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Dragon Age Dossier:
↳ The Hawke Family -
Bethany and my warrior Norina Hawke
Anders and Justice
Done with the pics for a while.
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Bethany, Marian and Wesley
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Bethany
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A Chance Encounter (sorry, I stink at titles)
For Cherith
Bethany/Teagan
MotA spoilers for those that haven’t played it yet.Alrighty, this is my last gift as a relief elf for the DA Fandom Holiday Gift exchange. I wanted to write Cherith a story with Teagan, because I loves the Bann of Rainesfere. I also liked the idea of creating a world where Circle!Bethany gets some non-templar romancing. I hope you enjoy!
Isolde was going on about something or other, her voice sounded shrill to Teagan’s ears, even though he normally didn’t mind his sister-in-law. She had a big heart, was a kind, pious woman and deeply devoted his brother and their son. But after traveling with her to the remote stretch of the Vimmark Mountains to Chateau Haine, he needed a small break from her.
He missed Rainesfere, the craggy red land, abutted by the mountains with snowy white tops glistening in the distance, the wind whistling through the walls of the modest house he called home. Teagan was the Bann, but Rainesfere was a remote, desolate stretch of land near the Frostbacks, and many people preferred the comforts of nearby Redcliffe. He didn’t mind, the few people that inhabited Rainesfere were a particular sort of hardy and he liked them, while they in turn, adored him, for he treated them as fairly as possible.
During their travels to the Chateau, where they were to, of all things, participate in a wyvern hunt, Isolde had briefed him on everyone that she knew would be in attendance. It was an exhausting list, and he’d listened in silence as she rattled off all the various offenses the Comtess Dulci de Launcet had committed against her over the years. The two women had a legendary rivalry, but he didn’t actually know or care how it had begun.
“Teagan, are you even listening to me?” Isolde’s voice gouged into his thoughts, the accusation too much for him to take.
“I can assure you I am not.” Teagan replied, and Isolde blanched at his frankness, unaccustomed to it, though she’d known Teagan for half her life. “But by all means, keep talking.” He said. “I find it too quiet when you aren’t.” -
Feels Like Home
For Serindrana
Bethany/CullenI’m a relief pitcher for the Secret Elves, but I’m here to spread so much cheer to Serindrana.
It was always Marian that garnered the bulk of the attention, but it never truly bothered Bethany, not as it had bothered Carver. She was what their mother always called sweet, but really meant something more vague, not jealous or insecure but something that fell short of self-assured. There was no reason to compete with anyone in her eyes, especially not when her life was nothing she’d like to hold up in comparison.
Sitting outside Gamlen’s wretched hovel, Bethany often looked up at the smoggy sky, trying to find one bright star to pierce through the poisoned fog. Alone, outside, she asked for wisdom, guidance, the strength that she needed to get by in Kirkwall. It was just so much harder here, harder for all of them without Carver. Mother seemed to feel it as deeply as she did, and it comforted her, even though she knew they were mourning two different things. Carver was Mother’s precious boy, her baby, younger than Bethany by eleven minutes. She’d always held those minutes over him, but when thought of him now she’d wished he’d been the older one, just to give him a little more life.
