#aedan cousland

[saltlordofold]

ye olde classic messy dao sketch dump which is how you know life is kicking my ass

[infinityoftwo]

I saw @chimeowrical ‘s warden starter kit and i just had to make one for Aedan!

So this is my Zevran Romance Cousland

[v-arbellanaris]

in light of this post i wanna talk abt my ocs names!!!! obv some of u were already here for the changes but!!!! the logic behind my da oc names hehehehe

WARDENS

Evadne (/iːˈvædniː/; Ancient Greek: Εὐάδνη): From Greek Εὐάδνη (Euadne), from εὖ (eu) meaning "good" possibly combined with Cretan Greek ἀδνός (adnos) meaning "holy".

Explanation: Felt like an unwell name for a trans Circle mage to choose for herself.

Kalyani (/kæljɑːni/; Sanskrit: कल्याणी): Means "beautiful, lovely, auspicious" in Sanskrit.

Explanation: Default Tabris is Kallian, which seems like a good Fereldan name, but I really wanted to draw on themes around belonging and identity with Kal, and so giving her a name that could be confused for Kallian was something I really wanted to do - to reflect the Anglicisation that often happens to our mothertongue names. Also, desi elves ftw.

Faris (/ˈfaː.ris/; Arabic; فارس): Means "horseman, knight" in Arabic.

Explanation: One of my favourite names.

Aedan (/ˈeɪ.dən/; Old Irish: Áedán): From the Old Irish name Áedán meaning "little fire", a diminutive of Áed.

Explanation: Literally just the default m!Cousland name because I could not be bothered.

CHAMPIONS

Lysander (/laɪˈsændə/): Latinized form of the Greek name Λύσανδρος (Lysandros), and it means "liberator".

Explanation: Pro-mage Hawke. Self explanatory (:

Miranda (/mɪ.ˈɹæn.də/): Derived from Latin mirandus meaning "admirable, wonderful". The name was created by Shakespeare for the heroine in his play The Tempest (1611), in which Miranda and her father Prospero are stranded on an island.

Explanation: I do just like the name but hmmm potentially some thoughts around mage!Hawke and Malcolm dynamics...?

Damon (/ˈdeɪ.mən/; Ancient Greek: Δάμων): Derived from Greek δαμάζω (damazo) meaning "to tame". According to Greek legend, Damon and Pythias were friends who lived on Syracuse in the 4th century BC. When Pythias was sentenced to death, he was allowed to temporarily go free on the condition that Damon take his place in prison. Pythias returned just before Damon was to be executed in his place, and the king was so impressed with their loyalty to one another that he pardoned Pythias.

Explanation: Thinking about Handers so no one talk to me rn.

Amalia (/a.ˈmaː.li̯a/; Greek; Αμαλία): Short form of Germanic names beginning with the element amal. This element means "unceasing, vigorous, brave", or it can refer to the Gothic dynasty of the Amali (derived from the same root).

Explanation: Chose this one because I wanted a warrior!Hawke, who was only ever really a warrior because of necessity. Of all my Hawkes, Mal is actually the one who adapts to being a noble well (Leandra's daughter, through and through), and so I wanted to explore different kinds of strength.

Alexis (/ə.ˈlɛk.sɪs/; Ancient Greek; Ἄλεξις): From the Greek name Ἄλεξις (Alexis) meaning "helper" or "defender", derived from Greek ἀλέξω (alexo) meaning "to defend, to help".

Explanation: Felt like a super fitting name for a red warrior Hawke tbh!!!!

Joan (/ˈd͡ʒoʊn/): Medieval English form of Johanne, an Old French form of Iohanna (Joanna). A famous bearer was Joan of Arc, a patron saint of France (where she is known as Jeanne d'Arc). She was a 15th-century peasant girl who, after claiming she heard messages from God, was given leadership of the French army. She defeated the English in the battle of Orléans but was eventually captured and burned at the stake.

