Juno Mahariel:

Rowan Hawke: Yes

Arviraven Lavellan: Went from that’s the coolest person in the Arlathvhen to this fucking nerd is my brother’s qpp. Demotion out of Cain instinct alone

Iraya Surana: Besties, but she’s slightly terrifying to them. Weird that she’s their coworker and they’re technically her superior, when Juno would give her mad wide berth if she’s up to something.

Carlota “Charlie Hawke” Amell: Ever met a person who is so fucked up that rearranges your entire worldview into realising that you’re actually sort of okay?

Vieradhalen Lavellan: Corruption of the Blight-Blood of the Reaver solidarity; bros, childhood bestie, it’s absolute whack-a-doodle time

(Bonus) Dirthalath Lethandar: That’s a funky man to whoa holy fuck holy shit what do you MEAN you’re the deity of the Vir Banal’ras, The Way of Secrets, the Spymaster-God— if they think too long about him, they’re going to have another existential crisis.

Rowan Hawke:

Juno Mahariel: GET A LOAD OF THIS FUNKY LITTLE GUY, goth hawaiian shirt appreciator solidarity

Arviraven Lavellan: Have you ever met someone you’d trust with your credit card information from the get go? Political allies, this guy has the right idea

Iraya Surana: Knows a power lady when she sees one, 10/10, would’ve flirted with her if they met each other single 

Carlota “Charlie Hawke” Amell: Family members to get a restraining order against

Vieradhalen Lavellan: They’d get each other on a fundamental level about certain things, Rowan is surprisingly at peace about the accidental, unnecessarily deep perceiving

Dirthalath Lethandar: Party bi solidarity despite otherwise being just some guy to Rowan. Never fully convinced about the story behind his real identity, despite knowing its true. the “unsung member of the Panthenon” bit

Arviraven Lavellan:

Juno Mahariel: Putative little sibling and the according violence of that. The cease fire is when Juno is acting as the Warden-Commander, but then everything they do as the Warden-Commander, River will use for putative sibling cain instinct means

Rowan Hawke: Absolutely yes. She gets it. Allies to the end

Iraya Surana: Trans solidarity, she is an icon, a legend and she is the moment. Ever met a person who gave you “you would’ve been a magnificent Keeper” upon meeting each other? Yeah.

Charlie “Hawke” Amell: You need therapy and to shut up. Now.

Vieradhalen Lavellan: The literal most important person in his life. Would tackle him and blackmail him bc he’s his older brother regardless, but that is the single most important person in his life

Dirthalath Lethandar: What if I told you you will meet one of your Gods, and in him there is not just a person, but your friend? Scholar to Scholar communication happening at all times

Iraya Surana:

Juno Mahariel: Bestie, beloved friend despite she isn’t the most expressive about it. She hopes they understand

Rowan Hawke: Iraya didn’t think the campy, communist jester act could be pulled by anyone, but hey, it’s always nice to be proved wrong

Arviraven Lavellan: Instant role model, instant respect

Charlie “Hawke” Amell: Would fight her in a pit. Literally catch these hands

Vieradhalen Lavellan: Please tone down the adrenalin sport addiction. Good Dalish boy, but for the love of fuck revert to the stoic, kind knight she thought you were on first impression

Dirthalath Lethandar: When You Are Loved By Wilfulness, You Will Never Be Forgotten

Carlota “Charlie Hawke” Amell:

Juno Mahariel: Respects the title. Other than that they do not exist. No, she won’t be letting them have an “audience” with Anders, no she does not care he’s their jurisdiction. Things change. Keep Justice, tho.

Rowan Hawke: Rabid, violent resentment. You had everything I wanted and you threw it. You’re better than me and you shouldn’t be. You would disagree with me and therefore I hate you.

Arviraven Lavellan: No one would spark an inferiority complex in Charlie like this guy* (*terms and conditions apply)

Iraya Surana: Second in the scale of sparking inferiority complexes

Vieradhalen Lavellan: "No comment”

Dirthalath Lethandar: Absolutely Not.

