#sethlen

Dear Seth’s Diary… 

📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary.

[the writing is shaky and uneven, like a young schoolboy wrote in it. The pressure is so hard the words are etched onto the next few pages. Some smudges from the broken charcoal dust dirty the page.] 

Inquei Inkuiz Inkuii The Hareld has a bruder bro th er name is Varlen. He look diferunt from Hareld. He is tall and hav lohng hare hair. It is whait, like Hareld is. 

I did not spek to himm. I askd sumone. Meybee nex time. If. I don knoe. 

[the following text is scratched out violently in the page margins] 

He is Hareld brotter wy I want talk to him??? 

[in smaller writing, at the bottom right corner of the page] 

I hayt my writting. :( 

Oh, poor Seth. Someone probably told him keeping a diary is good writing practice, not that he knows how to read or write well in the first place. 

"Varlen," Seth's voice is deep, slow and soothing. "If you become Nug, we will find cure together. You will be best-take-care-offed nug. Dorian will help too."

I’m just imagining little nug Varlen, curled up into a ball, all sullen and sulky. And Seth just scooping him up and snuggling him against his chest to try and cheer him up >.< 

“Best…and worst?” Seth shrugs. “Is no best. I love all of Varlen, so all of Varlen is best. Maybe…his mind? I not know how to explain. I also not sure if- ‘cos- maybe- um-” Seth trails off, grumbling beneath his breath and trying again. 

“He is strong. Inside,” He lays a hand over his heart, “And in mind,” he points to side of his head. “He went through many difficulty, but the most inside of him is still same. Maybe his outside is cracked and have problem, but that can heal. Most important is what is most inside person. Ahh. If that one crack, then Varlen will never be who he is today.” Seth looks up into the distance, where Varlen’s laughter carries faintly across the courtyard. A small smile of fondness softens his dark features. “He is strong.”

“U-uh, worst? I think…hmm.” Seth’s eyes dart around the floor, fingers stroking his chin. He frowns when he has his answer. “I think he not careful enough, sometime. I know he joke, he say he want go see his kin, healer Thalon, but if healer Thalon is kin, then has no need for getting injury! Can go see anytime, should have no problem.” Seth suddenly grins, a thought lighting up his eyes. “Ahh, I know. I am guessing: Maybe he want me to carry?” Seth wags a finger, then trails off with a soft laugh.

Meet the Sim: Varlen Lavellan! 

Varlen belongs to @thereluctantinquisitor 

Decided to attempt making Seth’s otter sweetheart Varlen. He’s got his hair in a ponytail since I can’t find a suitable hair mod. 

Top row: Casual outfits (VARLEN PLS) 

Middle row: Formal and Party outfits (See Varlen, you can clean up nice!) 

Bottom row: Sportwear and Swimwear (Who let Varlen dress himself) 

Aw Varlen, he looks so sad to be out in sportwear. XD I think he’d much rather be watching the 3-hour documentary on cheese. 

Special slightly NSFW pics under the cut! 

“Slowly…” Varlen breathed, utterly still, his voice unwavering and as focused as his gaze. Brow furrowed, he focused on his breathing. On keeping it calm. Slow. Flat. He had to maintain composure. If he didn’t… well, he didn’t want to think about that.

“Are you sure, kadan?” Seth’s voice was laced with nervousness. If his hands were free, he would have likely wrung them, given the fact that they were alone together and no one else would see. Varlen almost nodded, but stopped himself as Seth’s breath caught in his throat; a brief moment of pure terror.

“Yes. Sure.” the words leaked between his clenched teeth like air from a balloon. Gently. Carefully. This was not amateur hour. They were professionals. This was important.

Sethras reached up, his large arms not shaking even the slightest bit. The steadiest hands in Thedas; Varlen could attest to that. That’s why he was the one doing the delicate work, and Varlen was simply the model. The slow breathing, perfectly frozen model. It was teamwork at its finest.

“Is it…?” 

Sethras’s brow dipped for a moment, his pink tongue just poking past his lips as he concentrated with all the force of a thousand chess players, staring at a single board, trying to out-think all their opponents simultaneously. Then, his face cracked into a rare grin, and he sat back, lowering his arms. Smug. Satisfied. Varlen also grinned, his white teeth flashing.

“How many this time?!”

“Eight!”

