#ashann

Winter Palace - Ashann Lavellan

from these prompts

Relocating to Tevinter had been a struggle for Ashann. Initially, he didn’t want to leave Skyhold - he couldn’t bring himself to abandon the Inquisition. But he knew they would remain strong with or without his physical presence, and so agreed to leave with his love. He did enjoy Tevinter on the whole - the weather was beautiful, the fashion was superb, and the gossip was vicious. Though, he never quite got used to the assassination attempts. 

More than once, Dorian came home having been in a scuffle. No matter how many times Ash accompanied him, he couldn’t always be there. He couldn’t always protect him. So when Dorian stumbled through the door of their villa, bloodied and bruised, Ash dropped his wine glass to the floor. It shattered on the painted tiles, and he cursed himself in Dorian’s stead for wasting a fine red on the floor.

“You look like hell.” Ash breathed, catching Dorian in his arms. His hair was mussed and his nose was bleeding, but he would be alright.

“Yes, I seem to have ruined these robes.” Ash paused a moment, observing the destruction of his outfit. The tail of the sash that wrapped around Dorian’s waist was torn, and the hem of his robe was singed and dirty. Drops of blood trickled down his face and sank into the white silk, ruining the material. “No matter. I’ll just have to find another, won’t I?”

“Of course, love. Now, who do I need to kill this time?” Ash chuckled, not caring for subtlety. He reached into the chest near the door where he stored the bandages. He sat Dorian down at the table and began to clean him up, gently washing his face and neck of blood and grime.

“I seriously doubt you could assassinate the entire Magisterium, amatus, even with your skills.” Dorian, snarky as ever, reclined in the chair holding a cloth under his bleeding nose to try and stem the flow. 

“Maybe not, but I could… I don’t know. Something.” Ash grimaced as he uncovered a deep purple bruise on Dorian’s cheek. He tried not to touch it, but it was so tender that Dorian whined as he brushed against it. Ash apologized profusely, pulling back to wash off the cloth.

“This is the price of progress, amatus. I’d gladly suffer a bloody nose for the future of my country. For our future.” Dorian loved to wax poetic when Ash was paying exclusive attention to him. 

“Now, Magister Pavus, what would people think? A mage from Tevinter and a Dalish Elf? Maker forbid. I think I may faint!” Ash teased, imitating a familiar nosy noble.

“Ah. We truly are meant to be- It’s too unlikely!” Chuckling, Dorian planted a gentle kiss on Ash’s forehead. “Thank you, amatus. It will get better.”

P A R I A H

A little thing for Ashann too, I guess this is a series now? Whoops :p

2. Post a line of dialogue from your OC.

Velahris - “I am afraid - it’s in my nature. I will always be afraid. Of the unknown, of myself. But I am not afraid of you.”

Ashann - “I do love Orlesian culture. The pretentious masks, hypocrisy, and desperate power-grabbing are just awe-inspiring. Don’t you agree?”

Mithari - “My place is not with the Dalish. They are not my people, and they never have been. The Inquisition are my people - I won’t see their lives squandered by your political games.”

Nehriel - “Don’t talk to me like I’m a foreigner. Tevinter is my home, too. But you never even thought to ask. We elves are invisible, are we not? Who would notice one little knife-eared slave girl scrubbing the cobbles in Minrathous?”

Teya - “This whole ‘saving the world’ thing? It’s not my main gig. I’ve got a nice comfortable life lined up in Orlais once this is all over. I’d like it if you could join me.”

Cassia - “Oh, can we, can we, can we? It’s been so long since I’ve seen a real joust! Oh, please, Josie! I’ll do anything you want! Even have tea with more Orlesians!”

I hope this is sufficient!

One for my favorite dude using the template by @slothssassin !

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Role: Inquisitor

Class: Rogue / Ranged

Specialisation: Artificer

Basics

Full Name: Ashann Lavellan

Nickname(s): Ash, Loverboy

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay

Occupation and Titles: Inquisitor

Birthday: 9 Wintermarch, 9:15 Dragon(26 years old at the Conclave)

Physical Description: 6′ tall, very slim build with mostly lean muscle, dark brown hair, blue-green eyes, light skin with warm, pinkish undertones. Dark, mild blue vallaslin(simplified Mythal design).

Clothing Style: Practical cotton or linen shirts and cropped pants, armor, Dalish leathers and no shoes. He dresses in mostly darker, natural tones, with an occasional splash of red, yellow or purple.

Background

Born into Clan Lavellan, Ashann was a happy child. He quickly became a skilled hunter and protector, defending the clan from numerous threats. His life was relatively uneventful before the Conclave, except for some strife during his teenage years as he struggled to accept his sexuality. 