Explanation: Joan is my pro-Templar Sebmancing playthrough. Of course I named her after Joan of Arc.

Maimunah (/maj.ˈmuː.nah/; Arabic: ميمونة): Means "auspicious, blessed, favourable" in Arabic, in the Malay and Indonesian form.

Explanation: Thought about Malcolm naming his tiny mage daughter and wanted to cry. Also, I've always really loved this name - I knew an adult with this name as a kid, and she was really just... I admired her so much. So why not!!!

INQUISITOR

Isra (/ʔis.ˈraːʔ/; Arabic: إسراء): Means "nocturnal journey", derived from Arabic سرى (sara) meaning "to travel at night" - refers to the Prophet's journey from Makkah to Jerusalem (Isra' and Mi'raj)

Explanation: If you know the context behind this name, then the link to the Herald is quite obvious.

Iskandar (/ʔis.ˈkan.dar/; Arabic: إسكندر): Arabic, Malay and Indonesian form of the name Alexander, which is the Latinized form of the Greek name Ἀλέξανδρος (Alexandros), which meant "defending men" from Greek ἀλέξω (alexo) meaning "to defend, help" and ἀνήρ (aner) meaning "man" (genitive ἀνδρός).

Explanation: I've talked a bit abt it before over here!

Mahanon

Explanation: Default m!Lavellan name.

Ellana

Explanation: Default f!Lavellan name.

Marya (/ˈma.rʲjə/)

Explanation: Actually, I wanted to do Arya but. Um. I accidentally. Anyway.

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday!! I would love to see something for "complimenting your best friend over small things, that realistically only someone who’s in love with that person would notice" from Best Friends to Lovers prompts — perhaps for Alistair?? Have fun :D

Happy Friday, darling!! 💜💜💜

For @dadrunkwriting

"That's a good color on you."

Alistair held his shirt up in confusion.  "This?  It's just standard Warden gear, so -"

"And it looks good."  He smiled and patted Alistair’s bare shoulder as he headed toward the river for his own bath.

He frowned as Aedan wandered off.  What was that about?  And why do I feel so-

"He likes you." Leliana was suddenly behind him, and he yelped and jumped sideways, nearly dropping his shirt.  She laughed apologetically.  "I didn't intend to startle you."

Alistair raised one shoulder in a sheepish half-shrug, then frowned at the fabric in his hand.  “I certainly hope he likes me, we’ve been togeth - traveling for weeks.  And it’s just a blue shirt.”

She nodded.  “Exactly.”

What sort of answer was that?  “Exactly what?”

She reached up to ruffle his damp hair.  “You remember that lamp post question?” 

That had been one of the strangest conversations he’d ever accidentally stumbled into and he was still mortified. “Oh, Maker, don’t remind me,” Alistair groaned and covered his face.  “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Would that have made it better?” she asked gently.  “‘Excuse me, Aedan, but your fellow Warden is about to proposition you unintentionally and I need to save him from himself’?”

"I - point taken."  He sighed.  Talking with Aedan just felt so natural all the time that things just fell out of his mouth, and only later he would stare up at his tent wondering what possessed him to say things like that.

Leliana stood up on her toes to kiss his cheek then smiled.  "You know, in Orlais, it's terribly bad manners to receive a compliment and not return one.  Of course, it's become part of the Game now, and there are at least two land disputes in Verchiel that started over Cosinne de Montsimmard’s ugly shoes."

He pulled his shirt on.  "That's absurd."

She cocked her head.  "That's Orlais.  But my point is you didn't say anything nice back."

Oh dear.  Was this a nobility thing?  Alistair was a royal bastard and didn't know any of these rules. Had Aedan been expecting . . . something from him?  "What should I have done?"

She poked his chest. “Complimented him!”  

“He has . . . nice hands?”  It felt strange to say, but it was true.  Aedan’s hands were calloused from sword work, but still lovely and smooth.  Deft.  Elegant.

