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ferris tabris (or a mandatory chest-up 3/4 portrait)

I hope everyone's feeling inspired 👀

Who's your favourite canon city elf??

Happy Friday Aster!!! intrigued by ❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜ from the for the damaged prompts - for maybe Kallian Tabris & Duncan? 👀 OR Kallian Tabris / Anders unrequited? 👀👀👀

ohhhhh this one is so good, thank you for the prompt!! i might revisit this for kallian & duncan because it's such a good fit for them too, but unrequited kanders came first!

rated g. unreciprocated tabris/anders for @dadrunkwriting. 712 words. anders and the hero of ferelden talk. he thinks about how how they met, among other things.

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Anders had expected the Wardens to be just another prison; another guarded tower to escape. But Commander Tabris was anything but what he'd expected of the fearsome Hero of Ferelden.

Kallian. That was her name. She'd grumbled about how formal "Commander" was, but no one around the Keep quite knew how to talk to her. She'd saved the whole of Ferelden; how did you speak to someone like that? And on a personal level, she'd saved him too.

When the Warden barged in with two recruits in tow and saw Anders, surrounded by dead templars, he would have been lying if he'd said the fear of the Maker Himself hadn't coursed through him. But she kept him. Rescued him from the Circle, the only way she knew how.

"That's how I was recruited too, you know," she said to him one night as they warmed by the campfire, before lowering her voice dramatically. "Ferelden's Warden-Commander invoking the Right of Conscription to pull someone out of the jaws of the law... I hope you carry on the tradition."

He balked at her. "What?"

"What?" she gave him a small, tired smile before turning back to the fire. "I hope it's one of you, after me. You'd make a good Commander, I think."

"Maker, I'm not sure about that," he laughed self-consciously.

"I am," she said. Anders didn't think she realised how firm she sounded when she talked, how final her words sounded. She brooked no argument, ever. He wondered if the King dared disagree with her.

The King. He'd turned up at the Keep once, early on. Anders didn't know much about him save for him being Maric's bastard, and a Warden too. The Warden; or the other one anyway.

Warden-Commander Tabris and King Alistair had embraced that day, undoubtedly unsatisfying in all their armour. But they held each other anyway, their faces buried in the crook of their necks, the only exposed bit of skin they had.

"Are you the King's mistress?" he blurted out, inwardly cursing.

She snapped her attention to him, wide-eyed and abruptly scarlet. That was a yes, then.

"Why'd you ask that?" she squeaked. He shrugged, and she looked as though she was going to say more, talk to him, like a person. Anders was reminded of how young she was; younger than him.

But she turned away, still flustered and pretending not to be, prodding at the embers of the fire with a stick.

"You just..." He trailed off, trying to think of the best way to word it. Anders wasn't sure how to tell her that his chest tightened whenever he looked at her. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that whatever he felt for her wasn't quite what a subordinate should feel for his Commander. But she was confusing. Talking with her was difficult, yet her presence was a balm. She naturally commanded respect, but held nothing over them. She wanted to be their equal, he thought.

Kallian just looked so lonely.

"If you're not," he started again slowly, against his better judgement. "The next time we're in Amaranthine, maybe we could... go to The Crown and Lion. For a drink. Alone. If you wanted to."

Kallian looked at him again. She wasn't a difficult person to read at the best of times. She looked at him with surprise in the parting of her lips, sadness in the pull of her eyebrows... and something akin to distant longing in her eyes. He knew his answer.

"I-I'd like to, I just... I can't," she muttered, dropping her gaze again.

"Okay," he forced a smile. "Don't worry, I'll ask Oghren instead."

She laughed; thank the Maker. "Oghren?"

"Yes, he's much better company."

"Yeah?" she smirked, raising her eyebrows. He hummed in response.

"Yes," he nodded sagely. "Prettier too."

"Shut the fuck up," she chuckled, grinning.

Kallian was in charge. Not just as Warden-Commander, but as Arlessa, as Bann. But she'd gained the titles, and lost her friends. And despite it all, despite everything she'd done, and everything she was... Ferelden would never accept an elven queen.

Anders looked to the fire. Dying orange flames licked at white wood. None of it was fair. But if she was lonely, he supposed he had to be lonely with her.

Crack open his brain and you'll find he's playing a one-man chess game to get through portrait sitting (he's winning btw) 😌😌😌

point of no return

13.09.2020 | Some Dragon Age 2 Elves… but like, less same-y…

Fenris and Merrill? They’re here

parody of a destiny (chaptered work)

it's rotten work (series)

atros shiral info (tumblr post)

complete | 21,116 words | E

Atros Shiral was a servant to a particularly cruel human in Denerim. When he was taken along to serve the man during the Divine Conclave, a strange kind of luck thrust him into the center of everything—and although he is pleased that his master was wiped out along with the rest of the attendants, he doesn’t feel like he should have survived.

Angry, bitter, and wary, he feels once more at the mercy of humanity, inappropriately raised up to be their savior. But he couldn’t even save himself, and he knows how ill-fit he is for the task ahead.

There’s another elf in the Inquisition, someone who helped guide him through bearing the mark upon his hand. Someone who doesn’t treat him like a leader or a divine figure. Someone who sees him for who he is, the entire flawed package.

It’s the first time he’s felt known.

i went to bath – they have a vhenadahl :)