#lyssa lavellan

I asked the wonderful @pookydraws do paint this for @elveny and her wonderful oc Lyssa with Solas. 

The thought behind it:

I had a random fluffy idea a while back about a Lyssa and Solas scenario and winder holidays. Because I thought, what if mistletoe as a kissing custom exists in Thedas - but its a Dalish thing and not many people know about it? And we know how Solas is about the Dalish right? But he also cares deeply for Lyssa and notices she's a bit extra down before winter's day because she misses her clan and everything in Skyhold is just so different that there is little of the spirit she enjoys around the winter festivities. It’s mainly humans and they do things differently. Solas, being Solas, gets over himself and does some research into Dalish customs that would be prominent in her clan so he can do something nice for her and comes across the mistletoe custom - and thus you get a saccharine sweet holiday imagery of him kissing her under some mistletoe he is holding up himself.

Natural Aesthetics | Lyssa Lavellan

bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.  

repost, do not reblog. feel free to add any natural features you see fit!

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder.

icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines.rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water.

flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain.

summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis.

a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake. snow capped peaks.

“Can you see them?” Lyssa shielded her eyes against the sun, peering up at Cyr as he balanced lithely on a mid-branch of the large oak.

He nodded, but his nose wrinkled, “There are too many for just my arrows, it would turn into a-”

“In Common, please!”

Dorian’s eyes stared skyward as he leaned back against the outcropping blocking their view. Bull was half-heartedly rising up and down on his tiptoes, the top of the rock probably further out of his reach than he’d care to admit.