She grabbed his shoulders, then turned him around and pushed him toward the river.  “Tell him, not me.”

[thiefbird]

Hey hey! Hope you're having a great night! How about an Anders x Anyone prompt? “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” Hope the muse is helpful tonight!

I am, it's good to be back!

Have a cheeky Nanders for your @dadrunkwriting tonight, my friend! With a side of established Sigrun/Velanna

Maker, but they made a pretty picture together, wresting in the dusty training ring. Anders wasn't the only one to have noticed, either; everyone from the scullery maids to Sigrun to even Justice were watching as Cousland and the Howe duked it out.

He did have to assume the Spirit had less... earthly reasons for his interest, though.

The two men separated, panting and grinning, wild-eyed, at each other. Anders made eye contact with Sigrun, cuddled up against Velanna across the ring from where he leaned against a post. The little elf, of course, scowled at him, but he'd learned not to take it personally by now. Sigrun was about the only person she didn't glower at.

His attention switched back to the sparring men, who appeared to now be taking a break for water and discussing tactics. He pushed himself fully upright and hopped the fence, triggering a wolf-whistle from Sigrun.

"Hey, Howe," he called, adding a little wave to catch the older man's attention. He'd been flirting with more intention recently, not just his usual, low-level constant, and Nathaniel had undoubtedly been reciprocating his attentions.

Nathaniel turned at his name, eyebrows raised in question. "Yes, mage? We were about to start again; did you need the Commander?"

Oh, Maker, he was hot. Stripped down to nothing but a pair of sinfully tight, dark leather breeches, skin shining with sweat, he looked good enough to eat. "Oh, no, just thought I'd come wish my favourite archer luck, " he replied, swaying his hips dramatically as he stepped closer.

Nathaniel's lips pursed, but his eyes glittered with amusement. "I am, in fact, the only archer among us Wardens, so that ranking hardly says much about our friendship, now, does it, healer?"

"Oh, but even with another, they'd be hard-pressed to win my favor, " he tossed back with a cheeky wink. "No, your place in my affections is sealed, Howe. Best resign yourself to it!"

Nathaniel rolled his eyes, but chuckled despite himself. "If you are not here to spar, step back, healer. You are a distraction." He gripped Anders' shoulder with one hand, and his waist with the other, spinning him in an easy motion and sending him back to the stands with a gentle shove.

Anders felt his cheeks flush at the manhandling, mind immediately dropping into the gutter, as he stumbled back over to the other Wardens. Sigrun beamed at him, laughing at his flustered expression, and she tugged him to sit between her and Justice.

"Creators, shem, but you are embarrassing. Either bed the man or move on," Velanna complained. "I am tired of watching you two."

"Some of us wish to be wooed, and I am one of them," he responded haughtily. "Excuse me for having standards."

"You fall into bed with a new maid or soldier weekly," Velanna scoffed.

"Not recently." He'd given up his more casual trysts the moment Nathaniel had shown the slightest hint of interest. He still flirted, of course, he wasn't dead, but he hadn't acted on it in weeks.

"Hmmmph," was all Velanna deigned to reply with.

Sigrun elbowed her. "I think it's sweet,Lannan. Our Anders is in love!"

Anders flinched away, completely involuntarily, only playing it up after the fact to disguise the truth of the reaction; he threw himself into the dirt in pretend horror. "Don't slander my guys name like that, Sigrun! I simply realized the second most attractive man in the Vigil was interested in me, and am acting accordingly."

"Let me guess: the most attractive man being you?" Velanna sneered, and Anders winked at her.

"But of course, my lady."

"You're wrong on both counts," Sigrun corrected, as he knew she would; they'd had this argument countless times now. "Aedan is much more attractive than Nathaniel. Or you, sorry sweetie."

Grateful for the change of subject, he let his attention drift back to his Commander and Nathaniel. "You just like beards, Sugrun," he said distractedly.

