#captain iselan

I tried to draw, but my pen is acting up. I should be writing, but instead, I got too wrapped up in this because I have no willpower. I’m going to try writing now.

Thank you for the tag, @the-emberwolf! Let’s see if I can remember all my main OCs...

Rules: Say the first three (3) things that you think of when you think of your OC(s)! (Without an explanation of course)

---

Aravae: Lightning, mother, broken

Ena Lavellan: Joy, betrayal, smile

Samahl Lavellan: Bitter, fierce, unsure

Captain Iselan: Sea, confident, flirtatious

Rienmar: Blue, broad, eyes

Nuvian: Smirk, laugh, shadow

Estelar: Shine, art, healer

---

---

Confessing Feelings Kiss

Words: 598

---

Her life was everything she wanted. She had freedom, a constant breeze blowing through her hair, a crew that she considered family, and enough dalliances than she knew what to do with. Not that their captain knew about the one reoccurring one she had with a fellow crewmate. On land, when they harbored, it didn’t matter what they did. On the ship, their captain’s word was law and those laws were not to be broken.

She had a feeling that at least a couple of crewmates knew that she was sleeping with The Iron Bull from time to time, but it was nothing serious. Besides, she knew that the crewmates knew that if anyone dared to breathe a word, she’d throw them overboard herself. They all occasionally engaged in minor things from time to time. What the captain didn’t knew wouldn’t hurt him.

Which is why Iselan wished that Bull could have kept his mouth shut.

After a rather nice lovemaking tumble in her room - being first mate had its privileges - she rested on her stomach, halfway on him, her head and hand propped on his bare chest. She listened to his heartbeat as they rested, both radiating pleasure and content. It beat strongly, still a little quick, but eventually it slowed to a normal rate. She could hear the air moving in his body as he took in deep, slow breaths. It was mesmerizing in such a way that wanted to lull her to sleep, much like how the Hanal’ghilan rocked with the late night waves.

But they couldn’t stay there. There were watches to be shifted and preventative measures to be taken so that the captain wouldn’t catch them. She sighed happily and tilted her head up to look at him. “Until next time?”

“Mmhmm,” he murmured with a tired grin.

“Come on then, let’s get up.” She nibbled at his shoulder before jumping up out of his reach to collect her clothes. She heard him quietly rumble with a laugh before following after her to do the same.

Once they dressed, they hovered by the door, Bull having to stoop inside the small room. Just as Iselan’s hand went for the knob, Bull’s hand shot out and grasped at her wrist, spinning her around and he pressed her against the door, stealing a kiss from her. When they broke apart, both grinning, Bull whispered, “Iselan...I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Her smile fell away in a heartbeat, replaced with fear. She instinctively pushed him back some and shook her head. “No, Bull. You know we can’t.”

“I know, but when you replace the captain-”

“No,” she hissed, her fear hardening into serious determination. “We can’t. We can’t allow for a serious relationship while on board. It never works out. It causes strife among the crewmates. Favoritism comes into play and even if it doesn’t, those are easy grounds for mutiny.”

Bull inhaled slowly, hurt and anger swimming in his eyes.

“Bull...for what it’s worth… I’m sorry. I really am. But you know how much this ship means to me. How much the crew means to me. This is my entire life and I-”

“Can’t risk it being screwed up. No, I get it. I just…” He scoffed and shook his head. “Nevermind. Forget I ever said anything.”

Before Iselan could say more, he shoved by her and exited the room. When the door closed, she released a shuddering breath and leaned her back against the door and slid down onto the floor.

Maybe her life didn’t have quite everything after all.

---

Thank you for the tag, @dreadhobo and @dragynfox! I think all of mine are either shy/awkward or super outgoing, so let’s see!

