“Hello, little one.”

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“Hello, little one.”
Father of Wolves
They broke the surface, and Solas searched the horizon for any sign of the cliff he had jumped from as he caught his breath. He spotted a series of dapples clinging to the shadow of the rocky shoreline, sandbars large enough to link back to some semblance of safety. But Solas knew better than to drop his guard. He hastened them to the shore, two bobbing figures inked black against the shimmering expanse. The reflection of the veil inflicted upon it; gleaming sutures veneered upon an unwilling sky. He could see its perforations, its tears, emerald eddies, writhing rifts of futile efforts.
The constellation blinked back at him, wide eyed and knowing. Solas had fathered much, a veil, a weapon, a disease, and finally, the one and truly good thing; a child. He waded through the shallows with her weight on his back, he knew not what he would find inside the sack. Her form was still, but perhaps the shock of the drop had rendered her unconscious...or…he would not consider it.
Solas envied the hollow peoples of Thedas, for at least they could pray to idols that instilled hope, no matter how false. But Fen’Harel knew the beginning and he knew how it would all end. This land knew no Gods, who could he pray to?
The Dread Wolf could only rely on himself.
I just had this image of Solas and his young child looking up at Lavellan, and they both have pink frillycake cream at the corner of their mouth.
Solas holding his baby for the first time. Imagine the look on his face! That child is his own anchor to the present. The present is real, and it is a warm little bundle in his arms.
The best part is that Shiori doesn't do this on purpose; this level of cute just comes naturally. How does it feel to hold this much power over the Dread Wolf? xD
This is an UA (universe alteration) where Solas didn't break up with Lavellan, he didn't bugger off, and everything is fucking fine okay?
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