He hopped up again the moment they called it a draw, trying his best to look casual as he once again approached the shorter man. "Maker, Nate, you don't know what you do to me, do you?" he asked once he got close went for a veneer of privacy.

Nathaniel, already flushed from exertion, turned a deeper shade of red at Anders' words. "I certainly have an idea, with the way you look at me, healer," he muttered, wiping his face dry on a scrap of linen.

"And how do I look at you?"

"The way I look at you. Only I have the sense to wait till the whole Vigil isn't staring."

[tookette]

It's terrible because I have to greet Iarl Howe and I want to ignore him for REASONS but Aedan's a good boy and his father is standing there 😭

Father if only you knew...

[deadlymaelstrom]

Hello! Do you happen to have the sliders for your Dragon Age: Inquisition Aedan Cousland? My Cousland looks very similar and I was hoping to remake mine in Inquisition. I'm a big fan of your work the DA fanon wiki, and you've been a big inspiration for fleshing out my Warden, Rylan.

I have a few sliders for Aedan Cousland, yes. And I'm glad it could help inspire fleshing out Rylan as well.

[teiranlavellan]

Unspoken Affection

@dadrunkwriting

@ocean-in-my-rebel-soul asked: Prompt for Morrigan x Cousland: an unspoken way of saying I love you?

Thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoy!

Carefully, Morrigan closed the door to Kieran’s room.  The small child was tucked in bed after a lengthy story, but Morrigan would stay close and watchful to ensure he remained that way until he actually fell asleep.  She sighed wearily as she prepared to attend to some chores while she kept her vigil.

Replacing the book upon its shelf, she turned for the kitchen of their home.  In becoming a mother, Morrigan had learned to tolerate more mess than she thought herself capable.  But that did not mean she did not try to turn the tide of sticky surfaces and never-ending soiled clothes.  Kieran would learn in time, but for now he was small and only so much can be expected at present.

Morrigan had walked through her clean kitchen, past Kieran’s chair that no longer held the jam from breakfast nor the freshly-scrubbed floor directly around the child’s chair that should have more of the child’s breakfast than what made it to their stomach.  It was not until she was staring directly at an empty basin that Morrigan realized there was nothing to be done.  Morrigan laughed quietly to herself.  She had forgotten.  She was no longer alone.

Standing in the room and surveying its tidiness, Morrigan thought back to only a week ago.  Aedan Cousland had joined her in this house.  And what an adjustment that had been.  It was true the Teyrn’s son had learned many skills he never anticipated needing rather quickly in the course of adventuring.  How to keep his own dishes clean and his own laundry while on the road.  But he had never been expected to take care of others nor a household’s daily chores.  He had been raised to adulthood with a small army of servants and cooks and gardeners and stable hands and what the castle did not directly employ, could be procured.

With a fond smile, Morrigan remembered their argument of late.  She had insisted that if he were to be a part of this family, then he would have to renounce his spoiled ways and clean the house without even being asked.  And it had been difficult for the Commander of the Grey and Teyrn of Highever’s son to do, but he swallowed his pride and learned how to scrub the floor.  Morrigan ran her fingers over the clean table as she left the kitchen, thinking fondly about the man who had given up his life and adapted to this one to be a family with her.

After checking that Kieran was indeed fast asleep, Morrigan passed through the once-ruin that was the home she had made for her and her son.  She had raised the stones long buried and filled in the missing walls with nearby stone and wood.  What she needed, she knew how to get and magic allowed her to do it all with time and effort.  Morrigan donned her animal-skin coat and followed the pull of her magic to the ring her lover still wore.

She had not expected Cousland to be this persistent.  No matter how many times she had reminded him of their agreement.  No matter how many times he found her in the Fade, seeking her even in dreams.  He never remembered these unconscious encounters; he was no mage.  But Morrigan remembered and each time it was harder to leave him.  Until one day, she gave in and they stepped through the Eluvian together.

