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I don't think it's going to happen, like we'll be lucky to get one flirtatious line, but I am going to sit on the side of the street with my little 'let rook fuck solas' sign in the pouring rain and you guys can hand me coins for my delusions
#solas#rook dragon age#rook x solas#t shirt that says if i didn't fuck him as Lavellan please let me do it as rook#i have many different inquisition verses and i just think solas deserves some additional emotional turbulence in all of them
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Veilguard Prologue, Part 2: Aisling
Guess who finally finished the second of her pre-Veilguard prologue fics? It's Part 2: Solavellan Bugaloo, and by Bugaloo, I mean an emotional rollercoaster. Things need to get worse before they get better, but don't worry, guys; things will get better. I promise.
Also, my Inquisitor, Aisling, has a stutter. I based it on my own experiences with my (admittedly very mild) stutter and the research I did, but if anyone has any suggestions on how to improve or more accurately represent stuttering, please let me know.
If you prefer, this fic is also on AO3. Check it out!
Summary:
Solas's plans will soon come to fruition, but before he can be free of his debt owed to the People, he must ensure the safety of those he loves most. That is how he finds himself at the home of his heart, the former Inquisitor Aisling Lavellan and her (and his) children.
AKA Solas and Aisling have their first honest conversation in a decade. Like I said, it's a rollercoaster. Buckle up, folks.
Mentions of my Inquisitor's children Ren and Neria.
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Solas stood out on former Inquisitor Aisling Lavellan’s balcony, staring at the dazzling blue of the Rivaini coastline below. The Inquisitor and her family had moved to Rivain a year or two ago, ostensibly to be closer to Aisling’s older brother Arin, who was currently living with a certain Tevinter Magister, but also to get away from the ruins of their former home after the demon incident at Skyhold had nearly leveled the place.
Another one of Solas’s many, many failings.
However, Solas quite liked the new home Aisling had built for herself. It was a stone cottage that seemed to be built into the very cliffside it stood on, with stone steps leading directly to the beach and ocean below. Inside, it was homely, with plush carpets and furs, plants in the windows, and books scattered about the place. Momentos from Aisling’s time as the Inquisitor filled the various nooks and crannies, and nearly every wall had some example of art made by her children over the years.
Solas had wished he could have explored further and delved into the life Aisling had led the past decade. But he thought better of it, content to wait in her bedroom until she returned, as she had asked him to do.
Solas had informed Aisling of his arrival, of course. He had sought her out in the Fade and asked her permission to speak with her and see her. His plans were approaching fruition. In fact, they needed to be expedited if he was correct in his assumption on the strength of the Evunaris’s prison. He had taken the necessary precautions. Ran countless calculations to ensure the minimum amount of damage, but…
Solas’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and closing. Slowly, he turned around and, for the first time since the Qunari invasion, he saw her.
At thirty-four, former Inquisitor Aisling Lavellan looked much the same as she had the last time he had seen her, except, of course, for the prosthetic arm, a strange contraption of gears and lyrium that had the markings of a Dagna creation. Her hair was perhaps a bit longer, currently out of her usual braided updo and hanging in loose curls down her back. Her face, too, was perhaps a bit more worn, age and duty just barely beginning to etch fine lines onto her freckled skin. To Solas, however, she was just as beautiful now as she was when he first saw her in Haven all those years ago… a perfect creature in an imperfect world.
He and his kin had once claimed divinity, but before him was a true goddess. She with her soul that shone bright enough to pierce even the darkest parts of his ancient and wretched heart. His fire-haired lady, with her boundless compassion and endless curiosity. The top of her head just barely reached the bottom of Solas’s chin (perfect, he remembered, for tucking her close to him and breathing in the wool and amber scent of her hair), but still, Solas felt small underneath her gaze. He had to fight every instinct not to throw himself at her feet and declare himself her supplicant. To grovel and plead for her forgiveness for being the penitent sinner that he was.
He could not, however. Not while his people still suffered. Not while he still had to fix the mistakes of his past. A sinner he was indeed and there was penance still to be paid… the price of which was the loss of his heart.
He had only wished that he did not have to take her down with him.
Solas had hoped against hope that Aisling would forget him. That she would move on to someone else, someone younger and more worthy of her love. But as the years went on, she had only doubled down on her efforts to find him and bring him home to her. He had read the reports from his agents about how she would work herself to the point of exhaustion. Had listened to her desperate pleas and disparaging cries from the Fade.
He had wanted her so desperately to live, but instead, she was slowly killing herself, bit by bit. His plan to bring down the Veil would only be the final nail in her coffin.
Then, of course, there was Neria… And Ren.
Neria was, much like her mother, a complication he had not foreseen but, also like her mother, could not bring himself to regret. Solas had made so, so many mistakes in his life, but never would he consider Neria among them. Not when his heart swelled with pride as he read reports from his spies that mentioned her cleverness or nearly burst with love as he watched her from a distance while she played and explored the Fade with spirits of Joy and Curiosity.
Each night, Solas wanted desperately to reach out, to talk to her. To close the gap between himself and his daughter that he had unknowingly carved out nearly twelve years ago, and that only seemed to grow with each passing day.
He knew so little about his own child, and what details he did know were shallow things he knew only through his network of spies (and whatever Joy and Curiosity would share with him). He knew that she loved reading, but he did not know what her favorite books were. He knew she had inherited his sweet tooth, but he did not know which sweets she preferred. He knew that she had a love of animals, but which ones Solas could not say.
His child was practically a stranger to him as he was to her, and oh, did that make him want to weep.
Ren was similar, but different. Unlike Neria, Ren wasn’t Solas’s child by blood, but rather the child of Aisling’s late bond mate who had died before the little boy was even born. Though not related by blood, Solas still felt attached to him. Protective of him, even. He remembered fondly showing the then two-year-old how to build snowmen in Haven, or the shrieks of joy as Solas summoned wisps of light to play with him, or how the boy would toddle after him while he painted in the rotunda of Skyhold. Then, as he and Aisling grew closer, how he would help her put him to bed, telling him stories in Elvhen until the toddler drifted off into the Fade.
