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Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas Characters: Solas, Female Lavellan, Fen'Harel (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: POV Multiple, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Courting Rituals, Demon Courting, Character Study, Drama Series: Part 1 of She Called Him Fen'Harel Summary:

She worshipped the Dread Wolf long before she knew his face.

An elven mage with dangerous knowledge of the Fade finds herself drawn into the orbit of a man carrying far more secrets than names.

Some courtships begin with flowers.

Others begin with lies.

A slow-burn Solavellan story of secrets, ancient rituals, dangerous devotion, and the Fade’s cruel sense of humor.

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Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas Characters: Solas, Female Lavellan, Fen'Harel (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: POV Multiple, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Courting Rituals, Demon Courting, Character Study, Drama Series: Part 1 of She Called Him Fen'Harel Summary:

She worshipped the Dread Wolf long before she knew his face.

An elven mage with dangerous knowledge of the Fade finds herself drawn into the orbit of a man carrying far more secrets than names.

Some courtships begin with flowers.

Others begin with lies.

  A slow-burn Solavellan story of secrets, ancient rituals, dangerous devotion, and the Fade’s cruel sense of humor.

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Chapter 16 has somehow become about memory, inherited stories, and the kind of truths people kill for. Which feels extremely normal for Dragon Age.

(...) The elf standing in the shadows of the chantry wall had not spoken a word. He wore robes no sensible man would choose for a Ferelden winter and held himself with the kind of stillness that made Faron instinctively distrust him.

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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Series: Part 1 of She Called Him Fen'Harel

She worshipped the Dread Wolf long before she knew his face. An elven mage with dangerous knowledge of the Fade finds herself drawn into the orbit of a man carrying far more secrets than names. 

Some courtships begin with flowers.

Others begin with lies.

A slow-burn Solavellan story of secrets, ancient rituals, dangerous devotion, and the Fade’s cruel sense of humor.

He dreamed of a silver pool, as still and cold as a sheet of glass. Falherna stood at the water’s edge, robed in a light that felt like the memory of a sun. The wind pulled at her hair, turning the strands into fine grey smoke. He called to her. She did not turn, but he was close enough to smell the wild herbs and the sharp tang of ink that always followed her. He reached out, his hand trembling. His fingers brushed the silk of her hair, and the ache in his chest was sharper than any blade. “Fal,” he whispered. She turned just a fraction, the line of her jaw familiar and heartbreaking. But her voice did not come from her lips. It came from the wind itself—hollow, resigned, and heavy with the scent of a funeral. “You are too late, Faron.” The world shattered. The silver pool broke like ice under a hammer. He lunged for her, his boots splashing through the mirrored water, but she slipped through his fingers like mist. The light collapsed. The cold rushed in.

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I miss this place. Is anyone from old fandom tumblr even still alive?

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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Series: Part 1 of She Called Him Fen'Harel

She worshipped the Dread Wolf long before she knew his face. An elven mage with dangerous knowledge of the Fade finds herself drawn into the orbit of a man carrying far more secrets than names. 

Some courtships begin with flowers.

Others begin with lies.

A slow-burn Solavellan story of secrets, ancient rituals, dangerous devotion, and the Fade’s cruel sense of humor.

He dreamed of a silver pool, as still and cold as a sheet of glass. Falherna stood at the water's edge, robed in a light that felt like the memory of a sun. The wind pulled at her hair, turning the strands into fine grey smoke. He called to her. She did not turn, but he was close enough to smell the wild herbs and the sharp tang of ink that always followed her. He reached out, his hand trembling. His fingers brushed the silk of her hair, and the ache in his chest was sharper than any blade. “Fal,” he whispered. She turned just a fraction, the line of her jaw familiar and heartbreaking. But her voice did not come from her lips. It came from the wind itself—hollow, resigned, and heavy with the scent of a funeral. “You are too late, Faron.” The world shattered. The silver pool broke like ice under a hammer. He lunged for her, his boots splashing through the mirrored water, but she slipped through his fingers like mist. The light collapsed. The cold rushed in.

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Hi! I saw your beautiful Solas from DAI on Nexus and wanted to ask - what mods are you using on him?

Hi, sweetie :) Thank you so much. I must ask which screenshot of Solas you have on mind? Cause there are few of them :)

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