queer woman and being told it was ‘a waste’ for me to not be attracted to men the majority of the time and like? I guess she’s not that bad? Because yeah she's the sort of character that is the perfect aesthetic companion to characters like Cullen or Solas but that's made null by the fact that she’s attracted to women (99% of the time because Zev is someone I could see her with) and romances Cassandra. So I guess in a way that her existence not requiring the validation of any male character finding her sexually desirable as a way to justify her attractiveness eliminates the things I worry about her? I don’t know what I’m saying. Ignore me.   
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Character Traits
Was tagged by @dirthara-mama to do this (💚) and I may as well do the bae.  I’m guessing italics is sometimes and bold is a cardinal trait. 
I have no idea who’s done what these past few days so I’ll just skip tagging.
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flaws
moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | dishonest | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | masochistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | rebellious
strengths
honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny
skills & hobbies
art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | baking | beachcombing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | minor potion brewing | tricks & trinkets | crow keeping
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See you soon babygirl 🙏🏻
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Hey, just letting you know that you’re problematic, because i was supposed to sleep yesterday but ended up reding the whole cassandra/ellana series and now im tired because of how good it was ??? (Fucking hell im supposed to drive a lot today) Okay but for real it was super fun to read, very cute and i really like how you write (wrote?) cassandra. (Also your oc 👌😩💯) t h a n k you for my lack of sleep 💯% would do it again
Not gonna lie you had me shook in the opening line because I was just like “What have I done now?” but it turns out I just wrote words good? 😍😂.But thank-you so much for dropping by and letting me know how much you enjoyed Cassandra and Ellana’s shenanigans - jesus christ you read all 17 in one go? I’m actually impressed. - it means far more than you know. I’m sorry for the sleepless night and I hope you get to your destination safely 💕💕💖💖
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5, 9, 24, 39?
Thanks bae 💕5- What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?Normal- something simple, breeches, boots, a shirt that may or may not be stolen or if they’re in the field her armour.Special night depends on what her goal for the evening, but generally speaking if she’s looking to impress something form-fitting around the body but flows around her legs and kisses her ankles, moving when she does.9- What does your OC’s bedroom look like?  His/her living area?She’s not used to having so much space to herself so its fairly neat and tidy, with her desk being the most cluttered because sitting down to do paperwork is torture for her. The room itself is pretty cozy, with a small dining table in the corner and her desk at the top of the stair. The lounge in front of the fire is her favourite place. She had the balcony area above their bed converted to a small office/library kind of space for Cassandra to call her own because she’s sentimental like that. (And what do you really get for the woman who doesn’t want anything honestly)24- Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?Cullen - she saw first hand what he was complicit in in Kirkwall when she was smuggling things to the Alienage and doesn't trust like that. (especially after her own run in with templars that one time....)Mother Giselle - on principle because of Dorian, and her role in the ChantrySolas - pompous belittling ass who knows something he’s not letting on. 39- How does your OC handle anger?She either lets fly or holds a grudge for 45 years. There is no in between. Unless theres silence, which is somehow scarier than her actually showing her anger. 
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