#solas dad

[julie-spirit-finn]

Guys guys guys!!! I commissioned art of my Dread Rook family from @foxxology and I love it so much!!

This is for the sequel (still a WIP!): Dread Rook: Taming the Blight

To my original Dread Rook tale which is completed 😍😍

I got permission from @foxxology to post this and tag them!! It's a family portrait in the Fade 😍

[yesiplaygamez]

Dorian, seeing solas not dressed like a apostate hobo, in the next game.

[sanzosin]

Forgive my rusty elven language!xD Have some more Solas feelz..i know you want them xD I have too much xD

(I will not give up on you...father)

[celiacelie]

Athera

[authorellenmint]

Daddy Solas

He paid no heed to the weight upon his shoulders, nor the feet smearing red sand across his chest. All of Solas’ attention was upon the book before him.

At least it was until a small arm enveloped around his eyes. Somewhere behind his head, a tiny chest leaned tighter trying to inspect the words she couldn’t possibly understand.

“I know that,” the voice rang with certainty in the face of facts.

“Is that so?” Solas asked while tugging her arm higher so he could continue his studies.

“Uh huh. That’s the tale of the beautiful princess.” His daughter didn’t waver for a moment. No, her tone was bold, her words stark, and her grip constricting. He’d often leave instructions for the librarians to come running should they hear him fall from his chair due to a lack of air.

Prying her tight fingers from his throat to the safer shoulders of his sweater, Solas asked, “What else does it say?”

“Can’t you read it, Daddy?” her smart response bit back and even as he sighed internally at her obstinance he couldn’t discount her wit.

Patting her back to make certain his little wren remained safe in her perch, Solas said, “You read it better, da’len.”

That was enough, his daughter trying to lean closer. Solas pitched with her bringing his nose nearly to the table as she slowly told the tale in her imagination.

“The princess was beautiful, but stern. She wouldn’t let any of her people have sweets for dinner.”

“A most terrible tyrant,” Solas interceeded.

“Daddy, shush! You’re interrupting the story! ‘One day she was walking through the forest and a spirit came upon her. ‘What spirit are you?’ she asked because she was too hard of heart to recognize it.”

His daughter's hand slid lower, her fingers digging into the bridge of his nose. “‘Why, I am compassion, my lady.’ The princess was happy to hear this, ‘And you have come to reward you for all of my good deeds.’ ‘No,’ the spirit said. ‘You have let your people starve, your crops rot, your rivers dry.’”

Solas’ lips thinned at the macabre images his little girl spun. How much of his work did she overhear from her bed?

“The princess gasped, falling to her knees as she learned how bad she was. ‘Spirit, what will you do to me?’ The spirit took her hand and said, ‘I will do what you cannot. I will teach you compassion so you may share it with the world.’”

As her lips stilled, Solas blinked away a tear in his eye, the certainty of her simple world striking deep. He patted his daughter’s leg, wishing that a child’s dreams were applicable to real life.

“Well,” she asked, a hand to her hip. “Did I get it right?”

Tugging her off his shoulders, he placed his little wren upon the table. As her wide eyes beamed up at him, Solas bounced the tip of his pinkie against her nose. “You read it perfectly.”

[lecherysweet1]

Light in the Hallway

Songfic based on Light in the Hallway by Pentatonix Read at ao3

Dark. Trees against the skyline inky like black brushstrokes, hardly noticeable against the navy blue sky. They curled back, into themselves, the moon covered by clouds enough that the stars did not shine, only the slightest haze, barely noticeable. Silence, thick and murky, was not even cut through by his voice calling out:

“Mamae?”

Breathing could not be heard here, the bark of the tree he was standing against much sharper than it should have been, biting flesh against it. Looming near, the predator, as black as the night, as thick as the silence, grinned.

Squaring his shoulders, he would not call out again. He would move forward.

Never back.

The forest floor pricked and nicked his feet as he walked, deliberate, determined steps in the direction straight in front of him. He dare not turn his head to look, knowing the Predator was here, waiting for him to falter, to show fear. He was always barefoot, always unarmed, the one who was at the disadvantage. Do not wish for something else or desire something unnatural. His teeth clenched, tightening his jaw, and drew his hand away from the trees.

A glade opened in front of him now, as if the trees parted on their own, a smoldering camp fire half dead glowing golden coals in the middle of the pit. Should he attempt to go close to it? He continued, even though it seemed to get farther away with every step. His light, his only light, attempting to flee him.

What was even here?

Steps quickened into a run, behind him the rush of footsteps matching his own, maybe doubled, tripled, teeth skimming against his neck, warm and moist. Panic bubbled bile through his throat –

With a gasp, he woke, and found himself crying into his mother’s chest. He did not see his parents exchange worried looks on his behalf. The nine-year-old was brave, wanting to face his nightmares on his own, but they were sure this had gone too far.

~

When he laid his head down on his pillow, he wished he did not fall asleep so quickly, before his mother finished the lullaby she sang each night. He couldn’t remember all of the words even now.

Close your eyes, lay your head down

Now it's time to sleep

May you find great adventure

As you lie and dream

If you're scared of the darkness-

“What do you want?” He asked, but it did reach past his lips, sound swallowed by the humidity in the air. It circled him, he could feel it, snapping at his back when he turned. It was nothing like the Wolf, no, it was wet with hunger, with desire. The coals of the fire had burned out by now; even though he was at the camp there was no hope of a fire. There was not light.

