#solrookvellan

[minaabitaa]

solrook this, solrook that. Rookvellan. I want my inky and rook to fuck theyre both hot

[broodwolf221]

okay, been thinking about the particulars of my post-game worldstate. so yeah, obviously major spoilers for the ending of davg here

nessa and solas have a child together, revas; because of this, nessa can't up and join him in the fade. rook is close with him and they end up with both nessa and solas (and bellara!) (poly chaos for everyone!)

now, my rook stays in the lighthouse. not all the time, but that's become their home. they've been with two clans - a dalish clan they were born into and are still close with, but left evenutally to pursue their own iteration of faith; and the red vallaslin clan which worships the forgotten ones, which they are less close with but felt like the right answer for a while

then they heard about the veil jumpers and felt like maybe they'd get answers that way, so joined them. while i haven't fleshed them out much, i know that they have meaningful connections to people in all these different groups, connections that they maintain. but all this jumping around has left them without a real singular sense of home. the route their clan took and the aravels are familiar to them, a warm childhood memory, but they don't feel like home; the more settled and secured base of the red vallaslin clan is familiar, but not homey or welcoming; the veil jumper camps are comforting, but not homey, either

but the lighthouse... unintentionally, surprisingly, that began to feel like home for them

so rook stays, and uses the eluvian system to travel quickly and easily wherever they're needed. or just where they want to be. they can visit their dalish clan, they can keep in touch with a few of the red vallaslin clan members, and ofc they can keep close with the veil jumpers

but the lighthouse is in the fade. as is solas. solas, who daw - my rook - has a complex relationship with, yes, but is also close to. solas means a great deal to them. so that's another small factor for wanting to stay here

and eventually, nessa visits. and nessa sees where her vhenan spent so much of his life. she sees where he studied the anchor he took from her. she sees where he was with his people and where he was isolated. she sees the murals

it takes time. a long time, probably a few years, but eventually she asks daw if she can come stay for a while. of course she brings revas along. and revas loves it. she's in the fade! she's a young mage living in the fade and playing with wisps. so "a while" ends up being longer and longer, until eventually daw, nessa, and revas are living in the lighthouse full-time

but none of them are stuck in the fade! nessa visits her friends from the inquisition. morrigan and kieran come to visit them in the lighthouse, usually staying for a while each time - the lighthouse always has room for them, after all

and bc solas is also in the fade, he can visit them. can't always be pulled from his work to do so, and for a while he just doesn't because he doesn't feel like it's right, but eventually, hesitantly, he returns. and he is welcomed. by everyone

he kinda expects nessa will welcome him. he's not sure how much revas will remember him. he's like 90% sure the caretaker will be fine with him. but rook... he can't imagine coming back to rook after everything

but daw has had all this time to work through their feelings. and there are still many sharp edges, many pains that will never go away, but they've made mistakes, too. so when he comes for the first time, they welcome him. so he stays for a few days. revas does remember him, although her memories are a little fuzzy, but he gets to reestablish his relationship with his daughter - and he always looks so happy around her, so at ease, his pain dropping away for a moment

he still has his duties. he will always have his duties, old and new; these define him, these are how he defines himself. the salve to regret is in making new choices, taking new actions, that he can take pride in. so he can never stay long. but time is different in the fade. travel is brief, when one knows how to navigate it. so he pops in regularly, sometimes only able to spare a few hours, but usually a few days. he's making progress. and sometimes when he's at the lighthouse he confers with everyone else, invites their ideas, their theories, their answers to his questions. he learns to trust

nessa cannot go with him. someone always needs to be there for revas. but every once in a while, daw will travel with him, will help him with something. they are not a mage, and sometimes he needs a mage, but both daw and nessa have mages they can ask to help. but when he just needs a helping hand, daw offers without reserve

and he doesn't understand. he doesn't. but he accepts it. because it is freely offered. and because he knows he cannot do this alone

also ik i kinda mentioned and then dropped bellara but i'm still figuring out where she fits in with all this! bc she loves daw, and i think she'd grow to appreciate nessa and revas, but ik she has mixed feelings about solas. i'm not forgetting her this is just an in process hc 😂

[broodwolf221]

solrookvellan and past solythal : daw aldwir, nessa lavellan, and solas are all together and he visits the lighthouse where daw (and eventually nessa) live. right now he's alone with daw talking about his past with mythal.

"It looked like..." Daw trailed off with a frown, and Solas drew the back of his fingers across their cheek. Their lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile, but it never quite made it. "It looked bad, Solas."

"What did?" There were too many things they could be mentioning. Too many guilts he bore. His only uncertainty was in which.

"Mythal." Daw's voice was quiet, soft, more an admission than an answer, and he blinked. His hand fell from their cheek.

"I... that is..." he cleared his throat unnecessarily, straightening from where he'd been reclined. "I turned against her. It was difficult." He laid his hands palm-up and open in his lap, looking at them instead of meeting Daw's eyes. "I regret it." He scoffed, a bitter sound. "One of many things I regret. But I could not stand beside her, not then."

"That wasn't what I meant." Now he was the one who frowned and met their eyes. They looked genuinely surprised. "At all."

"What, then?"