Aravae

Poor Aravae hasn’t had much experience with the flirting game. She can be a bit oblivious to others who have feelings towards her - she’s the kind to just mistake it for kindness, though she can see clear as day when it’s flirting if it’s towards others. However, once she gains confidence with Rienmar, she occasionally gets bursts of temptation where she wants to flaunt the power she has over him, though subtly. She give him hooded looks or ghosting touches with her fingers, then slide away from him with a sly grin. He loves every moment of it.

---

Ena Lavellan

Ena is rather unaware of how to flirt. She never went out of her way to look for love. She didn’t think anything of attraction until something in her finally clicked that she liked Bull. Even then, she didn’t do much in the realm of flirting. She knows what she wants, but she was hesitant to go for it. She just flashes him sweet smiles and will sometimes shyly look away from him when he returns it.

---

Rienmar

Veryyy smooth son of a bitch. His words as silky smooth, just as his actions are. He’ll usually try to be considerate and only truly flirt when he is not in the presence of a group, but sometimes he just can’t help himself.

---

Nuvian

Also relatively smooth, except the big difference is he has no filter. He will flirt with anyone at anytime. He’ll sometimes try to play it off like he isn’t flirting, just being complimentary. With that said, he can tell if he is pushing boundaries or not. He isn’t in the game of making people uncomfortable - he just wants to have fun.

---

Samahl Lavellan

Flirting doesn’t exist in her book. She forces feelings down and hides them away because she doesn’t want to be clingy or seen as a lovesick puppy. She does blush very easily, though, all the way to the tip of her ears.

---

Captain Iselan

Thank you for even more tags! This round was from the lovely @ladymdc​ and wonderful @thevikingwoman​! I think this interview is going to be nothing short of interesting...

Check out the joint interview of Aravae and Rienmar here!

Check out Nuvian’s interview here!

This round is another joint! Samahl and Iselan, step on up!

Art by @kawereen​ and @hansaera​!

Thank you so much for the tag, @dreadhobo! I was excited to see this one making its rounds! :3

I’ll tag: @hansaera, @rawrzimon, @shannaraisles, @buttsonthebeach, @empresstress13, @thevikingwoman, @galadrieljones, @calwyne, @katalyna-rose, @star--nymph, @ladylike-foxes and anyone else who would like to do this!

20. What kind of mother/father would your OC be?

Ena would be a little bit of a helicopter mom that would need to be restrained a little. She had a hard childhood, so she would want to make sure that her child/children know how loved they are by her.

61. What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

Rienmar can give off an initial impression of intimidation. He is tall, broad, and typically quiet and kind of looming. However, once he is comfortable and engages in conversation, he doesn’t appear like any of that.

80. What is your OC’s favorite dinosaur?

Aravae: Ankylosaurus

Ena: Parasaurolophus

Rienmar: Apatosaurus

Nuvian: Iguanodon

Samahl: Tyrannasaurus

Captain Iselan: Mosasaur

Estelar: Triceratops

Nuvian (son): Velociraptor

Vanyar: Chasmosaurus

I knew immediately that I wanted this one to be about Iselan and Solas because it just fit Iselan’s personality so much. I hope you like it and thanks for sending this in! :)

---

On the High Seas

Words: 1037

Prompt 38: “You fainted...straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

He was told to not get in the way of the crew, but he still needed to carry his own weight. Some days, he was scrubbing the decks. Some days, he was down with whoever was cooking that day, scrubbing dishes or peeling potatoes. Some days, he sat upon a questionable rig to scrap forming barnacles off the sides of the ship.

All days, it was hot.

The spray of the sea was the most relief Solas got. Even when the wind would be strong, it didn’t feel like it provided any semblance of cool air. Everything felt hot, muggy, and it felt miserable. He knew now why all pirates with lighter skin tones ended up with dark tans. The sun beat down most days. On cloudy days, he could still feel his skin radiating the heat from the sun. On stormy days, when the ship got beat around and rocked violently from the waves, he happily stayed below deck, hoping the ship wouldn’t go down, but in the back of his mind, he always thought: At least I’m not out in the sun right now.

