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Reblog if you think Cassandra is fine just the way she is!

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wardencommander-amell requested: solavellan + twilight ↳ your skin is pale white and ice cold…

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Wolves Mate for Life

The tent flap fell back into place with a soft whisper, the snow cracking under her bare feet. Inquisitor Lavena Lavellan took only her bow, quiver slung over her shoulder as she quietly snuck away from camp.

The Dread Wolf had brought her nightmares each night, she could feel him stalking her in the haze of her dreams, growling, red eyes glowing from the darkness that threatened to overwhelm her. Taking these late night hunting trips had become routine; she would wake in a sweat and retreat into the forest, an arrow notched and ready. Usually as she hunted, such a familiar motion, the worries and fear melted away and she could function again, the duties of Inquisitor heavy on her shoulders. Tonight, however, she still felt something stalking her in the shadows, coming closer with each frosty breath. Soon enough she was sure that it wasn’t her imagination, and Lavena realized that she was far, far from the help of her mage sister Ellena, Cole, and The Iron Bull. Trying to keep her heartbeat down, she began to jog, away from the danger. Behind her a low growl filled the silence, and suddenly she was being chased.

Faster and faster she ran, slipping over the iced banks of a creek, clutching to the trunk of a tree to keep from falling. Lavena glanced behind her, and the shape chasing her appeared to be human, or elven, definately not a beast or demon. Skidding to a stop she knelt in the snow, drawing an arrow in a fluid, graceful motion. “Reveal yourself!” Her voice rang out with an authority she had gained through the many trials of the past few years.

The figure stepped slowly into the bright moonlight, and she gasped, her heart skipping a beat. “Vhenan.” He whispered, the voice as full and resonant as when he disappeared.

"Solas." She whispered, standing slowly, keeping the arrow aimed at his heart. He looked different, skin darker, his hair growing in, but still him, still the man she had given everything to, the man who had left her, betrayed her.

"Please, Lavena, I have been searching for you…"

"No." She shook her head, blonde hair falling over her eye. "Don’t speak. Don’t speak." So many rehearsed speeches, harsh words, imagined confrontations she had concocted in her mind if he had ever come back into her life all of them flew from thought at the sight of him. She stared at him in silence, and he allowed her, until, with tears filling her eyes she asked, voice breaking, "why?"

It was his turn to shake his head. “It doesn’t matter, my heart, it only matters that I have returned.” He stepped closer; his long fingers pushed her arrow aside, and as they fell to the snow he embraced her. She sobbed into his chest, fingers grasping at his rough clothes, the jaw bone he wore pressed against her chest. “Ma Vhenan?”

She looked up at him. “Shut up.” Lavena cupped his cheek, pressing her lips against his harshly. He growled again, hands gripping her tightly to him.

Her clothes were torn off, he had never been patient when it came to sins of the flesh, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing, fingers rolling her nipples between them just to make her arch and moan. Solas smiled against her neck, before his teeth, sharper now, bit into her neck. Lavena gasped, grabbing at his new growth of hair, trying to being his head up to kiss again. Their lips connected again and he backed her up against a tree, the bark scraping at her bare back.

It was desperate, her hands grasping at him, keeping him as close as possible. Tears streaked her face, she whimpered as his lips roamed down her collarbone, her breast, leaving dark blooming marks where he had sucked along her pale skin. He teased her with these kisses, eyes sparkling up at her as he nuzzled the soft mound of her cunt, his breath warm in stark contrast to the biting winter wind. “Please.” She begged.

He smiled. “Ma nuvenin.” He whispered in reply, spreading her lips apart and running his tongue from her entrance to her clit. She shuddered above him, looking down at him kneeling in the snow for her, still amazed that he was even here. He brought her inner lips between his own, sucking gently, thumb rubbing quick circles on her clitoris. Her knees shook, body desperately needing the attention he gave, hot with desire. One of his firm hands remained on her hip, keeping her from bucking against his face as he returned to sucking her clit, tongue teasing. Two long fingers slipped inside of her, and though for an instant it hurt the many pleasures he inflicted upon her quickly had her awash in bliss again.

"Solas!" She cried, the fingers inside her crooking to coax her into orgasm, though she held off, toes curling in the snow. His response was to push another finger inside, stretching her, fingers fucking her deliberately. One of her thighs rested on his shoulder, letting him pump his fingers into her quickly, mouth devouring her. Her orgasm built within her, an explosion of pleasure as his name left her lips once more, this time in exaltation.

