Inquisitor & Varric
Inquisitor & Varric
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Malika Cadash & Varric Tethras
Wow, writing this little something of a fic took way longer than I expected, but I got there in the end. I really needed to get this story out of my system to get my fanfiction mojo flowing again.
This one-shot features my Elenara Lavellan and her companions Varric, Cassandra and Solas in the Hinterlands. After writing Solavellan romance with no specific Lavellan, it’s was so nice to write with one of my OCs again.
Sadly, Elenara and Solas are far away from their relationship in this one, so no sappy romance here, but I enjoyed exploring her thoughts on the Inquisition and being a Dalish among humans before she became Inquisitor. Also, some friendly bonding with Varric at the end, which is always good. Happy reading! :)
“So, Chuckles,” Varric said, “is it true you spend most of your time in the Fade?”
“As much as is possible, yes,” Solas answered with a curious side-glance. “The Fade contains a wealth of knowledge for those who know where to look.”
The dwarf scoffed. “I don’t know how you dream, let alone wander around in there. Especially when the shit that comes out of the Fade generally seems… pretty cranky.”
“So are humans, but we continue to interact with them…,” Solas replied with a smile tugging at his lips. “When we must.”
“Point taken,” Varric said.
Cassandra made a disgruntled face. “If you gentlemen are quite finished…”
“Come now, seeker…”
Elenara smiled, despite only half-listening to her companions. She was too busy keeping an eye out for rebel mages or rogue templars in the surrounding forest. It hadn’t been long since the party had stumbled in a battle between both sides and she was not keen to repeat that experience just yet.
They had spent the last week traversing the Hinterlands, running errands on behalf of the Inquisition. Every now and then, Solas or Cassandra urged her to call the retreat, get back to Haven and move on to Val Royeaux to speak to the remaining clerics of the Chantry. Elenara, on the other hand, didn’t want to rush the matter. She was rather happy to be out in the wilderness again, even as an envoy of the Inquisition. The rustling leaves and whispering wind reminded her of a time when everything had been much simpler. Before the sky had been torn apart.
If only she could remember what had happened at the conclave…
Elenara squared her shoulders, wiping sweat from her brow with one hand. Dwelling on the matter was no use. Her memories wouldn’t return just because she wanted them to. The only choice she had was to focus on what was before her: the refugees that required her help. She had decided that their lives mattered more than her knowing what had transpired at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. And so she hurried through the Hinterlands, doing everything she could to make them feel safe and protected. As if somehow, through her own actions, she could feel safe and protected, too.
Her companions didn’t seem to take much liking to the remote
wilderness, though. Varric used any chance he got to complain about the
weather, the people, the food, and the lack of proper ale. Even
Cassandra, who had been at odds with the dwarf since Elenara met her,
seemed to agree with him, but she did not voice her contempt as loudly
as he did. Only Solas kept quiet and dismissed any of her questions if
he felt ill at ease. “What we accomplish here will one day serve us in
our mission to seal the Breach,” he said. “That is more important than
my personal comfort.”
Harold Trevelyan was taken by the Circle as a boy. He eventually rose to rank of senior enchanter in his circle, and he is in his late forties by the time he attends the Conclave. He can be stern and solemn, but he also has a good sense of humor. He’s a gentle and kind man with subconscious paternal instincts—no, really, he doesn’t mean to keep acquiring children, there’s just so many of reckless kids with no self-preservation and no role models running around Thedas. Seriously, where do they keep coming from?
Harold and Cassandra get off on the wrong foot but become close friends. He and Blackwall fall in love and later marry. After the mage uprising, Harold befriends and accidentally-all-but-adopts rogue archer Allison Trevelyan (who takes his name when she thinks he passes away at the Conclave). Allison tracks him down post-Conclave and sticks to him like a burr from then on. After asking Leliana to check up on his family, Harold learns he has a niece, Tejal Trevelyan, and that she was in a Circle until the uprising. He meets up with her and becomes her father figure. Harold jokes with Varric that they coparent Cole, and Harold also becomes a father figure to Sera through friendship with Blackwall.
Harold wears a gold-plated prosthetic hand after Trespasser.
For Inquisitor!Allison, Harold still meets and befriends her after the mage uprising. They have a fight before the Conclave, so he goes alone, and she ends up heading to the Conclave separately because she has a bad feeling and wants to be there to help him if he needs it. She can’t find him when she gets there, though, and after the explosion she thinks he’s dead and takes his name in his honor. Later, they reunite (he hadn’t gone to the Conclave after all because he’d gone to help Anders with something) and he helps her as she needs it.
For Inquisitor!Tejal, they never meet, or, if they do, it’s much later; Harold hears about Inquisitor Trevelyan, but he doesn’t know anything about his family (if they hate him, if they don’t speak of him at all) and so he prioritizes Allison and helping Anders with the mage rebellion.
Just had a huge boost of inspiration for a varric/hawke thing. Will probably make it a multi-fic! I’m back to writing my favorite Rarepair!
getting access to the dlc armor early keeps tejal looking nice (and doubles her armor points)
this is potentially the best and worst thing I have ever made!
Dragon Age Companions
Solas // Varric
I looked at the artbook for the last part of the game. I liked the concept of Josephine, such a .. Very different. It became interesting to do :)
One of my favorite scenes in DA2, solely because of varrics laugh
A preview from @levikra‘s giveaway fic, ModernAU!Hawebastian (is that the ship name, lord help me) featuring her Kiera Hawke! The gang’s all gathered and… there might be gossip forthcoming. ;)
“So, Anders,” Isabela laughed, running a hand through Merrill’s cropped hair. “Last day of residency! Does that mean you can officially treat my…”
“Is, I’m not a gynecologist, I’ve told you,” Anders looked between Merrill and Isabela, wincing, his voice a half-whine. “Besides, I didn’t think that would be much of a problem anymore.”
Merrill laughed, grinning widely at Anders. “Oh, I don’t know, it’s pretty easy to lose things, just last week…”
“Fasta vass,” Fenris looked up from his drink, glaring at them. “Is that really necessary?”
Varric chuckled, shaking his head and taking a swig of ale. “I’m with Broody here. Let’s leave the medical histories at the door.”
Kiera raised her glass, smiling at all of her friends, together again. It had been ages since they’d all found the same evening off, with Anders’s residency program and Fenris picking up evening security shifts . “Let’s toast Dr. Anders! Four years of medical school and another four of residency. We’re so proud of you!”
“The emergency room isn’t going to know what hit them,” Varric said, raising his own glass.
Wicked Grace night!
(from what I’ve heard of Sebastian and Fenris’ banters, they looked like they could team up and snicker… while someone is a sore loser, lol)
After finding out that Varric and Leske share the same. Voice actor I
developed a Head Canon between them. The head canon is that Varric and
Leske are cousins that never knew of each other because Varric’s family
was forced to leave to the surface and Leske’s became casteless.