#pre solavellan

[queenaeducan]

Var Shiral'vhen - Chapter Fifteen: Gentle Reflection

Non-binary Lavellan/Solas. Rated M. Summary: Ian is used to partings, but when Solas leaves with the Herald for the western reaches of Ferelden he is left lonelier than he is used to.

The snow today is heavy, dusting his shoulders and the crown of his hood as he trudges through it, satchel burdening his back to the point of aching. Outside the hut where Adan plies his craft, Ian pauses, kicking his boots against the stoop and trying to dislodge the slush that packs against the heels.

“Threnn’s no help.” Adan’s greeting is brusque as always, though he glances up to make sure it is Ian he addresses. “Told me what I really need more of is patience.” The turn of his brow and the grumble in his throat lend clues to how he feels about that particular piece of advice.

“And how many–how many tonics can you brew with patience, Master Alchemist?” Ian asks, depositing his satchel on the workbench and turning to hang his cloak on one of the hooks beside the door.

“Surprisingly, the same number as without it.”

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[nokdunal]

Younger(?) Solas 🤔

[dianapocalypse]

ok solavellan nation. what’s YOUR one true solavellan song

u can’t pick hallelujah that’s the canon one. NO PLAGIARISM

[binabees]

-Why are you looking at me like that?

-You remind me of another elf I once Knew.

Felassan may you haunt the narrative forevermore.

[vir-bellanaris]

I wanted to share the commission of Solas and my Lavellan pre-Trespasser I got from AgusZebrowska.

The first time I shared it was right when the game dropped and it was a ghost town on here lmao

It's also my pfp but I can't shout about it enough!!

[pandaspwnz]

I was 19 when Inquisition came out, and the Solavellan romance affected me in a way no video game romance had before or since, not only with how much it emotionally destroyed me (crestwood and trespasser it is on sight), but also with how much I absolutely fell in love with Solas' character and his dynamic with Lavellan, and for how long afterwards I stayed fixated on them with 0 breaks.

So anyway, I finished Veilguard yesterday and

[bunabi]

the months before DAI dropped were so light-hearted and fun and now it's like 🧍🏾‍♀️ thank goodness it's only 70-something more days of this

[evanhereonearth]

Thank you for opening prompts! I have one that has been bothering me for a long time, but i can't write it myself, so i need help( ...

Solas healing the unconscious Lavellan and helping and protecting her in her dream in his wolf form like in this codex by Adan.

https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Codex_entry:_Patient_Observations

I know I know this is pretty popular topic for fics and art, but it's actually canon and I love this idea soooo much... I need all the details I just can't resist

Interlude, Tarasyl'nin

Day One

It was not supposed to happen this way.

Solas fights to keep his visage still despite being the only person within twenty paces of the prisoner. She is, after all, the only one in the Chantry dungeon.

Her hand spits and sparks with the Anchor's power even now, flashing green light through the cell. Even with layers of earth and rock between Solas and the open sky, he does not need to look to know it responds to each and every one of the Breach's fits and starts.

It will kill her; it is only a matter of time.

Yet, somehow, it has not killed her yet.

For all his years and experience, Solas is at a loss.

She should not have been able to walk physically in the Fade, not one of these creatures of today's world. Even a mage, or what qualifies for one here. His lip curls with the thought; it is akin to calling an Orlesian poodle puppy a wolf. He has awoken in a time where every living soul simply thinks Orlesian poodle puppies are wolves.

Yet she is elven. Perhaps that can explain it. Some remnant of the People in this distant shadow.

Her body thrashes as the Breach expands, and Solas instinctively reaches out to take hold of her left hand. His mana reacts to the touch even as his skin bursts into tingles where their skin makes contact. The Anchor jerks with such violence that he can almost hear it screaming.

"Need a Templar over there, mage?" one of the guards calls out, perhaps alerted by the sudden burst of light from the Anchor.

"No," Solas replies shortly. "This is no new development. A Templar negating magic would only seek to mask her symptoms, and for there to be any hope of understanding, I must see her symptoms as they arise."

It will not be long before Adan returns from his rest break. The apothecary has also suggested Templar involvement. Solas grits his teeth with the frustration of the thing. He could easily be overruled if something here does not improve.

The Breach once more wobbles back into equillibrium, at least as much as such a thing can be said. Solas places his thumb on the prisoner's wrist.

