She’s probably looking at Solas lol 😂
My lovely @redreart you did such a fantastic job of drawing Elethara, this is absolutely perfect! ☺️ I always love working with you and would encourage anyone else to do so if they’re thinking about wanting an art commission! 💖💖💖
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Those We Leave Behind
Whumptober No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”
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Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisiton
POV Character: Female Lavellan
Whumpee: Lavellan
The loss of one's entire clan is an impossible thing to process.
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"I'm sorry, Inquisitor. There's nothing we could do."
Cullen's words reached her ears distant, like a bubble of glass had grown around her head. The report in her hand was only held in place by the shape of her fingers; all strength had left her grasp. Lavellan's eyes traced the words but they blurred together when they reached her mind. The vague awareness of the Commander's footsteps leaving the War Room hovered in the corner of her consciousness until the door closed and silence joined the emptiness in her chest.
She was still standing, swaying unsteadily in place. Her lungs heaved with shaken, shallow breaths and her sinuses tingled like tears were fighting to rise only to be quelled with each wave. She knew these things. She could feel them. But the feeling was dreamlike; not her own. Her eyes would not focus, her hands would not still, her legs only carried her by merit of stillness.
"Ma vhenan?" Solas. Was he here, or was her mind simply conjuring voices to fill the silence? "Commander Cullen told me you may need-.."
He trailed off into silence. Miriel could feel his eyes upon her, likely sizing up her pitiful state. Her failure. She wanted to move; to fake a smile and assure him she was fine, but she could only remain still and silent as he moved close, eyeing the letter in her hand. "...I see."
He reached to gently pluck it from her hands, one arm around her waist, and that seemed enough for her useless legs to decide they were no longer needed. With little more than a short gasp she buckled, limp and numb even as he caught her deftly -- the letter fluttering to the ground, discarded in favour of her.
Solas would carry her, usually, when her legs would not. Today, he lowered her slowly to the ground, kneeling with her and allowing her dead weight to rest against his chest. Her hand was limply in his, vaguely aware of a soothing thumb brushing her knuckles in slow patterns. His heartbeat pattered in her ear. She wanted to close her eyes; to drown in that sound as she so often did, but her body would not comply. "It is a terrible thing. I am sorry."
She had never heard his voice so hushed. He shifted, moving to kneel in front of her and take her other hand, and the emptiness in her wide eyes must have been tangible, for his face seemed to soften beyond anything she knew him capable of, like her pain had wounded him personally. Still, it gave her enough to cling to. Her eyes lifted to his, seeking solace that never came; some silent part of her begging him to do something -- to go get Cole, make her forget this before it truly touched her. Already the sight of another elf was bringing memory after memory to the surface; images of her Keeper's kind eyes, of her sister gathering flowers for a crown, of the Hahren telling tales by camplight...
The barest hiccup of a sob tore itself free of the cage her throat had kept it in, and once that cage was open the flood that followed tore it apart. Awareness beat at her from every angle, breaking through the glass and tearing at her skin, her bones, her heart until there was no breath left, and still the pain continued. Solas bundled her quickly against him, engulfing her slight frame with his own as if he could protect her from the pain. The air had left her lungs entirely but the sobbing, shouting cries forced themselves out to be caught by his robes, muffled and choked while Solas hushed her softly. She felt like porcelain in his arms; a child's doll ready to be snapped in twain. She felt like the child, lost in woodland with no sign of home.
When her sobbing died to the sniffles and whimpers of that child, Solas scooped her into his arms at last, carrying her in silence out of the War Room and towards her bedroom. She could feel the eyes upon her; pitying or concerned, and she only curled tighter into him as a response, convincing herself she was hidden so long as she could not see them. When he rested her on her bed, she was unable to will her limbs to move again; simply remaining in the position she landed in until Solas shifted her into a more comfortable position and wrapped her in warm blankets. Oh, she had been shivering, she supposed.
"I have nothing," she whispered, her voice hoarse and slight. "They're all gone. My home..."
Solas' weight dipped the bed beside her, his hand on her shoulder. "The pain will fade, in time. I wish there was more I could offer."
"Stay with me."
"Of course."
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