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The Greenhouse 🌱
- Juniper has always strived to be a bringer of life instead of her gifted magic of destruction.
Ft. @haverdoodles Te’lise showing Juniper her healing garden and Juniper being absolutely ecstatic about it.
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The Healer
— (Te’lise Lavellan)
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Time for my annual Te’lise portrait!
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‘Kind eyes, gentle words, healing hands. Everything about her screams “safe haven”’, Varric thought, watching the snow-haired elf carefully pluck a stalk of Elfroot from the earth at her feet.
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@haverdoodles creates the most wonderful stories with her whole team of Dragon Age OCs, & I wanted to make her something to let her know how much of an amazing friend she’s been. 💖 💖 💖
From left to right: Te’lise Lavellan (one of Hava’s OCs), Merrill (you know who Merrill is), & my Inquisitor, Visériel Lavellan.
And since they turned out so cute, I made Merrill & Visériel available individually on RedBubble & together on Ko-fi. 🥰
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Medic
— (Te'lise, Caerwyn, Krem ft. Alifalon & Alhannon)
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"Cremisius Aclassi!" Te'lise barked, aghast. "You are in the middle of a battlefield with an ARROW buried in your gut and you have the nerve to make death jokes?!"
Krem released a breathy laugh.
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[I have plans to extend this story excerpt in the future, so stay tuned]
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OC Page! Ellana, Te’lise, Thanuil, Aethara, Gloria, Hawke & Mannon :) 🌿
The Heroes of Ferelden, everybody!
Sten :) I love Sten
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Another sketch dump!! I’m having a lot of trouble completing personal pieces recently (all of my energy goes into my commission waitlist lol) but these sketches are fun to do in the meantime :) 🌿
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All Good Things
— (Solas & Te’lise)
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She was a ghost, and he loved her still.
All good things must end.
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Suffered through the Crestwood Scene for some beautiful screenshots, gained inspiration from the resulting melancholy, and conjured this 🥲 the power grief holds …
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Sanctuary
— (Caerwyn & Te’lise)
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TW// brief descriptions of treating wounds.
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It was a quiet afternoon in Skyhold’s Apothecary.
The room was alight with the sun’s glow, turning the specks of dust floating past the windows into glittering gold. Te’lise might have admired it, as she admired all simple beauties in the world, had her attention not been so entirely focused on the comatose man currently lying in her bed.
His arrival the night before had been frightening and unexpected, heralded by a pounding at the door that had Te’lise lurching out of bed before her brain had even fully awakened. Bewildered, she had allowed a somber procession of ten Inquisition soldiers to come streaming in, at the front of which her patient was swaddled in a blanket and being gently carried. It hadn’t taken her long to snap out of her daze and into her Healer’s mindset, and she had ordered him to be set down on the heavy oak table in the middle of the room.
What followed was a long, exhausting, stressful night of trying to keep her patient alive. His right hand had recently been amputated after a battle wound had infected it beyond saving, according to one of his comrades, who had been filling her in as she rushed to and fro gathering armfuls of medicinal herbs and supplies. It seemed that the infection had now made a nasty reappearance, throwing his body into a state of sepsis. One of his comrades had found him lying unconscious outside of his tent, and they had immediately rushed him to her.
His name was Captain Caerwyn of Regiment Six, according to his worried companions. If he has a surname, they had no knowledge of it. According to them, he was a fine leader and an even finer gentleman, as well as their friend. It had taken much soothing on her part to convince them to leave her to work. It was clear that they cared a great deal for him, providing only further incentive for her to succeed.
