h/c: All those years ago, Duncan actually visited at the Tabris house (even though he didn’t invite Adaia to join the Wardens in the end). And these were the looks he was met with.
I said I wouldn’t but I did. At the end of the day, headcanons are fine and all - but I posted a visual representation of mine - and people got upset for valid reasons. Learning’s a process and it can take a while, esp. if emotions and ego get in the way. I could go on and on about why I didn’t want to change my mind at first but did in the end, but it all boils down to ‘I was wrong and I said stupid things’ and ‘I needed time to process and to take a good, hard look at my reasoning and sort my priorities out’.
Anyhow. An updated Adaia (still an OC version of her, but hopefully I managed to fix the skin tone) and an updated version of Lenn. As any canon update, even a cosmetic one, the idea took getting used to. But I think I like them better now.
EDIT: An updated version of the pic. Fixed some (not all but I got tired) colouring issues.
° Lennan Tabris. Darrian Tabris.Shianni Tabris.
Three angry Tabris kids. Lennan (the future leader of unified armies against the Blight) was a reluctant babysitter before he became a reluctant hero.
Also featuring Darrian Tabris (the future Archdemon slayer) and Shianni Tabris (the future Bann of the Denerim alienage), who clearly have some kind of dispute to settle (but LENNAN WON’T LET THEM.)
“When I was little, I used to be afraid of them,” Lennan murmurs and chuckles at some old, half-forgotten memory. “Of what?” “Poppies. Once I stumbled into a patch of poppies while chasing a butterfly. I started screaming so loud half the alienage thought someone was being murdered.” Zevran shakes his head and grins. “What’s scary about poppies?” Lennan’s brows come together in a thoughtful frown. “Dunno. Maybe because they looked like they were screaming? Later I got this idea that whenever you hold your anger or your grief back… When you want to cry or scream but instead you dip your head and grit your teeth and just…bear it…whatever it is… A poppy blooms for you somewhere. I thought maybe that was why there were so many of them in our alienage.” He smiles. “It’s poppycock, obviously…” Zevran looks around and raises an ironic eyebrow. “So we’re lying amidst a field of screams. And here I thought we were being romantic.” A warm, soft smile flutters across Lennan’s lips and nestles in his eyes. “I could have been wrong. Maybe they’re smiles waiting to happen.” Zevran inches closer and kisses Lenn’s shoulder. “Now, that is an uncharacteristicallyhopeful thought, my dear Warden.” “You’re a terrible influence, Zev,” Lennan mumbles sleepily as he snuggles up to him and closes his eyes.
EDIT: Just a note… Lennan has been redesigned since these were drawn but I like them too much to remove them. But if you come across this and actually see this note, pls do not reblog. Those scenes need to be repainted. :-)
…running errands, probably. Arana is a skilled gardener and spends a lot of time at the communal garden and orchard, so I imagine that’s where they’re returning from…
