#and the dreadwolf is nothing but stubborn

[elvhenguard]

Even though we maybe working with Solas, I think it will be an uneasy alliance. One where he has his own motivation and is still thinking about tearing down the veil.

I wouldn't be surprised he is like turns against or betrays us at like the middle point or something.

[ly-art]

My newest Solavellan chapter (no smut, lol)

I present to you chapter 21 of my solavellan fanfic! A little sneak peak will be under the link of it!

One look into her eyes made him shudder. They were golden, emanating power—and death. She looked like an ancient goddess, ready to reap the souls of those she had killed, who had incurred her divine wrath. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Amatisha seemed like an entirely different being and yet... something familiar tugged at his memory. As if he knew this feeling, but... it had been so long ago. But his thought of a goddess remained. A goddess. Yes, there. It was so faint, no normal person would have noticed, but Solas did. A thread of... Mythal. If Mythal had her hands in this... *What have you done to that child?* He took a step towards her, the urge to heal her, to relieve some of her pain and suffering, but he hissed when the sensation of death gleamed in her eyes again, turning the gold dark, foggy. Her lips curled into a cruel smile, forming words without voicing them. She seemed to say that he was next. It was the same expression she had when they had saved her in Val Royeaux. The same darkness lingered in her eyes now, the same hate directed at *him*. But Solas didn’t recoil. This wasn’t her. Something was controlling her, something that deemed him a threat. Time was of the essence. He wouldn’t disappoint her. Not again. Solas had to do something, *now*. This *thing* was trying to overtake her, ready to unleash even more havoc if no one intervened. Solas couldn’t let that happen. Knowing what he was about to do was dangerous, risking everything to reveal his true identity, every instinct screamed that he couldn’t just *leave* her like this. He locked eyes with the mad creature behind those cruel, twisted eyes and summoned all the power he had managed to replenish. He felt it roar beneath his skin, and he focused it all on her. He recoiled at the wildness of it. It felt like a cornered animal, lashing out at everything that came too close. No control. Nothing but chaos. Amatisha was losing. Solas zeroed in on that wildness, baring his own teeth at it until it retreated, slowly. He calmed it, steadying her magic, step by painstaking step, giving her back some of that much-needed control. The shadow fought, clawing and kicking to stay, but then it finally vanished, and the golden color drained from her eyes. Her usual fade-like eyes returned—unfocused, empty, exhausted.

And just because I love this part I will put it in here!!

But seeing her sitting there—broken, hurt, and trembling—his heart had stopped beating. She couldn’t die. He wouldn’t let that happen. His arms and legs wobbled visibly as he had used up almost every bit of ancient magic left in him to help her. And still, he willed every bit of stubbornness into his body to keep his voice steady so he could scold her, ask her what the hell she was doing. And in his rage, in his terror, he called her vhenan. His heart. *I must be going mad.* Shock froze him in place as Amatisha’s eyes widened before fluttering closed. Exhaustion had taken its toll, and she sank toward his chest. Solas’s arms hung limply at his sides, realizing what he didn’t want to acknowledge for quite some time. It seemed his exhaustion had loosened the lock he kept around his heart and his tongue, releasing feelings and words he shouldn’t, couldn’t utter. This wasn’t just fondness. He... loved her. *Loved her.* *Him.* The person who had been called ruthless, cruel, *heartless*. A monster. The Dreadwolf, the frightening commander you didn’t want to meet on the battlefield. He had never fallen in love, with no one. What he had with Viera had been special, yes, but not like this. Never like this. His ears were ringing, the realization too much to bear, his heart too much to bear. Slowly, he looked down at the amazing and foolish woman who had been sobbing, telling him she was broken. The hollowness, the trauma simmering in her eyes. Yet, all he had seen was someone who desperately sought healing and was trying to hold herself together. Trying to do something worthy. And in the process, she had captivated his heart. A smile bloomed on his face, warm and loving. He couldn’t stop it. How could he not love her?

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

2 or 4 for sula?

I'm gonna shake things up, make some interim codex entries for between Inquisition and Dreadwolf. Sometime during the comics and Absolution probably! :D

(Thank you for the ask! <3)

2. a letter written by your OC’s family member

A letter collected by Agents looking for more information on the Inquisitor’s weaknesses. For some reason, The Dread Wolf threw these out, and refused to engage with our tactics here. I’ve preserved what I could in case the Dread Wolf changes his mind.

My dear Kadan,

Your little one is smiling brightly these days. It pains me that you do not get to see these smiles. She does not walk yet, but she is attempting. Every day she grows stronger, and every day I can see that stubborn resolve your husband has given to her. She looks just like you did at that age, but I suspect much of her spirit is Rainier. That is what your Grandmother says too. You were gentle and sweet baby, my Ursula, always reaching for your family, wanting nothing but to be held and to hold back. Little Gwenyth is independent. Perhaps she has learned that from you as well, with how you have changed these years. 

I know your work is important. I know too that the Inquisition, though no longer, is not truly done. I simply wish that you could leave it to someone new. That you and your husband could return, stay with us in Kirkwall, or take Gwenyth back to your home, and rest. All I wish for you is rest, my Kadan. 

Your siblings have taken to protecting Kirkwall with all their heart. They follow in your footsteps. I know you always thought yourself a follower, but you have your father’s spirit. Just like your daughter does. With a smile, and warmth, you lead by example. I am proud, so proud. But it does make my heart ache. 

When you can. Come home. Grandmother is saying the old prayers for you every night. Aunt Kassaranda joins. I think I will too.

Be safe, Kadan. 

Your mother

4. a letter from your OC to their love interest

A letter collected by Agents looking for more information on the Inquisitor’s weaknesses. For some reason, The Dread Wolf threw these out, and refused to engage with our tactics here. I’ve preserved what I could in case the Dread Wolf changes his mind.

Thom,

You know I hate to send you away. You know I hate all of this. I want us to go home, back to the cottage, you, me, Jenny. But we can’t. And I know you know we can’t. I’m almost saying this more for me than you at this point. To remember–exactly what you said this morning when we said goodbye.

“For Jenny.”

I think you are worried about me. I know it’s foolish to say don’t. I worry about you too much to tell you to do any different. But I did lie this morning when we said goodbye. I’m sorry for that. I didn’t know how to say it. But you were right. The dreams are getting more frequent every day now. Whatever is coming, it’s close. We’re nearing the end of these long years of preparation, and I think the battle is on its way. That’s why I need you with the Wardens. That’s why I need to head to Tevinter. 

This section is crossed out violently. It continues afterwards in a more steady hand, though the page is stained with tears.

It hurt so much to send you away. I don’t know why, but this one feels… Like it may be the last time.

I love you, Thom. I could be not be what I need to be without you. I could not do any of this alone. I am sorry to ask so much of you, but I will remember what you said and hold it close to my heart. Please know I would fly to you if I could.

For Jenny. We’re doing all this for Jenny.

Hopefully it will all be over soon.

Love,

Sula