"It looked bad. From her." Daw shifted, drew a little closer, their legs tucked under them. "She asked you to take form. You didn't want to, but you did. Then she asked you to make the dagger. You didn't want to, but you did. Then she-"

"Please," he interrupted, hands turned and digging into his own legs now. "Please. I understand." It was a curious thing, this. For all that he never would have expected anything that had grown between him and Rook, he certainly never expected them to place him in the role of victim to the woman he'd loved. "You must understand. The murals, they show my regrets. They do not show the fullness of my life. They do not show all we were to each other." He sighed, looking away. "Tell me, Rook. Do you have regrets?"

"Of course." The answer came quickly. Too quickly.

"About people you care for? And who care for you?"

"... yeah."

"And if I were to be shown only those regrets, devoid of context... what conclusions might I draw?"

"Oh." They shifted, and he knew them well enough to recognize their discomfort. "Okay, yeah. I get that."

"I will deny none of what you saw," he said after a moment. "They are regrets for a reason. But they paint the narrowest view of our relationship, one which spanned countless centuries. You are correct: I did not want to take a body. But she asked, and I agreed. Would you do any less, for the one who means the most to you? Knowing that they truly needed your aid?"

"I mean," they gestured expansively around them, and he smiled. "I think it's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

"Quite. But I want you to understand."

"I was worried," they admitted, reaching for his hand. His fingers had relaxed at some point, but the weight of their hand on his was still foreign. He hesitated before turning to meet them, palm-to-palm. "But it was obvious she loved you. The fragment of Mythal I met, I mean." He winced. "Shit. Sorry. This isn't easy, huh?"

"No. No, certainly not easy." He leaned back, squeezing their hand reassuringly. "But you deserve the truth. And it can be given now. I loved her, too. I always will. What we had was real, and it was beautiful." He smiled at the rush of memory. "It is one thing I do not regret."

"Huh." They sounded quizzical and he turned to look at them, arching a brow. "Oh, no, it's nothing. Not really. It's dumb."

"Tell me," he prompted gently.

"I'm maybe..." they were blushing, he noticed. He was uncertain he'd ever seen them blush. "A little jealous? It's ridiculous."

"Need I demonstrate my loyalty to you, now?" He let his voice drop, let it thicken the way they liked, and thrilled at their full-body shiver.

"I mean," they managed, "what's the old saying? Dread Wolf-"

"-take me," he finished, and kissed them.

[broodwolf221]

WIP Folder Game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

thank you @ofcrowsanddragons for the tag! 💖 i'm gonna mix and match with some art and writing wip names

ghilan'nain taking andruil

puppyprogress

soladaar

sol_structural

ghilly - masturbation

solrookvellan

tagging (with no pressure!):

@jazzmckay | @mindtrove | @ineedmyknightcommander @queenaeducan | @pinacoladamatata | @plisuu

[broodwolf221]

If you're still doing the WIP ask game, Solrookvellan? 👀 I'm so interested in how that dynamic would work out. Who initiates, what discussions (if any) are had beforehand, etc. Your ao3 is the holy grail for bi Solas poly/multishipping and I'm seriously obsessed.

aaaaaa????? ? ? PLS you're so sweet omg? 😭😭😭😭 that is incredibly flattering fr 🥹

as to your questions: it's one of my inkys, nessa lavellan, solas ofc, and daw aldwir. nessa and solas are a thing (and they have a kid!) and daw is getting some Feelings for solas over the course of the game, which obviously leads to very complex feelings by the end

but nessa encourages daw to go for it! very much a case of let's do anything to try and get solas to stop. they talk about it through letters and then it's like daw/solas + nessa/solas that eventually morphs into daw/nessa/solas

this particular fic is... oof. hard to write! it takes place shortly after the end game and daw and solas are full on having a big blow-up argument. which isn't smth i have much experience writing! so it's really tricky. and it's in the fade and i kinda want to play with the environment shifting with everyone's reactions and intensity and everything

"Hey! Hey! Don't walk away from me!"

"There's no point to this, Rook!" Solas snapped over his shoulder, his long legs carrying him away fast. Fucker.

"You don't get to run away!"

"He's good at that," Nessa noted at their side, a dry amusement thread through her voice. Apparently enough to carry, because suddenly Solas stopped, raising a hand to rub at his face.

"Vhenan, I—"

"No, my heart," she interrupted, "we will have our time. Ample time. You need to talk to Daw. They deserve that much."

"I—" he cut himself off with a sigh, shoulders tensing. Then he slowly turned. "You are right, of course."

"Damn right she is," they hissed, and Solas at least had the grace to look guilty, eyes darting away for a moment before returning. "You are a fucking piece of work, you know that?"

"All too well," he shot back, with the same quick, dry wit they remembered from before. It stung, because they'd liked that wit, they'd liked the weird little repartee they were having with the Dread Wolf. They'd looked forward to those times they'd meditated to meet him.

"Nessa accepts you," they said flatly, and he winced a little, "and I trust her. I do. But I need to know. For me. That you're… that…" they shook their head quickly, frustration a boiling core in their body. "Fuck. I shouldn't have come. It's useless, isn't it? It's just so fucking useless."

"Daw—" Nessa, now, but they couldn't bear her gentleness. They shook their head again, staring at the ground. The Fade-ground. Even that wasn't real. Nothing here was real.

[broodwolf221]

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