#[ every day solas gets gayer ]

[theharellan]

soft nips at the neck and shoulder line | @dalishfreckles

Ian’s kisses are light as rain upon Solas’s face, playful and teasing, persisting until he draws a smile to his love’s lips. He lowers himself into Solas’s lap, straddling it with legs still chill from the cold weather outside. A low laugh sounds from the pit of Solas’s throat as his hands fall upon Ian’s thighs. Through the fabric he can feel where the wind has whipped him, and he draws magic to his fingertips to warm the freckled skin that lies beneath.

“Had you waited ‘til daylight to return, you would not be so cold,” he hums, hands lifting the hem of Ian’s shirt under the pretense of warming his back.

Ian does not answer right away. His arms drape over Solas’s bare shoulders, head dipping to stick his nose into the crook of his neck. The tip is like ice, and he stiffens at its touch. A quiet giggle shakes Ian’s form, his breath hot in contrast to the persistent chill. “I’d already been away too long.”

Too many people who needed them in different places at different times. Ian is right, it had been too long. The thought takes hold of him, arms snaking around Ian’s hips to pull him closer. For a moment, they hold still, Ian growing warmer in his embrace. It will never last as long as he wishes, every moment dies a second too soon, and when Ian moves it leaves a cold vacuum where his face had been.

At first, Solas feels soft kisses planted where Ian’s nose had been, as if apologising for the chill. Grey eyes half-open to look out their corners, watching as pointed ears glow with a different kind of warmth. The kisses draw a smile to his lips and a shiver up his spine, and his lips curl into a lazy smile as he sinks into the feeling. Ian works his way across one shoulder and up his neck, and Solas feels himself expose his neck to Ian, head tilting, guiding Ian’s affection upwards.

Teeth bare, taking skin clumsily between them. Cold air hits the back of his throat as he inhales sharply, and Ian abruptly stops, and plants a kiss where his teeth had been. “Sorry, I thought I could try it,” he says. “I thought--”

“Please, keep going,” Solas insists.

A smile parts Ian’s lips, which he can feel pressed against his shoulder. It takes a moment, and a few more kisses, before the grin fades and Ian is able to continue. The sensation is sweet and sharp at once. Fingers find the back of his head, cradling him. Even with teeth at his neck, Ian is nothing but gentle. Solas’s body burns, but not with magic. The tips of his ears glow like hot iron. Another sigh, another turn of his head to offer his throat.

(No wonder his People had learned how to make this last days.)

They laugh together when he bites too hard. “At least you wear high collars,” Ian teases as he pulls away. Their eyes meet, only to sink into a kiss, a tongue slipping past Solas’s lips. For a moment Ian forgets his task, and when he moves to return to it Solas stops him.

“Allow me, Vhenan.” He turns Ian onto the bed, bracing him against his arm as he lowers him. Skin flushes bright red behind dark freckles as he is flattered against the sheets, not trapped, but held. Nervousness and excitement have turned Ian’s expression strange, his smile twisted in both eager curiosity and apprehension. Solas says nothing (it is an endearing sight) and when Ian catches his eye it gives way to a broad grin. He plays with the end of Ian’s shirt, considering removing it, but fearing exposing his love’s scars to the cold night air will introduce anxiety where there need be none.

He contents himself with what they have now, and leans forward to plant a kiss where Ian’s ear meets his jaw. He traces a pattern down his neck, peppering him with the occasional nip. Small sighs of satisfaction steer him, finding the tenderest spots and taking them between the teeth. He leaves only pink marks that will fade by morning, anything more would feel criminal, changing what is already perfect.

“Solas?” Ian’s whispers, halting Solas’s descent. He stops just above the neckline of his shirt, the temptation to continue is almost impossible to ignore. What lies beneath is as worthy of his attention, but Ian’s hand guides him up, towards his mouth, and their lips match up together as though they are four pieces to one puzzle. He is dazed, infatuated when they pull apart, and Ian giggles when his eyes open and see the look on Solas’s face. He lifts his head, lips ghosting across his, and Ian finishes his thought: “Ar lath ma.”

[basementdwellercreaturefeature]

You know I can’t sleep if I am doing this kind of fantastic shit. Yes. Good. Feed me questions.

