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Stop this is ADORABLE 😭💕

modern au 'magic' hits different (for Mira at least)

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Whispers of the Heart

Solas//Lavellan

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Note: Happy (late) New Year!! I wanted to play on the idea of how Lavellan would’ve reacted during the “Save Clan Lavellan” quest. Enjoy! ★彡

“So… you talked about your feelings with a wolf?”

“Yes–well, not exactly. Solas said it could’ve been a spirit–”

“Inky let me give you some advice that no one has the bloody guts to tell you,” Sera leans in and whispers into Lavellan’s ear, “If you’re starting to talk to wolves about your…feelings, then you’ve absolutely lost it.”

It had been only a few days since they arrived at Skyhold and they were already planning their next expedition into Crestwood. According to Varric’s friend, Hawke, they were to meet a Warden ally of theirs. As to who this ally was, Hawke refused to say. Until then, Lavellan decided to meet Sera at the bar in The Herald’s Rest; after all, it had been a while since they had seen each other. Lavellan missed Sera’s chaos.

“You always know the right words to say to make me feel better, don’t you Sera?” Lavellan bumps into Sera’s shoulder jokingly, taking a swig of ale.

“If I’m the one who doesn’t do it, who will? Otherwise all the praise of being the ‘Herald of Andraste’ will get to your head. Then who will save us from Coryphy–whatever–while you’re too busy getting your ass kissed?” The sound of their laughter fills the air. As they continued reminiscing, someone cleared their throat behind them.

“Inquisitor Lavellan, Ambassador Montiliet sent me to remind you of the upcoming meeting,” a soldier states, saluting.

“Thank you, I will head over shortly,” Lavellan states, giving a small smile to the soldier. As the soldier takes his leave, Lavellan turns back towards the bar and chugs down her drink.

“Someone looks excited to go back to work,” Sera giggles.

“Shut up.”

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Staring at the intricate etching on the oak door, she can hear the ambassadors talking on the other side. Lavellan feels a heavy weight in her chest. In that room, at that table, choices are made that impact the lives of thousands across Thedas. Taking a deep breath in, she opens the door.

“—our forces are spread thin across Thedas. We need to start building more fortifications across Ferelden and start recruiting more soldiers. Otherwise, we may not have an army when the time comes to fight Corypheus,” a sigh escaped Cullen. He leaned forward, resting both hands on the table’s edge.

“Having a strong military presence won’t solve everything. We are a step ahead because of the Inquisitor’s lead on Empress Celene. If we prioritize espionage from within, we can know our enemies’ moves before they happen,” Leiliana interjects with a calculating gaze.

It wasn’t until Lavellan cleared her throat that they realized that she had arrived. Josephine was the first to break the silence.

“Ah, Inquisitor! How lovely for you to join us. I presume that you’ve enjoyed the last couple of days of rest?” Josephine smiled, her energy juxtaposing the tension in the room.

“Yes Josephine, I–”

“Good, because we have plenty to talk about that requires our immediate attention. Leiliana would you like to start?” Josephine interrupts, quickly writing down notes on her board. As the meeting continued, each advisor brought up current issues that needed to be addressed. From Ferelden to Val Royeux, everyone was in desperate need of help. Lavellan only hoped that there was enough time to save them all.

Hours had passed when the door suddenly opened with a large bang. They all turned towards the door to see an Inquisition soldier, gasping for breath as though he had run for miles.

“What is this? We’re holding a meet–” Cullen started, but was interrupted by the soldier's desperate plea.

“Inquisitor Lavellan. Commander. Please forgive me for this interruption but it’s urgent. It’s the Venatori. They’ve started attacking near the Free Marches,” he wheezes out, still trying to catch his breath.

The soldier looks directly at Lavellan as he says, “Inquisitor, your Clan is in danger”.

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She knew that they wouldn’t understand. How could they possibly ask that she stay here while the people she considered family were dying? Lavellan had faith in her advisors, but not being there during their time of need betrayed a fundamental part of her being.

She decided to wait until late at night to leave; the safest option if she wanted to escape. She packed her things into her backpack and began to dress for her journey. However, a small voice told her to stay. That she was needed here. She didn’t want to think about how long the journey would take her, or the people that she would be leaving behind.

‘To hell with the consequences’ she thought, as she finished tying her shoelaces. Grabbing her backpack, she deftly swung it onto her back. As she opened the doors to her chambers, she looked at the room one last time. A feeling of sadness began to grow in her chest. With a deep breath, she pushed those feelings aside and began to sneak towards the entrance.

