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blondie-inky-esaldir · 1 year

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Chapter 5: Suspects

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'The Demons!'

'They're coming! Keep running!'

'Go...'

Solas’s eyes flattered open, a soft moan escaping passed his lips. He heard rustling sounds of chains to his side, before hearing Esaldir’s voice the next second.

“Solas!” The younger elf called out, worry coloring his tone. “Are you okay?”

Solas frowned, wondering about the dimness and where he was. Then his vision cleared and he realize he was in a dungeon of sorts, gawking at the sight of Esaldir behind bars. It would explain why the blond wasn’t hovering over, despite the obvious concern. Then, he finally noticed his hand feeling heavy than usual, and there was an odd mark on it. A glow of green hue emanating from it. It sparked briefly and Solas felt a pain course through it.

The surged passed, and as if outcry called awareness to his consciousness, the door in front of him opened, with a warrior entering the room, following by another right behind her.

Solas looked up at them as they circled the two elves, scrutinizing them. The elf returned their gazes just as warily.

“Tell me why we shouldn’t kill you now.” The warrior all but snarls, glaring at him heatedly.

The warrior went on to list of crimes and the other just leaves her to it. Solas noted that they were pinning the blame on him for some reason. In all this, he finds that Esaldir was bounded similar to how he was. He looked uninjured, but Solas was still concerned about his well being more than the fact that he was being questioned.

"What is that mark in your hand and does it have anything to do with the destruction at the Conclave or the hole in the sky?"

Solas ignored a question the red head directed to him, in favor of checking on his young companion. “Da’len, These Shems didn’t treat you harshly, did they?”

“What was that?!” It is plain that the warrior didn't appreciate being ignored. Her hand went for her sword, to punctuate further threats to the elf and to get him to take them seriously.

The other woman stopped her before she could even pull her sword out of its sheathe. "We need him, Cassandra!"

"Uh, Solas? Yeah, I'm not thrilled about this situation as much as you are." Esaldir made a placating gesture, much as he can with his hands bound, “But maybe try not to antagonize the suspicious humans that could kill us?”

Solas narrowed his eyes. “That didn’t answer the question.”

“And I would answer truthfully, but I also don’t want you literally asking for an early execution... I mean, go ahead, but maybe leave me out of it?” Esaldir joked.

“Da’len...”

“Yes hahren, they did,” Esaldir admitted at last, in resignation. “but the soldiers. Not these guys. Er, ladies.” He added in a rush. "It's okay! The, uh, commander I think? He told them to stop before they seriously tried to hurt me. Something about... Innocent until proven guilty. As it is, I just got slapped... But that's about it!"

Solas grumbled, his aura of magic flaring but then, the mysterious mark acted up again and the older elf cried out in pain, distracting him from the previous anger building up.

“We don’t have time for this,” The warrior huffed, even as she wasn’t ready to drop this interrogation. “Leliana, head to the Forward Camp. I’ll take the prisoner.”

Solas raised a brow, “Prisoner? Singular?” He scowled, “No, I’m not going anywhere unless he’s taken with us.”

“Seconded.”

"You do understand you're not in any place to make demands?" Cassandra scowled.

Solas didn't back down. "If you need me for something, which seems like the case, I would be more cooperative if I can ensure the safety of my companion."

"I won't make a fuss," Esaldir interjects quickly, "I also want to check on my friend, the elf who volunteered to go with Varric. Please? I mean, I get that you don't really trust us right now but what can we do? It's not like it would be wise to try running off with demons running around, in an attempt to escape. We at least recognize that at this side, there's still a way to talk things out... Just give us a chance to prove we're not the enemies here."

Solas stared at the elf. He knew him long enough to know that his default approach on things tended to be a tad zesty and sarcastic, but it appeared there was much more he could learn about him. As it is, it's his first time hearing him being the voice of reason.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Esaldir raised a brow at Solas, "I know I mouth off a lot, but I'm not completely impertinent."

Solas did his best not to smile in amusement; now wasn't the time for it after all. "I'm sure if you keep trying, you will truly prove that to me someday, da’len."

Esaldir looked fairly indignant.

Cassandra made a disgruntled noise with her throat. "Let us move; we've no time to waste."

