He Who Hunts Alone

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dorian ;

                   [ the other’s words ring in his ears as he listens as intently as one can in a dream, a multitude of swirling thoughts typically taking over, though for some reason, his mind seems oddly at ease here. ]

          ❛I suppose you are correct. No, I don’t suppose, I know, it is true, these things you say.❜

                    [ he slides his hand over his face before he catches the other’s stare firmly. ]

          ❛I wish to help them, change them in some ways but not all. Our culture is rich, full of a long proud history that’s stubborn beyond all belief. Any change that may come to them will be slow and may not produce the results you or I are looking for. For someone who is so inherently at odds with everything my homeland exonerates, I cannot wrap my head around the idea of you wishing to lend me assistance. Then again–––❜

                    [ he laughs under his breath, brilliantly white teeth peeking out from behind his lips to bite upon his lower one. ]

          ❛I would not be surprised if my mind was merely creating an optimal image of you accompanied by responses I want to hear. How delightful!❜

          It took a good deal of effort to keep himself from saying anything regarding Dorian’s last statement, but he managed to bite his tongue and merely stared at the mage in some sort of attempt at a reply. Though certainly not the sort of response with a legitimate answer within it. 

          “Regardless of what this all is, my point still stands and you are certainly intelligent enough to understand the truth within my words,” he quipped with the barest hints of a smile plucking at the corners of his mouth. Internally he had to remind himself that this was considered a dream and actually smiling wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest. Old habits, however, died hard. “You have the power to change your people, even if all you do is set them on the proper path that leads them to a better future. If you do not have faith in your abilities and in yourself, nothing will be done and change will not come. It is up to you to find the drive to do what we all know you want to do.”

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sansa ;

"Right, wouldn’t want to ruin your creative atmosphere and all that,” Sansa smirked, but nodded respecting his choices — just with a little lip. Though he didn’t seem to be looking at her. Ah well. "All right, thanks."

Lingering a few minutes longer, simply meandering around to study the murals and occasionally side-eyeing Solas, she did end up wandering off in search of material. This did seem like a good way to de-stress from the war table meeting. Much more calming than pranking with Sera, though the other elf had suggested doing so again.

A little time later, Sansa returned with some parchment and charcoal, easier gotten ahold of quickly than paint. Moving across the room, she plopped down in the chair at Solas’s desk, glancing over what had caught his eye enough to be settled on his place of study. "Anything interesting?"

          Her sassy quip was certainly heard, but Solas chose           not to verbally respond to it, likely because he knew           she was joking or simply because he found he did not           have the energy to think of something just as sassy to           shoot back at her. With how preoccupied his attention           was, broken up between multiple things, it seemed           impossible to think of anything sly to say.

          While she was away, though he certainly continued to           pay a good deal of attention to what rested on his desk,           gradually the piles lessened and his focus began to turn           to one or two things rather than five or six. Still he           skimmed a book or two and still he turned to study an           artifact upon his desk with some fascination and maybe           sometimes scrutinization, but he remained quiet and stoic,           only looking up when he heard Sansa’s arrival. “There is           always something interesting on my desk, but I            cannot say I know a good deal enough of them to tell            you what precisely, makes them interesting apart           from them merely being a relic. I do quite enjoy           artifacts steeped in history,” he began. “I see you           located the materials you needed. Was it difficult?”

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tomageornottomage ;

"I’m still not convinced that I won’t blow up but I will try.Can you help me?"

      “I can certainly try to aid you.”

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                               ❝It has been said, ‘time  h e a l s  all wounds.’                                    I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time,                                    the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them                                    with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But                                    it is never gone.❞

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I used to think I was a ghost. I didn’t know. I made mistakes… but I made friends, too. Then a templar proved I wasn’t real. I lost my friends. I lost everything. I learned how to be more like what I am. It made me different, but stronger. I can feel more. I can help.

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DRAGON AGE LORE SERIES

└ FABLES OF THE DREAD WOLF: THE SLOW ARROW

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cole ;

Cole would not have stopped the elf from moving about his business if he would have relayed the want of vanishing from detection for a short while, as sometimes Solas did. He could be as persistently absent from the immediate range of people almost as easily as him, escaping into isolation in a way that advertised to people his need to remain so until he decided to act contrary to that want. He would emerge when he was ready, when it was time to move on, when he needed something more concrete for his research that he couldn't find in his own little corner of the world within Skyhold. He would have been disappointed, but his own personal feelings did not matter.

"Thank you. We're going to the center of the world." A classically vague Cole response. A follow up question could be extended but it was unlikely he would repeat himself in a manner that made the ultimate destination they aimed any clearer. Trust would have to be employed, if Solas would choose to follow.

