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Been thinking about Eirwen-Onyx lately, about my poor baby being thrown into a position where some view her as a god, far away from her Clan and the people she loves.

But finding Solas, finding him in Haven, someone who seems to know about the mark rather than be in awe of its power.

She falls for him because he’s one of the few people not looking at her like she’s Andraste herself.

#solevellan #dai #dragon age oc

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Mage Inquisitor/Solas Characters: Iron Bull, Female Mage Inquisitor Additional Tags: alcohol mention, Trespasser Spoilers, Trespasser DLC, Post-Game Summary:

After the dust settles, Iron Bull finds the Inquisitor trying to cope.

#dragon age inquisition #solevellan #dai

...so...For return to haven, solas and the inquisitor were both asleep. And we know the inquisitor was in her quarters but...where was solas? It cut to black after he was like "let's go somewhere more interesting" or whatever but presumably he guided her to her quarters so that she could rest on her bed and then...doubtful he would have just left her to sleep elsewhere so...he slept with her in the bed and then when he told her to wake up....I can only suppose he was the first one to wake up and only moments before she did sooooooo what I'm trying to say here Did solas wake up next to her and then in the 5 seconds it took for her to follow did he just HAUL ASS out of her room and back to his little painting area to look all mysterious and cool? Imagine Varric watching him just speed his way across the room as fast as he possibly could. Amazing.

#solas #solevellan

Ar lasa mala revas. You are free.

Bonus: The look on Solas’ face if you choose the “Your loss, asshole!” option, and the inquisitor says “Banal’abelas, banal’vhenan!”

#solas #solevellan #dai #da:i #dragon age: inquisition #caps #ok #let me take a moment to say something: his spell...it's fucking beautiful #it looks like water and that's like----- so symbolic #like it's literally cleansing the inquisitor of the markings #also #without the english context of the dialog option ''your loss asshole''#i would have taken ''banal'abelas banal'vhenan'' to mean ''you're not sorry- you're heartless''#and quite frankly i like that interpretation better

Moving Statues

When the inquisitor runs you should also run. (Inspiration from this post: http://oskeleton-squado.tumblr.com/post/135532732282/ageofdragon-maamatus-ageofdragon-ive ) Sorry if the link doesn't work. I'm posting this on the mobile app. Also sorry if facts aren't correct I am still on my first play through because of a corrupt save and haven't really gotten to this point. --------------------------- Orzemar already had her on edge as it was and her companions could tell all too well. Emmyth was dalish, use to open skies, trees towering above her, and enough room to spread her arms. Granted, not all the books and crannies of he deep roads had low ceilings and tunnels she could barely get through side-ways wth her breath held, but it still left her claustrophobic. There was just one more stop to make before they could get the hell out of there. The elf had never believed in the maker but found herself thanking him none the less. The statue of Fen'harel had taken her by surprise the first time she had passed it and it was no less dumb-founding the second time. Questions flooded her mind: Did the dwarfs build upon old elven ruins? Did they ever once believe in the Dalish gods? Did someone just find the statue facinating and put one here? She was almost tempted to grab the elven apostate beside her and enter the fade to find out. But not tempted enough. Their other companions stood around as the inquisitor and local fade expert studied the Eluvian, talking quietly to each other. Emmyth leaned on her staff and rested her head on her hands, exhausted and ready to feel the sun on her skin. If there was one thing she would say in favor of the deep roads is that it wasn't as cold as the outside of the mountain. Fleeting glances were sent to the other companions. Varric and Cassandra bickered while Dorian made a sassy comment now and again. She had wanted to bring bull along, his brute strength would have been helpful and Dorian would have been thrilled, but she doubted he would have been able to even walk five steps without his gigantic horns getting stuck. The thought alone made her smile. "You're doing it again." Blinking away the amusing thought she shifted her head to look at him and hummed simply to acknowledge that she had heard him. "I'd be quite interested to hear what thoughts put that look on your face." She had hardly realized the grin that pulled ever slightly at the corner of her lips. "There are quite a many things," Emmyth flirted slightly, grin growing. Flirting was something she had been trying to do more often, simply to show her interest, but each time she seemed to blush more than he did. "I would imagine." He parried, giving her that smile that made her heart pound. Quickly she averted her gaze, staring ahead at the Eluvian. "I was trying to imagine what would have happened if Bull had come along." "I doubt he would appreciate these tunnels." "But the sight is no less amusing... For us at least." He chuckled and she smiled, still waiting for her heart to calm before looking at him. Another glance was flickered to the others, but a second was given to the statue behind them. Falling on her ass, she flung a lightning bolt pass them. Dorian dropped to the ground to keep from frying his perfectly styled hair while the others jumped out of the way, weapons drawn. The familiar feeling of a barrier formed around her and Solas was in front of her ready to fight. However the lack of enemies halted their tracks. The crakiling of Magic silenced and Dorian turned on his heel. "What the blazes were you trying to do? Kill me!" The inquisitor continued to stare dumbfounded past them, trying to form words with no avail. "Well?" "You okay there Beastie?" "Lethalin?" Sputtering for a few second she was final able to speak. "I- I- makers breath I swear it moved." Emmyth pointed at the dread wolf sculpture. "I think the deep roads are getting to your head," Varric reassured, but still glanced over his shoulder as Solas helped her up. It was only a second, maybe even less. The inquisitor looked down to dust herself off as if with all the blood and dirt it would matter and when she looked up her face paled by at least five shades. "Inquisitor?" She was out of the room without a backward glance, red hair nothing but a blur and growing smaller by the second. Dorian took a glance behind him and was quickly on her heels, the rest of the group not far behind. (Sorry for the shitty writing. Criticism would be appreciative just please be nice about it.)