Pulling on her boots, Morrigan stepped outside and found Aedan.  He was already returning, walking up the stone walkway that Morrigan had laid with the foundation.  When he saw her, he smiled gently in greeting before scooping her into his arms and hugging her close.  When he finally set her on her feet, he did not release his hold.  Instead, he buried his face into her neck and inhaled.

The separation had been hardest on him, but Morrigan did not lie to herself as she might have done to him if he had asked.  She had missed him too.

She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and basked in his unspoken affection, just holding him as he gently swayed and breathed.  Aedan sighed contently and Morrigan ran her fingers through his hair.  Without parting, they joined hands and stepped back into their home.

[ravensgard]

please don’t rb bradley james as arthur onto my dash, it’s reawakening my cousland obsession :(

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

Hello, Gigi's here with Questions!!!

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Those for Aedan with lots of love! 🥰

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

Those for... Miraak aka the Beloved Fenrik (because he is an oc)! 🥰

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

And those for the lovely Ravvy! 🥰

GIGI, YOU HAVE BLESSED ME WITH ALL THESE AMAZING ASKS, THANK YOU SO MUCH, GIRL! &lt;3 <3 The answers are form this ask game!

The Aedan stuff:

glance has been answered here! (also, I really do have something with tattoos today, because this ask made me want to write the fic where he gets his body doodled by his friends)

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

As I've said, he is about 185 cm, so he is tall, and as a warrior, his body is very muscular, he needs those muscles so that he has the strength to run around in heavy armor all day! But when he is in no immediate danger and can dress however he chooses, he doesn't really hide anything. I imagine him having lots of body heat, so he prefers lighter clothing. His ideal outfit is just his boxers, but unfortunately, he doesn't get the chance to wear that very often. Back in his old life at the castle, he had to wear more formal clothing, imagine the scandal of a noble wearing nothing but his boxers around! Still, he got reckless a few times, making his mother very upset and his father very amused. So all in all, he does not try to mask anything, he cares very little.

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Aedan is used to being still, he can't afford to be fidgety while in heavy armor, but if he sits down, he loves swinging his legs about. He walks a lot, so it helps his muscles relax, but it does not help at all in making him more intimidating, he looks ridiculously cute, like a kid waiting with his mom at the doctors' office :))) As for common tics, the man's eyebrows are very expressive!

The Fenrik (Miraak) stuff:

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

The Skaal party in Chapter 9 let to many revelations for dear Fenrik, and one of them is that he is not used to wearing pants :)) He is a bit too used to long robes. I mean, he's worn robes for all his life, so he does wear robes pretty much all the time. Robes feel like more freedom, a feeling that Fenrik appreciates in all its senses! But it's a nice change to wear pants every once in a while, it reminds him that now he does have free will and can do whatever he wants!

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

He used to have his Dragon Priest robes, but as you may have noticed, I made no mention of those so far, since he got out of Apocrypha. That's because when he woke up from his coma and recovered enough to get out of bed and take a bath, he just threw his 'Miraak robes' as far away as possible, in a corner in his room. Ravvy saw the robes while Fenrik was taking his bath, and because she did not trust him at all back then, she took them away from him and hid them in a locked chest. She thought his robes had some special enchantments that made him super powerful. She just gave him some of her enchanted robes. What she doesn't know is that Fenrik doesn't even want to look at his old robes anymore. They bring too many painful memories of the Dragon Cult, so he would never wear them again. So as for now, he just wears whatever robes he can, they're all heavily enchanted by Ravvy anyway! 

The Ravonna stuff:

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

Her amulet of Julianos from Endryn! Not only for the sentimental value, but also for the magical guidance and small buff it gives her. Julianos is the god that she prayed to the most. Well, not necessarily prayed, but meditated on and talked to. It all gives her balance and mana.

But that is more of an accessory than a piece of clothing, so to properly answer your question, her fave thing to wear is an ancient pair of pirate boots that Hjaldir got for her on one of his trips in High Rock. She wears them almost all the time! It was extremely hard to let the boots go in favour of some fancy heels at the Thalmor Embassy party. But she walked in those heels like a champ, and they made her a bit taller, which she appreciated since she attended the party with Rumarin, who is *the* tallest member of the fellowship.

