#misyl lavellan

two of my inquisitors ❤️💜

Rating: General Audiences Pairing: F!Lavellan/Josephine Montilyet Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 4,063

Summary: Misyl Lavellan is on the hunt for an assassin. Josephine Montilyet is fending off suitors. But with the threat of the Dread Wolf worsening each day, Misyl is sent a gift from an old friend - and gets a little bit more than what she bargained for.

(Misyl Lavellan belongs to the lovely @hekaerges)

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Excerpt:

tired elf man would like for this all to be over soon.

have decided mahanon just has a variant of june’s vallaslin bc i can’t be bothered ot make it 100% accurate and also i like the ink curling over the ear. looks neat. and misyl’s tear-drop dots under her eyes are ideal. might update mahanon’s to match....

Misyl does not wait to make her choice. She chooses the one that fits. The one that feels right, above all the other choices.

Misyl has faced challenge only outmatched by more challenges. Misyl is not one who hesitates. She is not weak, and she is not stupid.

Except, days before, she’s made the biggest mistake in her life. She’s made a horrible, horrible choice, and now, today, they are giving her a vallaslin which she is not even old enough to have. It is all wrong. It does not fit. Still, she does not flinch. She doesn’t wonder.

(She does wonder. A lot. She doesn’t speak of it.)

Fifteen, and she looks in a mirror that morning. She looks at the scars that mar her face now, how they will share the space on her skin. She traces lines that she knows so well onto her face, wondering how they will look when they’re finally there.

The vallaslin will have to share a lot of space with other things that already mark her face. Her freckles, her scars, the permanent (or, what feels like permanent) anger that spoils her face, according to her mother. The vallaslin will be welcome among the other things, but she doesn’t know if it will ever feel like it belongs there.

Misyl is strength compounded by more strength. She is hurt brought together by strings of more hurt.

The symbol of Elgar'nan is etched onto her face. Her skin screams during the process, but her whole body remains still. She is prepared. She has always been prepared. No flinching.

It turns out while it overpowers most of her face, it doesn’t manage to cover the scars. Those are all on the right of her face, and the colors, the dark, sea-green that she’s chosen, only takes the left half. One of the lines, which is shaped like a stem with thorns covering it, manages to cross with the deeper scar on her cheek.

The creator of the world, the god who represents vengeance, is the one she chooses to represent her. She thinks it is the most fitting thing she’s ever done.

Later, the keeper will tell her how clan Lavellan is in need of skilled hunters, and their clan is in need of mages. There will be a trade, and Misyl will be trained better there.

Misyl takes a greatsword and a letter from her mother, alongside her armor and her pride. She says only a few goodbyes.

She’s chosen The World. She’s chosen Vengeance, but she will never receive it. 

i actually wrote this angsty bullshit i’m so fuckin mad at myself. don’t take this seriously my writing is shit and misyl is an angsty teenager who got two other angsty teens killed.

anyway i think i’m gonna do less angsty bullshit with the same theme for my other dalish ocs, basically writing about why they got their vallaslin and shit.

and if ya don’t remember misyl she’s a member of the bad parent club, mother of alphys and aleteha. this is younger, angstier her.