The soldiers undid the clasps and locks bounding their ankles to the prison's floor, but for the moment, they left the ropes around their wrists. Solas and Esaldir exchanged a look before following the Cassandra out. When they stepped outside once more, they needed a moment because being in the darkness of the prison had them needing to readjust to the brightness outside.

When Solas looked to the sky, he sees the 'tear' in the sky that he heard about in Cassandra's ramblings when she had been throwing accusations at him. Solas could feel the energy all the way over it, how it was disturbing the veil, and he could feel the force of the fade. Even from this distance, he could see things falling from the sky. It wasn't entirely clear, but he knew they were demons breaking out.

He mourned the fate of the spirits forcefully taken out of their home, reducing them to demons, but there was a part of Solas that was also impressed with the sight.

"What is that?" Solas asked, marveling at the sight with apparent interest.

Esaldir nudged him a bit, "Don't look too excited; they might take it the wrong way... Not that they aren't already, but you know what I mean." he mumbled, "They started calling it the breach a while ago."

"The result of the explosion at the temple." Cassandra interjected, looking at them both. So far, she noted that they didn't seem like they were trying to escape. "It's a massive rift into the world of demons and it's not the only rift, just the largest one."

Esaldir frowned as he looked at it, "It seemed to be getting bigger, don't you think? That is... I don't remember it looking this big earlier." he shrugged, "Then again, I could've imagined it. Didn't get much of a good look, since I was focused on saving his ass."

"Hmm, if you're not imagining things though, I wager that this rift will only to continue spread. Unless something is done, worse case scenario, it may swallow the world."

Esaldir looked at Solas nervously, and side eyes on how Cassandra was looking at him. "Uh, no, he's just really knowledgeable!" He said, "He's not saying that because he did it, he's just really good at making assumptions. What do you call it... an Erudite?"

Before Solas could respond to that, pain coursed his arm once more and he crumbled to the ground. Esaldir crouched down next to him, alarmed and asking if he was okay, which was redundant. Cassandra crossed her arms.

"I suppose if he was as intelligent as you say, if he did cause this, he would find a way to do it without any expense on himself." The warrior noted, "Still, anyone can make mistakes."

Esaldir looked up at her, and glared. "You seriously think he still did this?" He asked, "And to himself?"

"Regardless of how it looks, it remains unseen whether you are offering your aid out of good will or a hidden agenda." Cassandra told them, "What we do know is that your mark grows, each time the Breach expands. It is killing you."

Solas grunted, "You do not need to tell me that, I can feel it myself." he said.

"No..." Esaldir grimaced, "There has to be a way to around it... Get rid of it, or something."

Solas nodded, not looking as helpless as you would expect for someone that may be dying. "Before that, we must figure out how to seal the breach." he said, "We will worry about this mark killing me later."

"Yeah, well, I'm worrying about it now." Esaldir grumbled, "I'm not all for getting fucking abandoned again for the third time in a row. You better live through this, old man."

Solas couldn't help the smile this time, "I assure you, I'm not that old."

"That's what you picked to dwell on? You're unbelievable."

Cassandra watched them carefully, and the more she started thinking that maybe they had nothing to do with this. Of course, this could be easily an act. She thought it best to reserve judgment until after the current problem was resolved. "Whether or not you live through this may not matter," she said. "It will all depend on how you would be judged later. After all, both of you are still our primary suspects."

"Seriously?" Esaldir glared at the woman once more, "You are making it harder to willingly cooperate, you know that?"

Solas looked at him, "I do not believe we are given the luxury to refuse at this point, Esaldir."

"I know, that's why I said 'willingly.'"

Cassandra made a same noise she did earlier, before taking a knife and removing their binds. "There will be a trial. I can promise no more."

"When this is over, I'm going to give you lessons on how to be nicer to people you're asking help from."

#Dragon Age: Inquisition #Solas #Cassandra Pentaghast #Leliana Nightingale #Esaldir

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enderevynne · 1 year

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OHMYGOD LELIANA IS CUTEST BEAN HOWWW

cold, closed-off, vicious spymaster Leliana that has all of Skyhold’s people, including Cullen’s men, nervous or terrified

is a rambling, stuttering, blushing, star-crossed-lovers-stories enthusiast, romantic CUTEST BEAN

this is going to make going back to Inquisition so fucking painful what the fuck happened my love who hurt you?? WHO???

