#elloway lavellan

On the darkest night of the year, five beefy elven warriors and a plucky mage find six mysterious eluvians in the middle of sudden blizzards. Now trapped in a foreboding ruin, they must discover why they have been called here…and if there is a way out.

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The Dragon Age Fanfic Writers Discord Server anniversary (Aug 2021) generated a bunch of crossover-type gift fis and introduced the idea of a multiverse connected by eluvians. Thus, the Mirrorverse was born.

What began as a simple love letter to my friends' elves has become this spooky tribute to the winter solstice. I hope that anyone can enjoy the action and intrigue in this adventure, regardless of whether you know the OCs are not!

Ixchel Lavellan (youworeblue, art: erion makuo) | Syrillon Lavellan (what_about_bugs, art: whataboutbugs) | Virelan Lavellan (rosellawrites | art: youworeblue) | Mahanon Lavellan (victoriousscarf, art: forystr) | Terisin Mahariel (CrackingLamb) | Gethrael Lavellan (lalaen, art: youworeblue) | Elloway Lavellan (allshallfade, art: serialchillr)

This one goes out to the lovely @a11sha11fade, who graciously allowed me to borrow her Elloway Lavellan for this one! 

She leaves often. When it is part of her role as Inquisitor, he worries - of course he worries - but he understands it is inevitable. Necessary. When it is of her own volition, however… Those days are harder. 

It took many fraught conversations, and - admittedly - more reassurances than he was due, for her to convince him that it was not a reflection on him or anyone else. Simply a necessity of a different kind. One she must pursue from time to time. 

To be alone. To meditate. To find her peace. 

And yet every time he watches her disappear into the horizon, he can’t help the dark thoughts that rise like bile in the back of his mind - this time she’s not coming back. It’s foolish. It’s selfish. It’s based in no evidence - except the constant ebb and flow of tragedy his sins have brought upon him. 

Still he worries. Of course he worries. It is perhaps the one thing he knows best. A lifetime trapped within shackles of his own creation–No! Stop that! How many times has Elloway smoothed away those fears? Held his face in the warmth of her gaze and her hands and whispered love to shrink away the doubt. Endlessly patient. 

He can be patient for her. He can trust. For her, he can do that much, at least. Would that he could do more… 

It’s that thought that finally spurs him to action, after she has gone on one such peace-seeking sojourn. He can do more, and so he does. He has any mail not specifically marked for “Inquisitor’s eyes only” redirected to his desk. He ensures the gardeners have the resources they need. He swallows his guilt and does his best to get enough sleep each night, despite his whole body twitching with uncertainty. 

So that she can trust him enough to leave. Leave, and return, knowing it will all be waiting for her. He will be waiting. 

WIP of allshallfade/magglerock’s Elloway Lavellan. :)