A/N: This is an archive for short stories and drabbles featuring the sarcastic, deeply flawed and deeply empathetic Inquisitor Venara Lavellan. All of these works are responses to prompts given through the Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle on tumblr. Some prompts are sweet, some are tragic, some of them are humorous. Each chapter is a different prompt. Most of these were written with or after a couple glasses of wine, so they are very much spontaneous and unedited in nature. Most of Venara's stories are in conjunction with the events of The Tempest's Shadow, but it is not necessary to read that to enjoy these short fics.

Aside from Venara, the collection features Solas, Dorian, Sera, Vivienne and other DA characters. The main pairing is Venara x Solas.

Rating is for language and some mature themes in some chapters.

Thanks for reading!

Magical Transit System

"Even if it were possible—"

"I'm not saying that it is—"

"The amount of magical energy required—"

"I'm saying that it could be!" Venara shouted. "Creators, Dorian, do you not understand the concept of a theoretical argument?"

Dorian sighed. "I can't believe you just asked me that. You do remember I assisted the man who took the theoretical concept of time magic and made it practical?"

Venara's shoulders sunk. She tossed a sour look over her shoulder at Dorian and continued on her way. They were halfway down the stairs between the library and the rotunda. An hour ago they had been tucked away in Dorian's nook in the library, calmly discussing the long-term effects of reliance on spirit magic when the conversation had taken an abrupt turn into the realm of magical teleportation and became a competitive tête-à-tête .

"Fine," she said. "Do you not understand the concept of a friendly theoretical argument?"

"Haven't you heard? There is no such thing as friendly when it comes to academics," Dorian replied smoothly. "Particularly when there is a theory to disprove."

Venara let out a frustrated grunt and practically jumped the remaining steps. She burst into the rotunda and gave a quick passing wave to Solas, who stood abruptly to greet her only to find that she had already disappeared through the door to the battlements. Dorian followed, hot on her heels. They passed through Cullen's office and continued their climb, Venara desperate to reach the highest point possible so she could demonstrate the wild idea circulating her head.

When they reached the highest ramparts, Venara skidded to a halt, her fingers gripping the stonework as she gazed at the courtyard below.

"You have cast a Fade Step before, haven't you, Dorian?" she said.

"Yes," he huffed, panting from exertion as he caught up with her. "Once or twice. And I'm familiar enough with the principles. But what you are proposing is not even close—not even similar—to a Fade Step! Instant magical teleportation is conceptual at best. To disappear from one place and appear instantaneously in another, over a great distance—"

"Is possible if the Fade is used to bend the space between the two points!" Venara interrupted.

Dorian shook his head. "No. That is how a Step functions—"

"I know that—I cast them more frequently than you do—"

"A Step is not the same thing as instant teleportation!"

Venara's eyes narrowed. "We're going in circles."

"Clearly." Dorian folded his arms. "Fine. What is your proposal?"

Venara tapped her fingers against the battlements. "I am going to teleport myself from this rampart to the balcony of my tower room."

"Yes. And how are you going to accomplish this?"

"By using the Fade to bend space—"

"How?"

Venara let out a frustrated hiss. "I just am. I'm going to feel it out."

"That's some very sound reasoning, Inquisitor," Dorian said blithely.

Venara's eyes narrowed. "You just don't want to see me succeed, do you?"

"Oh, I'll be very impressed if you do," Dorian said. "I may even buy you a drink. But my ego will be shattered. You'll forgive me if I seek to protect its fragility at all costs."

Venara tried not to smile. "I'll try."

She turned back to the battlements. She gazed out across the castle grounds, at her tower soaring to the heavens. She saw the balcony. She envisioned herself standing there. She took a breath and pulled at the Fade—

The world shimmered about her.

"AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

Thump.

From the battlements above, Dorian smacked his forehead with a hand. "Venara… I can't say I told you so."

He heard footsteps approach and turned to see Solas standing beside him.

"Instantaneous teleportation?" Solas asked as he looked down over the ramparts.

"Yes," Dorian said. "I told her not to—"

"She was never going to listen to you," Solas said. "I knew she was going to end up in that tree the moment she left."

"Of course you did," Dorian replied. "Should we assist her? I'm rather concerned."

Solas smiled. "She'll be fine. Embarrassed—but fine."