Her heartbeat flutters in her pulse, fast as the beating wings of a bat clawing its way through the air. Solas removes his thumb, using it instead to push back first her left eyelid, then her right. Pupils still dilated, so black they engulf all but a ring of verdant moss green at the edges of her irises. They remain evenly blown, however. A small mercy that this woman at least escaped without a concussion.

No small feat, considering she tumbled approximately twenty feet out of a rift to hit the ground.

As usual, she responds to none of his minstrations.

The Anchor ought to be his, but Solas has long since learned the futility of clinging to what ought to be instead of what is. What is dictates what is possible to change.

What is stretches his patience and his fortitude as tight as the veil itself around the Breach. He stifles an ironic chuckle. His own handiwork, the veil, the product of his own cleverness battling with his relative inexperience with blood magic and pure desparation. Even a year after waking, he can scarce believe he succeeded--and even scarcer believe the price.

For now, it is moot. He is weak. He was never equal to his ancient foes, and he is not, apparently, equal to this modern enemy.

Nor is she.

Solas gazes upon the prisoner. He has avoided looking at her face, only allowing himself to see blurs of pale skin and a smattering of freckles cast with green the colour of her eyes in lines he does not wish to acknowledge.

But he must. Acknowledge what is.

Here is what is.

First: He failed to appropriately caluculate the possibility of his orb not killing Corypheus. Corypheus lives, Solas's orb is in his possession, and this Dalish woman somehow thwarted Corypheus's ritual to claim the Anchor.

Solas would be a fool not to be thankful for that twist of fate.

Second: The Dalish woman has survived, despite all odds to the contrary. Survived the blast by instinctively using the Anchor to tear open a rift into the Fade and close it behind her--there is little other possible explanation--and survived walking in the Fade even with her middling connection to it after millennia of this world leaching away everything that made the People his People.

Third: She lives still, and the Anchor, while spreading, while certain to kill her eventually, is not spreading as quickly as he thought it would.

Fourth: The Anchor is far from the only threat to her life. The human Chantry in all their blind hubris may well murder her out of their own hysterical fear; they may do the same to him if he cannot help her sufficiently to keep her alive long enough to attempt to seal the Breach.

Fifth: The Breach is an abomination. Solas cannot linger too long on the emotions of its effects; if he allows himself to feel the pain of every spirit torn through the rifts or the Breach itself, he will tear himself to pieces.

Sixth: This woman is the best and only chance they have to seal the Breach at all. The Anchor may consume her, but she is no longer expendable.

A final thought, more fancy than finality, is that ironically, she may also be his single best hope for surviving this calamity.

He forces himself to look upon her face.

Her features are delicate without being dainty, the grace of a rapier against one of the Seeker's broadswords. She carries forward the strong nose bridge of the Elvhen, high cheekbones, a jaw well-defined with a chin that almost makes her entire face appear heart-shaped. Her lashes flutter in her fitful sleep, crescents of black against her too-pale skin. Despite her flesh being sallowed by her body's struggle to live, her freckles stand out in warm relief. Not unlike his own, Solas supposes, a dusting of them, invisible even at a few paces, but up close, they soften her. It's oddly charming. A single darker freckle dots the upper right corner of her lip. Not far from there, the indentation of a dimple rests.

A fleeting thought hits him like a lightning strike, that if she were to smile, that dimple may bury her right into the heart of him.

Absurdity. Solas shakes off the thought.

Black hair tangles in waves and loose curls around her head, a single curl remaining defined just behind her left ear. A perfect ringlet, pristine despite her predicament.

An odd detail to notice.

He is avoiding the rest, but he must let himself see.

The green inked into her face. It dances across her cheekbones, up the bridge of her nose, fans out over her forehead. He's heard the guards snort and scoff at the "tree" on the "knife ear's" face, but Solas knows it is no tree.

Even the Dalish think it is a tree, branding themselves slaves in their ignorance. Fools. And she is, very obviously, a Dalish fool for doing the same.

But Mythal's vallaslin is no tree.

It had to be hers, did it not? Perhaps he could look upon any of the other Evanuris' blood writing without flinching, but Mythal's? One would think that after ten millennia of struggle, the pain of it would have subsided somewhat. Mythal is thousands of years dead.

Yet here she is again, reminding Solas of how deeply her bindings worked their way into the flesh he never wanted. His still bears the scar; even when he cast her out of his skin, he needed the reminder to never allow someone such power over him again.