After Solas had left, he had felt his loss as keenly as he did Aisling’s and then, later, Neria’s. Regretted the pain he caused just as deeply. In the Fade, he watched as the boy grew into a kind, thoughtful young man, with a spirit much like his mother’s. Ren did not shy away from the denizens of the Fade (Curiosity was particularly attached to him and was often seen in his company if they weren’t entertaining Neria) but engaged with them as well. It was the same in the waking world, if Solas’s agents were to be believed. In their reports, which Solas had started to think were filled with such details for some ulterior motive, they would mention how mature Ren was for his age. How kind and thoughtful he could be.
Solas would have been proud to call him his son, if Ren and Aisling would have let him have that honor.
Yes, he had a duty to his people and a duty to every modern Elf in Thedas. Still, he could not deny that he had a duty to his children as well and, of course, their mother.
Which, Solas had to remind himself, was why he was here. To warn them.
That, and to see them one last time.
“Inquisitor.” He said, voice gruff. “You look… well.”
That was when he heard the growling. From behind Aisling leapt a large mabari, it’s coat a bluish silver hue in the evening light. The war hound put itself between Solas and the Inquisitor, fangs bared and growling warningly. Solas stood his ground, staring directly into the mabari’s eyes in challenge, his own figurative hackles raised. The mabari, to its credit, merely flinched but did not back down from what it now realized was no mere man.
“Sathan, Fenan,” Aisling said, grabbing the dog by its massive collar. It was so large she had to use both hands. “Atish dur!”
The mabari, Fenan, stopped growling at once, though he seemed reluctant to retreat entirely.
“Is ju teldin nuem,” she promised, rubbing the dog’s neck. Satisfied, the great beast trotted off, choosing to sit by the door where he continued to watch Solas like a hawk.
“I’m…” Aisling began, “I’m s-sorry. He isn’t n-n-no-normally like this…”
Solas noticed her stammer, which was usually worse when she was excited or tense. Or frightened. He hoped that it wasn’t the latter.
“When did you get a mabari?” Solas asked, desperately trying to keep his voice casual.
“He was a gift for Neria. Cullen’s mabari had puppies, and he let her and Ren p-pick one each.”
“A fine gift. I have heard that there is no better a companion than a mabari.”
“He and Neria are normally attached at the hip, but he wouldn’t leave my side this evening. He must have sensed s-something was off, and unlike Ren’s mabari, Fenan can be stubborn.
“…Ah.”
“Indeed.”
“Inq-“ he began but stopped himself. They were beyond titles now. “Aisling. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”
Aisling nodded curtly.
“P-p-pl-ple-“ she gave a frustrated sigh, shoulders slumping as her mouth refused to form the words. She tried again. “P-please sit,” she said, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace before sitting down in the one opposite it. Solas sat down, perhaps a bit reluctantly. He felt a sudden onslaught of nervousness overcome him, being in her presence again after so long.
“You said that you needed to speak with me?” Aisling asked.
Solas took in a deep breath. Exhaled.
“I will be bringing down the Veil soon,” he said. The silence that followed nearly made him wince.
Solas watched as Aisling’s expression went from shocked to furious to exhausted in mere seconds before she turned and stared into the fire, face unreadable once more.
“Aisling, I-“
“When?” she asked, cutting him off.
Solas sighed.
“Less than a year,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Possibly sooner, he thought, if the Evunaris keep chipping away at their prison.
He could feel Aisling’s penetrating gaze on him now, but he could not bring himself to look her in the eye. When he finally worked up the courage to lift his head, he saw Aisling with her chin resting in her hand, her real hand, as she stared pensively into the fireplace.
They sat there in silence, the only noises being the sound of the waves being carried through the open window and the crackling of the fireplace before them.
“Neria will be turning twelve this year,” Aisling intoned, almost casually, before fixing Solas with a penetrating stare, “will… will she even live to see it? What about Ren?”
Solas felt as if the rug had been pulled out from underneath him.
“That is…” he swallowed hard. “That is why I wished to speak with you. I am doing my utmost to minimize the damage bringing down the Veil will cause,” he explained, his words tumbling out of him faster and faster as he went on. “And while I believe I am close to a solution that I believe will benefit the most amount of people in the long run-“
Aisling stared at him slack jawed and in disbelief. She looked at Solas as if he had sprouted a second head.
“-I cannot guarantee Ren or Neria’s safety, unless…
“…Unless what, Solas?” Aisling asked, the apprehension clear in her voice.
“…Unless the three of you go into hiding. I have a few locations, safe houses where I believe the three of you can wade out the worst of what is to come.”
The silence that followed then was nearly deafening. It was deadly quiet; no noise seemed to pierce through whatever spell befell the two of them, not the fire dancing in the fireplace or the waves outside of the window, or even the whining of the mabari still at Aisling’s door.
Aisling stood up from her chair, slowly, as if possessed.
“What?” she asked, her voice colder than ice. Her tone cut right to Solas’s core, and he winced. Aisling then began to pace erratically, back and forth in front of the fireplace like a caged animal.
“Aisling,” he pleaded as he watched her pace, “if you never believe another word I say, please believe this: I promise that I will do everything in my power to keep the three of you safe.”
Aisling stopped her pacing to swing around and face him.
“Everything, except stopping this madness!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in frustration.
“Do you think I take joy in this?” Solas snapped. “Do you think I want to bring destruction upon the people of this world?”
“So you c-claim, and yet you still continue with a plan to do just that!”
Solas wanted to scream. Why couldn’t Aisling see? Why couldn’t she understand?
“What I do,” he said through clenched teeth, “I do for the betterment of the People. By bringing down the Veil, the lives of Ren and Neria, and Elven children across Thedas would be improved!”