The fortress was nearly empty during this time, with only a few soldiers stationed around. Soon, they will leave and a new group of soldiers will replace them. During that window, Lavellan would make her escape.

Hiding within the shadows, minutes passed before the soldiers finally began to leave. Quietly, she began walking towards the front door and reached for the handle.

“Leaving us so soon Inquisitor?” Pressing her forehead against the large door, she sighed, immediately recognizing the voice.

“Ah, Solas. I suppose you’re having trouble sleeping too? I was just about to go on a walk to clear my mind.” She said, turning around to face him. However, one hand stayed fixed on the door handle behind her back.

“Ah. I see. And I can only assume that’s your walking attire?” The curve of his lips did little to conceal the subtle tension in his gaze. He knew exactly what she was doing. There was a pause, neither one seeming to break eye contact. Within the silence, their unspoken words hung heavily in the air.

“Who told you? I didn’t speak to anyone after the meeting,” Lavellan asks, receiving a dry laugh from Solas.

“You underestimate Josephine’s need for idle gossip,” Solas says. Whether or not that was true was irrelevant at the moment, the new guards would be arriving soon and Lavellan should’ve been long gone.

“You know why I have to do this, right? I can’t leave them to face the Venatori alone,” Lavellan said softly. In her mind, she begged him to not say anything. Out of everyone, why did it have to be him? As her thoughts began to cloud her mind, she began to notice that Solas was much closer than he was before.

“Your loyalty to your people is commendable, Inquisitor. But you are allowing emotions to cloud your judgment. To act impulsively by leaving could lead to consequences we cannot foresee,” Solas countered, walking towards her slowly as though she were a wounded animal, yet Lavellan felt a sense of confidence exude him with every step he took.

She grew annoyed at how her heart began to race at the closeness. “I will not risk my people’s safety on uncertainties and maybes,” Lavellan shot back. She refused to lose this fight. “Of course, you wouldn’t understand. How could you? These are the people who raised me. The ones that guided my first steps, instructed me in combat, taught me how to hunt. And it’s their voice that I hear telling me that it would be cowardice of me to hide behind the war table than on the front lines.”

For a split second, Lavellan saw a hint of sadness in Solas’ eyes; but as fast as it came, it vanished, replaced by the familiar veil of stoicism that Solas often wore.

“And what of the people you will be leaving? The ones who gave their lives to the Inquisition? The ones who will surely perish without your ability to close the rifts?” Solas retorted. Lavellan wanted to tell him that she would be back, that her journey was a short one, and that she would be back within the next few days. She could be the Inquisitor and Lavellan…but a large part of her knew that once she was with her clan, she wouldn’t have the heart to leave them again.

Solas’s words lingered in the air, and the silence that followed did nothing to comfort the conflicting loyalties that tugged Lavellan’s heart. “How am I expected to save Thedas if I can’t save my own people?” she cried.

Solas sighed, his gaze searching hers as if seeking the truth behind her words. “Your heart is divided inquisitor. You carry the burden of two worlds, and in doing so, you risk losing both.”

It wasn’t until Solas began to wipe the tears from her cheeks that Lavellan acknowledged she was crying. “I know that you carry the weight of the Inquisition as though the fate of the world rests solely on your shoulders,” he whispers, looking into Lavellan’s eyes. “But you needn’t bear it alone.”

And as their lips began to close in, she believed him.

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Little Update

*foaming at the mouth* I finally have some time to write today!! I have some big plans with “Whispers of the Heart” and I can’t wait to share it

After not working on it for like a solid month I cringe so much reading it. So most likely I’m going to go back and edit a few things. It’s not a huge work but I wanna make sure that the people that do read it are happy with it!

Next chapter will be up before this Thursday ★彡

EDIT: Yeah i got sick. 😀

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I’m hyperventilating I can’t stop crying 😭

direct follow up from this post.

I like to think of Alistair visiting the Hero of Fereldon pretty often even as a king. The tomb is said to be pretty grand in Weisshaupt Fortress. Always bringing her a bouquet of roses in hand and he talks to her about his life without her and his troubles. Counting the days before he's called into the deep roads. In hopes of joining her finally in the fade.