He didn’t know how to conjure one either. His father could, if he’d just asked, but he wasn’t here.

His father wasn’t here.

Exasperated, and still scared, he paced around the lifeless camp fire, arms up to the sky, and saw that his pale flesh disappeared into the dark. Without light, he was lost. Without light, he couldn’t see.

A touch travelled down his spine, and it broke him, crumbling, sobbing. Would he be devoured? Of course he hadn’t come, he told them he wanted to conquer this on his own, he was a Big Boy now and he didn’t need his mother’s lullaby.

No matter how desperately he wanted to hear it now.

Suddenly, the campfire burst into flames, golden and green like veilfire casting a wide circle of visibility, revealing flowers under his feet. Reeling back, he glanced around for the intruder, and felt instantly shamed that he didn’t recognize its owner by memory when he allowed himself to succumb to Fear.

Solas sat across the fire, looking at his son with those always sad eyes, those eyes that had seen too much. But he smiled, a small offering of comfort, and a lifted hand – “Enansal,” he called to him.

The boy went to his father, allowing this in his dreams; curling into his arms and letting himself be soothed by his familiar and soothing magic, his aura, and his deep voice that was just too full of emotion, too heavy with sincerity.

“If you’re scared of the darkness, I will calm your fear. There’s a light in the hallway, so you know I’m here.”

~

“What do I do to make it go away?”

Light blue stared up into storm-grey, and Solas smiled at the boy who had his mother’s eyes. “Count your blessings everyday, it makes the monsters go away – and everything will be ok.”

“Do I have blessings?”

“You have yourself, Enansal, is that not more than enough?”

He leaned against his father’s arm, which moved to wrap about his shoulders in a half embrace. What about himself was a blessing? Is that why he was named as such? Did his parents count them as their blessing? “I have you,” he says finally, “and Mom.”

Solas chuckles softly, and his son knows it for the pleasant sound of happiness that it was. It was something his mother said did not happen often, to savor it when he could hear it, and his heart would open more in time. His father was the worrisome sort, and Enansal had followed suit, quiet with his thoughts and unwavering in his will to do things on his own.

“Anyone would think that was a blessing. Everyone at school is jealous that I am the son of the great Fen’harel and his Bride.”

This earned the shake of Solas’ head, in rueful acknowledgement. The strange titles had extended even to this day, long after the days of the Evanuris or the Inquisition. Enansal knew his father hated it, and teased him about it relentlessly whenever he had the chance. “We built this world for you, Enansal.”

“Really, Papae?”

It seemed to soften him, and he curled his shoulders over his child even more. Enansal noticed long ago that this was the title Solas cherished the most. Fingers ruffled his hair and he tried to move his head away. Soft lips against his temple answered his question without words.

For a long time, they stayed that way, sitting on Enansal’s bed in the arms of his father. He thought, they should do this more often, as he did not spend much time with Solas anymore. Enansal was nine, after all, and had things to do.

It was time for bed.

Solas began to get up, unwrapping his child from his body and tucking him under the covers before sitting at the edge of the mattress again to stroke his fingers through Enansal’s dark hair.

“You are not alone. You are right at home. Goodnight, Ma’Enansal.”

~

Fingers intertwined in the dark. The smaller hand led the larger one through the dark forest, a little guide. Behind them, the shifting of leaves and the breaking of twigs, the swift brush of air as Fear hovered behind them.

“Ma’mae lath em,” he says into the dark, even though it is swallowed by its depths of gloom, Enansal feels stronger. “Ma’bae lath em.”

The hand holding his squeezes in reassurance, of its presence. “Felas’el,” the hand says, or the person attached to it, a deep, familiar, comforting voice.

And so, Enansal tries again, with more enunciation, more deliberate. “Ma’mae lath em.”

One star breaks through the thick cloud above, twinkling with its shine.

“Ma’bae lath em.”

The clouds part to reveal the moon, light streams through the treetops, dark green under his feet and dark green above him, no longer like the blobs of ink spreading and swallowing him.

Fear screams, the light rendering it helpless and fizzling away to haunt someone else’s dreams.

The glade, again, this time with his mother sitting patiently waiting for them – them?

Finally, Enansal looks up to see the one holding his hand is his father, and he again feels shamed that he was so encompassed with Fear that he did not realize it. His distinct, gentle aura brushed against him, and the tenseness in his body fled.

This time the fire did not run from him, and his mother smiled with Pride at her little boy.

“You are so brave,” she says to him, and he hangs his arms about her neck, pressing his little nose into her hair, just as his father does.

“I’m not brave at all,” Enansal laments, as Solas sits next to his mother, his hand on his back.

“Being brave isn’t about being able to kill everything, my love.” She pulled back from him slightly, looking into his face. “It is about looking Fear in the face and doing the right thing.”

“I did?”

“Oh yes. You never know, maybe your love helped Fear too.”

“I hope so.”

Enansal was nine, he thinks, but it is only a dream and sitting on his mother’s lap was acceptable, here at least.

“You won’t need me forever, but I’ll still be here. For we all have our nightmares, even me, my dear.”

“Do you really, Bae?”

Solas nodded, with the smallest of smiles, one that was characteristically full of a sort of pain his son should never know.

“From now on, if you need me, you can sing this song. There’s a light in the hallway, burning all night long.”

[onehundred-fandoms]

WIP

Someone requested me some dad Solas, so here’s a sketch <3

Im going to paint it now but I wanted to share it before, im so excited to do something like this <3