“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT, SOLAS!” Aisling yelled. “BY BRINGING DOWN THE VEIL YOU CAN JUST AS EASILY GET THEM KILLED!”
Something deep inside Solas, something that he kept carefully buried away for eons, snapped. He leaped from his chair as if burned.
“I HAVE ALREADY KILLED THEM!” he yelled back. “AS I HAVE ALREADY KILLED YOU AND EVERY OTHER ELF IN THEDAS!”
Solas’s ears began to ring, and his legs felt like jelly. Then they gave out completely, and he fell to his knees before the former Inquisitor.
“Do you not see?” He cried, pleadingly, silently begging her to understand. “By creating the Veil, I have already condemned you, condemned both of our children, to death. I have destroyed…”
Solas felt himself trail off, unable to finish his sentence as he struggled to breathe. He felt the guilt of thousands upon thousands of deaths wrap around his neck like a hangman’s noose. Elf or spirit- at this point it hardly mattered. He could feel the weight of all the races of Thedas, every living soul that ever was and would ever be, as they cried out for justice. He could feel their spectral hands grab at the noose around his neck and pull and pull and pull…
“…I have destroyed everything.” He choked out.
Aisling knelt beside him. She took him into her arms and held him tightly, rubbing circles into his back in a soothing gesture. He buried his face into her shoulder, heedless of the snot and the tears he was surely getting all over her as he wept like he hadn’t wept in an age, thousands of years' worth of grief pouring out of him in waves that would have pulled him under were it not for Aisling’s anchoring presence.
“Ar lath ma,” he wept, “ma vhenan, ma ghi’lal elen. Ar lath ma sul bellanaris, i ir abelas.”
“Tel abelas,” Aisling muttered, her own tears spilling down her cheeks and dripping onto the back of Solas’s head while he continued to sob onto her shoulder.
“I am trapped. Trapped on a path I no longer wish to walk.”
“You need not walk it alone, Solas, if you must walk it at all,” she grabbed him by the face, stared at him with wide, pleading eyes. “P-p-pl-please ma lath, if this is something you must do, then let us find a way to do it together. Safely.”
“I…”
For one brief, shining moment, Solas considered it. Aisling had done the impossible before. But this…
No. He couldn’t do that. Not to her. Never to her.
“I cannot,” he said, fervently shaking his head, “I cannot do that to you, Aisling. Please do not ask that of me.”
Aisling let go of him and sat there on the floor in front of her fireplace, looking as broken and defeated as Solas had ever seen her. He hated that he was the cause of it. Solas needed to leave… Leave before he broke her heart even further. With great effort, he hauled himself to his feet.
“I will send word,” he said, his voice hoarse and hallow, “when I have found a suitable location to keep you and the children safe from the worst of the fallout. I am sorry, Aisling.”
Slowly, Solas made his way towards the door, each step a struggle. He hadn’t made it far, however, when he heard Aisling call out for him.
“Solas, wait,” she said. “P-please don’t leave. Not yet.”
He shut his eyes tightly, knowing that, deep down, he should leave before he did any more damage. However, the part of him that was more impulsive and reckless, that was more wolf than man and that kissed her back in the Fade over a decade ago, demanded that he stay. Stay and bask in her presence for as long as he could before he would no longer have the chance to.
Solas turned around and sat back down in the chair. In the end, he didn’t stand a chance.
The silence that followed was painful. Aisling seemed just as surprised that he had chosen to stay as he was.
“How is Ren?” He asked, eventually wanting to keep things civil while also learning as much about the children he abandoned as he could while he could.
“Tall,” she said, “taller than me now,” Aisling smiled softly and stared into the distance, looking at something only she could see. “Ren’s been doing well here in Rivain, though he misses Skyhold t-terribly. He’s been learning magic from myself and Dorian, when he has the time. He’s picking it up fast; I’m proud of him. Dorian even has Ren help him with his research sometimes.”
Solas wanted to ask about what they were researching, but he kept it to himself. It wasn’t his business.
“Ren has also taken quite a liking to p-painting over the last few years. He wants to try a fresco at some point…”
“A fresco?” Solas asked, feeling his heart skip a beat.
“A fresco,” she said with a nod and a knowing smile. “He’s been mostly sticking to canvas, but if he is serious about it, and I believe he is, I can think of a few places here he c-could try it out on.”
“I…” Solas faltered, unsure if he was about to cross some sort of boundary, “…I could send for the type of paint he would need. Brushes as well.”
His fears were unfounded, however. Aisling beamed, clearly happy with the idea.
“He would like that,” she said.
The room delved into awkward silence once more.
“Have you b-been well?” She asked.
Solas couldn’t help the huff that escaped him.
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“I have been… well enough.”
Aisling quirked an eyebrow, doubt written plainly on her face before she burst into raucous laughter.
“Sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes, “it’s just… Neria does the exact same thing, you know? When she’s been c-caught in a lie and doesn’t want to answer. She evades the question.”
“I was not evading the question.”
“Neria says the exact same thing.”
He snorted. Then frowned.
“Neria lies?” he asked, not at all liking the implications, whispers of traitor, harellen, echoing in his skull. Aisling gave him a sympathetic look.
“She’s eleven, Solas.” She said, fondness in her voice. Whether it was for him or for Neria, Solas could not say. “She’s eleven and she has a t-tendency to sneak live animals into her room when she thinks no one is watching.”
“…live animals?”
“Oh yes… You should have seen the snake brood she incubated.”
“Does she have any preference when it comes to animals?” Solas asked, eager for any scrap of information he could gather on his little girl. His da’vhenan.
“Well, she loves wolves,” said Aisling. Then, with a roll of her eyes, she added, “No idea where that came from…”
“A coincidence, I’m sure,” said Solas, unable to stop himself from grinning.