Solas rose, pressing his fingers into her mouth, letting her taste the orgasm thst had left her quivering so beautifully. His lover reached for him, the palm without the anchor rubbing the tent in his trousers. “Let me.” She whispered, and though he made to pull away she had already pulled his cock out of his pants. Of all the things that had changed this was the most obvious. It was smooth, tapered, bulging at the base and a deep red.

"I wished to tell you, Ma Vhenan, and now I must." Solas began, but she put a delicate finger to his lips.

"Stop sending me nightmares, Dread Wolf." She replied, looking up at him with feirce green eyes. "Just come home to me."

He kissed her again, relief washing over him because she knew and accepted him for it. He throbbed in her hand, and he grabbed her hips, spinning her around to face the tree. An arm wrapping around her chest, he easily pushed inside of her, moaning into her ear. Her hands pressed against the bark though she leaned back against him as much as she could, he was warm and firm against her back, solid and real. His hips snapped forward quickly, he truly was an animal, claiming his mate as his own. Her moans filled the night air, his own growls harmonizing with her as their passion grew. One hand grasped her breast, nails almost like claws now. Solas panted, phythm growing wilder as he rubbed her clit, fucking her wildly.

"Lavena!" He cried, with one final thrust, the knot forcing its way inside her as he came. She cried out, ripping bark off the poor innocent tree (who never asked for this) coming once more around his length, the heat of his seed filling her. He kissed along her shoulders, smoothing back her hair, light affectionate touches as they remained, joined. She could feel her eyes growing heavy, his stong arms around her, and finally, she could sleep.

In the morning it was Cole beside her, not Solas, when she awoke. He was staring at her, and she flushed, quickly leaving the tent. “That was some dream you were having, boss.” Bull said, smirking at her. “Thrashed all over the place. Must have been because of the wolves. Between your…whatever that was and that howling…man, kid and i didn’t get much sleep.”

A dream, then. Lavena touched her neck, feeling the smoothness there, no bites. “Well, you can sleep in the saddle. Lets move.” Her sister was staring at her. “You okay?” She asked as they began packing up.

"I just don’t want those wolves on our trail. I want them to lose our scent."

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cute gfs on a stroll through town

bonus: when u tan but the gf burns….

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Name: Lavena Class: Rogue Trees: Archery Specialization:  Role: OC Title: Inquisitor’s (Dareth’s) sister

Country: Skyhold Race: Elf Height: 5’ 2″ Age by Appearance: 20

Love Interest:  Solas Mount: A Wild Hart named Poppy Extra: 

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So here it is. 15 hours of work and I am finally done. I found an old set of Tarot cards and… Solas hell ensued. 

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speaking of the zodiac

SIGNS U CAN AND SHOULD FIGHT: taurus- theyre uptight nd good liars but will probably overthink it nd back out. fight them. do it. they need it. honestly just start a fight club with a taurus. it doesnt matter who wins, if u can get them hooked on bloodlust maybe theyll chill the fuck out. theyre so wrapped up in their comfort zone itll be good for them. just make sure yr fighting them, and not fighting something theyre protective/possessive over, bc then theyll fuck u up.  gemini- inherently fake, will try to manipulate the situation nd be a big drama queen abt it.  as long as u can knock them out b4 they spread their filthy lies u’ll be ok. once u let a gemini talk yr done and theres no hope and youll either be too confused or annoyed or in love to do much of anything. we’re going to make up a story later anyway to tell anyone who will listen so it doesnt rly matter anyway what happens. fight a gemini, i promise they only seem untouchable and are lying about everything 100% of the time.  pisces- please. normally i would say that pisces are ridiculous to fight, bc what are they hurting? literally all we do is pick flowers and sigh and wish we were sleeping, we’re not hurting anyone. but honestly? do it. fight us. havent u always wanted to fight a baby? pisces are not only the babies of the zodiac but we are literal infants in real life all we do is cry and sleep. someone needs to do it, so please, do yr zodiacal duty and fight a pisces.

