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[dcvium]

@dreadwxlf asked:

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

For Nimue, whose mind had been reduced to some sort of scrambled meat, nothing was known! Her fingers flexed against the pain of her bandaged mark. "People don't go enough places. Especially humans and dwarves. They find their spots and accept their realities. It's all 'the Stone' this, 'the Chantry' that. The Dalish are probably also messing up, but at least they move around. Just... okay, a little blindly. No one is thinking about what they encounter, they're just deciding."

[starwrittenfates]

@dreadwxlf liked this post for a starter with Felassan! --- (I'm throwing a "What if" Felassan survived and became a companion in Inquisition at you for his Inquisition verse!)

He knew Solas was angry with him, feeling betrayed, but he had wanted his friend to see he was wrong about his views of this world and the people. That they were all strong and real. This wasn't just a dream of a world gone wrong. After all, Felassan had been walking around this world for centuries, interacting with the people, telling stories of the rebellion and Fen'Harel, spreading guidance and lore to help their people while also trying to find his missing friend.

The mage had ended up becoming a hahren to a young elven woman who was now leading her own rebellion to help their people, reminding him of Solas. So when Felassan had gotten news of the Inquisition, appearing on the front door as an apostage mage offering his aid, it came to no surprise for him to see the way Solas looked at him.

"Really now? Is that any way to greet an old friend?" He chuckled, rolling it off with his usual carefree attitude before sighing. He wasn't going to give away Solas's identity or position. That wasn't who he was. Felassan still considered him a friend and a brother, even if he didn't give him the passphrase he wanted. "I know you're probably beyond furious with me...but I'm here to help the Inquisition, just as you are. It will feel just like old times!"

[bushelofmuses]

"there's nothing you can do." (for Cole, from @dreadwxlf !)

From Here

His shoulders sagged. He knew he couldn't save or help everyone he came across. Sometimes they didn't want it, for others it was too late. That didn't make it any easier.

Knowing when to stop was a skill, one he didn't know if he'd ever master. Did he want to?

Cole pulled his hands away from the soldier's wound, wiped them on his pants, and then reached out to close their eyes. They didn't get here in time.

A whole scouting party, wiped out in an ambush. How did they know they were coming? Did someone tell?

"I had to try," he murmured.

[dalishborne]

CONTINUED

@dreadwxlf

~ " From the spirits of the Fade, mostly, " Solas answered. " Fadewalking is a skill that takes many years to learn; not to mention the extreme amount of discipline and concentration it requires. There are few mages alive that can perform it -- most reside in Tevinter. " ~

Revenelan nodded slowly with a look of solemn contemplation, a mask for the uncertainty that now plagued her mind. Never had she heard of such a feat, neither from spirit nor mentor. As Solas spoke of the rigorous discipline and concentration it demanded, Revenelan couldn't help but question whether her own abilities were unworthy, or worse, that she were deemed unfit by the Creators to be bestowed such a gift. The thought prickled her skin, and whatever admiration she felt for him was, yet again, tainted by a murky sense of jealousy. She needed to do better, to be better.

"I see," Revenelan started slowly, careful to mind the bitter edge to her voice. She continued with a thin attempt to sound lighter than she felt, "It appears the spirits have their favorites, don't they?" A forced chuckle followed, its emptiness mirroring the unsettling thoughts that lingered within her.

"How long did it take you to learn?" Revenelan then inquired, bracing herself for an answer that could only further shatter her fragile confidence or become the catalyst for a newfound determination to prove herself.

[lady-heralds]

“You’ll have to forgive me.” Bann Trevelyan said, sitting himself down in a seat in the parlor Evelyn and Solas were sitting in. He sat next to his daughter and across from Solas. He was a stern man in his late seventies by now though his back was still straight and his gait as smooth as any young man. There were no servants in the room or refreshments laid out. Bann Trevelyan was not on to waste time on pleasantries when dealing with matters like this. “I may be old but my wits are still about me yet and I’ve had this discussion a dozen times with a dozen other people. I understand why you need to marry a human; cement ties and show that you are not going to try and eradicate humanity and topple all the other kingdoms.”