“Of course,” Aisling replied, a small smirk on her face. “She also loves reptiles. And that one, truly, is a mystery to me.”
“She likes… reptiles?”
“Yes. Lizards, snakes, turtles. We see them all the time here in Rivain. She and Ren will spend hours down by the shore looking for them.”
“And does she find any?”
“Usually. She’ll often sketch the ones she finds in her notebook and show them to me. She’s gotten quite g-g-g-goo…” Aisling let out another frustrated sigh, “…she draws very well, too. You would be proud.”
“I am,” Solas declared. “Proud of her, that is. Proud of both of them… even though I know I have no right to be.”
Hastily, he swiped the moisture from his eyes. If Aisling noticed, she didn’t comment on it, merely stared at him sadly. There was so much he had missed because of his duties. First words and steps. Their first sparks of magic. He should have been there for all of it. Should have been there to watch them learn and grow and…
You should be there for them now, a voice in his head hissed.
And he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to… To give up on his wretched goals and go hunt for lizards on the beach with Neria and teach Ren how to paint frescos.
He felt himself spiraling once more, dangling on the edge of some dark precipice, when Aisling gently touched his hand, bringing him back to himself with a start.
“I-“ he began, “Forgive me, I-“
“Solas, would you like to learn more about her? Ren as well?” Aisling asked kindly.
It was not often that Solas found himself at a loss for words. This time, however, he couldn’t seem to be able to get any past the lump firmly lodged in his throat. He could only nod enthusiastically.
And that was how, hours later, the two of them ended up on the rug in front of Aisling’s fireplace. She had regaled him with as many stories of Neria and Ren as she could. Many of them were tiny, inconsequential things, but to Solas, each little tidbit of information was as precious to him as any jewel.
He laughed right along with Aisling as she told him of the time Neria brought a toad she found to her Aunt Vivienne’s fancy dinner party. Both Neria and Ren had tried to catch it, but the frog was apparently evasive and had landed right on the lap of one of the Orlesian noblemen. He was also surprised, pleasantly so, to find out that Vivienne had apparently found it just as hilarious and had a habit of serving that particular Orlesian frog legs whenever she hosted him.
He marveled at the tale of how the children discovered their respective magic; Ren apparently summoned wisps of light one night when he woke up to find his room frighteningly dark, only to excitedly show off his new trick to his mother the very next morning. Neria and Solas couldn’t help the bark of laughter that came from him when he heard the tale, he had accidentally summoned fire. Apparently, her Uncle Dorian had been showing the little girl magic tricks involving small flames, only for Neria to decide she wanted to try it herself. It was a surprise to them both when she summoned her own flames, and luckily, the only damage done was to Dorian’s mustache... And, perhaps, his pride.
He felt a spike of righteous fury when he learned that the Iron Bull had apparently promised both children to take them dragon hunting and only calmed once Aisling told him that she herself had promised the Qunari that she would turn the Iron Bull into the Iron Steer if he ever dared pull such a stunt. Solas couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. Apparently, the subject had never been brought up since.
So caught up in absorbing as much information about the children as he could, he didn’t notice how the two of them were slowly inching their way closer and closer to one another until they had both subconsciously reached for the other’s hand, entwining their fingers together like that was where they belonged. Solas was the first to notice, looking down at his long, slender hand as it engulfed her much smaller one. Aisling followed his gaze and blushed furiously.
She didn’t, Solas noticed, remove her hand.
“You still haven’t answered my question, Solas,” she said, giving him a pointed look, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“Ah. She is privy to my ways, it seems…”
Solas thought of how best to answer her. The simple answer was that he was painfully lonely, scared, and unsure. But he didn’t want to tell her that. Not after everything else, he laid at her feet. He had already burdened her with enough worries for one night.
He didn’t want to tell her of the nightmares that came more and more frequently as of late. Of the Evunaris breaking free from their prison and hunting him down, hunting Aisling and the children down. Images of their corpses haunted his dreams, and many nights, he would wake up with a scream, so panicked, so unwilling to return to the Fade that was once his home, that he would simply stare at the ceiling until dawn came.
Nor did it feel right to complain about how isolated he felt. How his home, the Lighthouse, that was once a place of refuge, had become something of a prison. How alone he felt as he ate after sharing so many meals with the Inquisition… With his friends... With her… How he had simply started skipping meals, just so he wouldn’t have to eat alone at his long table, meant for more than one single, solitary old fool.
He couldn’t tell her those things. Those were his burdens to bear. Problems of his own doing that he could do nothing but endure alone. He could, however, give her one simple truth.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, finally. “Terribly, in fact.”
At that, Aisling leaned forward, her large green eyes sparkling in the firelight. She was very close to him now, close enough that he could have easily run his thumb across her cheek or tuck a lock of bright red hair behind her ear. For a moment, Solas could have sworn he could smell the scent of wool and amber.
“Truly?” she asked.
“Truly,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Truly, madly, and deeply.”
“Sweet talker,” she replied, and before he knew what was happening, Aisling grabbed him by the collar and kissed him passionately. Then she pulled back, her eyelashes fluttering, and Solas knew if she had asked him at that very moment to give up his mission, he would have done it. Laid down his arms and throw himself at her mercy.
(Months later, trapped in a prison of his own making, Solas would replay this scene in his head over and over again, silently wishing Aisling had asked him and that he wasn’t such a coward so he could have made that decision himself.)
“Stay with me tonight,” Aisling said in a breathless voice that sent shivers down Solas’s spine. “Just for tonight. Please…”
“Vhenan,” he growled.
“Let us pretend. Just for tonight…”
“We shouldn’t,” Solas said even as he went in for a kiss of his own, his hands finding their favorite spot right above the small of her back.
It was a token resistance, and he knew it.
They barely made it off the rug before they were laughing and tossing aside their clothes (or, in Solas’s case, armor) without a care in the world. Aisling yelped, then laughed brightly as Solas scooped her up, bridal style, and carried her off to her bed, laying her down as gently as he could. He crawled over top of her, and as he did, he lavished her body with kisses, worshiping her.