Ash took the shock of his new role better than expected. He melded well with the humans, and quickly befriended the entire Inquisition. Before long, he was well-loved, respected, and had a reputation for wit, charm and generosity. 

This unending good attitude was taxing on him, though. He turned to Josephine to help him keep his façade up, and took quite a few lessons(more than he’d like to admit) from her on diplomacy and court etiquette before heading to the Winter Palace, where he promptly charmed the entire Orlesian court into submission.

During this time, he’d begun a relationship with Dorian. He was hesitant at first - not because Dorian was a mage, or from Tevinter, but because he didn’t hope for more. He never thought he could have an actual loving relationship, rather than just a one-night fling. As time went on, Ash started to have deeper feelings for Dorian. It frightened him at first - he’d never felt as strong a connection to anyone else. But with Dorian, well... Everything else, the entire world, melted away. It was just them.

So, their relationship gradually became more serious, exclusive, and much more sappy and romantic. Needless to say, they are a power couple for the ages. They defeated Corypheus together, how could they not be.

As the Exalted Council drew to a close, Ashann chose to disband the Inquisition and keep fighting behind the scenes. There were more pressing matters to attend to in his life and mind, which required some amount of subterfuge and secrecy. 

Chief among them is Dorian’s endeavor to reform the magisterium and by extent, the Imperium itself. Ashann thought this an important endeavor, and while he can’t stay with Dorian in Minrathous, he occasionally visits(traveling from his estate in Kirkwall). He enjoys a mostly quiet life, managing a large network of spies, smugglers and informants while he sips on expensive wine and continues to scandalize high society with his pointy ears and illustrious presence. He wouldn’t miss his favorite pastime for anything.

Combat & Skills

Preferred Fighting Style: He usually fights from a distance with his bow, preferring to get to high ground and strike and kill enemies before they even know what hit them.

Favorite Weapon: His bow, but he can pick up a sword if needed.

Magical Abilities: None, other than the Anchor.

Special Skills: His ridiculous charm. 

Relationships

Family: Clan Lavellan. His parents, obviously. He has a younger sister, Siona, that he keeps in regular contact with and whom eventually comes to live with him, and maintain his estate while he’s visiting Dorian.

Love Interest: Dorian!

Best Friends: Dorian, Varric, Josephine, Vivienne, Iron Bull, Solas

Personality

Positive Traits: Charming, Persistent, Dedicated

Negative Traits: Anxious, with Crippling Self-Doubt and Self-Hatred

Likes: Sipping wine in the tavern, the market at Val Royeaux, the concept of facial hair.

Dislikes: Bad manners, Orlesians, people assuming he’s like other elves

Fears: Rejection, Hopeless Love, Being Vulnerable

Guilty Pleasure: Sleeping in

from these prompts - send for my pairings! Vel x Varric, Ash x Dorian, Ari x Bull, Nehri x Solas, Teya x Sera, and Cassia x Blackwall!

Tevinter was humid in the summer. Heavy clouds hung low over Minrathous, the city baking in the heat. Ash could feel the sweat weeping out of his every pore, his skin sticky and uncomfortable. He’d pulled his hair up into a low-hanging bun, and it brushed against the back of his neck as he jogged down the cobbled streets to the Magisterium.

Dorian was late, as always. Another hours-long discussion, going nowhere. He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly and found it frizzed, puffed up from the moisture in the air. He could smell the coming rain in the cool breeze that drifted through the city, feel it in his bones. He had been calling out for relief, and it came.

Ash was soaked to the skin by the time he reached the steps of the Magisterium, dashing into an alcove to get out of the rain. Dorian had swaggered down to meet him, holding the loose end of his robe above his head in a helpless attempt to keep his hair together. The downpour continued around them, but they weren’t listening. Nor were they speaking.

Dorian’s lips were cool and forgiving, tasting of spiced tea and tropical fruits. Ash rubbed a thumb across his lover’s cheek, marveling at the view. Dorian’s eyeliner had bled down his face in dark paths, his normally beautifully coiffed hair drooping low across his forehead, the long braided section in the back messy and dripping wet.

“Would it kill us to wait until this rain lets up?” Dorian speaks, craning his head out to look at the sky. The clouds were an impenetrable dark grey, and it didn’t appear that the rain would be stopping anytime soon.

“Please, Dorian, don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sprinkling of rain? Live a little!” Ash chuckles, reaching a hand out beyond the overhang and catching a few droplets in his open palm.

“I’d hardly call this a sprinkling. More like a torrential downpour. But I suppose, if there’s nothing to be done...”