FanFiction
Dragon Age Inquisition
Solas x Dorian
Written with @sleepykiks
After the battle against Hakkon, the dragon was dead. The Inquisition has successfully freed another settlement from chaos. The inquisitor was off dealing with the Avvar while Dorian, Solas and Blackwall recovered from the fight. The avvar has opened up their homes and offered their furs to them as the magical frost still lingered in the air. The view over the mountains upon the glacier hunting ground was awesome to behold.
“I can’t believe the world forgot about Inquisitor Ameridan. He was a hero.” Blackwall said as he sipped a large mug of ale.
“Yes, so easy how the sacrifice for good can be twisted into villainy.” Solas said wrapped tight in a wolf pelt. “I can sense the spirits have calmed. Perhaps now the truth can be spread with the inquisition's influence. The people must know what happened to their hero.” Solas spoke admiringly and turned to the inquisitor, who was off staring at the murals on the wall petting Storvacker.
“The Avvar seem keen to make sure the current Inquisitor is remembered.” Dorian said, fussing with his hair. The glow of a bonfire bounced off the rocks as the twilight set in. Sounds of festivities carried on the air and the smell of cooking meat wafted through the hold as the Avvar prepared a celebration for their victory against Hakkon.
“I wouldn’t get too comfy. We will be expected to make an appearance,” Dorian said as his eyes fell on Solas and his snuggly wrapping of fur.
“A celebration of meat and ale with the occasional brawl? I have seen such festivities in my dreams. I look forward to enjoying it for myself.” Solas said brightly. “Though after that battle, I’m afraid I might have to call it quits early.” He added and stretched out his sore shoulder.
“I thought you were on the back lines with me. What happened?” Dorian asked.
“Seems the dragon clipped my shoulder with his claws.” Solas said and yawned. “Besides, I’ve been looking forward to dreaming here. The spirits these Avvar look to as gods are externally calm and old. They must have a vast wisdom to share, and we only have so much time before we leave again.” Dorian stared at Solas.
“Why dream about these things when you can go experience them?” Dorian questioned.
“Then that would make him normal.” Blackwall responded. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to where the real men are.”