“Ar lath ma,” he whispered with each kiss pressed against her skin. “Ar lath ma. Ar lath ma. Ar lath ma.”
Finally, as he slid inside of her, his body fitting with hers perfectly as if it had been made that way, he did as Aisling bid him to do and allowed himself to pretend. Pretend that Fen’harel and all his terrible duties were dead and buried with the rest of the Elvhen empire and that he was allowed to be simply Solas, the wandering Elven apostate.
In his mind’s eye, he saw it. The life this Solas led.
Solas, with his clever daughter and thoughtful stepson, whom he would be teaching everything he knew. Magic, the Fade, the Elvhen language, painting, chess… it didn’t matter what. If they were interested, he would teach them. If he didn’t know, then he would learn with them.
And, of course, he would help Neria hunt for lizards by the beach and teach Ren how to bind paint to plaster.
He imagined that they would have more brothers and sisters… as many as Aisling was willing to give him. Multiple sets of tiny, pointed ears surrounded by bright red hair. Multiple little voices all calling him “Papae.”
Solas’s nights would be spent much like this one, with Aisling in his arms. He would card his fingers through her long, red hair. Whisper words of endearment against her skin as they made love, slowly, languidly, and without the baggage from before. There would be no secrets, no duties or guilt to come between them, and he would be free to love the woman who became his heart as she deserved to be loved.
Truly, madly, and deeply.
And each morning, he would wake up to soft, freckled skin against his own and to a smile that was brighter than any sun. Some mornings, he imagined, would start later than others, as he would struggle to keep his hands off her… but eventually, they would make their way down to a long table meant to sit their entire family. Breakfasts would be chaotic, but there would be light and laughter and so, so much love…
He wanted it all so badly.
In the real world, Solas buried his face into Aisling’s shoulder as he continued to thrust desperately into her. He tried not to think about how this might be the last time he would ever see her in person. He tried not to think about how he would be gone before she woke up, how she would reach out for him only to find a cold space where he once lay.
“Var lath vir suledin,” Aisling whispered in his ear as if she sensed his growing despair. She probably did.
Var lath vir suledin. It was a promise that she had made before, and it was a promise that she would keep until the bitter end.
Var lath vir suledin. He didn’t know how. But, at least for tonight anyway, he could pretend that it could.
With that, Solas closed his eyes and allowed himself, just this once, to worry neither about the past nor the future and to let himself simply be lost in the sensation of loving this incredible woman and being loved in turn.
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Blair looks so fucking good in Veilguard.
#✧ — ⋆ commanding officer is ashore ; ooc .#✧ — ⋆ selene's veilguard shenanigans .#[ SHE! LOOKS! SO! GOOD! ]#✧ — ⋆ isms ; visage .#[ BIG BUFF WARRIOR LADY SNAP MY SPINE IN HALF PLEASE AND THANK YOU ]#[ she's a grey warden warrior and uggghhhhhhh im love ]#✧ — ⋆ verse ; dragon age ( rook ) .#✧ — ⋆ verse ; dragon age .
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Treviso was beautiful at night. Rook hadn't ever really had the opportunity to explore the streets beyond the docks themselves, and now she thought that was truly a pity. It was a smaller city, and miniscule in comparison to Minthrathous. That was the way of things really, wasn't it? Comparing the sizes of things to others and marvelling at the differences. In comparison to the others she had visited, it never seemed to settle into the comfortable silences the others always had. Where merchants selling their spices and vegetables went to bed, other places that offered food, drink or entertainment yawned to life. Not quite as slowly as the lazy mornings, but quickly enough that the day crowd made way for ...
Something glittery caught Rook's eye. She would always be a pirate before she was a treasure hunter. A shiny trinket coveting magpie whose attention was caught quickly by the glint of something worth buying. She'd not had much time nor the coin to truly spoil herself in the past year as she had helping out Varric. He was a good person to know, with eyes and ears in places one wouldn't expect. The journey to find where her story had truly begun was an elusive one, indeed.
This particular trinket was a little too muted for her tastes. A well-carved and polished crow's head, the feathers engraved into the darkness of it and the lines filled with gold paint. Polished enough that, even under the softness of lantern light, caught the flames well.
"Hang about a second, Lucanis," she said, and reached out to touch it. Soft and smooth. A good gift, outside of the little coffee set she had been eyeballing the previous week. Rook plucked it from the stand, and moved to dig into her little coin purse. It was running a little light in the absence of solid work, but nothing that couldn't be replenished once the world wasn't about to take a nose dive for the worst. Three gold for something so small felt like daylight robbery -- or, considering it was evening time, a perfectly normal one!
She would not embarrass herself by trying to haggle them down to something a little less extortionate. The exchange passed, and she turned to offer it to the crow.
"A little on the nose, but I couldn't resist."
@dellamuertos / closed starter. ( NON RP BLOGS DNI ).
#dellamuertos#ROOK LADAIR — GENERAL.#THE LORD OF FORTUNE — THREADS.#THE LORD OF FORTUNE — VERSE : ACT I.#dragon age spoilers#datv spoilers#yeets this @ you a bajillion years late :B
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#death becomes him . emmrich volkarin#spell slinging skeleton son . manfred#inquisition scout . lace harding#strongest piece on the board . rook#videos .#datv spoilers#dragon age veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#veilguard spoilers#// amanda are you gonna put all these little things on your blog#// yes so i don't have to keep replaying the game 54678411 times and can just find the post#// listen okay listen#// eta: besides#// i need it for tony's veil jumper rook verse#// don't perceive me
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I actually had a fun idea back before the game came out to keep the whole "protagonists are related" verse I made years ago by making Rook my Inquisitor's older sister. Not done with the game tho so I gotta see how it all pans out.
