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Ooh, Sienna, I actually haven’t done many headcanons for my little warden, thank you! 

☾ - Sleep Headcanon:

Sienna flops all night long to get comfortable, the poor thing was too long for most of the beds at the Circle and her toes would dangle over the edge. It’s not until she has to sleep on a bedroll that she finds comfort. When her and Alistair start sharing a tent, she’s a little uncomfortable at the sleeping form next to her. Unfamiliar with someone so close but she learns over time that having a pair of warm, loving arms snuggling her close is the only way she wants to sleep. 

☠ -angry/violent headcanon:

There was a Templar at the tower that would taunt Sienna mercilessly when she was about thirteen. She was taller than that other girls of course with frizzy red curls, so she stuck out like a sore thumb. At first it was just simple taunts, jabs, things that Sienna could shrug and move on. But soon simple insults weren’t enough and he began doing little things to break Sienna’s concentration, give her extra work to do outside her studies, and was strict on her. Sienna was afraid to come forward, afraid that the bullying would get worse. One day it all came to a head, Sienna was sketching in her journal when he took it from her, flipping through the pages and mocking the drawing she had of her mother. Angry, she set the top of the table aflame. Sienna was of course sitting in front of Knight-Commander Gregior and First Enchanter Irving that she explained the months of bullying how sorry she felt for loosing her temper. Upon further investigation it turned out the Templar wasn’t bullying her because she was a mage, but because when he learned she was an Amell he started the bullying - seems their families had some discrepancy over a parcel of land years ago and his family never seemed to let it go (or so the story goes). Sienna of course had her own lectures to listen to about coming forward sooner and what would happen if this had gotten worse, but when she asked what happened to the Templar, she was told that it was nothing she would have to worry about again. 

∇ old age/aging headcanon: 

(I’m just going to say she finds a cure because wouldn’t we all like to think that?) 

Sienna and Alistair have always teased each other about growing old but that shadow of one day facing the Calling hidden in those words. When Sienna returns with the cure however, the future is something they look forward to, something they can plan on. Their ideas seem endless now, where do they want to live? What will they do to pass the day? Children? Children, a possibility? They’ll try anyway. Aging has tempered her pride some and she’s looking forward to stepping down from such titles like ‘Hero of Ferelden’ and ‘Warden-Commander’ now she can just be Sienna and have her forever with Alistair. 

-I made the last one a bit sappy, but I love my cinnamon roll so much. 

Ooh - good ones stephy! <3

Nerine - Rage:

Nerine definitely has a problem dealing with rage. She bottles things to almost a dangerous level. In fact, when she found out her cousin Thomas died in the Kirkwall Rebellion, she was so enraged she walked into the nearest pub and started a massive brawl, earning herself a stay in a holding cell. Almost ironically, because she’s so brash, it’s Cassandra that helps Nerine learn to vent her rage and not bottle things up so much. 

Nuala - Repair:

Nuala likes to make small repairs to armor and weapons, particularly those of her inner circle or Cullen’s. Buffing out nicks and bends, taking time to properly sharpen and oil a blade so it draws easier, honing the edge for smoother cut. All done while complaining about the misuse of gear and equipment. 

Sienna - Raise:

Being raised in the tower, you’re bound to get a nickname. Sienna definitely earned one by the time she was entering her adolescent years. She grew tall faster than those her age, had an unkempt mop of fiery red curls, and had a natural talent for fire magic. When the others started calling her “matches”, it stuck to her like glue. Sienna was always practicing fire spells, marveling at the little flames she could make. She was tall, thin, and could easily produce fire; ‘matches’ just seemed to fit the young mage. 

Evie giggled breathlessly as Sarita traced the curve of her breast with the small bundle of lilacs. They were for once, mercifully alone. Together in a small clearing in the forests, the sunset painting the leaves and trees and flowers in shades of pinks and gold. Sarita had led her here promising a surprise and when Evie was distracted by all the flowers she had stepped behind the mage and kissed the curve of her neck. Evie had shivered then, allowing herself to be led down into the soft grass and Sarita's nimble fingers slowly unlaced the simple gown she had worn on their little trip.

The gentle spring breeze blew all around them teasing Evie's nipples into deliciously hard points. Sarita was content for now just to explore her lovers body with soft and teasing touches. There was a small bouquet next to them and she would turn Evie into a beautiful and lush meadow. Done with the lilacs she placed the purple flowers between Evie's soft, full breasts, carelessly running a hand over left one and smiled adoringly as Evie arched her back up into the maddeningly soft touch.

The elf gathered a handful of daises and wove them into the deep red of Evie's hair, the small white petals contrasting nicely like little snowdrops. She smiled brightly when she picked up a small yellow flower and traced it along Evie's cheek and her lips before holding it close to her chin. "You know, my mother told me that if you hold a buttercup to someone's chin and it shines yellow you can tell if they like butter." Evie looked up at her, eyes soft and full of trust.