SIGNS U CAN FIGHT BUT SHOULDNT: cancer- u can fight them but why? theyre so sad. theyll just make u sad as u fight them, nd theres no sport or joy in it. dont fight a cancer. theyll probably fall in love with u after anyway. tread carefully there. they just want someone to listen to them, record them crying, and make them a mixtape of their own sadness to fall asleep to. honestly im sad just writing this. if u do catch them at a good time, just let them enjoy it. back off dude. virgo- theyre probably holding a baby or a puppy or something. nd theyll just complain abt u breaking their phone. this is not even a person u need to fight. they just wanna do their own thing. go let them….. do……….whatever they do for fun. no one really knows, im p sure virgos just spend 90% of their time staring out windows or sitting in the dark. i dont know. just dont fight them. i dont think theyve done anything in their entire life let alone anything fight worthy. libra- this one is tough, like…. maybe u should fight them? its iffy. theyre generally pretty inconspicuous, but theyre v sneaky, so u can never kno what abt them is an act and whats real. maybe its worth fighting them, only to know them. it doesnt seem like theyd rly know whats going on, even if u did, u kno?theyre kinda caught up in their own shit. so who knows, maybe they need a boost out of their own swirling pit of weird thoughts. i dunno, leave this to yr own intuition. unless yr a leo, who will fight anything, whether it morally questionable or not.  aquarius- heres the thing, no matter how mad u get an an aquarian, theyll find a way to turn it into a learning experience for themselves and improve. theres no point. you may as well not even be there, they wont see you. they live their lives as a serious of hurdles to navigate. they wont understand the effort yr putting in to fighting them, and will just want to get it over with so they can continue solving the million of other problems theyve just invented for themselves. earth to space cadet aquarius, we’re out here, wanting to engage in some good old fashion fisticuffs, get yr head in the game and fuckin fight us. honestly whatever, maybe if they actually put any effort in they could be a problem, bc they tend to be really intense abt everything they do. but i doubt thatll happen any time soon bc theyre literally pulled in so many different directions they dont even kno whats going on.

SIGNS U CANT FIGHT BUT FUCKIN DO IT ANYWAY: leo- knock. them. the. fuck. out. u kno u want to. who doesnt. even leos want to fight themselves. its actually a ritual for two leos meeting to fight just to see who is the superior. its a way of life for them, embrace it. the only real chance u have of winning is wearing them down. theyre aggressive but like i said, they also want to kick their own ass, so see if u can drag it out long enough for them to get bored, switch sides, nd give up. no matter what u do theyll think they won anyway but whatever its so worth it fight a fuckin leo sagittarius- honestly? do it, fight them. they want u do, they carry boxing gloves with them at all times hoping for a good rousing fight. these fuckers are who ”the most dangerous game” was written about they love this shit. they live for it. theyll not only be the one to ask you to duke it out but theyll want to do it on top of a train falling off a cliff. i say humor them. theyre probably a survivalist and know like ten kinda of kung fu but idk maybe theyll buy you lunch after to go over pointers for yr technique. go for it. capricorn- this is not going to be easy. capricorns are constantly searching for some sort of affirmation theyve done well, from whoever it is they take direction from. god? their dad? their boss? who knows. what we do know is that they will stop at nothing. if they think fighting you will complete them, they will literally murder u. theyre the biggest overachieviers and they love it. they do deserve to be fought though, because if we dont fight them they may go unchecked and just keep going until they burn out. its done out of love.

SIGNS U CANNOT FIGHT PLS DONT: aries- full of rage at all times 24/7 no joke. even if u think theyre tired out and u can handle it just kno u cant. theyre weird as shit and angry literally always. when u think u have it in the bag theyre be reminded of some small slight that happened in fifth grade, transfer their rage to you, and will become 10x stronger for their obsessive grudge holding. theyve stored up a lifetime of weird shit to be mad about and are just waiting for some asshole to unleash it on. dont be that asshole, walk away. scorpio- u cannot win this fight. scorpios have dark forces assisting them. scorpios will not only kill u, they will show up 2 yr funeral lookin ike a 2007 mall goth and claim they can talk to your ghost. dont. they literally only feel whole when they smell blood and fear, and it may as well be yours. u DEFINITELY want to fight them, only because it seems right. scorpios are designed to want to be fought, its their whole thing. they only go places where they think there will be someone willing to beat the shit out of them. its a trap, like how angler fish dangle that light in front of their huge terrible maw. what i am saying is there is literally no difference between an anglerfish and a scorpio, they will devour u the same way and then disappear back into the darkness. honestly what the fuck scorpio. 

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Dareth and Dorian camping together is great because Dareth is overly enthusiastic about the wilderness, as he's Dalish, and Dorian does shit like this the entire time.

Dorian Location Comments

Emprise Du Lion

Mountains. Cold. “Let’s bring Dorian!”

Treacherous ground here. I’m picturing myself bumping all the way down a mountain.