#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#datv#datv rook#emitha lavellan#i realize that my canon verse feels SUPERBLY outdated but whatever#i have also changed it pretty dramatically since i conceived it back in 2015/16
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📩 "keep your eyes on me. just focus on me. we're going to be okay." @breathandshadow 🔆 emotionally charged – accepting!
ellie did as he was told, eyes previously focused on the disarray behind the necromancer coming to gaze upon him. her mind was racing, chest heaving with heavy breathing. we're going to be okay. did he believe that, or were they just words to calm her down?
ellie remembered a conversation with emmrich, not too long ago, where she admitted that death didn't scare her, and he had confessed the opposite to be true for him. their proximity to death, though incredibly different in their practices, made the hypotheticals fun to discuss, but in this moment, in the face of being thrust into leadership, elinor realised there was perhaps more to her answer. his own death didn't scare him, but being responsible for others'? which was why she needed to know if emmrich's consolations were earnest.
soft hands took emmrich's forearms, steadying herself and considering whether to let the vulnerability show as varric's words of advice echoed in his mind.
"do you mean that? we're going to be okay?" he kept doing as he was told though, eyes unwavering in their gaze, hoping their shared connection to the mourn watch was enough to communicate what the mage was unable to find words to express.
#breathandshadow#🕊️❛ — verse: dragon age / the veilguard.#🕊️❛ — ic.#🕊️❛ — answered.#hello i am incredibly the Babiest when it comes to dragon age so if this doesn't work lmk !!!#i know i need to put up a Post With Information but again... baby and Overwhelmed but !!!#for the time being until i get my head around All Of The Lore i'm just writing ellie as a mourn watch rook#please and thank you for ur patience about all of it and also thank u sm for sending this in !!!!
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Kalais de Riva. If he puts his tits away for more than 2 seconds he suffocates
#veilguard is just fun#it's not goty and it's not perfect#but truly it's fun#and I love the story#It has its flaws in characterization#and in story beats and behind the scenes choices#but the way it opens the world and answers mysteries we've had for a long time#the exploration and characters themselves#works for me#and i'm not listening to anything else#i'm tired of games needing to be the all time best thing on the planet to be deemed 'worthy'#is it the best dragon age game? idk if i class any of them as the best#all of them have their good and bad qualities#but it makes me happy#i'll be throwing kalais around after i finish his graphics and some verses stuff#dragon age#rook#.forever we shall see thee rising thus ; kalais | aesthetic.
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From one port to another, Rook had seen them all. The good, the bad, the ugly and the breathtakingly beautiful. Never, really, all stood in the same room debriefing and sharing their thoughts on the situation at hand. She'd welcomed the distraction of it all; Ancient Elven Gods, the Blight, whatever fucking else would be thrown at them in the days to come. Perhaps that is precisely why standing in the kitchen, beside the warmth and crackle of the fire, drinking herself silly had felt so sweet.
It was a small patch of normality when everything was anything but. Rook saw Ren's smile, and matched it with one of her own. Crooked, ragged, all pointed teeth and shiny eyes that were just a little out of focus.
Normal, Rook decided as she moved to pour Ren a generous helping of her own, Would be very lovely, indeed. She realised this looked as though she were judging her table manners and, as if to prove a wordless point, took a little sip. Her tongue and teeth felt almost numb, and tingled as it went down.
"Alright, alright. Let's see here. I got it." There was a small purse of her lips. "Kiss, marry, kill. Davrin, Taash and our beloved and ever useful caretaker."
Andraste's tits, she hoped that said caretaker did not have its listening ears on.
ren smiles at rook's concession, even if it's not really a concession. ❝ ha! i knew it. ❞
and, okay, so here's the thing with ren, right? she likes to look. it has sort of been ingrained in her, considering her upbringing. when people are pretty, especially when it's borderline effortless, you look at them. and she's never been quite repressed but, well. courting is different when you're Important. which maybe sounds a bit conceited but ren's not the one that decided that's the way it is, all right, don't blame her for it.
but courting is different. and for her, specifically, it's especially different when you're Important-But-Not-Important. when you're supposed to be important, but something is wrong with you. when you're supposed to be important, but you're not good enough to deserve it.
so, well. it would likely be fair to say that ren has some issues, when it comes to all this. which is so beyond not the point but she's maybe having a bit of a Thing About It at the moment.
so perhaps she's just the littlest bit distracted, tipsy thoughts running away with her, when rook answers her. and the other fills up her glass instead of swigging straight from the bottle, which makes something in the back of ren's mind snap at her. improper, it sneers ; no manners, it chastises. she drowns it with more wine.
and then rook goes and suggests that and, well. who is ren to deny a game of something that will absolutely get them teased if they're walked in on? ❝ oh my gods, yes absolutely we are. ❞
she shrugs at the last bit, pushing some of her hair out of her face. it's a bit of a mess, probably, fading red waves falling from the haphazard braid she's never quite managed to master. ❝ who cares? i'll even go first, if it makes you feel better. ❞
#chaosmode#ROOK LADAIR — GENERAL.#THE LORD OF FORTUNE — THREADS.#THE LORD OF FORTUNE — VERSE : ACT I.#struggling with everything that's going on? let's get bevvied#dav spoilers#dragon age spoilers
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ok... so I have finally finished veilguard after about 90 painful hours (two playthroughs). im not gonna write an actual review about all of my detailed thoughts bc it'll actually take days, this is just to at least get my general thoughts out and see if anyone else feels the same or if ive actually lost it.
overall it is the weakest dragon age game story-wise, and I'd give it a nice lukewarm 4/10.