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

I never thought of what Ravvy would wear in a modern AU! it's hard for me to picture her in anything else other than mage robes, but I believe she would adopt the comfy metalhead look in a modern AU. Baggy jeans, even baggier band shirts, a few tattoos, maybe? Jean and leather jackets for sure! And speaking of tattoos and everything, I just thought of the tattoo artist (Ravvy) x florist (Miraak) AND THAT IS THE SWEETEST THING, TRULY! It would be so cute!

[saltlordofold]

more dao stuff I’ve been using to cool down this week

[infinityoftwo]

A Continuation?? Redraw?? of this. Velanna finally got a coat

[v-arbellanaris]

i was tagged by the lovely @demandthedoodles to make my ocs on this picrew!!! so here they are <3 i really love how faris, mal, joan, isra and marya came out in this one!!!! so in order:

evadne amell - kalyani tabris

faris mahariel - aedan cousland

damon hawke - amalia hawke

joan hawke - alexis hawke - maimunah hawke

isra trevelyan - marya lavellan

mahanon lavellan - iskandar trevelyan (bonus for @quarkyw0lf13 hehehe)

tagging @justcallmecappy , @zevsurana , @crossdressingdeath , @honeysofte , @dreadfutures , @anneapocalypse , @ziskandra , @orion-the-onion , @flashhwing , @apostacism @amatres and anyone else who wants to do it, feel free to go ahead!

[calicostorms]

DAO OCs Masterlist

Organized alphabetically by last name, IDs are in alt text.

Kahan Aeducan: My canon warden! Grew up as the youngest of the Aeducan brothers, born to a noble hunter and Endrin Aeducan. He took well to the brutal politicking of Orzammar and was known for his enjoyment in crafting deals or taking down lesser noble house plots against his family. He relishes in keeping people he loves safe and got his hands dirty to keep theirs clean. Honor was very important to him until Bhelen's betrayal and after becoming a warden he took every opportunity to further his chances even at the expense of others.

He is especially close with Zevran and Morrigan and after defeating the archdemon he left to chase after a cure for the Blight, using leads from Morrigan and his own research. He occasionally joined up again with Zevran to fight the crows and by Inquisition he uses his political clout in Fereldan to force their hand and require their help in closing the Breach. He has taken in a younger ex-crow Zevran discovered in his travels by the name of Ainara, and taken up a renewed fight against the crows alongside his husband, Zevran.

Aedan Cousland: One of my multi warden world state ocs! Grew up alongside his twin sister and became an accomplished, if untested, swordsman. Lived a plush life until the death of most of the Cousland family before the Blight and fled on his own to escape through the sewers. He worked his nobility to his favor and helped amass allies against the Blight, joining the warden with his warriors and becoming a warden himself. He falls for Morrigan and happily performs the ritual at her request to save them, and spends much of his time after the Blight traveling alongside her and marveling in her magic and caring for their son.

Athras Mahariel: Best friends with Tamlen and known for their budding romance with Merrill before becoming a warden. Originally born to an ex city elven father and Dalish mother, Athras took to hunting like a fish to water and was frequently found in the halla pens in their youth. After Tamlen becomes blighted by the mirror, they reluctantly become a warden and form quick bonds with Alistair at Ostagar. Frequently confused by the shemlen world and its customs, Athras often confided in Morrigan and Alistair, occasionally seeking the advice of Oghren due to his battle prowess. They harden Alistair and place him on the throne due to a concern over elvhen well being, becoming his consort, and are often the one he seeks advice from in his kingship. Functionally they're a shadow ruler of Fereldan, though few would dare to say it.

