Favorite Line of 2025
tagged by @fenrelmercar and @amellderiva like. a month ago. whoopsies! but i'm no longer sick and feeling (slightly) less burnt out so. i'm back bitches!!!
obviously i can't pick just one, so here we go
i hate everything about you (why do i love you?)
It was strange that she chose a book of all things to throw at him. He truly wasn't sure if she even knew how to read up until this point, given her pig-headedness.
"I'm not hearing you deny it, Solas. It's okay, man! Everyone has their kinks. To each their own. Though give a girl a little warning before including her in it, alright? It's the gentlemanly thing to do. Maybe Emmrich can give you some pointers!" She mercilessly continued. Solas practically shrank in on himself, backing himself up even further to somehow avoid her onslaught of attacks. It didn't work, but it was funny to see. He nearly fell to the ground with the way all of his blood was flowing to his face.
She seethed. Her entire body shook as she took a step back, as if she could escape from Solas' presence within her mind. She trembled like a newborn lamb, blindly walking into the Great Wolf's gaping maw, open and dripping.
sweet cis teen
A long-winded sigh escaped their chapped lips, heavy and painful. Their chest ached, ribs and lungs crushed under their bindings. They didn't give a shit. Their life was pain, a little more wasn't going to scare them away. Especially when it came to this. The dead weight on their chest, suffocating them more than the wrappings ever did. Disgusting and wrong, a mass of flesh they couldn't wait to be rid of. Somehow. They would find a way. They always did.
i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
“Yes, yes, we’ve been over this before. You’re responsible for all the bad in the world, everything died because of you, and you’re the only person who can fix it."
They then added their newest edition to the Dread Wolf set. An entire pack of Dread Wolves, which they regularly made kiss each other, sitting prettily on their wooden desk next to their forbidden rites, ancient knowledge, and journals filled with ramblings and sketches. “Hello Fen’Harel, it is I! Fen’Harel! Let’s kiss!” They said in a foreign voice, puppeting their newest statue around. They brought it up to another statue and grabbed it, too, forcing the blue, likely all powerful, fragments together in a weird statuey kiss. Ah, yes. What an excellent use of their time. Truly, what else could they ever bother doing?
Why couldn’t they have gotten stuck with a nicer ancient God living in their head? Maybe Sylaise would’ve been fun, they could’ve had a tea party and talked shit instead of whatever the hell was going on between them and Solas.
“Sooo… seems like we’re still going to be in here for a while. How about we play I Spy?” They suggested, their soft smile suddenly turning more devious. “Please, no, not again.” “Too late! I Spy with my little eye something… grey!” “No.”
“I’m going to assume that was some kind of an apology. If it was, you wasted it on me. I’m not the one you have to apologize to, nor am I someone who could even begin to accept it."
“You cannot keep these emotions bottled up inside of you. Grief is a wound not easily healed, and keeping it contained only serves to expand it. You have no responsibilities here, Carian. No world to save, no heroic deeds to be done. It is just you and I. You are allowed to feel here what you do not permit yourself to whilst you are awake.”
“Aw, the bare minimum. You’re so sweet to me, Solas.”
Whilst they didn’t exactly appreciate their mind being the battle ground for an ancient elven dick measuring contest, they were certainly content with the sound of Solas’ almost melodic voice bouncing around in their head.
“Sit.” He commanded plainly. And who were they not to obey his every word?
He looked into him as if he wanted to crack open their rib cage and crawl into their chest cavity, becoming one with their heart.
“Can’t get it until you live the lives that people like us do, baby! Can I call you that, baby? My sweet little spirit baby egg?” They cooed at him, holding up their droopy head with their hands. He did look like an egg, they knew it! They couldn't believe that just came to them. Wow.
Whatever he could give them, they wanted it. Craved it, even. Wanted to devour it until the only thing left of them was a shell that Solas could do with as he pleased. Maneuver and twist, corrupt and destroy. That was what was best for the both of them, right?
They couldn't see them, but Creators, could they feel him. His magic enveloped the air around them. His presence was everywhere and nowhere all at once. He was the shadow in their eye, the faint taste on their tongue, the memory best left forgotten.
They knew now that they were nothing more than a bird trapped in his gilded cage, doomed to perform for him forever. Their wings had been cut, severed at the base. The Dread Wolf had taken them, in every way that he could.
alright i could put more but. i dont want to. this is a lot anyway. everyone else has already done this so i'm gonna tag. uh. uhhh. solas dragon age himself!! everyone give it up for fen'harel!!