Te’lise had spent the next four hours stabilizing Caerwyn’s condition. She had rubbed Royal Elfroot essence into the skin above his lymph nodes to reduce inflammation, applied cooling compresses to his forehead, neck, and torso, and placed a bowl of steaming water infused with Embrium extract nearby to clear his airways. Simultaneously, she had worked tirelessly at undressing his bandages, painstakingly cleaning out the infected mess that was his amputated arm, removing the necrotic flesh, sewing up the exposed tissue, and finally lathering the angry red skin with a soothing Elfroot salve. By the time one of the soldiers had managed to return with one of the free mages assigned to the Healing Ward, Te’lise had Caerwyn’s wounds cleaned and wrapped with fresh bandages. The mage was able to remove the infection in his blood after that, and he was successfully brought back from the brink of death.
Te’lise had proceeded to stay up at his bedside for the rest of the night and long into the morning, doing everything in her power to bring down his raging fever.
Presently, Te’lise sighed tiredly as she poured a fresh pitcher of water into the wooden bowl she had been using to wet cloths for his burning skin. Her eyes ached, her hands were shaking, and she had a headache that profoundly soured any bright mood she might have had on such a beautiful afternoon.
“Sylaise, preserve me,” she whispered into the silence of the room. “Falon’Din, have mercy. Let me save this man.”
A faint rustling came from the bed. Following it was a hoarsely whispered, “Is this the Beyond?”
Startled, Te’lise nearly upset the full bowl in front of her. She whirled and stopped short as her eyes met those of the wounded man in her bed.
“Oh!” She gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth.
The Captain blinked at her wearily, then slid his gaze around the Apothecary, taking in its cluttered interior with a hazy awareness. “Where…”
The sound of his voice snapped her out of her shock. “Hush, Serah, you must save your strength.” She hurried across the room to the tall shelf housing rows upon rows of vials of varying shapes and sizes, and selected one that she knew contained a healing tonic. “How are you feeling? Still feverish? Wait – do not answer that. Oh dear, you still seem so flushed… a cooling tonic too, then, perhaps…”
Te’lise shuffled over to the bed with an armful of vials and carefully placed them on the wooden stool beside the bed. When she glanced up, Caerwyn was watching her with the most peculiar expression. She felt herself flush, and offered a sheepish smile.
“Where am I?” He whispered hoarsely, observing as she worked at removing the stoppers of the vials.
“Well, certainly not in the Beyond,” Te’lise said warmly. “You are in Skyhold’s Apothecary. Your companions brought you in last night, when you were in critical condition.”
“Am I to presume… that you healed me?”
“I helped in healing you,” she acknowledged, raising the vial to his lips, “But I cannot solely claim credit for your recovery.”
“And yet you are the one who remains. For that, I am grateful.” He whispered, accepting the few mouthfuls of potion. Te’lise started at his words, and watched in surprise as the skin around his eyes crinkled in a faint imitation of a smile.
She took the vial from him and set it aside, searching his face. “How do you feel, Captain Caerwyn? Is the pain troubling you?”
“What I feel now is a blessing compared to the agony I endured before,” he assured her. “It is only—“
Caerwyn lifted his right arm and stopped abruptly, his face whitening. Te’lise followed his gaze to his amputated limb.
“Your hand had to be removed in order to stave off mortal infection,” she reminded him gently. “According to the Surgeon, it was the only way to save your life at the time.”
“I had forgotten.” He said.
There was terrible bleakness in his voice that squeezed at her heart. Without thinking, Te’lise reached out and gently placed a hand upon his shoulder. He stared down at it, then up at her with the expression of a man who was lost, and did not know how to find his way.
“What troubles you, Serah?” She asked him gently. Te’lise knew what troubled him, of course – she only wanted him to say the words.
Caerwyn exhaled, bitterly tossing his head back against the pillows. “What doesn’t? I am a soldier, a Captain in the Inquisition. I am to rally forces and lead warriors into battle under the Inquisitor’s banner. How am I to do this now that I am – I am –” He grimaced and turned his face away, but not before Te’lise caught a glimpse of the silver lining his dark lashes.
Te’lise watched him quietly for a moment, allowing him the time to compose himself. He was a strong, handsome man, she observed, and there was a gentleness in his face and demeanour that contrasted fascinatingly with his warrior’s physique.