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Whispers of the Heart

Solas//Lavellan

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: It’s been a HOT minute since I posted but I finally finished the third chapter! I have lots of plans for the next couple of chapters so I’m really excited. Enjoy ★彡

For a brief moment, the weight of the world lifted from Lavellan’s shoulders and she felt truly free.

The sun’s rays poured through the leaves overhead, creating a pattern of light and shadows as they bled through the canopy. Racing through the trees, she showed a gracefulness that made it seem like she was floating. She ran without abandon, feeling the exhilaration of the wind in her hair and the earth beneath her bare feet. She leaped over fallen logs and darted through narrow openings between the towering trees. The wind whispered in her ear and the songs of birds filled the air; it was as if the forest itself welcomed her into its embrace.

Lavellan’s laughter echoed through the woods. With every step, she felt a deep connection to her people, a subtle reminder of the freedom her people once had in these ancient woods. She took in a deep breath. Here, in this moment, she wasn’t the Inquisitor, she was simply Lavellan; lost in the beauty of the forest.

She ran until she eventually reached the edge of the woods, where the trees thinned, and a breathtaking sight unfolded before her—a crystal-clear lake nestled in a tranquil crawling, glistening under the gentle caress of the sunrise. Kneeling beside the pristine lake, she cupped her hands and dipped them into the cool, inviting water. She brought her palms to her lips, the cold water rushing down her throat. Feeling refreshed, Lavellan sat at the root of a tree, her eyes drifting to the dancing ripples on the lake’s surface. After being in the desert for almost two weeks, she had missed the soothing embrace of the forest. She closed her eyes for a moment, she was convinced that the spirits of the wild were whispering their secrets to her; she just had to be quiet enough to listen.

She kept her eyes closed, even when she heard footsteps approaching beside her.

“I know we need to leave soon, but I just need a moment by myself,” Lavellan sighed to no one in particular. She assumed that it was one of the Inquisition soldiers reminding her of their departure back to Skyhold, most likely by the command of Cassandra, but when she didn’t hear a response, she opened her eyes.

A few feet to her right sat a black wolf, its piercing eyes staring at the lake in front of her. Under the golden rays of the sun, it was as if the very essence of midnight itself had come alive in the daylight. The wind blew on its fur, revealing hidden undertones of midnight blue. If Lavellan wasn’t so shocked by the wolf’s calm behavior, she would have fully mustered the words ‘beautiful’. Under the unwavering stares of Lavellan, the wolf turned its head, its bluish-grey colored eyes meeting Lavellan’s gaze. Struck by the depth within the wolf’s gaze, it was as if the creature was trying to communicate with her.

“Where is your pack? Are you alone vir dirthera?” The wolf returned its gaze to the water. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She could have sworn that she heard the wolf exhale sharply. She followed suit, looking at the lake’s glistening waves reflecting their surroundings. “I felt alone for a very long time after I left my pack, but I finally feel like I’m starting to find my place in my new one.” Lavellan’s voice held a tinge of vulnerability as she shared her thoughts with the silent companion.

The wolf’s ears perked up at her words, and it seemed to regard her with a newfound intensity as if it understood the weight of her words. Lavellan continued, her voice becoming quieter, “But sometimes, when I’m alone at night…I feel like I’m back at Haven. All I hear are the screams of the ones we lost. All I smell is the blood–mine, the monsters’, the people’s.” There was a pause as Lavellan let in a shaky breath. “The worst part was the cave. I had no idea if I had saved anyone or if I made things worse. I thought I was going to die alone without knowing if anything that I had done had helped.”

Lavellan sighed, “I know I can’t change the past, but sometimes, I wonder if what I’ve done up till this point has changed anything. What if we’ve put all this work into trying to fix Thedas, but we’re only delaying the inevitable?” As if in response, the wolf emitted a low, almost sympathetic growl. It was a sound that resonated with the shared pain of the unknown.

Lavellan turned to the wolf, a small smile on her face. “But then, there are moments that make me believe it’s worth it. The smiles of those we’ve saved, the lives we’ve touched, and the difference we’ve made. And if we can do that, maybe it’s worth the fight?”

The wolf remained there, its piercing eyes fixed on Lavellan with unwavering understanding. It was as if the creature sensed the depth of her sorrow and shared in her silent grief. Lavellan wiped away a forming tear with the back of her hand, her voice now barely more than a whisper. “I don’t talk about these things, not with anyone. But there’s something about this place, about you,” she said, her attention returning to the wolf, “that makes me feel like I can.” The wolf continued to watch her, offering no judgment or condemnation, only silent companionship. It was as if the forest itself had lent her a listener for her unspoken burdens.

