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DAI _ What do you fear, Dread Wolf? by CharronChellick, literature

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DAI _ What do you fear, Dread Wolf?

After the Epilogue During their trip into the fear demons lair, where the black city had been only a stone throw away, he had been taunted. It had highlighted his fear that he did not wish to die alone. That had been on his mind at the time but since the days he'd left the inquisitor to set out on his own sorrowful path, he had found something he feared even more. In his slumber, he'd slipped into the Fade as he had done countless times before. But it was different, he could tell instantaneously. The colours twisted into one another, causing a black mass to surround him. Then there was a light, a memory in the darkness of his mind. A woma

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Ilyria Lavellan: Bigger Than You by A-D-Aether, literature

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Ilyria Lavellan: Bigger Than You

The green and red hills of the Hinterlands rolled away from the camp, leaning with trees thin and thick, covered in uneven green bushes that rippled in the cool summer’s breeze. Ilyria pulled off her glove and stuck it under arm as she and her companions stopped for a rest. Dorian and Solas went immediately to the fire, where Inquisition solders were cooking ram stew and fish for lunch. Ilyria took off her Orlesian mage hat, careful not to crush the pink flower as Blackwall drew near. He smelled as ever of sweat, hay, and the musk of his horse. The scent was both repellant and alluring. Repellant because . . . it stank. Alluring becaus

The Past is The Past - Chapter 1 by mothmanaintshit, literature

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The Past is The Past - Chapter 1

Soora jumped threw the Eluvian after the others. Landing her feet safely in the Crossroads, they stood back as the mirror shook before them. “Move it, now!” Cassandra shouted pushing, pulling everyone away from the mirror before it shattered.The stood in silence before Morrigan coughed a little. “Corypheus will not follow,” Morrigan stood up straight, dusting herself off. Soora let out a shaky breath she didn't realize she was holding. “Inquisitor, are you alright?” Cassandra said, worried. Soora nodded, her body shaking, “Ye-Yes, I...I just...” Soora fell onto her knee's, staring at the shatte

Elora Lavellan: Of Pride and Trust by A-D-Aether, literature

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Elora Lavellan: Of Pride and Trust

The guard’s heavy hand shoved deep in the small of Elora’s back, and she staggered with a cry into the dark cell, tendrils of black hair falling from her bun and into her eyes. The door slammed hard behind her, the bars of its little window rattling in the silence. She caught her balance and glared over her shoulder at the guard who grinned at her through the window. He dragged a suggestive tongue over his lip – prompting a snort of disgust from her – before marching up the hall with jingling armor. Elora massaged her wrists. They had removed her manacles, but she could still feel the heaviness there. They had also ta

Ilyria Lavellan: The Wolf and the Halla by A-D-Aether, literature

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Ilyria Lavellan: The Wolf and the Halla

Ilyria moved through the quiet rain, her steps silent among the halla, her hair glowing white as their smooth hides. It was her favorite dream. She was naked, and the icy chill of the autumn rain clung in glossy strands along the curves of her young body. But she did not shiver. She loved the cold. She was the cold, and in the heat of each desperate battle, she was the center of all that was still and white, she was the ice and the storm, the snow and the mist. Her white hair hung long and straight down a back brown as a nut from the sun. Her slanted lyrium blue eyes were sharp as they cut across the still trees, sharp as a hawk but gentle as

Lavellan's Sorrow by ByTheGoddess, literature

A Dance by TheCluelessUke, literature

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A Dance

Their dance starts to slow as Lavellan grows sluggish with fatigue, turning smooth circles into a conscious effort on his part to keep her held upright as her tiredness threatens to overtake her. Solas raises his arm to twirl her gently, hoping to snap her back to reality in the quick movement. But Lavellan, surprising him as always, does not stop when he pulls her back towards him, and the full weight of her tired body presses against him. Still holding one arm out with her hand in his and her other on his shoulder, Solas expects her to jerk back to keep the image of modesty preserved. Instead, she lays her head on his shoulder and keeps it

Tea by TheCluelessUke, literature

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Tea

She starts drinking tea. It starts two months after his disappearance and their victory. Lavellan lays her head down to sleep one night and finds herself in a wooded area she doesn’t recognise: the sound of a flowing river reaches her ears, but it is too rhythmic, too constant. A bird chirps the same tune over and over, and in the corner of her eye she spots a movement that shouldn’t be. She has grown up on tales of terror of the dark fur and three red eyes of the dread wolf, but the terror of these tales pale in comparison to the way her heart almost stops beating at the sight of the huge wolf lurking amongst the trees. The wol

Harts and Minds by ElCapitan18, literature

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Harts and Minds

She was acting strangely, distant, interacting as little as possible with her inner circle and spending a great deal of time to herself. He normally wouldn’t have imposed, but a comment from Varric had pushed him to action. “You’d never guess just by looking at her,” he’d started, a smirk on his lips even if his eyes were shadowed by concern. “but I think our inquisitor is homesick.” They’d been in the main hall, standing by Varric’s writing desk. Cullen had stopped by to ask something of the dwarf, but then Delani walked by and he’d suddenly forgotten his purpose. Varric’s ob

Full of Questions. Solas/Lavellan. Spoilers Maybe? by NorroenDyrd, literature

My Herald's Bed by Phsbarbie, literature

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My Herald's Bed

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