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Envy's blitz attempt to recapture Daiya failed. Not miserably though; while no physical injuries were inflected, she was still troubled the following days. Dorian tried, together with Bull, Cassandra and Varric, to keep their mutual friend's spirit cheered without outrageously intoxicating her or letting her spend what little leisure time she had at the small shooting range, burning her melancholy away with creating new warts on her delicate fingers. 'Because, Andraste's bosom, she can't have any more of those when we get to the Winter Palace in a few weeks' time'. They divided their time between their usual duties and the extra prepara

"Glandival'len!" a woman's' voice screeched ahead of them. Solas arched his brow as he watched Daiya's face turning red with… He couldn't put his finger on the exact emotion; it was a mush of the overwhelming guilt already present with embarrassment and anger – as she was caught doing something she shouldn't do. Keeper Deshanna approached them, her long robes soaked with blood, she closed the distance from the camp swiftly. Fury emanating not only from her severe expression, but also in waves of magical heat.   "Len'alas lath'din," she spat, "how dare you! You've put my second's life on the line!". Daiya tried standing up t

The fight was quickly over. The desire demon lay badly injured on the ground, huffing and puffing. Solas swiftly positioned an anchoring foot on her chest, lightly pressing his staff blade close to her neck. "Now, tell me. What is your purpose here? Who is after the Inquisitor?". The demon locked her gaze on him, fear embedded with defiance reflected in her black, endless-pit like eyes, "He has no name of importance to you". Pushing the blade more firmly to her neck, she hissed "Wait! Wait… can't we strike a deal, perhaps?" His eyes darkened with fury. Solas felt as he have delayed too long already, however, any information could poten

It was a bright morning. 'Wonderful for our journey today', Daiya thought, looking upon Skyhold's wild courtyard. She looked up to her travel companions: Cole and Iron Bull. Cole, as usual, seemed busy listening to the hurt; there were still many, after the endeavor to Skyhold and the destruction of Haven. Bull, on the other hand, was already anxious to get on the way. "Hey boss", he turned to her, "Could you check on Solas? He is running late". Daiya nodded, rushing inside through the throne room, she tried to avoid conversations with the early rising nobles with a simple and polite nod or a smile. In his open-wide room, Solas sat beside h

Inquisitor Daiya Lavellan stormed through her chambers, knocking down a chair and half the books on her work-table. Glancing momentarily to her balcony, inspecting the last rays of sunshine, she cursed her bad sense of timing. She hated being late. Grabbing half a dozen books neatly ordered, she dashed with long hunter-strides across the room and down to the library. As a result from recent events, ranging from the unknown magical mark on her hand to the mage darkspawn calling himself "Corypheus", Daiya was determined to learn more about magic. With her curious nature as the initial motivator, the research was exciting as well because of her

Title: The Grace of Silence Pairing: Solavellan/Solas x reader Word count: ~400 A/N: This is a bit weird piece, I admit, but I had to break my writer’s block with something and angsty Solavellan was a perfect place to start, especially as a reader-insert. Listen to this as you read and enjoy yourself (.^-^.) The memories. They were like whispers in the darkest of nights. You heard them but you couldn’t tell where they were coming from or who said them, or why. They just came, overwhelming you with emotion at times it was most inept, reminding you of how broken you, in fact, were. How incomplete and lost. Sometimes they showed y

Warning major spoilers for Dragon Age Inquisition and the Trespasser DLC. Some quick notes. (V/C)=Valaslin Color. (S/C)=Skin Color. (E/C) Eye Color. Clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in. And I could go on and on, on and on, and I will. It was an unforseen event. Corypheous unlocked the orbs power and lived. Leaving a gaping hole in the veil and death and destruction in his wake. This was not the plan but Corypheous plan was abruptly stopped as well, by another unforseen event. You. An elven women, one of the Dalish made obvious by your (V/C) markings on your (S/C) face. Which was growing paler with each expanse of the breach

Title: My Herald's Bed Author: Phsbarbie (Natasha Poe) Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition Characters/Pairings: Cullen and Female Inquisitor(Skyla Trevelyan) Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition and all it's characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.    I look at the time piece on Sky's desk and sigh. She's still not back. She's been away from Skyhold for nearly three weeks this time, what feels like an eternity, but she sent word to Leliana that she's be home this afternoon. Five hours ago, in fact. And I have missed her desperately.    So desperately, actually, that I've left my office on the ramparts and spent the last six ho

    It was over. Corpheus was finally dead, this time permanently. You descend the stairs of the ruins, moving to join the rest of your companions, pushing back the emotions from Solas' last words. Guilt tugged at your heart, could you have saved the orb? Did you damage the orb by using it to close the breach in the sky? Was there any way you could have... you stopped and looked back, your (e/c) eyes meeting Solas' brilliant blue ones. You could see the love, the pain, and the regret. "I love you," you whispered and you could see a small smile on his lips. "Come back to me." You watched him leave, then brush a tear from your eye. He had warne