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The prompt in the Fade Prison yesterday was 'Praise' and I couldn't help myself, and I also wasn't done with this so I threw some rough colors on them. š
I guess drawing them staring lovingly at each other is my favorite thing to draw. š„¹
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I think I made Lavellan sort of look like a very sad cat. Not too far off from how sheād feel here probably lol. Made for the weekly drawing prompt āPortalā in the Fade Prison Discord server :)
For the fade prison prompt of the week: acceptance. 100 word drabble + a 30 minute sketch. My take on what happened after Solas got to the other side of the eluvian at the end of trespasser.
(PS-- I swear he's wearing pants. The armor is just the same color as his skin š)
Fear
For Fade Prison Server 100 word drabble.
30 minute sketch study, Beauty prompt over at Fade Prison.
My Rel Lavellan dancing the Halla Dance, a beautiful form of dance similar to belly dancing.
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Face, Lingering Looks, and Bruised Lips
Solas held his lower lip between his teeth, an expression that would normally be foreign on his face, but one, that he took as he looked upon the face of the woman who laid flush against his chest. Both bare and sweaty, she held his eyes in hers; her parted lips darkened from a vigorous night. Swollen and wet, she pressed those lips into a grin that crinkled the skin around her eyes. With flushed cheeks, her gaze traveled along his face but his sight never ventured from her lashes. Solas leaned in and pulled her bruised lips against his.
I am back after a horrible month with a wee 100 word drabble!
The prompt was Skinny over on the Fade Prison discord server. A tiny touch angsty, butā¦ Solavellanā¦ amirite?
It was a shock when Solas saw her again.
Sylvana Lavellan. His heart. The other half of his broken soul.
She was thinner than he remembered. He knew she had been holding the South against the darkspawn hoards, sheltering all she could at Skyhold. The relentless onslaught would have wrought havoc on supply lines. Of course she would have refused her rations.
For that was who she was; kind, selflessā¦
His heart clenched in agony, but then swelled with pride.
His vhenan. She deserved the world for what she had done for it, and he would give it to her.
Dance - A 100 word drabble
Divider by @galacticsparkles
I am a little late to the party with this prompt, but I hope you enjoy it regardless š©µ
She had come out for a bit of fresh air after all the events of that night. Orlesians and their politics; something a "savage knife-ear" like her should have nothing to do with. And yet, it was up to her to decide the fate of their Imperial monarchyā¦
She felt his presence before she heard his words. Solas already knew the turmoil within her heart, and what to do to ease it.
Supportā¦ and distraction.
"Come, before the band stops playing. Dance with me!"
Revaās smile was warm and genuine as her gaze reached his eyes. "I would love to."