1. Anders and Morrigan are my spouses and I am happily married to both and no, I don’t know how that works.

2. Dorian is my prized son that can do no wrong. Solas is like, my estranged son that I call on birthdays and it’s awkward because I don’t approve of his life choices and he knows it but we pretend otherwise. Fenris is angsty boy son, Blackwall is burly son, Shale is spicy daughter. Ameridan is also a son but like, the one I didn’t know I had and he just showed up at my door and was like, “Hey.”

3. Anders and Morrigan, full stop. They’re my people and I will talk about them all day without fail. Also Dorian. We love mages. Oh, and Bethany. Mages.

4. I really do hate Solas most of the time. But damn, that writing though is so good how can you not enjoy the iams. Masterful. Jowan is not a favorite. Gamlen is also not a favorite. I struggle with liking Cullen but I am working on it. And fucking Bianca. No.

5., 6., 7., pass because I genuinely don’t have one, each run makes each feel different according to the RP.

8. If I say Anders do I sound like a broken record? Yeah? Well, fuck. Broken record it is. Anders. I love that dude. He is a treasure trove of quotable bullshit in DAA.

9. Dorian, so he’s always with me in some way or another. I refuse to not have his presence represented in every game. I imagine he would find it offensive though. “Really? A mabari of all things?”

10. Taven, man. RIP. My bro just wanted to launch his excursion to the Graves and check out some ruins.

11. You’re killing me with this. So many choices. The Emerald Graves (lol) are a happy place, the environments are impressive in DAI. But there’s something special about the Hanged Man (I know, it’s a glorified cardboard box with little texture and repeat NPCs) but I associate it with really good things.

12. I don’t have a singular favorite, there are different reasons for all of them. Morrigan and Anders, because I love them so their romances impact me. Blackwall really does have a killer great romance though. Good angst, good fluff, heartbreak and happiness abound. I love my fake-ass beard-stealing Warden warrior so much. Solas’ is pretty iconic but ouch. And Sera is... well, Sera makes me a gayer woman and it’s hard to not romance her every time because I love her so much.

13. Elf rogue is always fun, the combat is usually great and the associated lore with elves can be really immersive.

14. DAO is Shale, Morrigan and Leliana. Ladies club. DA2 is Fenris, Anders and Merrill because I love the chaos and negativity. DAI is Blackwall, Sera and Dorian because you cannot go wrong with those three. Sex jokes abound.

15. I have always loved Morrigan’s conversation with Flemeth about Kieran. That is my wife and my son and I am so proud of her growth as a mother and as a person and as a mage and an educator and I love her. Brings me to tears. Also pride cookies rooftop conversations.

16. Honestly, I don’t see enough content with Bull praising how healthy his romance is and how fun and charming and unique he is as a character. There’s a lot of him and Dorian or sexually leaning content (which is fine) but he’s also just a good boyfriend and friend. Best Boi.

17. I try to “craft” a game when I play, make a character and choices that are in line with an RP style. More fun that way.

18. I wish the rivalry/friend system was employed in all of them, I like it more than approval and disapproval. And I want to give my companions hugs at will. Come on, BioWare. Let me hug Varric without killing his best friend?

19. I don’t even use mounts, I like banter too much.

20. Insert dirty joke here about apostates.

21. I love mods but I like to keep things lore friendly and canon compliant for my own personal preference.

22. DAI, sadly. I didn’t get the full experience without the background.

23. This fucking pandemic.

24. I have read several of the books but not the comics, it’s a lot of content to cover.

Bonus. Look at my wife.

Dragon Age Asks (Random)

Which character(s) do you call “my husband/my wife/my love/etc.”?

Which character(s) do you call your children?

Which character(s) do you love undying?

Which character(s) do you hate?

Favorite DAO mission? Least favorite?

Favorite DA2 mission? Least favorite?

Favorite DAI mission? Least favorite?

Favorite DAA character?

What did you name your mabari(s)?

Favorite NPC?

Favorite Thedan location?

Favorite DA romance?

Favorite class/race combo?

Go-to adventuring group (for DAO, DAA, DA2, or DAI)?

Favorite line of dialogue? 

Most underappreciated/underestimated character?

Do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?

If you could change one thing in the games, what would it be?

Do you name your mounts in DAI (I know you can’t actually, but…)? If so, what? 

Speaking of mounts, which one is your favorite?

Do you use mods? 

Which game did you play first?

What got you into Dragon Age?

Have you read any of the comics/books?