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alittlestarling · 4 years

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“Brushing the hair out of mine’s face” - takes place during Disaster Trevelyan Siblings AU. I made myself v sad while writing this so…

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“Go! I’ll hold Nightmare off.” Lis steeled herself, watching Alexander’s expression fall with a small nod of agreement. “Make the Wardens better, Stroud,” she warned with a smile full of regrets, “or I’ll come back from the Fade to haunt you.” Joking made it easier, she thought, already striding away from the Inquisitor, hoping it would be enough in the end.

Across the stretch of rock, Lis caught sight of Varric already falling back through the hole, a bittersweet sadness rippling through her. Good. They’d be following him, one by one, until she was alone in this hellhole. Lis gripped her staff tightly, her magic already surging to the surface as she called up a firestorm. “HEY!”

The what-ifs of her life and could-have-beens were there at the front of her mind as she let fire rain down from above. She couldn’t look back; if she did, she would fall and they needed time more than anything.

If she was going to die, at least she would go down swinging.

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Ioan had come to a halt across the rocks, waiting to usher Alexander through. “Ioan! What are you doing?” Cora was just ahead, while Lis had already begun to run towards the creature instead of away. There was a choice before him as he watched the woman he loved hurrying towards death while the rest of them raced towards safety.

He knew what he had to do.

“Take care of Alexander!” Two steps forward were all it took to grip Cora’s arm in his own, squeezing it gently. “And listen to Emmeline. I know you two don’t see eye-to-eye, but you both need one another.”

“Why are you saying this?” In the unnatural light, Ioan saw the pain and fear that gripped his youngest sister; despite all her bluster, he could see her heart shining through the armor she wore around herself. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, apologies already on the tip of his tongue for being too late for so much of her life. It settled like a lump in his throat that he swallowed stiffly against.

“I love you, little wolf.” He let go, hurrying to stay out of reach as her hands scrambled to catch him. He could hear her calling his name, hurrying back down the sloping terrain. Alexander’s face was drawn, bewildered the moment they met in the middle.

“Ioan-”

“Get Cora through and save the wold, Lexie.” He clapped a hand on Alexander’s shoulder, his grip firm but brief. They would make it through, he thought, drowning out the sounds of his sister’s yelling against the harsh winds and shrieks of Nightmare before him. He’d make sure none of this was in vain.

His sword sang through the air as he hacked and halved a few of the smaller fears that were sprouting in the ground around him. “Lis!” His shield smacked over another crawling beast, sliding down another bit of rock with singular focus.

Lis had turned at her name and he caught the surprise on her face before, with a shout, she shot a bolt of lightning over his shoulder. There was a sizzling and pop as a spider fell behind him. Ioan had spent years running in armor, swiftly closing the distance as he bashed his shield against one of the massive legs from the massive abomination before them.

“What are you doing?” Her voice broke, the dam of emotion cracking the surface as Ioan held a shield above them as another hairy, terrible spider leg came crashing down upon them. His knees buckled, just slightly, but, gritting his teeth, Ioan held fast.

“The right thing.” Shaking with the effort to hoist the beast off, Ioan paused for a moment that seemed to last an eternity. All of the hurt, the lies, the sides they had picked, didn’t quite melt away, but something else rose to the surface as his gloved hand reached out, tucking a few strands of light brown hair away from her face: forgiveness. Imperfect and flawed, but there nonetheless.

“Together?” He whispered, his thumb brushing away an errant tear from Lis’s cheek.

“Yes.”

Acceptance washed over him as he leaned in, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her forehead. If this was to be his end, at least it would be where he should have been this whole time: at her side.