“Eight?!— w-whoahhhh…!” In his excitement, Varlen nearly moved too much. He caught himself just in time, as Seth’s golden eyes widened slightly, then relaxed again. “Don’t worry vhenan, I’ve got it!”

Seth chuckled warmly, his expression softening. “Yes. Good.”

For a moment, they were both silent. Just appreciating their handiwork. Seth inhaled deeply, then let out the breath calmly. Varlen fought the desire to fidget.

“… What now?” Seth asked finally, also clearly confused about what to do once victory had been achieved. Varlen frowned. That was a good question.

“You can try to eat them?”

“How?” Seth’s gaze drifted upwards a little. “They fall.”

“Try to not make them fall!”

“Too hard.”

“No it’s…” Varlen’s voice wavered. His eyes were… watering. There was a strange sensation at the back of his nose; a tightness. A tingling.

Oh no.

“S-Seth….” Varlen managed, his voice sounding thick. Foggy. NO NO NO NO! NOT NOW!

“Kadan?” concern laced Seth’s voice but Varlen couldn’t move! Not without…! But the pressure was building. Mounting. Too much to ignore. He couldn’t will it away! It was… it was…

Suddenly, Varlen sneezed, and all around him rained eight rainbow coloured macarons. They landed on the sheets. On the floor. A pink one landed between Varlen’s crossed legs, hiding in the hollow.

“FENEDHIS!” Varlen cried, wiping his nose angrily with the back of his hand, eyes still bleary from trying and failing to fend off the traitorous sneeze. “THAT’S SO UNFAIR!”

“It’s okay.” Seth tried to calm Varlen down, but the elven man was livid. He folded his arms, jutting out his lower lip. It was, all in all, a rather petulant display of disappointment, coming from a man in his early twenties. 

“No, it isn’t! You love these! Now most of them are dirty, or smooshed.” Varlen sighed, gazing up at Seth apologetically. He was surprised to see a glimmer of amusement in the Vashoth’s golden eyes. They flicked down, pointedly, before back up to meet Varlen’s gaze.

“Not all, kadan…” 

At first, Varlen frowned, confused. Then, he yelped in surprise as Seth leaned down, placing his head between Varlen’s crossed legs. He stayed down there for a moment, and Varlen’s amused giggles became a touch more breathy. Then, Seth emerged, a pink macaroon clutched victoriously between his teeth. Varlen applauded grandiosely, a look of approval on his slightly flushed face.

“Well done! Great job, Sethy!”

Seth, biting the macaroon in half and taking the remainder in his fingertips, brought it gently to Varlen’s mouth, brushing it across the elf’s lower lip.

“Not done yet.”

Varlen smiled, and snatched the desert from Seth’s teasing fingertips, swallowing it swiftly, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.

#30: Sharing a Bath - Sethras Adaar x Varlen Lavellan (1000 words)

Varlen stared at the hotspring, a makeshift towel wrapped around his waist loosely as he eyed thesteaming water. A part of him was a bit excited by the idea; after all, he’dwaited long enough for the rest of the soldiers in their group to have their turns and getout. Now, night had well and truly fallen, and it cast an almost eerie hue overnature’s steaming bathhouse. It was as though a low fog clung to it all, andVarlen swallowed, taking another look around. Hoping he wasn’t being watched. Well, by anyone aside from his chosen companion.

“Okay… Come on.” hewhispered sharply, and there was the sound of a few sticks breaking underfootas a large Vashoth suddenly emerged from the trees, seeming to melt out of theshadows in a way that was completely at odds with his massive form.

“Safe?” Seth askedsimply, and Varlen nodded.

“Yeah, those otherassholes have gone to bed, I think. Or drank themselves into comas.” he snortedslightly at his own catty comment, walking forward a few steps to delicatelydip his toe into the hot spring. He hissed sharply at first, flinching away,but it was simply because he was not ready for the sudden change intemperature. The night air was, after all, rather chilly. It sent shiversracing along Varlen’s bare torso, and as he submerged his foot in the water, hefelt rather overcome by a desire to slide in up to his neck.

“Slow.” Sethinstructed, and Varlen groaned, hating that he was right. He’d heard plenty ofstories about people who had dove into hot springs and started gettinglight-headed from the heat. The last thing he needed was for Seth to have tofish him out and carry him back to camp, naked as the day he was born.