At least the walk back will be easier than the walk up.

Not the most idyllic mountainside, is it?

Reminds me of the High Reaches, but with more snow.

Fallow Mire

Let me guess: the locals claim this place is haunted.

Reminds me of the Donarks, actually. Just much, much colder.

Fields of mud. Ugh.

What do they call this? A “bog”? Lovely word.

The Veil’s thin here, demons seeping into every corpse and tree they can.

Storm Coast

(Breathes deep.) Finally, some humidity.

Bloody Waking Sea. Never been more sick than when I crossed that. Of course, it might have been the bottle of grappa I was nursing. The sea and I don’t mix well.

Footing’s rather slick around here.

The “Storm Coast”? You southerners think of cheery names for these places, don’t you?

Crestwood

Is everywhere in Ferelden so… moist?

There’s a lake like this one near my family’s estates. Fewer demons.

Quaint area. Fereldans live a bit like barbarians, don’t they?

(Shudders.) Now I see why they wear so much fur.

Let’s be watchful. I understand this country’s full of dogs.

Emerald Graves

What a lovely forest. Kind of makes you want to retch, yes?

I’m not made for the wilderness. I’m more taverns and big cities.

Wild animals everywhere. Don’t these people hunt?

We’re going to get lost and starve to death, aren’t we. A glorious end for the Inquisition.

Why “Emerald Graves”? What graves? Did they bury people here?

Hinterlands

The Fereldan heartland. It’s a brave new world, Dorian Pavus.

Does the cold not bother any of you? Truly?

Odd that the Fereldans would invite the rebel mages into their country. They had to know it would bring the fighting here.

The mage rebellion has turned this place upside down, hasn’t it?

I camped in these hills for two weeks when I got here. Me, camping!

Hissing Wastes

Lively for a wasteland, I’ll give it that.

It’s freezing! Why is a desert freezing?

Dwarven ruins on the surface. That must be a year’s worth of arguments for the scholars.

I think I’m drying out from the inside.

At least Corypheus’s followers are suffering with us.

Does that noise ever stop? Cassandra: Please don’t keep mentioning it. Blackwall: It didn’t the last nine times you asked. "Persistence is its own reward." That’s a Tevinter proverb. Bull: Well, it’s sand blowing on sand in a place full of wind and sand. Thank you. That makes so much more sense now.

Forbidden Oasis

I read somewhere you can sink into sand. Just… whoop! Down you go.

In Ancient Tevinter, they called this place Vina Hadalus. It means “the downy hairs upon your ass.” [That’s an odd name.] Really? Who named it that? Someone who liked staring at asses. You know how magisters are. [It’s more sandy than downy.] You’d think it would be “the itchy sand down your trousers.” I suppose the ancients weren’t all that clever. [That’s a lie.] It does not mean that. True, but look around. It couldn’t mean something much better.

Do they have sand worms here? Giant sand worms? No?

Exalted Plains

It figures that most of the fighting happened here and not in Orlais proper.

Before the elves were given this land, I understand it was mostly forest. You can hardly tell.

How many battles have been fought on these plains over the ages?

I wonder how different this land looked back when the elves had it.

"Exalted Plains." Named to honor the "great" victory of Orlais over the elves.

Val Royeaux

So this is the heart of mighty Orlais?

At least we’re in a city. I’m tempted to find a tavern. Perhaps all of them.

So many masks. What a bizarre custom.

It’s not as austere as Tevinter cities. Not nearly as many dragon statues. Such garish colors. And where are the ruins? Minrathous is full of ruins.

We need to find some proper wine while we’re here. I’m rather desperate.

Western Approach

So this is where the Second Blight began. Seven hundred years later, and it still hasn’t recovered.

They say the Abyssal Rift goes all the way down to the Deep Roads. I’m tempted to throw something down there to test it out.

(Coughs.) The wind is a bit… sandy, isn’t it?

They say the Silent Plains are corrupted like this. Never been.

I thought deserts were supposed to be hot.

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i literally have never thought about it this way thank you wow

The “sex and gender are different” theory that cisgender people invented so they can grasp trans identity while still erasing it is toxic. It translates into “your gender may be ____ but biologically you are _____” which normalizes the concept that genitalia validates your gender. Its nothing less than bullshit.

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Uh i saw some witchsona things and decided to do my own? This is me, the comfy sweater book witch, nothing very fancy, a flower crown instead of the traditional witches hat because mohawk.