"And, do I?"

Sarita pretended to think for a moment before turning mockingly serious. "I think further testing may be required. Just to be sure, you see."

"Certainty is...is important..." Evie's breath hitched as Sarita suddenly kissed along her jawline. She let out a soft hum of agreement before she kissed Evie full on the mouth, her lips parting slightly as the elf ran her hands down the luscious curves of the human woman underneath her.

Lazily, as though they had all of the time in the world she kissed her way down to her breasts, kneading and caressing the soft flesh before pinching the nipples just a little. One of her hands slid down underneath Evie's skirts, running her fingers over the lace smalls that were already soaked with anticipation.

Fingers, deft from lockpicking slid under the lace and began rubbing gentle and then firm circles around her clitoris, she smiled smugly at the little sparks of magic she could feel in the air around Evie. She kissed Evie's stomach just below her breasts. "You are so beautiful," she sighed happily.

Evie blushed a little before bending forward a little to push a raven lock of hair out of the way of Sarita's eyes. "And you are wearing far too many clothes."

Sarita pulled back a little, just long enough to pull the soft blue dress she had on over her hair leaving her completely naked, small pert breasts quivering slightly in the cooling air. "Better?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Much," Evie agreed reaching out to hold her close only to look confused when Sarita pulled back once more.

Pulled back only to disappear under her skirts. She felt rather than saw her small get pulled down to her ankles only to be replaced by Sarita's mouth pressing hot and open kisses to her silken folds. Her nose was just nudging the pearl of her sex as she began to lap more eagerly at her. Evie arched her back again enjoying the attentions being lavished on her. Suddenly her tongue was pressed as deeply inside her as could be managed, probing enticingly.

Sarita groaned at the delicious taste of her filling her mouth. All of her senses were full of Evie. The taste of her, the smell of her arousal, the feel of her skin, the sounds of her sighs and whimpers as she approached her climax. Sarita prodded her to raise one leg over her shoulder and she latched her lips over her clitoris, giving it quick and firm strokes with her tongue and moaning around her. Long and slender fingers slid inside her setting up a delicious contretemps to the sweep of her tongue. Sarita kept her own legs closed, determined to stave of her own arousal until she had reduced Evie to a whimpering and quivering mess.

Evie tried desperately to stifle her cries of pleasure as her climax fell upon her like a waterfall. She smiled contentedly as the elf emerged once more, slightly dishevelled, cheeks flushed and the evidence of Evie's ecstasy around her mouth. Sarita flopped down next to her, their fingers intertwined and smiled when Evie kissed her hungrily, the flowers she had been adorned with scattered around them both.

They rubbed their noses together, their heartbeats slowing before Evie whispered to ask when they were due back.

"Not for a while yet, I got someone to cover for our absence. Why?"

Evie grinned wickedly, "Because now it is your turn."

“NO!” Nerine bellowed, her blades cutting through the Red Templar in front of her, armor and face painted in the spray of blood as she felled her enemy, leaping over bodies to the Inquisitor. Nerine caught Evie as her knees gave out, her slender hand wrapping around the arrow’s shaft that protruded from Evie’s abdomen. Cradling Evie in her arms, Nerine looked down at her younger cousin, her Herald, and with a shaking hand she pulled Evie’s hand from the shaft. “You mustn’t pull on it, Evie, we - we have to get you to a healer.” Nerine stuttered, pulling Evie closer to her body, mindful of the arrow.

“Nerine, please-please tell Cullen I love him…tell Cullen I’ll always love him.” Evie requested, her body slipping into shock, her face suddenly peaceful as her blood steeped and soaked the earth below.

“You can tell him yourself, when-when we get you back to a healer and back to Skyhold and you can tell him and..and.”Nerine was trying to stay calm, muttering all the prayers she knew while looking over the chaotic battlefield for a healer, the fighting was so intense but the Trevelyans were somehow immune to it now.  A cold hand pressed against Nerine’s cheek and she looked back down at Evie, tears spilling from Nerine’s eyes, carving paths through the blood and dirt that marked her face.

Evie smiled, pulling the last bits of mana to heal a cut underneath Nerine’s eye. “Always so reckless, Nerine…” Evie’s last words were breathless whispers.

WHAAA??!!!! I can’t have both! You’re a wicked woman!

If I had to choose though, it would be Alistair (sorry Cullen) and everyone would quickly get sick of our constant puns and our sassy commentary, but that’s what you get! I’d click better with Alistair and feel like we would balance each other well, I feel like he would bring me out of my shell and put up with my zaniness.  We’d be Wardens and make the most out of our time together (when we’re not hacking darkspawn to pieces that is.) <3

Cullen would be a great friend but romantically I feel our personalities would clash too much. Both being stubborn, we’d have a disagreement and play the silent game for a month. Cullen still makes a great sex kitten though, lol.