Viera Lavellan:

Juno Mahariel: PINK PINK PINK GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GLITTER GLITTER GLITTER TWIRL TWIRL TWIRL TOGETHER FOREVER WE’RE JUNO AND VIERA BEST FRIENDS

Rowan Hawke: Would achieve gym buddies status real quick

Arviraven Lavellan: Literally the most important person in his life. Would commit endless violence (affectionate) on them for oppressing him with a single Chore, but he is his brother’s sword

Iraya Surana: Let’s go lesbians lets go!!!!! Hey hey look at this!!! (does rock climbing parkour that makes Iraya ask Arviraven if Viera is always like this)

Charlie “Hawke” Amell: She’s the insanest person he’s ever met, and he’s met Corypheus and Solas

Dirthalath Lethandar: If I Ever Fail To Look After My Brother, I Beg You Do, Please (religious)

(Bonus) Dirthalath Lethandar:

Juno Mahariel: Child With Self-Esteem Issues Proves Harder To Convince About Them Being In Their Head Than What Dad Expected

Rowan Hawke: His favourite Hawke if he had to pick one

Arviraven Lavellan: What if the God was devoted to you instead of the other way around. They have given him back his purpose, his true and actual purpose, and this is a debt Dirthalath will never be able to repay

Iraya Surana: Child Entrusted To Your Care By Accident Quickly Becomes The Favourite

Charlie “Hawke” Amell: She reminds him of his sister before he was disowned back in the Elvhenan times, and this is enough to be extremely glad he never has to know she exists any more

We’re getting screenshots bc today’s wip is in a letter within The Song of Dirthalath.

Tagging @aria-i-adagio​ and @transfenris-truther​

Literally posting all my delayed tag games like my life depended on it but @atypicalacademic and @aria-i-adagio​ both tagged me in this and lo and behold, I’m actually doing some crumb of writing.

There’s hc/meta lore under the cut if you want it

I’m genuinely surprised it aligned because I never even attempt to make it align. These things happen when they happen. @atypicalacademic my beloved tagged me.​

Either way, enjoy some elves!

The Arcade was as ostentatious as they came. Despite it was built a long time ago, it was constantly being remodelled, either to follow the latest trends or to suit the tastes of whichever member of the Imperial Family had last declared it their favourite.

Most places in Elvhenan were like that, but nowhere it was more on the nose than in Arlathan. Nor regular folk nor High-Born folk mattered as much as the Evanuris, with their hidden faces, their maybe-good-intentions-maybe-not and outmost disconnection with reality. 

He still remembered how to dress appropriately. Not that he’d ever forget: not only he had a reputation, but the best thing he could do for himself after the disownment was to let other people whisper of his nerve to show himself in public, looking as impeccable as he always had.

Well, perhaps more sober. He had no idea if the Lord of Secrets was paying his bill, and he didn’t want to test his luck. His vanity would do as his lifeline, for now.

In front of him, Dirthamen sat in red and blue robes, finer than anything else in the parlour of the Arcade. Finer than the mosaics and the flooring, finer than the food and the cutlery. His crown-mask covered almost all of his face, save for his mouth and his jaw.

He thought he could see a shadow of his eyes beneath it, under where his mask-crown was adorned with his own upwards crescent moon, with three dots right over it. 

Secrets, wisdom, loyalty. 

He had no fucking clue what his Serenity wanted to achieve here. In a manner of speaking, he was his hostage until he found out — less because he was his actual hostage and more because he was curious. After the last time they had seen each other and with his family having disowned him, he couldn’t imagine what Dirthamen had to say to him.

Two tables to the left, he could feel someone’s eyes on him. He bit the inside of his cheek; Dirthamen almost turned.

“They ought not bother you.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re clearly uncomfortable,” he called him by his name, that name.

“Don’t call me that, Serenity.”

He was almost sure Dirthamen blinked, perplexed.

“I don’t think the edicts of any family which isn’t my own should demand how I call or not call someone I wish to talk to.”

“Serenity,” he said, trying not to stand up and leave, “no one calls me that because I do not wish to be associated with them any more than they wish to be associated with me. I don’t want anything to do with them.”

He paused. “Serenity, it never occurred to you that I may not want to do anything with them, did it?”

He could feel Dirthamen’s defensiveness rise before he even spoke

“Of course not! Why would I? I love my family and I think—”