Rheya Tabris: Born to a night elf who fought alongside Loghain and Maric to retake Fereldan, Rheya was taught the art of subterfuge but took far better to wielding a greatsword and armor. She had a fierce temper and was protective of others around her, particularly Soris, who she viewed like a younger brother. She looked forward to her match with Nelaros, and after his death to save her in the castle, she kept the ring.

She became a fierce warden and a champion of the downtrodden, helping where she could and giving money when she could not. She romanced Leliana, taken in by her idealistic views and her own experiences with loss, and viewed Alistair and Sten like brothers. Outraged by Loghain's betrayal of the city elves, she fought and executed him, placing Anora on the throne after many threats to do the same if her promises to treat the elves well rang shallow. After the Blight she traveled with Leliana for a time, diverging in Kirkwall to help the alienage elves there and investigating rumors of a cured blighted mirror. Became close friends with Merrill and continues to search for a Blight cure though her hope wanes by Inquisition when she begins to hear the false calling.

Cilian Theriel: My bitchy blood mage <3. In the Circle he was very well behaved and quiet, mostly to prevent any extra attention from Templars. He had feelings for his best friend, Enoch Surana, but never acted on them out of concern for causing templars to separate them. A star pupil with a penchant for entropy magic, he relishes in becoming a warden in spite of his worry for Jowan and Enoch.

He swiftly takes the view that he must end the blight no matter the cost, and begins using blood magic to further their chances. Distrusts Alistair and finds kinship in Morrigan, but eventually is charmed by Zevran and becomes his partner. In spite of his determination, he refuses the ritual with Morrigan, arguing that it's a step too far to bring something so powerful and unknown into the world even if it will save his life. He dies slaying the archdemon.

[celemee]

Hiiii and happy Friday! As promised, how about Stevran and “You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?” Thank you and have fun writing!

Hi, Noire! <3

Thanks so much for the prompt! Let's see what we have...

for @dadrunkwriting

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Aedan Cousland tries to hide his smirk as Zevran fusses around Sten. They'd only just returned to the camp, all of them beaten and a bit bruised, and Aedan's own arms had been occupied by Wynne, who'd collapsed again and reluctantly accepted his and Leliana's aid.

Sten had it worse; his wounds were very much bleeding through the hasty bindings and he'd needed Zevran and Alistair at his sides as they returned to camp.

Now that Wynne is safely back in her tent, Leliana tending to her, Aedan has gotten the fire going and taken a seat. Not at all to observe the unintended comedy of a big man trying to shoo a small elf away.

He wouldn't be that mean, would he?

"That's enough, elf," comes the gravelly and decidedly annoyed voice of Sten.

"Hold on a little longer, my friend," Zevran says patiently, wrapping a fresh bandage around his bicep. "We shall have you up and fighting in no time."

"We are not friends."

Aedan snorts before he can stop himself, earning himself a glare from Sten and a lifted brow from Zevran.

"Oh come on," he begins, rolling his eyes. "Everyone knows. Everyone."

Just then, Alistair returns with a bucketful of water he'd fetched from the nearby river. Aeden nods at him, pointing at Zevran and Sten. "Tell them, Alistair."

Three pairs of inquisitive eyes land on Alistair. He lifts a brow at them, gaze pausing on Aedan. "Tell them what?"

"That everyone knows about Zevran and Sten."

"Well... maybe," he says, but the colour that rises to Alistair's cheeks says more than words ever could.

"This is your fault, elf," Sten sighs, resigned.

Zevran, in the meantime, seems completely unfazed. "Perhaps. But if you think this means I will leave you alone and bleeding, you are sadly mistaken."

Aedan grins to himself, shaking his head. This seems the perfect time for a tactical retreat. "A word, Alistair?"

The two head towards the edge of the forest, but Aedan hears another sigh from Sten.

"You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?" Zevran's voice comes, teasing.

And shortly after, Sten's reply, not exactly hostile; "Nothing gets rid of you."

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I can't stream from my ps3 so I guess it's time to live blog my Aedan Cousland's story 😂