#eren lavellan
This is going to be the angsty start of a series about Hawke and my Inquisitor Lavellan. Albeit here, not being yet inquisitor. Would you like me to turn these into comics? Let me know below.
Enjoy!
Somewhere in the Free Marches, 3 years prior the Temple of Sacred Ashes
The silence settled for a moment between them, the soft hum of the wind the only sound in the meadow. Then, the elf spoke, clutching her staff close to her body.
- You know I have to, Hawke.- Eren insisted. Her eyes were pointed, narrowed, on the patch of grass between the man’s feet.
- Let me come with you at least - His voice always steady, but barely composed.
- You can’t, Hawke. How could I let you? It’s about my clan.
- It is always about your bloody clan! - He cried out - your traditions, your ideas, yourfamily. But them, they don’t care about you! What about our family, Eren?
Eren raised her eyes towards Hawke. He was much bigger than she, cloaked and armed, but in that moment she felt she could shatter him. She saw it in his eyes. She was so angry.
-You go about, Champion of Kirkwall - she spit the title in his face - with your tormented past, looking as if you can just sweep me off my feet, and drag me away from my responsibilities—He stepped heavily towards her, his hands open at his sides as though summoning some kind of energy from the soil beneath him- Don’t! - she interrupted him, her eyes now unfocused with anger. - You can’t see me over that past of yours. So you know what? If you don’t respect me, my culture, if you don’t try, why are you here still?-
-Because! - he grabbed her shoulders, gaping desperately at her - Because you can be my family.
Eren shoved him away.
-YOU HAVE NO FAMILY.
That, that silenced him. And she knew she should have regretted the words, and would, later. But she was tired of him dragging her back into his glorious shadow, over, and over again. And she was actually enjoying making him suffer now, see him bend over the cruel truth hidden behind her words, no matter how much she loved him, she knew it had to be done.
-You keep losing your family. Even before it is born, it seems - She said, while instinctively shifting a hand over her own belly - but you don’t know what it means, still.
She turned away then.
- Go back to your Kirkwall, Champion. Forget about me, and the Lavellan name.
She said, and without looking back, she rode off towards the Dales, to her clan, which she had left for a long time for this man.
And Hawke stood there, the wind now screeching in his ears, nails on glass.
Some sketches of Eren Lavellan and the man that complicated th shit outta her story arc…
Hawke.
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Eren Lavellan // The World
This will be the first of a tre-part series!
Eren is a tenacious elf, a mage from Nevarra. She mostly grey up on river shores, with the Dalish merchant trade in small towns.
Eren has always been described as sweet but honest, and sometimes much too impulsive. She is very invested in Occult, Necromancy and history of the Ancient Elves. She is knowledgeable but very naive, until she gets the chance to travel when she turns 20. And it’s s then, during her travels, that she will meet one very special human…
Stay tuned!
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This is going to be the angsty start of a series about Hawke and my Inquisitor Lavellan. Albeit here, not being yet inquisitor. Would you like me to turn these into comics? Let me know below.
Enjoy!
Somewhere in the Free Marches, 3 years prior the Temple of Sacred Ashes
The silence settled for a moment between them, the soft hum of the wind the only sound in the meadow. Then, the elf spoke, clutching her staff close to her body.
- You know I have to, Hawke.- Eren insisted. Her eyes were pointed, narrowed, on the patch of grass between the man’s feet.
- Let me come with you at least - His voice always steady, but barely composed.
- You can’t, Hawke. How could I let you? It’s about my clan.
- It is always about your bloody clan! - He cried out - your traditions, your ideas, yourfamily. But them, they don’t care about you! What about our family, Eren?
Eren raised her eyes towards Hawke. He was much bigger than she, cloaked and armed, but in that moment she felt she could shatter him. She saw it in his eyes. She was so angry.
-You go about, Champion of Kirkwall - she spit the title in his face - with your tormented past, looking as if you can just sweep me off my feet, and drag me away from my responsibilities—He stepped heavily towards her, his hands open at his sides as though summoning some kind of energy from the soil beneath him- Don’t! - she interrupted him, her eyes now unfocused with anger. - You can’t see me over that past of yours. So you know what? If you don’t respect me, my culture, if you don’t try, why are you here still?-
-Because! - he grabbed her shoulders, gaping desperately at her - Because you can be my family.
Eren shoved him away.
-YOU HAVE NO FAMILY.
That, that silenced him. And she knew she should have regretted the words, and would, later. But she was tired of him dragging her back into his glorious shadow, over, and over again. And she was actually enjoying making him suffer now, see him bend over the cruel truth hidden behind her words, no matter how much she loved him, she knew it had to be done.
-You keep losing your family. Even before it is born, it seems - She said, while instinctively shifting a hand over her own belly - but you don’t know what it means, still.
She turned away then.
- Go back to your Kirkwall, Champion. Forget about me, and the Lavellan name.
She said, and without looking back, she rode off towards the Dales, to her clan, which she had left for a long time for this man.
And Hawke stood there, the wind now screeching in his ears, nails on glass.