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So of the people i follow in yhr da fandom there are way more m/m ships that are popular than f/f or even f/m ships? And it happens in almosy every fandom i see. Like. Ever. And it bothers me a lot. A FUCKING LOT. I understand that most men in da are MEGA HOT but have you SEEN THE WOMEN like WOW why wouldnt a woman be attracted to another woman?? Josie?? Like???? And Leliana?!? And SERA AND MERRIL ARE SO CUTE LIKE its not FAIR little elven lovlies! And ISABELLA oh i could just swoon over her any day. I just want there to be more representation of the f/f ships? The canon ones. I mean its great and all that you made Cassandra go against her own sexual identity and preferances to make her your lady love but come oooon please??? More f!hawke/f!li options more f!warden/f!li options more f!inquisitor/f!li options

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Name: Natalie   Class: Rogue Trees: Dual Weapon Specialization: ? Role: OC Title: Inquisitor

Country: Skyhold Race: Human Height: 5’ 4" Age by Appearance: 23

Love Interest: ? Mount: Harts. ? Extra: 

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Not The Only One

Fandom: Dragon Age [Inquisition]

Characters: Solas, Kas-Kata

Plot: Believing the mercenary to be without honor and undeserving of respect the elven apostate remains in the inquisition for duty, not for any friendship built. When the Inquisitor comes to him because he is plagued with dreams he cannot control, Solas finds out more than he bargained for.

Solas barely heard the door opening as he poured over an ancient tome, his keen eyes scanning the pages. Suddenly, a large hulking form stood over his desk, blocking the light that came from the library above, making his candle flicker in the distrubed air. The elven mage looked up, gaze icy. The qunari man stood in front of him, the darkness of his skin unable to completely mask the circles under his copper eyes. "Yes?" He asked testily, wishing the brute would leave him be. He had made his distaste for the Inquisitor made known long ago, calling him an alcoholic beast unsuited to the task at hand, and didn't understand why Kas-Kata continued to force him to bare these visits when they were in Skyhold at the same time.

Kas sighed, rubbing the base of his curved horn. "Look, Solas...you know a lot about...the Fade and dreams and shit, right?" He began in his low rumble of a voice.

"What an obvious thing to ask. I don't think I will offer an answer to that." He replied, looking back at his book, pretending to ignore him. 

The Inquisitor let him glare in silence for a moment before he put his hand on the book, even with the palm down on the pages the mark shone with its eerie green glow. "Shut up, I don't care that you don't like me. I need your advice." 

With a heavy sigh Solas stood, chair scraping the stone floor. "Very well, I will attempt to advise you as well as I can." After all, that was what he was here for, if he was actually needed at all.

The qunari nodded, grateful it seemed. "Ever since...this" he waved his hand, scowl on his face- how he could be so disgusted with the mark, such a beautiful and rare magic, was beyond Solas- "I've been...dreaming." He admitted under his breath, as if almost ashamed.

Solas raised his eyebrows. "This is most unusual." He agreed slowly. The Qunari, much like the dwarves, dreamed...differently from humans and elves, if they dreamed at all. "What have your dreams been?" 

Kas shook his head. "No. I'm not discribing them." Stubborn as always, Solas should have known better than to even ask. Even Blackwall spoke more about his past than Kas-Kata. "I just want to know /why/." 

Solas crossed his arms. "Well I can hardly provide an answer for that, Inquisitor. Your mark is unlike anything in the history of Thedas, and I doubt anything like it will come into being in the future ages. These dreams are most likely merely a symp-" 

The qunari shook his head, interrupting. "No no no." Solas scowled. "Not that, I know why I'm having them, its the mark, I'm not that stupid." He finally looked the elf in the eye. "Why do they feel so real? I thought dreams were...supposed to feel like dreams, I don't know. Different from this." A sweeping gesture encompassed the room, and Solas could only assume that it was meant to represent the 'real world' such as it was to others. 

"Dreams for many people, non-mages, are usually a revisiting of your own past events, a way to make sense of the days events. They are not oft remembered, when you wake." He peered closer at the Inquisitor. "Surely once you get used to it, the sensation will feel completely natural to you." It obviously wasn't what the man wanted to hear, but it was enough of an explaination that he left.

However, the entire exchange had not been forgotten by the apostate. He paced in his study, pondering the Inquisitor's dilemia, and his own. To pry or not to pry? Ultimately, Solas could not resist.