Though the Bann’s hair had turned white and receded there was still clear evidence of his relation to his daughter. In particular were the eyes, he had the same sharp, green eyes as Evelyn. Right now they were analyzing every detail of his daughter’s new apparent ‘suitor.’ The Bann’s focus barely grazed over Solas’s ears and instead focused on his posture, hands, jaw and eyes. Anything to give away what Solas was thinking or feeling.

“I simply don’t understand why you’d choose my youngest daughter. She has no hope of inheriting any titles from me with so many siblings ahead of her. There are other human women in Thedas; women who exceed her in rank, titles, beauty, connections and quite possibly fertility. My wife, her mother, has given me many children but that’s no indication that my daughter can do the same for you. The mark took her arm and though she still has her monthly blood that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s able to carry a child to term.” The head of the Trevelyan family didn’t spare his daughter so much as a glance as he spoke. Neither did his daughter’s gaze turn to him. She sat beside him, hand resting in her lap as her father spoke, face like a blank canvas as her father verbally tore her down.

“Once, my daughter did lead armies. Once she was the woman even empresses looked to for salvation as she killed dragons and would-be gods. Now she’s nothing more than a crippled woman who still has trouble writing certain letters and spends her days in her greenhouse pruning poisonous plants.” Evelyn remained still and silent through it all, watching Solas the entire time and not revealing her feelings on anything her father said.

@dreadwxlf

[athlan-lansila]

@dreadwxlf

@athlan-lansila sent: ❝ Look, it’s a natural thing to be curious about! ❞

~ " For a twelve-year-old! " Solas immediately countered. " You have been spending far too much time with Sera and Blackwall; I do not sleep with spirits. " ~

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"C'mon~ You can't tell me you haven't thought about it~? Not even a lil~?" While the question itself was insincere, the amusement they obtained from his reaction was completely genuine.

[dirthara-an]

@dreadwxlf 🔁

~   Though Solas would deny any attraction to Lavellan, the red tint of his ears certainly indicated otherwise. He could have sworn the squawk Harellan let out had been a laugh. ~

~   “ That is hardly necessary, ” he replied, mouth pulled into a thin line ( and cheeks growing even redder ). “ And I’ve no idea what you speak of. I pay close attention to Lavellan because she is an important asset -- nothing more. ” ~

Dirthamen chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Oh, I'm sure she has quite a few assets, that require your close attention", he continued to tease, "Which I am sure, is the only reason, why you keep glancing at her swaying hips, whenever her back is turned to you, yes?"

There was no doubt, the ravens in the rafters were by now cackling at Solas' dismay.

[laimdalen-itellam]

@dreadwxlf

The streets of Haven seemed to close in on Lavellan as he tried to avoid the countless strangers questioning him. Everyone seemed to either want to know every detail about him, or they had already formed an entire story about him in their heads. Many were disappointed to find out that he was an elf, and consequently, that he wasn't quite as tall as they'd imagined.

Most commonly, the strangers seemed to regard him as some sort of religious figure, which he tried to deny, but they kept going on about a lady named "Andraste" and someone they called "the Maker". He didn't know who those people were, but he stopped seeking clarification after the first man he'd asked seemed to get upset rather quickly and mumbled something about him being an... "ignorant knife-ear"?

Seeking an escape from such encounters, Lavellan stepped backward, into the area between a pair of buildings. He turned around to see if there were any spaces he could hide out in for a while, only to find he wasn't alone. There, in front of him, was the other elf he'd met that day he first woke up. "Solas, right?" he asked. "Sorry ser, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just- I..." His words seemed to fail him. "...I can leave if you'd like," he finally offered sheepishly.