#evariste lemarque

Since I wasn't active on Tumblr when I made these pieces in june 2022 (when he got the first trailer of the show, and we didn't even know the characters' names yet), have them today! (since I'm rewatching that show for the umpteenth time🙈) Also random fact, these pieces are the first that were shared by BioWare back then <3 Leading to me drawing Fenris for them the same year, for the Dragon Age Day 2022!

Miriam & Sapphira/Hira & Memory

Lacklon & Evariste "Fairbanks" Lemarque & Qwydion

Miriam & Hira + Lacklon & Roland (Lackland, beloved) Healing our hearts after revelations around Hiriam 💀 The left piece was done in november, after one of the latest trailer at the time, but we didn't know who Hira was back then (I obviously don't ship them anymore but back then we were all going crazy over those orlesian cheese farm lesbians) aaa Betrayal.

Fenris & Miriam

I just realized that I never posted this last commission from Kawereen (who? appears? to have left tumblr?) of Isera Lavellan and her dumb pretty twin, Ethelan

While Isera was with their grandmother, learning the ways of the Force magic and all that, Eth spent most of the time with the huntmaster of Clan Lavellan. After Isera becomes the Inquisitor, Ethelan angry-marches his way out of the Free Marches and all the way to Skyhold to have it out with her, in a loud shouting match, several small explosions, and one forever-ruined copy of a Tethras book that may or may not have gotten lobbed off of the highest parapet of the castle in flames. 

(Neither Ethelan nor Isera will rat out which one tossed it)

(Varric has suspicions but doesn’t care enough to pursue. It’s far from the worst thing to happen to one of his books anyway)

Chapter Title: The Games We Play

Fandom: Dragon Age; Dragon Age: Inquisition

Pairing: Fairbanks/f!Lavellan

Summary: Sometimes a past can be overcome. Sometimes it can't. And sometimes, something that could have been disappears under unthinking words, and the person you're trying to catch slips right through your fingers.

Or, what if Inquisitor Isera Lavellan and Cullen just kept missing each other, never quite able to bridge the mage vs templar gap? What if there was one rejection too many, and someone else started to love her instead?

This Chapter Featuring: Smut. Lots of smut. Pining. Varric and Dorian being good friends. Kink. So much kink. And inappropriate use of innocent flowers.

TWs: Sex. Knife play (no blood). Denial. Teasing. Power games. Bondage. 

Excerpt:

“This game is not about mere pleasure,” he says, brushing the petals against her inner thigh, where the gown bunches ‘round her hips. “This game is played between equals, with love. Desire.” He grips her knee and pushes, baring more of her. “Control.”

“O— oh?” Isera arches slightly when the rose slips higher, not quite touching her own folds, and whines when he keeps going, soft and slow, down the other thigh.

“This game,” he continues, turning the stem until the thorn presses into her calf, leaving a thin white line down the gold of her skin, “is about feeling. How much can you take, how high can we push each other?” 

She swears, twisting her wrists against the leather strap, and he lays a hand warningly over them. 

“We both know you could free yourself with little more than a thought.” Softly, Evariste skims his lips over the leather, her fingers, until the sleek muscles in her arms go slack. “The point isn’t to get free. That is why the binding is loose.” Grasping her wrists together, he pulls until she sits upright, chest to chest with him. “It is simply… a suggestion,” he whispers.

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Isera Lavellan/Evariste Lemarque - In The Heart of the Woods

looking in your eyes seeing all i need everything you are is everything to me these are the moments  i know heaven must exist these are the moments i know all i need is this i have all I’ve waited for

(x)

On Tumblr

New Chapter: In the Heart of the Woods

Title: Up the Winding Path

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Pairing: Fairbanks/Inquisitor

Summary:

Sometimes a past can be overcome. Sometimes it can't. And sometimes, something that could have been disappears under unthinking words, and the person you're trying to catch slips right through your fingers.

Or, what if Inquisitor Isera Lavellan and Cullen just kept missing each other, never quite able to bridge the mage vs templar gap? What if there was one rejection too many, and someone else started to love her instead?

This Chapter Featuring:  Love, loss, heartache, pining, and the final battle for Thedas.

Excerpt:

The crowd has gone silent, or fallen back, or disappeared for all he knows. Or cares. Everything in his world narrows down to the woman walking towards him.

For months, he’s thought about what to say to her, at least as often as his practical side hissed that she has bigger worries. How he’d sweep in and fall to his knees, how he’d declare his love. For months, memories and fantasies and almost-promises put on parchment consumed more and more of his heart, until her absence became unbearable. But with her standing in front of him, brows pulled together and her shoulders squared against whatever his presence means…

“I had to find you,” he whispers, every ounce of truth he has in those five words.

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