The End And The Beginning

The End and The Beginning

Chapter 2: The Beginning

Ghilara breathed in deep, letting the air fill her lungs. It was an indulgence, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. The drying grasses, the scent of the fresh wind off the snowpeaks, and the faint tingle of embarium at the back of her throat; these things meant home. They meant the place where her mamae had taught her to cook hearth cakes, where she had stolen her first kiss, where she had learned to shoot. As the memories washed over her, she waited for the inevitable pang, the punch to the stomach that always came when she thought of such things, when her mind told her body that those things were gone, never to be regained. But all she felt was the gentle but constant weight of grief and sentimentality settling over her shoulders.

Blurb:

“After every war, someone has to clean up. Things won’t straighten themselves up, after all. Someone has to push the rubble to the side of the road, so the corpse-filled wagons can pass.” -Wislawa Szymborska

Lavellan has nothing left to loose when she arrives to stop Solas’ ritual. But in that moment she finds an opportunity for them both to live. Faking both their deaths, she flees with a near dead Solas to a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. But a return to peace is not as easy as she thought it would be. With Solas on the verge of death and her friends mourning her death, she has thrown everything at this one chance. And even if Solas wakes, they cannot go back to how things were. They have to move forwards.

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Hope you enjoy the first proper chapter of this fic! I've got a fun ride planned for y'all :D

You have become important to me, more important than I could have imagined.

one of the most challenging skills i've had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i'm proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off

The skeleton is also miraculously still perfectly articulated.

imagine a skeleton. obviously this is already blowing your mind. now imagine he had a gun

Probably a controversial take but why tf do people keep calling Vivienne a noble. She's not.

She's Bastien's *mistress* not his wife.

She's a Circle mage. There is a ban on mages holding political power and what power she has she gained through hard work and cunning.

Her parents were Rivaini commoners and she was born poor in Wycome in the Free Marches.

Originally the position of court mage was little more than a court jester. Vivienne turned it into one of respect. She survived multiple assassination attempts and half of those bards she sent back frozen solid and the other half she *recruited.*

Officially her only titles are First Enchanter and (conditionally) Grand Enchanter or Divine. Madame de Fer is implied to be originally an insult that Vivienne claimed and turned into a mark of respect.

i saw this and couldn't resist doing a small sketch