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A huge Lavellan fan piece I will be redoing in the future. <3 

[moonlightheretic]

Six Sentence Sunday: The Heretic: Two Queens

Light horror. 

Talek’s form was a dim silhouette against the glimmering Eluvian shrouded in darkness, but there was something beyond it that caught my attention.

Inside of it, a formless shape unraveled, a black mass passed just under the surface repeatedly, whatever it was seemed to be pacing. The hairs on the back of my neck stood proudly on gooseflesh when a ferocious growl grumbled into my ears.

“Is…is that--?” I had sunk to the ground and Solas’s hand followed my neck.

“Stand down.” He whispered as his fingers glided along my face and Talek trudged along.

I was paralyzed by terror, it waited just beyond the surface, jaws slathering, six red eyes unblinking, a gargantuan predator held back only by magic glass.

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@fadewolf || Continued

“Nothing to apologize for!?” A bark of laughter, harsh and bitter, left ZJ as he stared at Solas.

With a slight flourish, he jabbed the stump where his right arm once was in Solas’ direction while the other was thrown into the air.

“Oh sure! Nothing at all! Yes totally and absolutely nothing at all for you to apologize for! Clearly accidentally blowing up the conclave and Divine Justinia and ruining my life and y arm in the process because you decided to be impatient asshole and give a powerful elven relic to a fucking tveinter magister surely wasn’t your fault in the least. Obviously all the people who will die when the Veil gets torn down- after you put it up and let the ancient elves die in terror and agony and allowed Tveinter to enslave them- is something that can happen to anybody.”

ZJ bared his teeth in a macabre smile, advancing slowly as his words grew in volume.

“And of course you owe no apologies what so ever to the two women who begged for your affections and you gave them. Only to leave them both behind so you wouldn’t have to face them or your own flesh and blood and say ‘sorry for being the cause of our race being reduced to nearly nothing of it’s former self, and sorry again because now I’m going to do the exact same thing to every other race in Thedas and the consequences of my actions might get you killed’.”

“You left them alone! You left everyone! Do you even care about them- did you ever? You do not get to fucking stand there and tell me you don’t need to at least apologize.”

ZJ’s voice broke. He hated himself for it.

Hated Solas and the perfect memories of his fantastical stories. The looks they shared when the shems acted like Shems. The heartbreak on Solas’ face when the Spirit of Wisdom died.

He hated Solas for allowing him to think of him as a friend, and hated him for how much he wished for that friend to return.

ZJ gritted his teeth against the memories and straightened his back.

“If you think for even a second that I will not tear you apart right now Fen’Harel,” Fen’Harel, the trickster who ruined the world and stole their gods. ZJ needed to remember him as such. Not as Solas. “After all that you have done? You. Are. Wrong.”