#my writing #dragon age: inquisition #ioan trevelyan #cora trevelyan #elisabeth hawke #here lies the abyss #angst #look i wrote most of this today and i made myself sat at my desk #someday i'll write more about this au #prompted writing #mizlapes

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alittlestarling · 4 years

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For the drabble game: “I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”

Took a million years, but please enjoy some Hawke and Trevelyan idiots~

“What’s he doing here?” Elisabeth Hawke eyes narrowed, glowering across the expanse of the crowded pub as gleaming Templar armor caught her eye. Down in the dark of Lowtown, they didn’t see Templars coming around often, if at all, which is exactly how Lis liked it. It meant she could roam the streets freely and hopefully continue to ignore whatever wrath the law might hammer her with when they got tired of her antics. Her money made it easy to keep her in the clear, but that didn’t mean she went looking for too much trouble in the last few months.

Carver being part of the Templars made it easier, too; as much as they fought and were on the outs with one another these days, neither of them were equipped to deal with destroying their mother’s peace, not when her family home had been returned and two of her children still lived.

It was an uneasy truce that kept them from interacting in Kirkwall as Lis gave the Gallows a wide berth and Carver only visited when he knew Lis was out of the Amell manor.

Until now, Lis thought she’d only see her brother again is if disaster struck. Yet, across the room, Carver Hawke ambled into the tavern, followed by another familiar face that had Lis’s expression darkening further. One Templar, even if it was just her brother, was one too many, least of all for him to bring Ioan Trevelyan down to her favorite haunt.

“Maker only knows,” Anders grumbled into his own drink, equally nervous at the appearance of both men.

“Oh!” Merrill almost leaped from her chair, her drink wobbling precariously at the edge. “Wait, no, he’s here because I asked him!” She flashed Lis a nervous little smile and some of the brimming anger left the eldest Hawke in a hard breath out.

“It’s fine, Merrill. I’m just...surprised.” Lis tried to put it mildly, her eyes flickering across the room as Carver made his way over to their table. He looked a little uncertain in his armor still and Lis felt her own heart contract painfully at the memory of him walking out the door with Cullen all those months ago. Fresh wounds never made for good company as she took a long swig of her drink. Three mages sitting at a tavern didn’t bode well when any Templar showed up, but she trusted her brother wouldn’t bring harm to Merrill.

“Lis,” Carver muttered as he approached, watching with a wary expression on his face as she stood. He would always be taller than her, always looking to outmatch and best her to stand out, but Lis couldn’t imagine him as anything but the kid brother who’d followed her around in Lothering as children, playing pretend with swords and rusted pieces of armor he’d fashioned from leftovers at the blacksmiths.

Those days had long since passed, the memory quickly shuttered away.

“Carver.” Curt and to the point as she gave an awkward, jerky nod of her head. “I was just leaving.” She glanced behind her, noting that Anders had already gone and made himself scarce. Her brother wasn’t the problem here; her own suspicions about Ioan Trevelyan turned into a frown as she steelily met his gaze from the other side of the table. To his credit, the Knight-Lieutenant didn’t flinch, matching her energy almost effortlessly.

Ass.

Once she’d stepped away, however, she remembered that she had nowhere to truly go. Home sounded terrible and throwing herself into more work felt exhausting. Thank the Maker she caught sight of Varric heading up the stairs to his rooms. Lis made a beeline towards him, the crowd easily parting as she walked with more purpose than usual. Lis paused a moment at the top of the steps, steeling herself against looking back to Carver.

“Didn’t realize the kid was showing up tonight,” Varric called out in his own form of greeting from the table. Lis sighed and slumped into the chair, reaching over to grab Varric’s cup to swallow whatever he had left. “Hey!”

“Like you were going to finish it warm.” Lis couldn’t help the smirk as she gave him the empty cup back. “Anything fun?” She asked, peering over to catch a glimpse of whatever Varric was scribbling away at.

“Just some notes.” He paused, meeting her gaze with a teasing smile. “I saw the Knight-Lieutenant was here, too.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Lis grumbled, arms folded on the table. “I’d rather not continue running into him in places I go to relax.”

“What, the strong jaw and immaculately styled hair don’t do it for you?” The glower Lis shot across the table seemed to speak volumes as Varric gave a long, loud cackle. “I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”

“Definitely rage.” Perhaps there was a part of her that found him easy enough to look at, but there was no way she’d ever admit that aloud. Varric, for one, would never let her live it down.

