Aeren Tabris and Velanna.
I wish Dragon Age had something like a Game + feature so I could import Aeren’s face into a fresh Origins game, change her skin tone, and replay all of it for the sake of solidifying my head canon better.
Aeren Tabris and Velanna.
I wish Dragon Age had something like a Game + feature so I could import Aeren’s face into a fresh Origins game, change her skin tone, and replay all of it for the sake of solidifying my head canon better.
Aeren & Company
Aeren Tabris photoset
Since I talked about her, I thought I’d show her off.
This started out as a reblog for this daconfessions post, but it turned into being more about my Warden than about Alistair, so I decided to give it it’s own post.
Alistair expresses doubts about all of the other companions, with varying degrees of implied negativity. Probably partly because none of them are Wardens: they are random rag-tag people that the Warden dragged along for the ride of trying to save Ferelden.
Now, I’ve only finished the game with two Wardens: an fCousland who did her best to be Lawful Good and managed to be friends with everyone (albeit sometimes with the use of sweets as bribery) and romanced Leliana, and an fTabris who was blunt and generally not a happy camper who just really wanted the whole Blight business over with who romanced Zevran mainly because he was a fellow elf.
I do not remember how fCousland reacted to this conversation, as that play through ended about a year ago. When it popped up with my fTabris, she saw it as an attack on the members of her party she’d ever really done anything resembling bonding with.
Here follows Aeren Tabris’s general thoughts on the companions (though Alistair gets multiple sections, as he triggered the write up):
Aeren Tabris really would have preferred not to have to hang out with Alistair, though she did grow to find him tolerable. It was a case of Alistair not realizing he had human male privilege that might not sit well with a female elf (Aeren didn’t like humans much to start with; Shianni’s rape put her firmly in the feelings-of-hostility area when it came to human males in general).
The Mabari (I named him Sam on this run, after Sam Gamgee) made Aeren feel safe. The dog was bonded to her and she spent most nights sleeping beside him.
Morrigan was human, but she was like the shem Aeren was used to. It was refreshing. And Morrigan didn’t like Alistair either, which gave them something additional to bond over. They became best friends, and Aeren was sad to see her go at the end.
Leliana was…strange, and a bit preachy, as Aeren saw it. She was initially bristly toward Leliana, but gradually warmed up to her after delivering a few doses of education about the lives of elves. Aeren liked her stories, especially the one about Shartan, and she liked her hair. Leliana’s hair reminded her of Shianni (Aeren had something of a crush on her cousin, though she never said anything about i). Aeren and hardened!Leliana ended up sharing a kiss.
Zevran was an elf. That was Aeren’s initial interest in him. He started out as a way to feel the hole she felt from being torn from home, a way to make the nights more bearable, someone to hold her when the nightmares came. She cared about him, and could tell that he cared more than he let on. She was never exactly in love with him, though, and felt bad about that, even though she did ask him to stay with her for a while after she became Bann of the Alienage.
Wynn was a nosy old woman, but she meant well, and she had her own regrets to live with.
Shale was an oddity, but she and Aeren respected each other and had fun being snarky together.
Sten was a comrade and respected Aeren as a warrior. His initial confusion over her status was with her sex, not her species, which she found sort of refreshing. They were both outsiders in Ferelden, and Aeren felt comfortable around him.
Oghren, well. Oghren was a drunk who lost the woman he loved, but was willing to try moving on with his life. In a bizarre way, it was a little inspiring. Aeren liked him, even if he was kind of a boor.
And back around to Alistair (there was a moment, just a moment, where Aeren considered sparing Loghain before his excuses on why selling elves into slavery wasn’t an issue to him echoed through her mind). Alistair, to Aeren, made too many assumptions. She treated him decently and gave him trinkets, and he read more into than she meant. Aeren never considered him a friend, even though he considered her one. So when the conversation about all the other companions came up, Aeren bristled. And if slapping him had been an in-game option, it would have been taken.
I was messing around with the DA Prompt/Pairing Generator yesterday and actually got some that piqued my interest.
One of them was Shianni/The Warden – blood in the water, so since I hadn’t done anything much for my Tabris as far as fic or playlists go, I wrote a moment between her and Shianni set after the slaying of the Arch Demon, but before the big coronation-y shindig thing.
The house was a little worse for wear after the battle, but it was still standing. And the tub was still intact.
The rest of the Alienage was quiet. The survivors were busy seeing what could be salvaged, tending to the injured, or retrieving the dead. Now and then someone would pause and look at her, but they seemed to know she wished to be left alone.
Aeren made her way to the well and, after several trips, drew enough water for a bath. It wouldn’t be warm, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that it was water and that it was home.
She shut the door behind her, carefully, since it seemed it might fall off its hinges at any moment. Slowly, Aeren unbuckled her armor. She tossed the gore-covered pieces to the floor one at a time. She did not relish the idea of cleaning that mess. But a bath? She could handle one of those. Maker, how she needed one.
She stepped into the tub and sank down into the water, sloshing some of it over the side. She splashed her face and rubbed off the soot and blood. She watched the blood swirl away into the water as she washed it off. She wondered how much of it was hers.
It was finally over. Well, the fighting was over. The Alienage needed rebuilding, as did the rest of Denerim. And she had to make an appearance at some shem ceremony because now she was “the Hero of Ferelden” or some shit like that. If she never had to deal with another noble in her life, she could die happy.
“Want me to get your back?”
Aeren jerked her head toward the door to see Shianni standing there, looking just as tired as Aeren felt.
She hadn’t seen Shianni since the battle. There was so much she wanted to say now that they actually had time to talk. So much that she’d been holding inside for a year, things she hadn’t told even Zevran or Morrigan. And now here they were at home again, and it was overwhelming; tears welled up in Aeren’s eyes.
Shianni sat down beside the tub and Aeren wrapped her arms around her tightly, clenching her hands in Shianni’s blouse. Shianni hugged her back and stroked her hair.
“You were amazing out there,” she said. “You’ll be a legend, and every elf in Ferelden can be proud of that.”
Aeren forced a laugh, though it came out as half a sob. “I don’t care what every elf in Ferelden thinks. Just what you think.”
“I think I couldn’t ask for a stronger, braver cousin.” Aeren eases back to look at Shianni, who smiled softly. She stroked Aeren’s face and sighed. “You were my hero before you were theirs. I’ll never forget that.”
“But–”
“Shh. No ‘but’s.” Shianni stood, and Aeren could see where the blood tinged water had stained her cousin’s blouse. “I’m getting soap and a sponge and giving you a proper bath, O mighty hero.”
Somehow, Aeren couldn’t help but smile at that.