#isera lavellan

for Solavellan Week 2025

Summary:

Letters, collected by Rook and her companions, found scattered across the waking and dreaming worlds.

Chapter 1: Left Behind

Written in the hand of Isera Lavellan, younger sister to the Inquisitor. Found while travelling the Crossroads. Imprints on the page suggest an attempt to obscure certain phrases, but are strangely legible despite this. Professor Emmrich Volkarin concluded, after extensive study, that the missive is a copy of the original produced by the Fade. 

Awesome icon by @destinyapostasy that I finally got a chance to upload!!

Tagged by @natsora Thank you! 

Took a while to figure out my ‘best’ line. And I still haven’t. But I hope this one counts, as it’s one of my favorite passages I’ve ever written.

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From the unlikely Inquisitor/Fairbanks rarepair fic that grew a plot:

“Once you open that door, the real world exists again,” she whispers; that truth curdles in her stomach. “The war, Corypheus. All of it.”

His eyes contain a world of understanding and he strokes her cheek with a knuckle. “It has always existed, chérie. We simply found escape for a time.”

Isera stands on her toes, face tilted towards his. Once more, she asks silently, for the road back to something I don’t want to be.

As if he hears her— hell, maybe he does, magic is wild at the best of times— Fairbanks lowers his mouth to hers. Where last night fire ran liquid and heady through her veins at his touch, this kiss rolls through her, a centering and steadying warmth. And something else, a glimpse of what could be, what she didn’t know she wanted: This kiss is something she can see happening again and again, a hundred, a thousand times. Over dinner, before bed, after an argument.

After a war.

This kiss, she thinks, two mouths moving in perfect unison, is a spell of its own. Not quite love, not yet, but close enough she can pretend it is. Hope wells up, a solid thrum beating in counterpoint to her heart, and for one perfect moment, the world just bows down and… stands still. All that exists, all that ever has existed or ever will exist is wrapped up right here, right now, in Fairbanks’ lips on hers. Motes of dust turn golden in the sunbeams splashing through the roof, and a touch— his thumb, her cheek— says a million more words than words ever could.

“Mon amour,” he whispers, and it sounds like a confession, the way he brushes it with a kiss across her brow. And then he is gone, swallowed up into the great, green expanse of his small kingdom— and a piece of her goes with him.

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@vir-tanadahl because I SUPER liked the ear jewelry I put on her but the hair covered it up....Also it took me like 10 mins to run a quick render haha

That’s a dragon wrapped around her right ear :D

The graphics are CRISP, the egg is SHINY, and I am having a great time.

Also I'm in love with my Lavellan, Isera.

Project Elvhen: Isera --> fiery dream. From the words: ise (fire) + era (dream).