Suddenly, various shouts erupted from the woods, “Inquisitor! Inquisitor Lavellan!” Lavellan sighed as she leaned her back against the tree, looking around at her surroundings. If it were to be the last time she’d ever visit this place again, she wanted to remember every single detail: the smell of the pine, the ripples of the water, the utter serenity that overwhelmed every atom of her being. She breathed in the fresh air once more as she readied herself to go back.

“It seems that duty calls…thank yo–” as Lavellan turned her gaze toward the wolf, she realized that it had long vanished.

“Inquisitor, how kind of you to join us,” Cassandra mumbled, a mixture of annoyance and relief, as she packed her supplies. Lavellan simply offered a sheepish grin as she walked towards Cassandra, she truly did not want to have to explain to her the reason for being late involved in a morning therapy session with a wolf. “I must urge you to start preparing your horse, Inquisitor. We have a long ride ahead of us.” Lavellan nodded and quickly walked over to her horse, packing for the journey.

It wasn’t until their departure that Lavellan finally spotted Solas, blending in with the soldiers at the rear of the group. His contemplative gaze met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lavellan urged her horse forward, and Solas subtly joined her at the front.

“I imagine that your morning adventure was promising?” he inquired, his tone carrying a hint of intrigue.

“You could definitely say that,” she admitted, a smile forming at the way Solas seemed to read her mind. “Solas, can spirits come in animal forms?”

“It’s certainly possible” Solas mused. “The Fade often intertwines with our world in mysterious ways. Why do you ask?” With that, Lavellan recounted the encounter with the wolf, describing its unusual appearance and behavior.

Lavellan looked towards Solas, a confused expression etched on her face, “One thing that confuses me is if it truly was a spirit, why would it be drawn to me?”

Solas considered her words carefully, his eyes staring at the horizon. “The threads of fate are intricate, Inquisitor. We are but weavers, unraveling the tapestry as we go. The reasons could be as complex as the Fade itself. Perhaps it sensed something within you, a connection that goes beyond the mundane. The spirits are drawn to certain individuals, certain emotions that you may have been feeling at the time; seeking to simply influence or guide those willing to listen.”

“If that’s the case, then I truly hope that it was a spirit that visited me,” Lavellan murmured.

“Why is that?”

“Because the thought of it being alone saddens me.”

A/N: Vir Dirthera = Wolf (at least according to chatgbt)

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Whispers of the Heart

Solas//Lavellan

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Note: Finally had some time to write part 2! Enjoy ★彡

It had been almost two weeks since they had descended the mountains of Skyhold, and Lavellan felt like she was going mad. Whether that could be the relentless sandstorms of the Western Approach, or the fact that Solas had been avoiding her, she could not say.

Each day was filled with the same routine: the party would venture deeper into the arid wasteland, battling venatori, and closing rifts. At least there's a dragon to fight, as Bull would remind her every morning. She didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop.

“Inquisitor, we have arrived,” Cassandra said, her voice cutting through Lavellan’s thoughts. “Griffon Wing Keep. According to Cullen, it would be of great benefit to capture it.” Lavellan looked at the outpost and sighed. Why do I only bring three people to capture a fucking fortress?

Her face must have shown her annoyance, as Bull leaned over and clapped her on the back. “Don’t worry, Boss. We’ve faced worse odds before. Besides, fighting Venatori gets the blood flowing.”

She managed a faint smile and nodded, “All right, how should we do this?” Pointing to her map, she continued, “ According to Scout Harding, there’s a sewer pipe that leads right into the—”

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

As Lavellan turned to look, Bull had smashed open the front doors with a series of powerful strikes, the echoing reverberating through the courtyard. Any chance of having the element of surprise shattered along with the door.

“Or he could barge into the front door,” Solas quipped. Well, shit.

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“…and then I barge into the front door!” Bull exclaimed to the Inquisition soldiers, “I swear on the Qun that I saw one of them shit their pants! Oh what a rush!” The Inquisition soldiers looked at Bull in awe as he towered over them near the campfire. It was night, and by the old gods and the new, they had managed to survive. She sat at the base of a tree, positioned away from the group gathered by the campfire. She took a deep breath in, the isolation giving her a quiet retreat. For a moment, she felt as though she was back home with her clan.

