#estrian

Rules: make a moodboard to represent the vibe of your ship, but the pictures have to be text-based/memes/other things you wouldn't normally include if you were making a moodboard for them.

Rookanis/Lucea i.e. Zea Fen'nan + Lucanis Dellamorte

My shaylas hhskajsjdha-

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Pavellan/Estrian i.e. Estra Lavellan + Dorian Pavus

My other shaylas hhshagaff-

Thank you for the tag @elishnord <3 I'll tag @serjory, @cy-guy1518, and @awardenandacrow. Show me your sillies pretty please 🙏🙏

Peak Pavellan dynamic.

E+L for some unexpectable pairing. (Sharing a drink + stolen kiss)

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Hello!!! Thank you for the ask <3

Sharing a drink + stolen kiss for my Inquisitor Estra Lavellan and Dorian Pavus.

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Frost crept over the desert as the night began to peak. A thousand stars twirled and twinkled around a swollen moon that stood out starkly against the inky sky. A chilling breeze swept over the dunes, making the sand roll and the sparse shrubbery sway.

Tucked against the towering form of a rocky cliff, hidden from view by the sandstone and the bedrock, was a small camp. People crowded around a campfire, sandwiched between the flames and the closely pitched tents. Voices and laughter drifted into the air, swirling up alongside the embers and vanishing into the night. Spirits were high and bottles were being passed around as the party celebrated their survival of another day.

Away from the glowing light of the fire, past the safety of the tents but not quite lost in the wilderness of the desert, stood a lone figure. He stood with slumped shoulders and locked knees, hugging himself tightly to protect against the cold as he stared out over the stretching sands. The noises of his companions fell on deaf ears as the man stood captivated by the endless desert. He remained absent from his body, lost deep in the churning depths of his mind, unaware to the figure slipping away from the camp and coming up behind him.

“Amatus!”

Inquisitor Estra Lavellan startled, stumbling forwards as Dorian Pavus’ voice shook him from his stupor. He stumbled around, turning from the dark landscape to watch with wide eyes as his partner’s silhouette tracked towards him.

“There you are.” Dorian drew closer, cocking his head as a teasing grin grew on his lips. “Everyone was wondering where you’d gone.”

He slipped up the Estra’s side, looping an arm around his waist and bringing a bottle up to his lips with his free hand. Estra sunk into Dorian and slipped his bare right hand up his shirt, pressing it against his warm skin.

Dorian choked on his drink and jerked away.

“Kaffas, your hands are cold!” He yelped, “Keep those things away from me!”

“But you’re so warm.” Estra said quietly, wickedness sparkling in his grey eyes.

“Yes, it’s my warmth! You don’t get to steal it, you little fiend.”

“I’m cold.” Estra pouted.

“You would be warmer if you hadn’t been standing out here in the desert all evening.” Dorian sniffed.

Estra exhaled softly and turned his gaze back to the sands. His long ears drooped slightly and his eyes clouded back over as he stared into the night. Dorian watched him curiously from a few steps away. After perhaps a minute of silence, Dorian closed the distance and intertwined his warm fingers with Estra’s cold ones.

“Here.” He offered the bottle out. “Have a drink.”

Sluggishly, Estra raised his gloved left hand and gripped the neck of the bottle. He took a sip and instantly grimaced.

“That’s disgusting.” He muttered, passing it back.

“Isn’t it?” Dorian took another swig. “Varric packed it.”

Estra made a small absent noise in his throat and fell quiet again.

The desert stood still in front of them. Small rodents and smaller bugs made quiet, creaking, croaking noises from the depths of the dunes and the rustle of succulents and sand joined their gentle symphony, conducted by the wind to construct the chorus of the night. Dorian’s sigh cut through the music.

“We should go back to the others. Cassandra’s convinced you’ve been bitten by a snake and died out there in the dunes.” Dorian drawled.

Estra hummed again in response.

Worry stirred gently in Dorian’s gut, muffled by the heavy blanket of alcohol. He squeezed Estra’s hand and offered the bottle again.

Estra drank from it silently and this time didn’t give it back.

“Are you alright?” Dorian asked quietly.

Estra shrugged. Dorian reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

“You’re being awfully quiet.”

“I’m just thinking.” Estra muttered.

Dorian trailed his fingers down the side of Estra’s face, pinching his chin and turning his head upwards in order to meet his eyes.

“About what?” He whispered, tracing his thumb against the line of Estra’s lip.

Estra shut his eyes and leant into the touch.

“Just... stuff.” He mumbled.

Right. Stuff. Very descriptive.

Dorian took the bottle from Estra and sipped it.

“Come on,” He huffed, lowering the bottle again, “Let’s get you warmed up.”

He squeezed the Inquisitor’s hand and tugged him towards the glow of the fire. Estra followed with no resistance. Boots slipped in the sand and hands remained intertwined as they approached the swell of chatter.

When the pair reached the line of tents, Estra stopped walking. He yanked Dorian softly backwards, keeping him from stepping out of the shadows. Dorian’s expression was expectant as he was pulled closer.