#elisabeth hawke #ioan trevelyan #merrill #carver hawke #varric tethras #my writing #dragon age 2 #rhetoricalrogue #i had a lot of fun writing this lol #lis is so prickly i just love her

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alittlestarling · 4 years

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🖊 🖊 🖊 your choice! ❤️

Three means I’m taking all three of them and gushing about my disaster trio of Trevelyan siblings that I adore and who go in their own ‘verse.

Ioan is the oldest of his siblings and, despite no longer being the heir to what remains of their ‘family fortune’ (which their father gambled away on some bad deals, it was a Bad Time for a bit), he feels very responsible for his younger sisters. Enough so that, after years apart, he continually oversteps his boundaries with them. Lyrium use had addled his mind just a bit, sometimes making him forget that so much time has passed since he left to be a Templar and that Emmeline and Cora aren’t children anymore. It’s not an excuse, but he’s truly trying his best when he joins up with the Inquisition.

Emmeline is smack in the middle, and truly the most pragmatic of her siblings. Since their family fortune fell into disarray, she’s been the only one (in her mind) to look out for what’s best for their small family. Not every problem must be solved with knives and arrows; she’s far keener to seek diplomatic solutions and ways to place pressure on pain points to get what she wants or needs. Sometimes, though, a dose of poison gets the message across; she literally develops her own venomous mixtures and even gave some for Cora to use on her weapons later on in Inquisition.

Cora was the surprise baby of the family and she truly lives up to being a surprise most days. She’s the road-less-traveled type of person, often choosing to take the more interesting route in her life rather than following pre-plotted courses. It meant that she was a handful all her life and, when push came to shove, she simply decided running away was the best solution to an arranged marriage her family was trying to negotiate. Running comes easily for her and is often the first option she considers when things get hard. Eventually, she knows she has to stop running, but it takes a lot to keep her on a somewhat straight and narrow path.

#cora trevelyan #emmeline rosseau #ioan trevelyan #my disaster trio and their too good for this world cousin kill me #someday i'll write more about these idiots #mizlapes #kristen answers things

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alittlestarling · 5 years

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There’s a “new” son in town. I say “new” because Ioan has been around for years in the background but, whoops, he’s wormed his way to the front because I decided to make this whole thing with Companion!verse a family affair to throw him in along with the middle sister, Emmelina. Like they’re all vying for attention and it’s exciting and hilarious and here’s what I have right now:

-Ioan is the eldest and has roughly 9-10 years on Cora. He would have gotten the family inheritance if he hadn’t gone into the Order, but that’s moot point since their family has a lot of financial woes and he’d be really unhappy running their crumbling side of the family business.

-Very much the follows-the-rule-of-law to a fault; he’s spent so many years as a Templar that he doesn’t really know how to go against orders. Definitely a Lawful Neutral in the grand scheme of things.

-Has floofy, curly hair that he initially had cut pretty severely but winds up wearing it a bit longer and just like pulling it back into a man bun.

-SOLID MUSCLE oh my god he’s a sword and shield guy and absolutely a tank in battle.

-Has a super soft spot for kids. He always felt like he was a scary dude to all the young mages in his charge and wanted to make sure he wasn’t someone to be terrified of.

-Definitely more of a cat person. He always left milk and little treats out for the cats that roamed the Circle, but never felt creative enough to give them names.

-Was stationed in Ferelden for a long time after his folks lost their business and they no longer could give money to the Chantry for a cushy position. He really didn’t enjoy being there; it was too cold and rainy and damp for him. He wound up taking a position in Kirkwall around 9:33/34 just for the chance to be back in the Free Marches.

-Most definitely had a whirlwind romance with Elisabeth Hawke that ended poorly. Tensions rising during Act 3 had him being reassigned to Ostwick to get him out of Meredith’s hair and not being part of the finale there. He has no idea where she is at the start of Inquisition.