It didn’t seem to bother the others much. He’d hear a gripe every once in awhile - usually from Sera - but it was always said in a joking manner. Or someone would say something gruff in return. He thought that the crew would be different when Iselan was out on deck. She would come up and stand by the helm, overlooking the working crew. To Solas, she seemed to be a figure of powerful authority, a person to be feared and respected. It only seemed right that she have tight run of her ship. The crew performed their duties well and in a timely manner, sure, but he had yet to see them interact.

The Iron Bull would sometimes come out on deck and bark a few orders, though sometimes he got sarcastic back talk. He would grin and joke back, but the moment his eyes passed over Solas, they grew serious again. It didn’t take a genius to learn that Bull didn’t care much for Solas’s presence on board.

This particular hot, steamy day, Captain Iselan showed herself on deck. Solas was helping to swab it. He noticed how the crew glanced up at her, as if waiting for orders, but when nothing was said, everyone proceeded with what they were doing. Her eyes scanned the deck and she was watching everyone’s movements like a hawk. Bull was at her side, talking softly into her ear. Her gaze passed over Solas and he averted his eyes, turning them back to his task at hand. Not much happened. It was some time that Iselan stood there, overlooking things.

“Captain! When are we gonna make our way to the cove so that we don’t hafta stay out in this wretched sun?!”

Solas’s arms completely froze when he heard that question be shouted out from Sera, for everyone to hear. He felt as though his neck were creaking as he slowly shifted it to look at Iselan’s face. To his utmost surprise, though the other crew members were looking, none seemed to be worried or in shock. Iselan merely raised a slow eyebrow.

That was it. Solas was about to witness his first case of a pirate walking someone off the plank-

“She does have a point, my dear Captain,” Vivienne added. “We’ve been a bit idle for a bit too long, wouldn’t you say? What if the others come across us?”

Solas’s eyes may have bulged a little. What was wrong with the crew? Had the sun fried their brains?? Were they about to mutiny? What would he even do? They were so far away from shore and he wouldn’t be able to outrun a ship in a rowboat - that is, even if they let him live… His head, which had already been pounding with a headache due to the sun, began to feel lighter than air on his shoulders.

“I didn’t realize I ran a ship full of crybabies,” came Iselan’s voice, clear as day.

“Just a ship of reasonable people,” Varric called with a slight chuckle in his tone.

“Solas? Are you okay? You don’t look so good,” whispered Cole from his side, startling him. He hadn’t realized the young man had been there. “When was the last time you drank?”

“Reasonable, you say?” Iselan’s boots thudded heavily against the wood as she started to make her way down to the deck. “Hmm. I don’t know if that’s the word I would use.”

The solid floor under Solas’s feet began to shift up into the air. The mop in his hands suddenly didn’t feel like it was supporting him much anymore. The thud of Iselan’s boots got closer and closer...until they came to a stop right in front of him. “What do you think, greenhorn?”

He heard her words, but as he brought his head back up to look at her, the world twisting violently before going black.

When he opened his eyes next, his vision was a little blurry, but he was able to make out the sky and Iselan’s face hovering not far above his. With the hollow feeling in his body, he wasn’t even able to jerk out of the way. From what he could tell, her expression almost seemed a little...amused. “Hmm. You fainted...straight into my arms. You know, greenhorn, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Had his cheeks not already been flushed from the heat, Solas likely would have blushed from the comment. Before he could even try to reply, she spoke again. “You have to stay hydrated in this heat, idiot. Cole, Leliana, if you two wouldn’t mind, get him below deck and make sure he drinks something. Blackwall, shift our course. We’re heading for the cove.”

Iselan’s face disappeared from his view and Solas felt himself being pulled up by Cole, the young man draping Solas’s arm across his shoulders. Leliana followed along behind with an amused smirk. Just as they passed below deck, Solas could have sworn he heard a ringing laugh that belonged to none other than the Captain of the Hanal’ghilan.

---