Estra wrapped a hand around the back of Dorian’s head and leaned in close.

“Ma vhenan.” He whispered.

Then he closed the distance and sealed their lips together, stealing a gentle kiss from the cold desert night.

Dorian sighed softly as they pulled apart.

“Come on.” It was Estra’s turn to drag them towards the fire. “I’m cold.”

#3 for Solas & Vivienne

And #5 for Dorian & Sera!

Hey hey hey! Thank you for the ask! <3

3. If your inquisitor was told they were “unlike others of their race” by Solas, how did they respond? Were they angry or grateful?

Estra was confused by it mostly. It unsettled him and he couldn't figure out why. He didn't agree but wasn't offended by it. Just confused.

3. Did the feelings of your Inquisitor towards Vivienne change at all after completing her personal mission about Duke Bastien, if yes, in what way?

Yes they did. Estra and Vivienne did not hit it off well at Haven. They disagree completely about magic and circles, and this led to a more personal falling out that included the mutual exchange of some nasty comments about baby-stealing. After their arrival at Skyhold, Estra made an attempt at reconciliation, but refused to try any further after recieving a frosty reception. Vivienne saw Estra as an out-of-his-depth, ignorant man who had lucked his way into power and was going to get them all killed. Estra saw Vivienne as a predujiced Shem who refused to have a straightforward conversation with him. They did manage to be civil with each other though.

When Vivienne realised she needed a snowy wyvern heart in her cure for Bastien, she knew the Inquisitor was the man with the power to get one - whether she liked him or not. She was greatly surprised at Estra's immediate willingness to help. He might not like Vivienne personally, but she is a part of his Inquisition and so he has a duty to help her. Also it would be a real dick move to say no.

Upon acquisition of the heart and the failed saving of Bastien, the two of them suddenly got to see the good side of the other. Estra saw that Vivienne really was just a person under all her glamour, that she too loved and grieved and that the bluster was a defence. Vivienne finally saw the solid yet compassionate centre in Estra that had inspired deep loyalty in every other member of his inner circle. They didn't instantly become best friends, but they began to support each other in quiet ways. They'd discuss magic together, Estra would use his influence to collect research papers and materials for Vivienne, Vivienne kept a closer eye on the whispers surrounding the Inquisitor and responded to them with a harsher tongue. By Tresspasser they had become true friends.

5. Did your Inquisitor agree with Dorian's decision to return to Tevinter? How did they feel about his choice?

Estra completely understood Dorian's decision to return to Tevinter, but that didn't mean he liked it. He agreed with it logically; Tevinter was corrupt and Dorian could help change it. But, as Dorian's (mildly codependent) lover he absolutely hated it. He tried to talk Dorian out of it, then tried to persuade Dorian to let him come. When Dorian wouldn't budge on either point, he begged Dorian to delay it just a bit longer. When Dorian did eventually leave, the distance and lack of communication between them caused some serious issues in their relationship, especially post-tresspaser.

5. Did your Inquisitor respond well to Sera and seek her company or avoid her?

HIiiii thank you so much for the asks! :))

4: What's an item that is deeply important and special to them? What makes it so special?

For Zea, it is definitely his staff. The very first time he encountered Darkspawn, a Warden mage saved his life but dies in the process. She bequeathed the staff to him with her final breath and he's had it ever since. It both honours her memory and reminds him of why he's a Warden in the first place. He keeps such good care of it, always making sure it's clean and polished and that the ends are sharp and pointy. Zea's always been sentimental and his staff is the most important thing he owns.

Estra has never had much stuff. The Dalish aren't particularly materialistic, and the things they do own always have a purpose, and are fixable, replaceable, and/or communal. When Dorian gives him the sending stone, all to himself, so that they can always contact each other, it means a lot to him. He keeps it on him always, even during their "break", and is very careful with it.

14: What's something they unashamedly adore?

Zea has a massive sweet tooth. If there is a dessert option on the menu, he will be ordering it, and he does not care what you think about it. Lucanis gets very good at baking after meeting him. Strangely enough, Zea's favourite drink is tea, not hot chocolate.

Estra likes plants. A normal amount, trust. Don't look at his balcony. Yeah, so, Estra has a special interest in plants, especially cultivating them. He collects cuttings from everywhere he can and grows them on his balcony at Skyhold. Any that take root to the weather go into the chantry garden. This was born from how I played Inquisition and how I never let any nearby plant go unpicked. I once spent ten minutes trying to get up onto a ledge to pick something I couldn't reach and was suddenly hit by how absurd it must look in-game. Also, the line from Harding at the end of Jaws of Hakkon DLC when she makes fun of the Inquisitor's obsession with Elfroot was just perfect, because yes he does actually, how did you know??

20. What's something they do absentmindedly that their partner finds adorable?

Zea is a musical guy and will hum/sing under his breath a lot. Songs from his childhood, tunes he's heard in passing, old Warden ballads and sagas, there is no song safe from him. Lucanis thinks he has such a beautiful singing voice (he does tbh) and finds his voice a comfort. He knows that when Zea is singing, it means Zea is safe and feels comfortable enough to let his guard down.

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