-When rebellion came, Ioan chose to step aside and follow some of his fellows to go to conclave. He didn’t want to fight the mages but also didn’t know how to disobey the orders they had to keep them safe from the world outside the walls of the Circle. Despite it all, Elisabeth had gotten under his skin in ways that had him seeing the world a little differently and he couldn’t go back.

-Like honestly, he loves Elisabeth and wants to find her, but things ended so badly between them that he has no idea if that could ever be repaired.

-He’s at the crossroads trying to keep the peace when the Inquisition arrives and he realizes this Herald is his cousin, Alexander. Joining becomes a no brainer, especially when he realizes he recognizes the name of their commander as well.

I MEAN there’s gonna be more and I’m already in Pain over some of it but in the best way. I might also do a little post about Emmelina, too, since, uh, she’s gonna be swinging through and part of this as well.

#ioan trevelyan #i love my son #dragon age #i wrote this days ago but now i finally have time to post it lol

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alittlestarling · 5 years

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Last line meme

Hi hello it’s me I’m still alive but barely!!!!! @lechatrouge673 tagged me in this a few days back so have a sneak peek at a new idea that has completely blossomed into a ~thing~

The City of Chains loomed before the ship; despite the strangely ominous harbor, Ioan Trevelyan couldn’t hide the relief he felt at being posted in the Free Marches once again.

Tagging anyone reading this, I’m mobile and lazy and lacking caffeine. Tag me if you do it though!

#last line tag #ioan trevelyan #a new son appears!#dragon age

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alittlestarling · 5 years

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And now for the middle Trevelyan sibling who I also have a Lot of Feelings about and who definitely came out to play last night. If Ioan is a Hufflepuff and Cora Gryffindor, Emmeline is my small Slytherin and I’m just in Love with this girl.

-Emmeline is 32 when Inquisition begins but doesn’t come into contact with her family until Halamshiral when she attends the festivities and peace talks.

-Duty to her family is the guiding principle for her; she’s willing to do whatever it takes to ensure that she keeps her family name from the mud and leaves behind a legacy for her daughter to inherit someday. Her ambitions get a little twisted now and again, but she’s genuinely trying to make the calls her siblings won’t. Ioan is too noble to dirty his hands and honestly, Cora doesn’t have a ton of common sense to begin with or a mind for plotting/planning. Em works with her strengths and this is one of them.

-The heir to the Trevelyan fortune, though that’s dwindled away to almost nothing in the wake of her father’s irresponsible handling of their business. Before she was married, she helped with the books and she feels partially responsible for things going sideways (though she couldn’t have predicted that her father would gamble almost all of it away).

-With her older brother off with the Templars and a runaway little sister, Emmeline took it upon herself to make their name mean something, even if it meant she no longer held the surname Trevelyan. She went to Orlais just before the money troubles began and made a calculated choice in picking Lord Rousseau, a wealthy bachelor who had his eye on her during the various soirees they attended, and seeking an official courtship.

-While her choices are often calculated, that doesn’t mean she lacks a heart. She did love her husband for being a kindness to her and giving her their daughter. She still loves her siblings fiercely, even when she doesn’t understand why they have to make such emotional decisions.

-Rumors fly around the court surrounding her husband’s untimely demise; some believe that she poisoned him to keep his money, other still claim that she hired someone to suffocate him in his sleep. Emmeline doesn’t entertain these rumors, sheltering Lucille from them as best she can, because there’s no truth to them. But it still has earned her a vicious nickname around court - viper.

-Joins the Inquisition after Halamshiral because she has connections and, while she doesn’t voice it aloud, it also means that she can connect with family that she hasn’t seen in years. They don’t get along, truthfully, not for a long while, but it gives her a spot to try and smooth over some of her younger sister’s reckless choices or ensure that her brother isn’t off being a noble fool too often.

-Enjoys flirting with Blackwall and he becomes an easy favorite for the sake of how kind he is to Lucille. Plus he seems a little confused and briefly flustered when she flirts with him, which she enjoys thoroughly.

#emmeline rousseau #dragon age #character ramblings #me: complains about no inspo #also me: v suddenly gets this #huh i’ll take it #trevelyan siblings

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