(i wrote this post right after I finished the game on the weekend so maybe I sound a bit harsh, I tried to edit it to be more reasonable lol but I didn't really want to delete this since I do still stand by a lot of this)
I really tried to go in with an open mind, bc I always want to experience media in full before making any kind of judgement, but about a few hours in I had this horrible feeling that once again this was another soulless, rushed game, and I still don't feel any different after finishing the game.
what stuck out to me was that there's no sense of urgency despite what the plot is, serious topics are not treated with care as the writing overall is shallow, and the gods as well as any other enemy you encounter are just cartoon villains (and apparently the lore retconning, but I'm not well-versed enough to dissect that so I won't).
I can't take this plot seriously when it feels so disjointed and forced and lazy. and I see no point in caring about anything when choices literally don't matter. no say in who you recruit, no say in the relationships with them and they have almost no awareness of rook, definitely doesn't matter if you have allies or not bc they show up anyway, and only four companions are locked into unavoidable decisions where one of them bites the dust no matter what (which is strange bc why are harding and davrin forced to die no matter if they're at hero status while bellara and neve can literally survive blight if they're at hero status), so it's impossible to try to strategize for better (or worse) outcomes with all the people you've gathered when there's only one right answer that the game pretty much tells you instead of letting you think for yourself (and side note this game does an incredible amount of hand holding). the game actively tries to trick you into thinking your choices matter with the onscreen notifications, but nothing matters bc the devs clearly had only one story in mind and for some reason lied that it had "complex choices".
also rook in general wasn't interesting as a protagonist bc they were written to be perfect. they always know what to say and are so supportive of everyone. they never struggle with anything. not even with leadership beyond "man leading a team is hard :/" but it doesn't actually show how hard it is by having actual volatile conflict between the companions* or showing how their plans sometimes fail. which, if we actually had choices that mattered, would have helped develop that struggle. also? what's with everyone being so friendly? I'm not gonna get into that but everyone is so eerily nice and it's been said a lot but yeah, the world is extremely sanitized and devoid of any real conflict aside from the gods I guess.
*(like off the top of my head cassandra fighting with varric and accusing him of not being on their side or how the inquisitor can literally punch dorian and solas if approval is low enough or fenris and anders bordering on killing each other is not the same as lucanis and davrin distrusting each other or people being uncomfortable with emmrich's necromancy. it just scratches the surface of conflict and never goes anywhere)
and let me say real quick again, there's nothing wrong if they wanted to make a more rigid story about being a hero. it's been done a million times and it can be executed well, but if you do that you need to make sure you 1) don't lie to people and 2) actually flesh out your (especially main) characters and plot to give people a reason to care. look at dragon age 2. hawke is a fixed protagonist with their own life front and center. they ultimately only have two choices (siding with mages or templars), but it works bc the game took time to build up the conflict straight from act 1 so by the time chaos happens in act 2 and 3 you understand why bc it's Been brewing the whole time. it just makes sense. the villains as well have sound reasons and feel real instead of being evil just bc. the story is more grounded, yet you have choices. you decide if hawke ends up alone or not. you decide how they approach situations with force or diplomacy. there's none of that in veilguard. a game that supposedly took 10 years to make. when dragon age 2 took almost 16 months (yes I know da2 also has problems like the fact that the templars are always proven right but this isn't the place to dissect that).
I want to be fair though and I do want to restate what I enjoyed about the game. the cc (though would it kill them to have more variety in face textures like age and body types beyond average.. also no colour wheel... especially since they claimed their cc was so good), the map progression/visuals/exploration (how certain places become more blighted overtime), the factions (though I feel there should have been more content for your faction, and helping them or not should have mattered more), the combat (did not feel like a slog, pretty fun and mindless), the companions (bellara, davrin, emmrich, harding, and lucanis had solid personalities and stories despite my complaints. neve was not memorable and I just feel sad for taash's bad writing), certain parts of the story were good, the intro and the point of no return sequences were solid, and the ending didn't feel rushed or boring compared to inquisition. and yes, I do appreciate that rook can be trans, I just think a little more subtly and care would've been nice.
another thing I did like and predicted was that varric died at the beginning of veilguard, and for a second I actually enjoyed that because i thought we were finally (a bit too late tho) getting some depth to rook and their own struggles of accepting his death and carrying this weight without him. and while I do think maybe they should've taken more time to establish the mentor/mentee relationship so we really feel rooks regret, I still think it was at least the right direction where in their grief they still see him, giving advice and narrating their journey.....but then it turned out to just be solas manipulating them the whole time, immediately destroying any emotional weight this reveal had.
whenever bioware has good ideas they shoot themselves in the foot and make it about solas. it's like nothing in the world exists without solas being involved somehow, and that is just incredibly boring and uninspired to me. not to mention solas just being an insufferable ass the whole time, which is fine, but it's not even in a compelling way like he used to be. he became so ugly by the end and the fact that the devs consider redeeming him the "good ending" and not giving him what he deserves is very telling and once again shows their own bias is king over good storytelling (solas' feelings should not come into play here, whether you/your companions live or die should determine good/bad ending since solas is trapped no matter what, only difference is who is trapped with him. idk but I personally think different endings actually means different outcomes). i will not go into the bs of the secret post credit scene, bc frankly I'm fed up with bioware's shitty writing and I won't be playing their next world ending space aliens game (unless they miraculously pull a good story out of their ass but lbr).
overall the bad outweighs the good for me. it's fun to play as a game, it's a decent fantasy game, but the story just doesn't do anything for me. sometimes I wonder if dreadwolf was a completely different game and was scrapped for veilguard last minute. maybe this was yet another inevitable industry fuck up and maybe there was a good story planned at one point. idk. all I know is bioware lied. respect and credit to the poor devs and writers who actually cared and to those who were kicked from the project, but in the end bioware promised too much and delivered too little.