Mythal's vallaslin is no tree. It is not even veins, blood or lyrium or otherwise, despite its resemblance. It is neither of those things.

It's him. It's every spirit like him.

Mythal who nearly emptied the Fade of its Wisdom, built bodies for all like him, branded them all with their own self-portraits. "We are the best of both physical and Fade," she told him once as she wheedled him into following her into the depths of despair and ruin. Out of love. Love she always professed to return, but like a mother overrun with children beyond counting, his place as her favourite mattered little when all were only tools to her.

Solas tightens his lips, staring down at the prisoner. He seldom allows himself to even think so candidly; his love for Mythal, her turning away over and over to become what he despised, the glimmers and scraps of hope she tossed him until that final dreadful day, the reminder of his failure to reach her. All this time.

His own vallaslin had hardly healed on his face before he knew it to be naught but a reminder of everything he'd given up, everything he'd lost. Everything he sacrificed.

And now here it is, branded again on unwitting skin.

It was not supposed to happen this way.

For a moment, Solas is not certain what he means. His own existence? The Anchor? Corypheus? This tragic creature sleeping before him?

He has no answers. He does not even know her name.

Only that he must save her life.

His mana stirs as he delves through her, seeking any remaining injuries that could impede the progress of her healing mind. If her body strengthens, perhaps she will wake.

For this moment, at least, they share a fate.

***

Thank you so so much for this prompt!!! I got carried away and will have to probably do a Part 2 and Part 3. >.>

My little hearrrrt.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

I would be interested in the Solavellan metal playlist 👉🏼👈🏼

KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH ANON truly there are not many of us here lmaooo. this is melodic/doom/heavy/gothic metal!!!! i have like 10 outtake songs that didn't fit the right Vibe so i'm also trying make a folk/symphonic one too for those eventuallyyyyyyy

because i am Insane they are also in Plot Order. Here's the song/story breakdown:

1-2: Solas awakens 3: Discovering the past 4: Dread Wolf's legacy 5: Lavellan reaching out 6-7: Falling in love in a dream 8-9: Solas' guilt 10-11: Relationship ending 12: No more distractions 13-14: Love and regret 15: Duty over self 16: Post-breakup breakdowns 17: Sorrow into resolve 18: Greatest fears 19: After leaving/Lavellan's farewell 20: In another world

[avvidstarion]

The way that the inquisitor doesn’t get to participate in the final showdown with solas unless you romanced him. Whatever

[queenaeducan]

Var Shiral'vhen - Chapter Thirteen: A Pretense for Company

Non-binary Lavellan/Solas. Rated M. Summary: Solas tests the Inquisition's mage allies, and Ian's tolerance for his company.

“If our aim is to hold back the Fade, then…” Connor had finished dusting the snow from Bronagh’s hair and robes, but turns and brushes her shoulder again, as if to give meaning to his hesitation. His face is one Solas has seen in dreams, before this. Spirits of joy recollect his boyhood games in Castle Redcliffe, until a child’s bargain had turned those games into the town’s nightmare. He is older, now, hair long enough to draw his hair back in a ponytail only the length of his thumb.

He steps out from Bronagh’s side, his gaze unsteady beneath Solas’s discerning stare. “It’d like to give it a try, ser.”

With a bow, Solas gestures towards the open space between them. Connor moves forward with hands curled at his sides, which Solas gently taps with the base of his staff. “Open your hands, first,” he instructs, “nothing has ever been built with a fist.”

Connor obliges, blood flowing back into his knuckles like air into his lungs. Solas grants him a moment’s preparation, then begins.

The rift gasps into existence much as before, fluttering the hem of Connor’s robe as it seeks to draw him in, dreams grasping at dreams. He ignores the tear itself, focusing past to tend to what flows through. A pocket of atmosphere collects where his hands direct it, a void ballooning where he repels the Fade. It presses against the ribs, a mere taste of the reckoning Solas has wrought upon the world.

Reality itself shudders, and the rift draws shut.

