#I made it w/out ending the world or having to punch Solas

[baekuras]

Finished Veilguard and...yeah no I need more of it and every companion actually wtf do you mean they won't make DLC for this game???

[thegeminisage]

Elf edition: Zevran, Fenris, Solas

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: you tie him up and are ready to kill him for trying to kill you and he still rolls a natural 20 on flirting skillsworst quality: can’t pick locksship them with: aw i dont have anyone i guess its been ages since i played origins altho im sure he and isabela had a great time togetherbrotp them with: honestly look he and wynne crack me up sometimesmisc. thoughts: zevran is the only origins romance option who can’t appear in da:i but thats bc if you romance him he stays with you and i think thats beautiful

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff - extremely loyal to loved ones made me hesitate over hufflepuff at first but his brashness and mild saving people thing he gets in the dlc and his tendency to act on anger/impulse undoubtedly make him a gryffindor in my eyesbest quality: Angst™worst quality: can you stop shit talking merrill for FIVE MINUTES!!!ship them with: girl hawke :(brotp them with: i actually really like all of his dialogue w/ sebastian...i’m “eh” on sebastian as a character, i could take or leave him, but his conversations w/ fenris actually make me like him a lot better and see how sebastian himself COULD have been given a lot more depth if they’d had time to develop him properlymisc. thoughts: made me realize all of my favorite fictional characters fall under “pick one or more: amnesiac, reluctant assassin, extremely angry”

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff - he wants to play the EXTREMELY long game to come out on top so like.best quality: he really had me fooled the first go round i’ll give him that muchworst quality: WHERE do i START - he LIED to me, he TOOK A SWING AT MY GIRL FLEMETH, he wants to DESTROY THE WORLD, he’s RUDE AS HELL to his elf gf if u play elf, he’s a know-it all,ship them with: the business end of my weaponbrotp them with: if i have to pick somebody, iron bull. i like their chess gamemisc. thoughts: i’m gonna PUNCH HIS LIGHTS OUT in da4 with the STUMP END OF MY MISSING ARM. look, i think he’s an extremely well-written character because they compelled me to feel genuine emotion but my emotion is he betrayed me and now he’s gotta die

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[fearunfulfillment-blog]

good end (this is a thank you for letting me follow my dreams ur an inspiration)

And then Bryn and Solas just- leave. They go to be together beyond the Eluvians, the world wondering where the Inquisitor has gone, as the threat has disappeared w/ them.

To touch him is so real and raw, and it overwhelms them and it burns them, and it fills them with a sort of relief they never would have expected to feel before now. It had been so long since they felt his skin, and they scarcely could believe this was not a dream- that they had finally been overcome by the sleep they had been avoiding for days, and now they were trapped in his realm and his domain. He was watching them, he always was.

The moment their fist made contact with his skin, it was a shock to both of them. He had expected a blade, or a magical blast, but to feel something so solid as flesh hit him- He let out a sound as he fell, and they tumbled after him. The world stilled around the two elves, their magic intertwining and causing a protective stillness over the two. As if by instinct, they sought to protect the other from themselves.

The grip they have on his ridiculous and grandstanding clothes, the pelt draped around him like an army general in a ceremony for award, doesn’t let up. They’re staring at him, eyes wide and unnerving, teeth grit and his eyes were closed and brow furrowed. He didn’t want to look at them, at the face of an elf who felt so scorned, because of him. Who didn’t sleep, because of him. Who donned slave markings, because of him.

It was all because of him.

Bryn yelled, and punched him again, and again. They yelled curses, and damnations, and he just kept his eyes closed even as they stopped and turned to tears instead of screams. Solas, so damn proud. Solas. They let go of him, still on top of him, and cradled their own face as they sobbed into their hand, balled up against their face- feeling so unbalanced as they tried to regain themself.

“Are you through?” He asks softly, eyes still closed. His voice shook slightly though, and they sobbed a bit more at the sound of it. “You’ve the opportunity to kill me now,” he whispers softly, tensing as their hand reached for him again. Tenderly this time, nails scraping lightly against his skin, and they know he felt the burning of the touch as much as they did.

“I should hate you.” Their voice shakes and rasps as it’s still trying to hold back the flood of emotions that they’ve ignored for years. “I should hate you so, so much.”

“You should.”

Their hand splayed across his cheek, and they press their forehead against his and breathe in the scent of his very being and relish in the contact of their face against his. Their hand shakes, “I could never though. Why?”

“I wish you would.” He responds, eyes still closed, skin quivering from his tension as his lover- once lover? Love, continues their gaze on him. Breath shaking and warm against his face, boiling hot and filled with anger and betrayal- and love and forgiveness.

“I never could…” They’re quiet and he cracks open his eyes and they look so defeated, and he knows the feeling because he is defeated as well. “Vhenan…” They’re overflowing with emotion, and it’s palpable in the air, and it’s crushing them- it’s crushing him and he relaxes and lets it overwhelm them both.

He falls flat, and they fall forward with him, head pressed against his chest and he knows they can hear the thud of his heartbeat that betrayed his emotions as much as anything about him could. They’re both quiet for a while at that, two of the same fighting for different things and reasons, both afraid and unsure of how to proceed with their mutual defeat. He breathes in, “what changed?”

They reply, “everything.”