#revas

[sammakesart]

what if a grown-up Kieran and a grown-up Solavellassan daughter met in the Fade and fell in love?

[arcanewonder]

the end of love.

[broodwoof]

Hey Brood, saw your taking prompts so here are some I'd like to bringyour way ^_^

Unusual Words prompt for Nessa: Sehnsucht - yearning; wistful longing

Unusual Words prompt for any Solas pairing of your choice: Apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter

(Hope you are well)

thank you!!! i might pick up the other prompt here as well, but for now, have sehnsucht + nessa bc that gave me the Best idea 💖 written for @thedasweekend ! 708 words cw: none

She was cleaning when she found it.

She had grabbed a cloth from the small pile, surprised to feel a firm surface under the layers of rumpled fabric, but distracted enough that she didn't think anything of it. She turned to scrub at the interior of the pot she'd used for dinner, a bit of sand in the bottom to help scour the remnants from the soup she'd made, and for a time she fell into the simple routine of that task.

She almost forgot.

She'd finished with the pot and set it aside to dry near the open window, the warmth and the light breeze helpful for the task, and she'd turned around to leave when that sensation suddenly came back to her. The unexpected firmness.

She kept things arranged just so. It helped her work with one hand to have everything she needed to her right side. And they always went back in the same place. There should have been nothing underneath that towel. Had Revas brought something home, something she didn't want Nessa to see? Her lips twitched at the thought of her child bringing her another "gift," strange little things she'd found or assembled.

Nessa kept them all. A drawer in her room was dedicated to small bits of wood and smooth stones from the riverbed. Dried flowers and leaves strung together with delicate fibers. A piece of bark that Revas had passionately announced looked like a bird (Nessa couldn't see it, but kept it still. Sometimes she even squinted at it, trying to find the bird, before putting it back.)

If that was the case, she shouldn't look… but curiosity got the better of her. She glanced over her shoulder, confirming from the sight of little legs kicking rhythmically that Revas was still in the other room, just a bit of her visible from her preferred seat. She bit her lip, feeling oddly giddy; it felt like she was a child again, sneaking a look at something she wasn't supposed to be looking at.

Returning to the counter took only two short steps, and the briefest hesitation before she pulled the fabric aside…

Her hand shook as she stared, until she pressed it firmly against the counter. How? How could it be here? After all this time…

She didn't know how long she stood there, just staring. It was as if to take her eyes off it would cause it to disappear, revealed as nothing more than a figment of her imagination. Or a strange play of light and interpretation. Perhaps she would open her drawer and finally see the bird in the bark, too.

She watched her hand move towards it as though it was someone else's, blinking at her outstretched fingers, almost touching the achingly familiar shape…

A hairs breadth away and she just couldn't, fingers curling in towards her palm as she jerked back. This was wrong. It couldn't be here. It couldn't.

And if it was, what did that mean…?

"Mama?" Revas' voice felt like cold water dashed over her, yanking her out of her spiraling thoughts.

"Yes?" She called back, forcing her voice to an evenness she did not feel.

"Is auntie coming today?" She closed her eyes, the routine question feeling absurd.

"Not today, dearest. She said maybe tomorrow."

"You said that yesterday!"

"I know, I know." Revas was still in the other room, but she knew she couldn't explain this if her daughter wandered in here. Steeling herself, she grabbed the jawbone pendant, its lower teeth digging sharp points of clarifying pain into her hand, and stuffed it into her top, where it sat ensconced in the gaping fabric right above where it was cinched with a belt. It'd be safe there.

And she could feel it.

"Sometimes it takes a little longer for the people we love to show up," she called back to Revas, blinking tears out of her eyes, "but we have to be patient. We don't stop loving them just because they're a little late, do we?"

She smiled to hear Revas' dramatic sigh. "No, mama. We still love them. But do you think auntie will bring me a gift?"

"I'm sure Morrigan will have something nice for you. She always does."

[warden-anders]

i hate when i get emo about my own oc bc like what am i gonna do? look at my own fanart? read my own writing? hell.

[inquisitormanatee]

Syl'tal has grown up 😭😭😭😭😭 can't wait for him to learn about his younger brother Revas being Rook

[spiritcaesar]

Incapable of talking about these normally so instead of making a 3km long post I made these

[pixelizedprince]

Vir'Revas

The Way to Freedom / Our Freedom

My Solvellan baby I've had since 2016. Remaking him in Veilguard made me super emotional.

And apparently named for Solas' personal Eluvian; Yes I cried really hard when I actually got to hear Solas say his name

[mageofquandrix]

Genuinely hope they use the same character creator for the Inquisitior as they used for Rook, with setting pronouns separate to gender.

I just made my Solavellan run Quiz, and let's just say, Solas isn't the only egg at Skyhold.