An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Everything he had planned for the last several centuries has gone up in the literal smoke still billowing from the conclave and his only hopes lies embedded in the hand of a petty criminal dwarf who looks barely old enough to buy a mug of ale. It takes all his self control not to cackle in some forgotten corner like the mad Fen'Harel of Dalish infamy.
Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dwarf Romance, Solas has a judgey mouth, culture clash, Solas POV
“It changes nothing, of course. The Breach and Corypheus derail his plans only temporarily; he can't afford any attachments in the Inquisition, but he must admit that pretending to be the Herald’s friend is his easiest task.“