Cole was the first to break ranks, heading away from the business district, closer to the gates where they could slip from the boundaries of Skyhold. He had his daggers strapped to his back, a force of habit he seemed unable to shake. Despite his nature, the Spirit of Compassion was a skilled fighter. He would defend those too weak to wield a blade themselves, he would cut down any who threatened the integrity of peace.

Cole might have babbled incessantly, lost in the feeling of the world around him. He did not have to be triggered by mortal man or woman itself, but all things, his skewed interpretation of the real world reflecting oddities not in existence in reality, talking snowflakes and objects fluttering unseen to the eyes with strangely sentient behaviorisms. He spoke to himself, gazing ahead, eyes unblinking, afraid to close his eyes for even an instant would disrupt the message he was supposed to carry.

His head was elsewhere during the walk they took, distracted. He spoke to no one, not even himself. Worried.

          Solas would have been lying if Cole's silence did not worry him some. So used to the blonde's constant chatter--oftentimes at random without any interest in a conversation having been first presented--that watching him move about, nothing to say about the places they crossed or the few people they passed before they were left behind entirely, was strange. Abnormal. 

          Though he was certainly curious as to what "the center of the world" truly meant and was hesitant in following behind the other, he remained silent and obediently followed. Perhaps he only did so because he was curious as to what Cole spoke of, or perhaps a part of him truly yearned to temporarily escape Skyhold's many stone walls and equally as many individuals to take a breath of the fresh, uninhabited air outside. Whatever the true reason, there was no denying the curiosity that swam inside of him, poking and prodding. 

          Solas naturally thirsted for knowledge, specifically knowledge that pertained to his people and their immense, historical culture. Whatever Cole aimed to show him could certainly be written within his books, but even the apostate had to agree that personal, physical experience beat the knowledge one gained from reading. Experience was so much more. "You will not tell me anything further, I suspect. Are we nearly there, at least?"

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tomageornottomage ;

"Well I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to play with my power a little bit. Get some sort of grasp on it."

         "Precisely. It will help you understand your potential.           Perhaps change your mind about it."

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          There is an odd stench in the air and those around him           do not seem to notice it. Or perhaps they're better at           ignoring it. Solas? Oh, he can't help the obvious grimace           of disgust curling on his features.

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Haven

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also there’s now a bisexual solas mod

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MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED

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you're a superb solas blog. There are many, yes, but each brings something unique and treasured. thank you for your portrayal, it is truly fantastic

wow, thank you very much! this actually means a lot to me, it really, really does!

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dorian ;

          ❛Personifying my subconscious is quite helpful, actually. I suppose it must think that by giving me the one man it presumes I won’t listen to, that I will actually listen. Funny how that is. Or perhaps–––❜

                    [ he’s looking at Solas now, eyes still remarkably light in their lucent surroundings. slowly, he stands once again, this time to pace slightly despite the odd feeling of the cool grass beneath his feet. ]

           ❛I don’t know. I don’t know what this is meant to do. How am I to know I will even remember any of this tomorrow? I don’t often remember small details of my dreams, only larger pictures. Why send you as the voice of reason, hm? Be it that I saw you last before retiring to my quarters I suppose it makes sense but––– ❜

                   [ his voice trails off once more, brilliant teeth barring as he pinches the bridge of his nose in bewildered frustration. there is so much to be done, so much he wishes to accomplish and yet, he hardly believes that he alone has the power to do so. why is it that this figure, Solas or not, seems to believe he does? every aspect in which he had been a success had been overwrought by moments in which he claimed the title of a failure. how would this endeavor be any different? hands take positioning by his sides once more as he strides closer to the dream’s infiltrator. ]

            ❛Whoever you are, I feel as if you know something I do not know and if you are me, like I think you are, it’s not very fair to keep it a secret when we have our morning pep talks in the mirror.❜

                    [ a little light humor, even within his dreams, is unavoidable. ]  

          Solas had to give the mage props for reading so deeply into their interaction, even when it was as simple as the apostate wanting to know more about Dorian. Of course, he still thought it was a dream and nothing more, so that certainly had something to do with it. But even then, Dorian was certainly thinking long and hard about all of this and what it could mean. A little too long and hard. 

          "Have you considered the fact that the pair of us have similar wants and needs in life, Dorian? That even if we share differing views on certain subjects, the rest of our opinions are the same?" He finally asked, watching the other with intrigue written in his gaze. "I can offer you assistance in many ways just as you can likely offer me assistance, as well. We fight for our people, do we not? We want what is best for them rather than what they are forced to have today. I would sooner perish than see my kind die off or fall into something they cannot get out of and I imagine you feel the same way about your Tevinter people. I may not like the Imperium, but I like that your goals in life are similar to my own and that makes me want to help you. Even if it means indirectly."

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Solas & Cole

The Cute Nerds

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It is not the strongest or the most intelligent who will survive but those who can best manage change.

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Wake up, Solas...