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#c: solas
theharlotofferelden · 4 months
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Remembering when BioWare was doing PR for DAI (which at the time was close to release) and they had a picture of the whole gang standing in front of a table and someone pointed out the placement of each character closely mirrored that of Michaelangelo’s Last Supper with Solas in the position of Judas and all I can think of is readwithcindy taking the piss out of one of the ACOTAR books for having heavy handed symbolism like:
“See Solas is in the position of Judas because it’s like A Foreshadowing and symbolism that he’s like Judas. The inquisitor is like Jesus in this way (very holy) which means that solas is going to betray them at some point. Because of the foreshadowing and the fact that he’s standing where Judas would be.”
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pellelavellan-a · 1 year
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@senoculae ahem sin
Solas looked so collected for a man several inches deep inside of him.Nothing like Pelle, whose hair was spilling over his slender shoulders in every possible direction while he breathed like he’d just run a stretch of the barracks and back again.
“I can take more,” he mustered raggedly, despite the trembling in his supple legs that’d been raised over his head. Solas was studying him closely, looking for queues that he ought to stop penetrating his tight hole. But Pelle was determined to prove that his deeply flushed and dewy complexion only meant he should bring him to a climax rather than leave him to finish himself.
“You want to come don’t you?” the young elf added, brushing a thumb over Solas’ sharp jaw.
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pellelavellan · 10 months
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“ i have struggled in vain and i can bear it no longer. ”
@virrcvxs
It was an alarming thing to read in a letter after the elder elf's extended time away to himself. Not a single person had heard a word from him in weeks, and seeking him out had done nothing but prove to be a waste of time and resources. He didn't want to be found, and so he wouldn't be.
His confession came with no explanations. Nothing about where he'd been, what he'd been doing, what caused him to suffer as he did, nothing. There was a certain frustration that built up in the Inquisitor. This was the first he'd heard from Solas in Maker knows how long and still he knew nothing, he was no closer to even understanding where he'd gone.
He wanted to help, to take that pain away from him if he could, but there was nothing he could do when he didn't even know where to begin. There was a selfish piece of him that felt angry, that believed he deserved an explanation. If being with the Inquisiton had been so bad, if it had caused him so much pain then why did he stay? And if he truly felt that way why had he said nothing?
The letter wound up in the drawer in the desk. He told no one of its existence. He did not have the mind to be asked questions he didn't have answers to, nor to speculate on the vague words of a vague individual.
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impcrriumm · 1 year
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❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞
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@felthubris
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"Oh no I see things...lots of things. My silence is not a lack of awareness."
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wiltf · 2 years
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Kneeling at the grave, Lavellan closes her eyes. Perhaps not the only one in that moment, but the only one with a hand placed upon the grass and dirt. Praying, thinking, peace. There are words that leave her, familiar and rounded in their hope of moving forward, being carried to peace. Inscribed upon stone, now wreathed in flowers that were brilliant and white.
It’s the journey back, towards the makeshift camp before returning to Redcliffe, that has him speak. By the fire, where she was busy staring between the trees, mapping out the sky.
“I don’t know why I allowed myself to be surprised again by you.”
Lavellan grins. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Yet Solas does not return, nor block and parry. He sits, chin in hand, watching. Eyes illuminated in orange. “Why did you add to the widower’s flowers with white ones?”
“Is it strange?”
“Perhaps for those who are unaware of the meanings, especially the one for you.”
Stretching her arms in front, locking fingers until joints ached, Lavellan considers. Truth, or half. “They, the flowers... I don’t have a special meaning. Maybe to some they do, but I felt that I should, and so I did.”
As she turns to him, she plucks the last flower free from behind her ear. One she had saved, only to find it’s way into the end of his staff, tucked into the ribbon. “Can always have a new meaning.”
Solas’ fingers flex around the wood, and his smile is gentle. “That is not the first time you’ve said that to me.”
“It’ll catch on eventually, I’m sure, if I repeat it enough.”
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broodwolf221 · 5 months
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talked about my tender little hope for DA4; now for my fear :c
i really don't want this to happen, but troublingly, i could see it being a fitting end to the narrative. but... solas joins the protag against the evanuris, and at the end he sacrifices himself in order to kill them/seal them permanently/etc.
his comment that's apparently translated as walking the path of death could hint at that, and i'm sure it would seem, to him, to be a fitting end; he destroys the world, and he gives his own life to fix it
but again: i dont want big dramatic major character deaths in this. i want the ability for them to heal and survive. will i get it? unknown! but i want it
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la-chica-azul-de-alla · 4 months
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ya no siento nada, nada lindo ni nada feo y me cuestiono que sigue después de esto
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Parece como si nunca hubiese dejado de ser una persona tan triste.. como si solamente me adapte y evolucione a un ser que carga una tristeza inmensa que no se va.. solo se transforma y se oculta superficialmente de vez en cuando…
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magicrobins · 2 years
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wardenkader · 1 year
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Just playing around with colors and studies of musculature for Cailen.
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3gremlins · 2 years
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DAD jokes aside, kinda wish they'd gone with "dragon age: unveiled" or something since solas' plan is to rip down the veil i hope he gets to be revealed as a shapeshifter and turn into his giant multi-eyed wolfsona tho and it's not just a fancy metaphor/symbol this time (i mean if he does, we'd probably have to fight him in that form? could be neat tho... i always like the vague hints that he has some power over wolves in dai)
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Her Innocence Sola perking up like a meerkat like "getting a REAL bad feeling about this whole institution, maybe if I just. slink it back into irrelevance reeeeeal quick 🫥"
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pellelavellan-a · 1 year
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“You really do love him, don’t you?” Oop angst
The younger elf's face flushed as his gaze averted downwards to the stone flooring of the rotunda. The heavy burden of shame weighed down on his and he dared not look Solas in the eye. Awful, he was absolutely awful. He could deny all he wished but the elder elf was right. His heart did indeed belong to another, someone who had hurt him and yet he'd failed time and time again to move on.
"I..." he wanted so badly to have something even slightly acceptable to say, but this was a yes or no question. To elaborate would only lead to lies or clumsy words that would pierce the elder man like a knife.
An apology felt inappropriate, but to simply confess felt just as morally questionable. His thin fingers fidgeted with the tail of his braid, a sure tell that he was uncomfortable being confronted.
"....are you mad at me?" he croaked.
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wonderloste · 7 months
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ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆  › the fawn.
& so where are we going, when the dancing's done?
artist credit.
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impcrriumm · 1 year
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❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞
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'I did not think so and yet...here you are."
There was an air of grandiose about him, greeting like Solas as if introducing him to a party of guests. He was peeved, but oh if it did not manifest in him as a false thrill to speak with the elf. That was him after all. He loved to pretend his charm was something of a diamond, impenetrable in it's beauty. It was more akin to marble: beautiful like diamonds, but cracked when struck. Vanity demanded he wear the damage like it all part of the design, artistic vision when truly...for better or for worse a chipped nose, a missing arm, it would always be a part of him that had been beaten out.
"If there is something you wish to say then say it. You reek even more than usual and I shall not tolerate the stench of your contempt. It is unbecoming."
@felthubris
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aylaaescar · 1 year
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endless smut fics for Sol/avellan, not nearly enough "I love/d you but I won't hesitate to kill you if you refuse to stop your mission to destroy the world" angst fics
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