#Dragon Age Origins #Leliana #Dragon Age Inquisition #Dragon Age #Leliana Nightingale #I mean Origins is dark as fuck so I know I'll find out soon enough and also Leliana gets softened in my dai playthrough #so I knew she had it in her but... NOT LIKE THAT OMG I NEVER EXPECTED HER TO BE SO PRECIOUS

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arbaughart · 1 year

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Women…..🥰

Warden (not Commander) Hela Surana & Leliana 💖

#dragon age #warden surana #leliana #leliana nightingale #warden x leliana #leliana x warden #leliana x surana #surana x leliana

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periwinkle-warden · 1 year

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Leliana: 'Tis I, the frenchiest bi

#dragon age #leliana nightingale

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zakuul-empress · 2 years

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thinking about that time i was playing dragon age origins and i got the convo with leliana where she’s like “oh i like how you do your hair”

it was really funny to me because my character at the time, had the same exact hairstyle as leliana. no wonder she liked it.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #leliana dragon age #leliana nightingale

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nevarrite · 2 years

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Leliana // Left Hand of the Divine

She has many names. Most know her as "Sister Leliana" or "the Nightingale." Some refuse to speak her name at all, referring to her only as the Left Hand of the Divine—the shadow behind the Sunburst Throne.

#leliana #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #leliana nightingale

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daraasum · 2 years

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a kiss on the back of the hand.

Alistair Theirin/Rowan Cousland

"You look beautiful tonight, Lady Cousland."

Bow, but not too deeply, and offer her your hand. When she takes it-

Wait, what if she doesn't take it?

Why wouldn't she, though? Don't worry about that. Just take her hand gently, lift it to your lips-

Oh, maybe put some balm on your lips first. Don't want to have chapped lips. Anyway-

"Maker's breath, what are you doing?"

Alistair yelped, scrambling to appear casual before practically mashing the front of his body against the tree that had been standing in for the part of Rowan. "Damn it all, Leliana, can't a man take a piss in peace?!"

"If it's taking you this long to relieve yourself, you might need to see a healer about that." Leliana giggled in her infuriating, knowing, way. "But not Wynne. She doesn't deserve such an indignity."

"I'll keep that in mind." Alistair said tersely. "Now go away."

"Not until you tell me what you're doing." Leliana said in sing-song before an acorn bounced off of the back of Alistair's head. "Before I go tell everyone that you've fallen desperately in love with a tree."

Alistair groaned and let his chin fall into his chest. "Don't laugh. Or don't laugh too much."

"No promises." Leliana perched on a mossy log nearby with an expectant grin.

Alistair took a deep breath. "I was... practicing." When Leliana only tilted her head and motioned for him to continue, Alistair let the held breath out in a heavy whoosh. "That Bann Teagan, he kissed Rowan's hand. I've never done that and it's not fair, and I was practicing how I'm going to do it. Happy?"

Leliana giggled. "The effort is admirable, but I fear you may be overcomplicating things."

"You are going to forget you ever saw or heard anything." Alistair scowled, flopping himself down on the log besides Leliana. "So what do you suggest?"

"Dear Alistair, I have been waiting so long for you to ask!" Leliana's grin grew tenfold and her feet tapped an excited pattern on the grass. "First, next time we reach a town, we will need to do some shopping-"

"Maker preserve me," Alistair muttered under his breath.

#alistair theirin #leliana nightingale #Alistair x Cousland #Rowan Cousland #prompt fill #Kathleen Writes

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inqvisitor · 3 years

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cullen, josephine, and leliana throuple though

#this is half a joke #cullen rutherford #josephine montilyet #leliana #leliana nightingale #dragon age inquisition #dragon age: inquisition #da:i #dragon age #they're just such good besties #and leliana talking about how much she didn't realize she'd miss them until she wasn't right beside them

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leoisanaries · 3 years

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Trauma that you used religion to cope with and religious trauma are two different things but boy howdy don’t the Hands of the Divine wear them both so well

#dragon age: inquisition #dragon age #I’m in a mood #leliana nightingale #cassandra pentaghast #I got like a normal amount of sleep last night and I’m not used to it so my brain is like ‘here is every thought on earth’

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hedonist-aesthete · 3 years

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please ignore the terrible camera quality, I tried.