“May I sit?” Solas’ voice called out. She looked up and saw him, giving her a small smile. It was one of the first ones he has directed at her since the beginning of the journey. She missed it. Lavellan nodded, making space for him beside her. As he settled down, Bull continued his lively storytelling, and the Inquisition soldiers hung on to his every word.

Solas glanced at Lavellan and said in a softer tone, “It’s moments like these that remind us of the humanity that still exists in a world gripped by chaos and conflict, wouldn’t you agree?”

Lavellan nodded in agreement. “It’s easy to lose sight of what’s worth fighting for, but these moments give us strength…at least that’s what Mother Giselle says.” As the campfire crackled in the background, Lavellan looked into his eyes and was inexplicably drawn to them. They held such an enigmatic wisdom that defied explanation.

He returned his gaze to the dancing flames, and so did she. They sat there in silence as the laughter of Inquisition soldiers filled the air. "Solas, I never asked you, but do you have a clan or a family?" She saw his jaw tense and a wave of guilt immediately welled up in her chest. "I-I'm sorry, I should not have asked such a personal question."

"I had...something that resembled a family, yes," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "But that was a very long time ago, and I do not wish to delve further into those matters." She nodded, mentally scolding herself.

“And what if your clan, Inquisitor? Surely they must miss their to-be Keeper?” Solas redirected the conversation, his eyes filled with a curious, yet gentle, inquiry. Lavellan couldn’t help but smile at the mention of her clan.

"Oh, I'm sure they do," she remarked, earning a small smile from Solas. She gazed up at the stars. "When I was with the clan, I would have done anything to go off on my own,” Lavellan admitted. “They had such high expectations for me to become Keeper, but it's not the life I wanted. But now…as I sit here responsible for the fate of everyone in Thedas, I’d do anything to go back to those days." She felt his stare but refused to meet his gaze. Somehow, the barriers she had managed to uphold over the last two months had crumbled within minutes.

Solas’ voice was soft, almost as if he was speaking to himself. “The burden of leadership can be heavy, and choices are seldom easy.” Lavellan turned her head to look at him, finally meeting his gaze, “Yes, but if we don’t make these choices who will?” The night wrapped around them like a shroud, the campire flickering, a silent witness to the swirling emotions between them. The serenade of crickets filled the air as Lavellan realized that everyone had gone to their tents.

Tension hung in the air as their faces drew closer, an unspoken yearning between them. She leaned in, her lips almost meeting his, and for a moment, it felt as though the entire world had changed. As he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, he stopped himself. Her heart sank as the moment shattered before her.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot allow this to happen again,” he whispered, his eyes holding a mixture of longing and regret. With those words, he stood up, and walked away, leaving Lavellan sitting there in the night. She sighed as she leaned her back against the tree, looking at the stars who bore witness to the scene.

Dread wolf take me.

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Whispers of the Heart

Solas//Lavellan

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Note: This is my first written work but I’m so excited to share it! Enjoy ★彡

When she woke up, the ghost of his lips haunted her.

For a fleeting moment, Lavellan wondered if what had transpired in the fade was the result of a desire demon, one that had preyed on her innermost thoughts and had conjured such an illusion. She admitted to herself that she might have considered bargaining with such a demon for just a few more moments. However, his voice resonated in her mind, disruputing her reverie.

“We shouldn’t...it isn’t right, not even here,” Solas admonished softly.

“Wake up.”

She felt a blush tinge her cheeks as she reached up to touch her lips, memories flooding back. Yet, warmth mingled with worry, a turbulent mix settling in her stomach. What happens now? His remorse was apparent, but it couldn't change what had occurred. While this wasn't Lavellan's first venture into matters of the heart, it felt as if she were navigating these emotions for the very first time. With her mind and heart racing, a sudden knock echoed at the door.

"Inquisitor! Are you intending to spend the entire day in bed?" Cassandra's voice boomed from beyond the door. "Have you honestly forgotten our plan to journey to the Western Approach today?" Well, shit.

“I’m almost ready Cassandra! I’ll be out in just a moment!” She could hear Cassandra’s groan as she descended down the steps of the chamber. In a rush, she hastily reached for her armor, each piece fitting to her form as if second skin. Lavellan snatched her staff, fingers finding comfort in its familiar grip, as she rushed down the steps of her chambers. Stepping into the halls of Skyhold, she was met with warmth and laughter from her people. She spotted Dorian and Bull in the corner together; from an outsider's perspective it may have seemed as though they were arguing, but Lavellan noticed Bull’s smirk and the glint in Dorian’s eye. Varric was spotted near the fireplace, eating breakfast and telling stories to some of the children. She couldn’t find Cassandra, much to her relief, and decided to start walking towards the front door.