#this is what happens when im forced to be on campus for 12 hours. bored out of my mind might as well make it everyone elses problem#anyway... i think I've said everything i need to. feel free to add on or whatever but if youre going to be an ass don't bother#or just send me an ask telling me how stupid i am and we can kiss about it#bioware critical#datv spoilers#dragon age spoilers#six speaks#i wanted to fix some of my points to be more clear but atp id never post this so ill edit when im more awake#please correct me if im wrong about anything. i don't really have time to dig deep into the game w college so id like to know
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DRAGON AGE STARTER CALL. like for a starter set in the dragon age universe, from either dragon age based characters or characters with crossover verses ( kinsey, cherche, dorothea, sophie hatter, ella of frell, more ) specifying muses gets you priority. (note: while i have added my rook and neve to my muse list, i'll be avoiding most veilgu.ard content unless specifically requested. any posts will be tagged with veilgua.rd spoi.lers as well)
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There were times where Mari longed for the openness of the ocean, and the freedoms that it afforded her. Nothing truly anchoring her, no pointed fingers that told her where to go, who to be, and how the world around her ought to shape her. She had been fortunate in many ways to have been allowed it, even as estranged from folks she had once called family as she was. That was the price for having struck out on her own, she supposed. She was a Lord or Fortune, and as long as there was coin, she would always have somewhere to go, and something to do. People to meet.
Rook was a striking example of that. She did not wish to be in his shoes, with the weight of the world's fate resting heavily on it, nor did she know how to help him with it. She tried. Thought long and hard on it at the end of the day as she sat beside the caretaker's awfully handy little table and watched the wisps outside of Neve's own tower. Maribel shouldered open the door to his room, and poked her head around it. Fuck, forgot to knock again. Whoops.
"Hey, Rook. Wanted to know if you fancied a jaunt to Rivain. Want to go watch the sunset on the beach. Or, if a drink's what you fancy, we could go grab a bevvy from the Hall of Valour. Starting to get a little stir crazy."
@tarrasch / closed starter / companion!maribel.
#ROOK LADAIR — GENERAL.#THE LORD OF FORTUNE — THREADS.#THE LORD OF FORTUNE — VERSE : COMPANION.#here ya go B)#dragon age spoilers /#datv spoilers
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“just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.”
ind. sel. priv. ROOK of dragon age: the veilguard ft. verses in bg3, fallout, mad max, and more! beloved by bean.
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#dragon age rp#darp#da rp#veilguard rp#fantasy rp#fallout rp#bg3 rp#self promo.#ok i made a gameplay one like the cool kids
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some basic info for fianna's dragon age verse
dalish elf
shapeshifter ( not related to mage abilities )
knight enchanter ( dai ), spellblade ( datv )
left her clan at 16 after her twin brother was killed by bandits and roamed for a few years
pledged to the inquisition after the explosion at the conclave
was present with varric and harding when they recruited rook, ultimately chose to join the veilguard as well
very complicated feelings about solas
companion quests for inquisition involve hunting down the bandits responsible for fionn's death
companion quests for veilguard involve finding more information about her shapeshifter ancestors
her constant companion is a female mabari named ashara whom she found abandoned as a puppy
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𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑺 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝒁𝑬𝑵𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮.
A Dragon Age verse loved and crafted by Jackie
Read More under the cut.
Lark remembered her earliest days within the great city state of Starkhaven. Her parents were elves that lived in the alienage. She remembered playing there until her family decided to leave Starkhaven for Tevinter. What she later learned was that her father got a job with the Shadow Dragons. They moved to Minrathous when Lark was eight years old. It was a whole new world for Lark, but she didn’t mind, she made friends with a human boy named Caelum Tsukino. They were inseparable, and his parents were also in the Shadow Dragons. They were taught together, ate together, and went everywhere together. Lark learned how to wield blades and bows while Caelum honed his magic. Life was good, and Lark enjoyed the times where she traveled with her father to Treviso to treat with the Crows. She often played with the crows her age and made friends.
For several years this was how it was. Life was hard but good. Lark officially became a Dragon after the loss of her father, who was killed on a mission, and her mother died from illness a year later. All she had left was Caelum, whom she had fallen deeply in love with. She protected him at all costs, and he loved her in return. Lark took the nickname “ Rook ” given to her by Varric.
After getting involved with a difficult duty of tracking Venatori, Lark and Caelum became engaged, and after the mission, they would be married. However, during a scouting mission, they were ambushed by Venatori, and taken captive. Both of them endured torture, and pain for several days. Lark tried to escape, and was severely wounded. She couldn’t protect Caelum as they took him away for a strange ritual. Lark was angry, so much so it attracted a powerful demon known as Retribution, once a spirit of Protection. . He promised her that if he allowed him to possess her, then she would get her revenge. Lark accepted the terms, and when the demon, who introduced himself as Hizenfrae, thrummed with an unnatural fiery strength. She forced herself up and despite the pain in her wounds, she interrupted the ritual, and murdered the venatori savagely. Through her blades did Hizenfrae sing. However, to Lark’s horror, Caelum had been drained of blood.
She had to get to Varric, and get help, she pushed herself so far that her body eventually gave out and she fell down the shaft. Not even the demon could wake her. Fortunately, she was found by Varric and taken back to the hideout to recover. When she awoke, she confided only in Varric of what happened. Told him of Hizenfrae and made him swear not to tell another living soul. They held a funeral for Caelum, and Lark vowed she would destroy every single Venatori. Over the next two years, Lark continued her work as a Shadow Dragon, and her bond with Hizenfrae became stronger. He was strange for a demon, he didn’t take control and only made an appearance when Lark’s life was threatened. He remained dormant, except when it came to battle. He would channel his power through the blades that Lark wielded. Eventually, she joined Varric in hunting the Dreadwolf.
#. the retribution ( dragon age )#. the portraits ( self promo )#dragon age rp#da rp#dragon age veilguard rp#veilguard rp
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when I'm going to have so many muses and just *facepalm*
But honestly, I really want to add 3 new characters. 2 are OCs
My Succubus Durge, Rhea
Mel Medarda - Arcane
Lilya Laidar - my new dragon age Rook (will give her a Bg3 verse)
I mean, look at them! how could I not write them <3
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