‘What an interesting, beautiful person,’ she thought to herself, and began to speak.
“Did you know that I live with a chronic illness?” She said, and smiled when he looked over at her with a muted flash of surprise. “Indeed. It is a bit ironic, no? A sick Healer? I am also a mage, though most are never able to guess. This is because the illness that I live with prevents me from using magic extensively, for that would require more stamina and endurance than I physically possess. To do so harms me more than it helps.”
“But… is there not magic to…?” He asked tentatively.
“Perhaps there is,” Te’lise acknowledged. “But I have not encountered it in my lifetime. Perhaps I never will. Until recently, I had spent so long dreaming of a day when I could be cured. When I could be ‘whole’. That is how you feel now, isn’t it? You think yourself to be incomplete, because when mere days ago you had two hands, now you have only the one.”
“Yes,” Caerwyn whispered. “I cannot help it.”
“You are not incomplete because you are one-handed, Caerwyn,” Te’lise told him softly. “Just as I am not incomplete because I am ill. Someone wise once told me, ‘A tree does not derive its strength from its branches, but from its roots.’” She squeezed his shoulder gently, and whispered, “And now, just as a man does not derive his strength from his hands, but from his heart.”
She smiled at him as his eyes widened, patting the coverlet with her hand. “Your life will be a little different now, but it is far from over. Should you find the will to do it, you can ensure that your life is as rich and full as any other man’s, even one-handed. You are still capable of love, laughter, and thought. The sun is still shining, and the tall grasses still dancing in the wind. Shall we not enjoy these precious things while we can, instead of lamenting over what might have been?”
“You are wise, Healer,” he finally breathed, his jewelled eyes dancing across her face. “When but mere moments ago I was troubled, I now feel soothed. Can you heal with your words as well as your hands?”
Te’lise tipped her head back and laughed. “I used no magic here, Captain, only sound advice bestowed upon me by another.”
“Such modesty,” he said softly, and there was a tender, inquisitive note in his voice that made her face feel oddly warm. “Moments ago, you called me by my given name. ‘Caerwyn.’”
Te’lise blanched. “Ir abelas… that was entirely improper of me–“
“I took no offence to it, Healer,” he assured her, his eyes crinkling in a smile. “I only wanted to know your name in return.”
Te’lise lowered her gaze to the flowery coverlet, brushing a freckled hand over its surface. “My name is Te’lise,” she said softly. “Once, Te’lise Lavellan.”
“Te’lise,” he whispered, and suddenly her vision was filled by leaves dancing in the wind, and the sun’s glow as it bathed the sloping valleys of Alhan’amelan in golden light, the echoes of long-faded laughter caressing her face and falling away.
“I owe you my life,” Caerwyn said now, his eyes searching her face. “And now, I find myself thinking that I could not find a finer soul to owe my thanks to.”
Te’lise flushed and withdrew her hand, suddenly finding it difficult to meet his gaze. “You are very generous in your praise, Serah.”
Caerwyn cleared his throat. “I apologize. Normally I am not this… ah. Well. ‘Generous in my praise,’ as you put it.”
“Perhaps the medicine has loosened your tongue,” Te’lise said cheekily, and the two of them exchanged tentative smiles.
The months since Solas had left her shattered and bare in Crestwood had all but destroyed her, and her heart was only beginning to mend. But as Te’lise sat at her own bedside now, watching over the wounded man with gentle, jewelled eyes, she felt a knot in her heart hesitantly loosen, and a tender leaf on a barren branch began to unfurl.
In that moment, the world no longer felt as unbearable, and the realization made her smile.
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New oc :) 👀 the piece features Caerwyn’s pet wolves in the background, Alifalon and Alhannon. I hope to draw more of them soon!
#caer’lise#te’lise lavellan#captain caerwyn#alifalon & alhannon#haverdoodles#art#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age 2#dragon age inquisition#haverdoodles oc#digital art#quite proud of this one!