“All right, all right…”Varlen murmured, and the delicate, almost glass-like sound of disturbed watersignified Seth joining him at the edge of the spring. The large qunari hadalready abandoned his towel, draping it over a tree branch. Varlen glanced downat his waist, then looked around again, making sure they weren’t being watchedfor the fifth time in a minute. Then, he slipped the towel off, tossing it ontoa patch of grass, not interested in hanging it meticulously like his companion.A few swift steps later and he was waist-deep, holding his breath as his skin tingledand stung – less from the heat, and more from the various cuts and scrapes hehad accumulated from the course of their fighting and travelling.

“Fenedhis…” Varlenhissed through clenched teeth, bristling as he waited for the sensation topass, lips curved in tightly and eyes squeezed closed. When he opened them again, he could seeSeth’s watching him silently, those golden orbs like tiny stars, drawing him indespite the darkness. They were edged with concern, but Varlen gave him a relaxedsmile, wading in a little deeper until the water was just below his chest. “…Sorry, Sethy. I’m fine. It’s just nice to have a bath. How long has it been?”

Seth’s brows pulleddownwards for a moment as he thought. Varlen felt himself smile. He looked so cute when he pulled that face. Well, cute in an I could break your spine but you still want to cuddle me kind of way.

“A week?” Seth said finally, but it was just as much a question as an answer.

Varlen nodded. Thatsounded about right. Then he looked back at Seth. He appeared to be sitting onsomething. A ledge, perhaps? It was the only reason why the water would evercome up so high on him, lapping gently at the tops of his shoulders. Deciding thatsitting on a ledge might be nice, Varlen began walking towards him, steps tentativeas the rocks on the bottom of the hot spring jabbed the soles of his feet. Seth’smouth opened, but before he could sound any kind of warning, Varlen took another stepand vanished with a stifled yelp. Ina few seconds, he was back again, breaking through the surface with flailingarms, coughing and spluttering indignantly. WHY WASIT SO DEEP?!

Strong hands snagged Varlengently under his arms and pulled him through the water, sparing the elven manfrom having to do anything but hang limply, his long silver hairtrailing behind him in a sheepish wake. The remainder was plastered all over his face,covering his eyes, but he just felt too disgruntled to deal with it at thatmoment. However, a low, rumbling laugh rose to find Varlen’s ears, and he soon foundhimself sitting down. But it was not on a rocky ledge. It was hard, but the kind ofhardness associated with muscle as opposed to stone, giving way just a bit to the touch. Perched on Seth’s thigh,Varlen folded his arms sulkily as the Vashoth’s careful hands smoothed his silver locks offhis face, granting him the gift of sight once again.

“Tried to warn.” Sethsaid apologetically, but his lips were curved into a smile that indicated at leastsome degree of amusement. Varlen wanted to maintain his prickly demeanour, butwith those unassumingly gentle fingers combing through his hair, and the warmththat enveloped him like a blanket on all sides, he just didn’t have the heart or will. Instead, he sighed, sliding further along Seth’s thigh and turning until hisback was leaning against the Vashoth’s torso. The fact that their naked bodies werepressed so close was not lost on Varlen, and he was vaguely aware of tightnessin the pit of his stomach when he spared it any kind of significant thought. But for the moment, hepushed the feeling aside. He was simply content to sit there, leaning against hisvhenan, feeling warm water and warm hands run over his skin both above andbelow the surface of the hot spring, coaxing all the tension out of his body.

They stayed like thatfor a time, before Varlen realised he had closed his eyes and was drifting off.Shaking himself awake with a shivering jolt, he cleared his throat, and tiltedback his head against Seth’s chest. Catching Seth’s gaze, he smiled tiredly; the kind of gentlesmile one offers a lover in the early morning as they trace the lines of theirsleeping face. Seth leaned forward, nuzzling the top of Varlen’s hair in thatway he always did, and the elven man laughed, sliding off Seth’s thigh andswimming around behind him. Then, he reached up, placed his hands on Seth’sshoulders, and began to rub in firm yet relaxing circles. Feeling the musclesstart to ease and loosen as the Vashoth got used to his presence and his touch,melting into it instead of resisting it, as was his instinct.

“Your turn…” Varlenmurmured in his ear, before planting a fleeting kiss just below the lobe. Seth let out a deep hum of acceptance and contentment.

It was just as wellthe other soldiers back at camp were either asleep or too drunk to notice theirabsence.