“Hey, Inquisitor! I was just telling these refugees how you killed a high dragon..with only one arrow,” Varric grinned mischievously. Lavellan chuckled at the embellishment, she knew better than to try to correct the writer, doing so would only fuel him to make the story even more exaggerated. “I also saw Cassandra coming from your chambers, I could’ve sworn that I saw smoke coming out of her ears. Know anything about that?”

"Cassandra? Well, you know how she is," she said with a nervous smile, “Anyways, are you still coming to the Western Approach with us?”

“Shit, I forgot to tell you, but there’s some business back in Kirkwall that I have to attend to. So I’ll be gone for the next week or so, but hey! I got Chuckles to fill in for me.” There was a pause. Varric kept talking but Lavellan couldn’t hear anything except her beating heart. She figured that she would have plenty of time to calculate her next move with Solas, but fate had different plans. Before she was able to respond, Bull walked past them both, carrying supplies and weapons for the journey.

“You coming or what Boss? If both of us are late, the Seeker will hang us”. Lavellan hesitated for a moment, torn between her duty as Inquisitor and her feelings for Solas. Bull’s voice broke through her inner turmoil, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his joke, as it waved through the intensity of her emotions.

“Alright Bull. Lead the way,” she replied, giving Varric a small smile. With each step that she took with Bull towards the entrance of Skyhold, Lavellan couldn’t shake the memories of her encounter with Solas. It was a feeling she would carry, a puzzle to unravel when the time was right; for now, the weight of her duty was her priority. Going down the steps of the courtyard, she sees soldiers mounting their horses, carrying supplies to the carts, and saying their farewells to their loved ones. She spots Cassandra, saddling up her horse and looking around before adding a book into her satchel. Bull walks ahead of Lavellan, adding his supplies to the cart. She stops at the bottom of the steps and breathes in. For the first time since Haven, she felt at peace, and for a moment, a voice in her head says home.

“Sleep well?” Lavellan's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see Solas standing there, a relaxed smile on his face. She had hoped to escape his presence for just a little while longer, yet here he was.

"I suppose that depends on one's definition of 'well,'" she replied cautiously, her guard up, but her curiosity undeniable, “But I won’t deny that it was…nothing I had ever experienced before. On a number of levels.” He laughed, but not in a mocking or a teasing way; it was a laugh that was pure and free. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his lips curled into a wide, infectious smile. Was his smile always this infectious? Regardless of the coldness of the mountains, it was suddenly very warm. Both of the elves smiled at each other, yet there was a shift in Solas’ demeanor; a barrier that suddenly went up.

“I apologize, I shouldn’t have—”

“Inquisitor Lavellan, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to leave sometime today,” Cassandra interrupted. Lavellan's heart sank at the shattered moment. She turned to face the stern Seeker, who clearly had no patience for any further delay. Solas and Lavellan exchanged a quick, knowing look as they quickly joined the others, leaving the warmth of their brief encounter behind.

As she mounted her horse, the rest of the Inquisition’s people loudly cheered and clapped as the party went forward towards their destination. It was only moments after they had exited the gates when Bull steered his horse towards Lavellan.

“So…you and Solas, huh?”

Elgar’nan guide me

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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

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My current obsession at the moment. Started a couple days ago and I’m on s3 🫣

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If I don’t see him in Da:D I’ll riot

Fenhawke au, details are up to your imagination.

Red lirium is dangerous for your health.

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One of my favorite banters ♡

Dragon Age Banter 3/???

Fenris & Merrill

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Astarion: Not to be a bitch, but- [Insight Success] Narrator: Oh, but Astarion was trying to be a bitch. Astarion was trying to be the bitchiest bitch who ever bitched.

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At this point I’ve lost count how many times I’ve done his route…..what’s one more? 💀

I can’t play bg3 yet but I always have Themm🥲

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*waiting for season 2*

My fav moment of the new live action, i had to doodle it up real quick

They mean everything to me.

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*foaming at the mouth* ONLY 6 MORE DAYS UNTIL ITS OUT FOR PLAYSTATION DHAKSHFKAHKFHA

more studies with astarion!!