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Within The Safety of Your Arms
— (Solas & Te’lise)
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What could have been.
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Deviating from tradition, Clan Lavellan doesn’t use wedding rings to symbolize matrimony. Instead, the wedded couple exchange cuff bracelets to wear. The males wear them on the left wrist, females on the right.
Since Solas isn’t a member of the Clan, and doesn’t want to appropriate their traditions, he would most likely choose a ring to wear as a symbol of their union :)
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Refuge
— (Solas & Te’lise)
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She chased the dark away.
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Idle Observers
— (Solas & Te’lise)
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What are they looking at? Wrong answers only! 👀
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Belated Kiss
— (Caerwyn & Te’lise)
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Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!! 🌸🌿🍓💞 this takes place at some point during the future :D
#caer’lise#captain caerwyn#te’lise lavellan#happy valentine's day#be my valentine uwu#haverdoodles#haverdoodles oc#art#dragon age#couple sketches
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Meeting Again
— (Solas & Te’lise)
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(repost, I wanted to touch up this piece)
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“I don’t understand.” Befuddled, she stepped closer, squinting into the ruby eyes of his mask as if she could attempt to see through it, to finally catch a glimpse of the face underneath. “Every year, on the night of the Solstice, you visit me. You seem to know a great deal about me, and yet I know nothing of you. Why do you come here?”
The stranger in the wolf mask tipped his chin down as she stopped mere inches from his chest. Though she could not see his gaze, Te’lise could feel it burning through her in its intensity. Every time he visited he would stare and stare, drinking in her image with a strange sort of urgency, as though he feared that she would disappear if he looked away for even a moment. His behaviour confused her, infuriated her, delighted her. Te’lise fought the urge to shrink back and instead straightened her posture as best she could, lifting her chin in subtle defiance.
“Do you remember me?” He asked, blatantly avoiding her question. That phrase again, the one he asked her every year on this night. His voice was exactly as she remembered it, smooth and low and possessed by a faintly playful lilt.
“I do not,” she responded, as she always did. How could he possibly expect anything different?
Te’lise could have sworn his lips twitched. Was he – smiling? “Then I suppose you will have to contend with my presence again, next year.”
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Sketch Dump !! 🌿✨💫
— cw for partial male nudity in the last piece.
Cullen and Ellana’s future kids! I’m so happy that I finally have designs for them, though they may change in the future. They are currently nameless 🤔
Winded (Varric & Hawke) mostly just an excuse to draw a sweaty Hawke with her guns out 😌
Smoochies! (Cullen & Ellana) chibi practice :)
Disaster Strikes! (Thanuil, Te’lise, Ellana) what could they be looking at? I’d love to hear suggestions! 🫶
Photo Taken Moments Before Disaster (Deimos) I shoved my evil goth son into an outfit that was trending on art twitter recently! People died (literally) 💀
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Before The Band Stops Playing
— (Solas & Te’lise)
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I repainted this piece from a while ago and added more to the story! I hope you enjoy :)
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The soft steps of bare feet against polished stone alerted Solas to her presence. He pushed himself off of the wall of the balcony and turned to greet her, his heart squeezing near-painfully in his chest as her face lit up when she saw him. He did not deserve such an expression from her.
“You did well tonight,” he said by way of greeting, extending a gloved hand in her direction. “None of this would have been possible without you.”
Te’lise smiled. She looked exhausted, and her thin hand trembled slightly as it slid into his, but he was thankful to note that she didn’t possess the sickly pallor that usually accompanied an episode of her illness. It was regular tiredness, nothing more.
“I may have been helpful, but I am quite content to never sneak around as a servant in the lion’s den ever again.” Te’lise sighed out, drawing a chuckle from him.
Her’s had been a high-risk position, one that she wouldn’t have even been able to take had she not insisted so passionately that she help the mission in some way. While the Inquisitor twirled with snakes and sharks in the glittering ballroom, she was scurrying about all over the palace, gathering information that would be useful to the cause.
