#iveani lavellan

soooo i may or may not be replaying veilguard with my girls again...woops!

slight changes for both since i honestly wanted to tune up calypso's babyface by 5 LOL she's my chubby little princess!!! i've been dreaming for body sliders and now that we have them i can make a plus-sized mc! i also brightened her purple eyes because after going back and looking at screenshots from my first playthrough her eyes look brown in every lighting PFFF that was a fail on my part. her hair has also been changed because tbh i like this one a LOT more than the one i had.

iveani has been better fine tuned. to be honest, i loved my first pass at her but she still wasn't quite right. i literally buckled down for two hours with various inquisition screenshots of her so i could NAIL her appearance this time. i also swapped her hair to calypso's old one because it suits iveani wayyy better. i think i did really good LMAO - here's a comparison:

the hair is difficult to match, since i can't perfectly nail the brightness of her ivory hair without taking the warm tones out of it. iveani's hair isn't blonde and it's more of a eggshell white - i literally can't match it perfectly in the veilguard cc because it switches tones immediately when i try to brighten it.

oh im also using mods! i got iveani out of those jammies and calypso also has a new complexion that tries to pull the purple out of her jawline from the freckled complexions. im also using an eye retexture mod that makes the eyes soooo much more detailed, i love it!

probably going to be taking way more screenshots lmao i was forgetting to do so on my first playthrough.

Iveani’s blindness would be referred to as “low vision”; he can view light and make out some shapes and colors, but it’s been progressive over his lifetime and it could shift into total blindness.

Ya here you go :3

The first time that Iveani had wandered into Dorian’s dreams, it had been an accident. He hadn’t meant to wander so far that night. As a somniari, he could slip into the Fade with relative ease compared to other mages, who had to wait for their dreams. As a somniari, his Keeper had informed him that his waning sight in the waking world was a result of his unfathomable capabilities. When in the Fade, however, he found that his sight was restored in full—and it had been an accident when he found Dorian there, amidst all the dreams.

The scene had been set against the backdrop of familiar bookcases and stone walls; his favored library alcove in Skyhold. For that reason, it was easy for Iveani to duck behind the cover of a shelf and watch him from afar. Something unfamiliar bubbled up in his chest at the sight of Dorian’s animated pacing and murmuring and gesturing as he went on about the intricacies of time magic.

The first time had been an accident. Every other night that week had been intentional. Iveani told himself it was the Fade leading him back, but he knew that he could leave if he wished. He just couldn’t stop himself from trying to commit every detail to memory, from the gleaming silver buckles of Dorian’s outfit to the wry curve of his smile when he worked through a troublesome problem in his dreams. There was a hollow in Iveani’s chest when he knew the morning would come and he wouldn’t be able to make it out clearly in the waking world, but it had grown so familiar that he could almost see it in his own head.

“I know you’re there,” Dorian suddenly called out, and Iveani’s breath hitched in his throat. Stubbornly his fingers curled around the bookcase, as though Dorian could be speaking to anyone else. After a beat of expectant silence, Iveani peeled himself away and into the line of Dorian’s sight.

“Do you usually come traipsing into the dreams of your friends without so much as an invitation?” Dorian asked, resting a hand on his hip. Iveani had never had the chance to notice how fluid the motion was.

“Occasionally,” Iveani sniffed, brushing past the other mage to continue exploring around him. When he glanced back over his shoulder, the glimmer of curiosity in Dorian’s otherwise dark and intense gaze nearly stopped him in his tracks. His hand trembled as he reached out aimlessly for a book; perhaps Dorian didn’t truly know how often he had lingered in his dreams. “I find it prudent to know what my allies look like.”

“Is that so?” Dorian crooned wryly. “You know, if that were the case, you could have just asked. If I had known that I would be hosting the Inquisitor himself, I would have dreamed up a more exciting scenario for us.”

Iveani’s ears warmed at the tip. “Oh? Would it happen to include you, me, and having a clue about what to do about Corypheus?”

“Bah, you’re always so worried,” Dorian scoffed, in the usual lighthearted way that sent Iveani’s heart racing. “You could live to loosen up a little, you know. A dream is a break from the waking world. Corypheus doesn’t have to come between us here.”

“And is there something for him to come between when I wake, Lord Pavus?” Iveani asked as he turned his head over his shoulder once again. He wasn’t sure what book was in his hands and it didn’t matter, for Dorian had nearly closed the distance between them and was intently looking down at him. Iveani gulped. “What is it?”

“Your eyes,” Dorian said, with an uncharacteristic lack of levity. “They’re brown. I didn’t know that,” he continued, and he reached up to brush a hand against the curve of Iveani’s tattooed cheek. “Is that what you meant by knowing the look of your friends? You can see in the Fade, but not in the waking world?”

“You sound like you’re about to experiment on me,” Iveani protested meekly, and with that, Dorian withdrew his hand. He bit back another protest, as the sudden lack of warmth on his cheek was worse than the curious line of questioning.

“They’re charming,” Dorian said. “Your eyes, that is. Forgive me my vanity—or don’t, for I hardly apologize—but I do have to ask if you find that I live up to your imagination. I can only imagine that nothing compares to a glance at the real thing.”

Iveani’s lips twitched upward into a rare smile at his teasing. He leaned in, and Dorian raised an eyebrow, and then he whispered, “Ask me again in the morning.”

I can honestly admit that I saw the tag going around and knew @demandthedoodles would tag me 😌 so I was READY. thank you so much Lex I hope you enjoy this because I’ve had such a good time doing this poem tag for my babies.

Rules: take this uquiz as your ocs would answer and post their results!

Mahanon Tabris “landscape with a blur of conquerors”

Forget about his insides / his plumbing and his furnaces, put a thing in his hand / and be done with it. No one wants to know what’s / in his head. It should be enough. To make something / beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be. / The smear of his head—I paint it out, I paint it in / again. I ask it what it wants. I want to be a cornerstone / says the head. Let’s kill something.

I prefer to blame others. It’s easier. King me.

Laurent Surana “saying your names”

Please keep him safe. / Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be / like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed / to pieces. Makes a cathedral, him pressing against / me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe / his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me / like stars.

It’s a bed of straw, darling. It sure as shit is.

Iveani Lavellan “landscape with several small fires”

Pink, orange, red, orange dreaming red. / I am the fire, says the fire. My body is a graveyard, / says the landscape. You’re welcome, says the landscape. / Gold bodies on the red, red ground. I paint in / the wounds. Socket, says the shoulder. Shoulder, says / the socket. Let’s kill everything, says everything else. / Smeared night, smudged dawn. I saw him fall. / Them, / falling.

We knocked the heads off the statuary, deprived the landmarks of any meaning.

@rosella-writes and @melisusthewee both tagged me for WIP Wednesday and I!!!!!!! :3 am special!!! I have no sense of time and but ONE WIP!! A little something for my new Iveani Lavellan. You can read my short Drabble below the cut :3