Inspired by a lovely conversation with Leliana that immediately led into a very awkward conversation because someone (me) can't read social cues.

#oc: gil #leliana nightingale #dragon age origins #i THOUGHT we were FRIENDS 😭#sketch #19:32

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frustrated-writer-skyeknight · 3 years

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War table meeting

Cullen sighed as he continued to reread a report regarding Red Templars at the storm coast that needs addressing. In truth, however, he had already reviewed the document front and back, possibly even discuss it without notes to read from.

But as it were, Josephine and Leliana were discussing matters regarding the Winter Palace and their favorite topic of the 'game.' He figured to attempt appearing occupied, so as to delay them pulling him into it. He was certain he was going to drag him into it when the start the meeting once the Inquisitor arrives.

And did the commander wish the elf would arrive, which explained why he was looking expectantly to the door more so than the other two. Mahanon's caravan from the Hinterlands half an hour ago. Much as they wanted to let him get a longer rest, there are certain things that need addressing before it piles up with more matters to deal with later. They gave him thirty minutes for a quick down time. Cullen had to resist seeking him out, because he didn't want to distract the elf.

The elf wouldn't mind the distraction if it was in the form of his lover, but Cullen did want Mahanon to get the rest he needs and deserve.

All three heads raised when they heard the sound of doors opening, followed by a tired yawn before the Inquisitor smiled at them, a lazy arm raised in greeting.

"Inquisitor, we were—"

"Eagerly awaiting your presence." Leliana interjected, and with a playful tone, she added. "Some of us, more than others."

The commander turned to her, looking defensive. "I wasn't—"

"Aw, so you mean to say you didn't miss me like I missed you?" Mahanon feigned hurt, crossing his arms. "After all, I've been gone scouting the Hinterlands for days..."

"I, I mean, I was..." Cullen quickly back tracked, in alarm. "That is, I did. It's just..." He frowned when the elf's expression broke into one of amusement as he laughed, and realized he was being messed with.

Before he could make a disapproving comment, Mahanon came over to give him a brief kiss on the cheek. The Commander's ear turned pink, whilst the two women in the room observed the two as the would nobles for the 'Game' they found amusement in. Cullen grunted, trying to will away his blush while maintaining eye contact with the Inquisitor. With Mahanon smiling at him in such a mischievous way, it was a hard feat to accomplish.

"Moving forward," The ambassador of the group interjects, seemingly having mercy on the commander. Although knowing her own penchant for gossip, Cullen didn't trust. "Now that we are all present, let us begin." The ambassador smiled, and by the looking she was making, the blond started to inexplicably dread the next words to come out of her mouth. "I have requests for information on your lineage from a few..." Josephine paused, considering a tactful term. A smirking was playing on her lips betraying her amusement in what she attempted pass on as a professional report. "... 'Interested' parties at the Winter palace."

Cullen scrunched up his nose, "Andraste preserve me!" The elf didn't even attempt to stop his snickering. The commander threw him a dirty look before addressing the ambassador. "Feel free to use those 'requests' as kindling.

"No," Leliana refutes, smiling mischievously. "I shall take them. I want to know who pines for our commander. We can use this to our advantage."

Cullen was too indignant to notice Mahanon's own expression of distaste regarding the notion. "I'm not bait!"

"Hush." The Spy master hummed a sound between a giggle and playfully sing-song. "Just look pretty."

Seeing the opportune moment to tease the commander, Mahanon let his grimace fall and shift to a grin towards the blond even as he was addressing Leliana in his next remark. "He is pretty though, 'looking' the part comes naturally." he said in a disguised lazy drawl, with a husky undertone of suggestive nature. "but I suppose that would be considered a bias opinion coming from me."

"We..." Cullen swallowed thickly, frowning into an almost pout as he tried not to pout petulantly at the Inquisitor. "We have work to do." He insisted, shaking his head.

Leliana chuckled. "Of course." She said. "Need to get this all settled, sooner the better, so the Inquisitior could get a longer, much needed rest."

"Preferably with a companion," Mahanon grinned, "assuming he isn't busy."

Cullen released a breath once more. "Andraste Preserve me..."

#Dragon Age: Inquisition #Mahanon Lavellan #Cullen Rutherford #Leliana Nightingale #Josephine Montilyet

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