“Ma serannas,” she spoke up shyly, drawing him from his own musings. “I owe you my thanks, don’t I? You were looking out for me tonight.”
Solas had been, but he was pleasantly surprised that she noticed. He had taken great pains to subtly subvert any unwanted attention from the silver-haired serving girl darting in and out of palace rooms, whether it be by simply sparking conversation - or by twirling his fingers behind his back in deadly incantations, ensuring that whoever was pursuing her wouldn’t be able to anymore.
“I need no thank you for doing my duty,” Solas said, though the statement was far nobler than he felt. He grew distracted by the way her fine hair fell around her freckled shoulders in waterfalls, the deep blue ribbon weaved in her Life-Braid fluttering in the gentle evening breeze, and the softness of her limpid green eyes as they watched him.
Suddenly possessed by an odd sort of desperation, he weaved his fingers through hers and said, “Te’lise. Before the band stops playing, dance with me.”
She blinked up at him, agape for a moment. “I don’t - I mean, I’ve never… danced before,” she said timidly. “I don’t know how.”
“Nonsense,” Solas smiled, stepping closer. He slid his free hand around to rest politely across her upper back, heart giving another near-painful twinge as her cheeks pinked under his touch. “Here, step up on my feet.”
That startled a giggle from her. “What, like a child?”
“No,” he said, “For guidance. You are tired, are you not? Simply hold on and I will lead the way.”
While she had been hesitant before, there was no hint of nerves on her face as she did as he bid, stepping up onto his boots and leaning against his chest. She glanced up and raised a silver brow. “Now what?”
“Now,” he grinned, “We dance.”
Te’lise began to laugh as they twirled, the sound twinkling brightly around the balcony like silver bells. Solas couldn’t help but watch her, engraving the picture in his memory like the enraptured fool that he was. Why? Why did she have to be so beautiful?
‘You will regret this,’ his mind whispered urgently, and yet somehow he didn’t. ‘You should let her go.’ Solas pulled her closer. ‘Let her go.’ His grip on her hand tightened.
“If you let me go now, I will collapse into an embarrassing heap!” Te’lise exclaimed suddenly, and for a brief terrifying moment he thought that she could somehow hear his thoughts. But no, she remained blissfully unaware of his internal struggle, staring up into his eyes with a smile that radiated life and laughter - a precious expression so rarely displayed. “Don’t you dare let me go, Solas!”
If only she knew. Solas leaned closer – heart aching, body yearning. ‘You are making a mistake. This cannot last.’
And yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing so,” Was what he finally managed to say, his voice heavy with the defeated tone of a man wholeheartedly succumbing to his demons. “Hold on tight!”
Te’lise released a startled yelp that quickly dissolved into vocal joy as he twirled her around the balcony in wide arcs, her silver servants’ dress sweeping across the polished floor. He watched tenderly as the stars danced in her eyes, and Solas allowed himself to forget everything in the outside world, if only for a little while.
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Longing
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The Wolf and the Dove.
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My sweet Te’lise 🥺🤲🌿✨ so gentle and kind, always.
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Home
— (Solas & Te’lise)
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Solas couldn’t help but smile as thin arms slid up and around his torso, capturing him in a gentle embrace.
“Hello,” he said amusedly.
“Hello,” Te’lise whispered back. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, and she buried her face shyly in his shoulder. “I’m sorry. You just seemed so cozy, sitting here. I couldn’t resist.”
“Is that so?” Solas set down his book. Slyly, he said, “You cannot reach me properly from that angle. Shall I assist you?”
Te’lise pulled back enough to glance at him curiously. Before she could react, Solas twisted around and pulled her fully into her arms, grinning as she yelped in surprise.
Te’lise began to laugh, wrapping her arms around his waist, and Solas buried his face in her hair – partly because of the familiarity of the action, and partly so that she wouldn’t see the lovesick expression on his face.
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