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[gxldencity]

tbqh I Am not looking forward to ppl judging others for who they romance in da:tv, especially if it's a popular romance :< ppl kept doing that till at least 2021 with solavellans and cullenmancers. and idk if they are mainly minding their own business and just sharing what they love they should be left alone.

esp if the solavellan or cullenmancer is a poc. I've seen far too many ppl send hate to poc for romancing solas or cullen, almost implying that bc they are a poc, then they shouldnt be romancing a white male character, which is Just so fucking gross especially if you're a white person doing this (and tbqh it's always white ppl who are doing this)

[freesidexjunkie]

also fully imagining sarissa languishing over dramatically against a wall in this ruin to mess with solas

"Oh, an inquisitor with an elven lover. How terribly scandalous. What would the chantry think?"

i just want to watch this very composed man try so hard not to crack a smile at the very not composed love of his incredibly long life

[catdotnip]

trying to make myself like solavellan?????

[onewomancitadel]

Solavellan is good because Solas is already a polarising character deeply embedded in the worldbuilding, so knowing that they stumbled into it, essentially at the behest of one female employee (I don't remember the full story), and during the extra extended year of development in DA:I, makes a lot of sense. Like it was always going to be an interesting and compelling romance, or at least an exciting idea and not just simply romance as a reward, because surrounding Solas are a lot of potent ideas (freedom, beguilement, power and godhood, the elves alone) which open up many opportunities for player engagement and to expand upon the narrative and worldbuilding.

There's a lot of room for roleplaying too, which I think is a critically understated component, because of two major twists with the romance (the vallaslin and then Trespasser's whole deal), where what Lavellan believes, and how she's hurt by him, really matter. Is it a tragic romance or a betrayal story? Or both? One of the really disappointing things about online discourse is that the question is always 'is it or is not okay to like Solas'. It's never focussed on 'why is Solas such a polarising character?' which I think is really compelling. Do you buy that he really, absolutely believes in freedom at all costs? Do you think he's proud? Do you think he's a liar? Is he right? All of that makes for genuinely good roleplaying! It's a video game!

[cadaveerie]

i updated the og post with solas' romance description btw! :] and the source

Romance options for the Inquisitor in DATV CC (descriptions)

for THE IRON BULL, DORIAN PAVUS, CULLEN RUTHERFORD (preview), NONE. with transcriptions!

THE IRON BULL Soldier, spy, survivor—the Iron Bull was many things even before a romance inside the Inquisition changed his life forever. The hulking Qunari called the Iron Bull, a shameless flirt, was pleased when the Inquisitor returned his overtures. But what began as a way for them to unwind grew into something deeper and more profound. When The Iron Bull's superiors demanded he turn on the Inquisitor, he refused—and never regretted it.

DORIAN When the northern mage came to the Inquisition looking for help, he discovered a love enduring and rare. Born and raised in the Tevinter Imperium, Dorian hadn't though he'd find much to impress him when he travelled south. But as he and the Inquisitor became drawn to each other, their attraction bloomed into a deep and caring relationship that endured even after Dorian reluctantly returned home.

SOLAS He possessed knowledge beyond any mortal, yet even the Dread Wolf could not foresee what it would mean to fall in love. Though Solas hid his past from the Inquisitor, the more time they spent together, the more precious that time became. Their connection was passionate and undeniable. Solas mourned that his duty to the past forced him to leave her in the end, but the Inquisitor knew what they had might not be so quick to fade.

CULLEN A man haunted by duty's demands, Cullen Rutherford never expected to find love during his time in the Inquisition.

NONE The Inquisitor was always busy handing her/his/their growing forces, potential allies, and dealing with ever more dangerous threats. The Inquisitor led by example, plunging into the wilds to recruit followers, end rivalries and keep the common folk safe from monsters. She/he/they even made forays into the grand politics that decided the fate of an empire. She/He/They gained lifelong friends, enemies, and rivals along the way.

Note: I've made direct transcriptions, typos included.

sources: bull, dorian, none (not the original sources though because i can't find them. i'll edit this post if i do) ; cullen ; solas

Edit:

Added Solas!

Because there seems to be some confusion: No, this is not all of the romances. All of the romances available in Inquisition are available for the Inquisitor in this game as well. We just haven't seen the text for them (the reason some of the romances are blocked is because their romances were blocked in Inquisition. In this case, the inquisitor was probably a female non-elf, since they can't romance Solas (only elf female), Dorian (only male) or Cassandra (only male.))

As you can see in the source and the title of this post, the Cullen romance bit is just a preview, that's not the whole text. I clarified it in the beginning of the post but I guess some people didn't understand.

Sorry for the confusion.