Several nights later Solas explored the fade, coming upon the Inquisitor's dreams easily, now that he was looking for them. When he entered that sphere of conciousness he was shocked at how clear and detailed everything was. He recognized the place, Seheron, though he had only been to this capital once before in recent years. Kas-Kata sat on the steps of what looked like a flower shop, his face smeared with blood red Vitaar, chest bared inthe traditional Qunari fashion. With a slight shock, Solas realized that Kas had been hiding his true past from them all. This was no Vashoth, born outside of the Qun, but a full blooded Qunari. A little girl sat next to him, brading flowers together with nimble fingers, attempting to show the calloused, fumbling fingers of her qunari companion how to do the same. She triumphantly finished hers and stood, putting it around his horn. He laughed, something Solas had never heard, and showered her in the slightly crushed flowers he had failed to braid into a crown. It was such a pleasant memory, Solas was confused as to why the Inquisitor had seemed so troubled. Suddenly there were shouts, the clash of metal on metal, and Kas shooed the girl inside before roaring into battle, calling to his men to join him. Even then he had been a commander, it seemed. Solas watched as the scene became bloody and chaotic, the qunari cutting down a Magister's slaves with gleeful howls. There was drinking after, Kas-Kata's band of fellow warriors and indeed, friends, laughing as they drank.

There was a strange muddying of the dream, a change of time? of place? No, it was still the little flower shop, but now the flowers were scattered, cheerful window displays bleeding broken pottery and glass. The other businesses on the street had been decimated in this way, there were corpses lining the streets. "Lya!" Kas called, into the silence that was heavy on the street turned battle field. "Think everyone got massacred." One of the others, a woman with her white hair braided down her back. "No." The answer was swift, but Solas could already see the little broken body on the street, dress torn and stained with her own blood. Moments later, the Inquisitor saw it too. He ran to her, dropped to his knees, a look of absolute devestation on his face. "Come on, she's just a body now, you know that. She's not there." The woman soothed, putting a hand on his shoulder as he scooped up the frail thing. "No." He moaned, a wounded animal. His face dropped into the corpse, holding her tightly. "Sir, its not safe. We need to move."

Kas stood, Solas somewhat glad to see that the qunari had seen reason, though he didn't care for the man personally. Then, with a deliberate slowness, Kas took his axe from off his back, eyes bank. Immediately the others drew their weapons, turning easily on their mad leader. Solas watched in horror as the grief stricken qunari slaughtered his entire squad, their bodies adding to the carnage around him. It wasn't until the last one fell that he regained himself, covered in blood, breathing hard. His sorrow returned tenfold, with a mix of regret and hatred. He started running. Solas left, awakening in his study.

Next he saw the Inquisitor he called out to him, beckoning him over. "I wondered, might we have a moment alone?" Kas-Kata frowned at the request but invited the apostate up to his room. 

The qunari poured himself a large amount of Whiskey. "Want some?" Solas declined. "I do not wish you to be angry, but I have been...watching you." the qunari frowned. "In your sleep." Solas added.

After a gulp of the amber liquid Kas simply said "That's creepy." Solas chuckled. "No, it is even worse than you assume. My intrusions have been more intimate than I think you wou-" Solas suddenly found himself suspended in midair by his shirt, with a very angry Qunari in his face. 

"I will throw you off this balcony if you are saying what I think you're saying." He growled. 

Solas held up his hands. "I hardly would be attracted to you, even if you were to my asthetic tastes." It took a moment of searching the elf's face, but eventually Kas-Kata set him bac on the ground. "I have seen your dreams." Solas finally clarified.

"Why?"

"Why? To see a qunari dream, to satisfy my curiosity, to see if I could understand the phenomenon, there are many reasons but the result is the same. I was there when you were dreaming, and I wish to express my...sympathies to you." The Herald finished his drink in one swig, pouring himself another. 

"Sympathies? From you? Thats more surprising than demons falling from the sky. Why? What did you see Solas?" 

The elf debated for a moment. "Let us just say I know how you became Tal-Vashoth, and I kow of Lya." The pain in the other's eyes was sharp, but another draught of whiskey and it had dulled some. 

"Tell no one." it was the voice of a defeated man, a weary voice. Years of hurt lay thick and heavy in his voice, betraying the gruffness often adopted by the large warrior. Solas observed him for a moment, feeling almost sorry for him.

"I never intended to. I just wished to explain myself to you. I should not have pryed." 

"No. You shouldn't have." Awkwardly, Solas took his leave, knowing the Inquisitor was likely to not be seen for a few hours, and that a barrel of whiskey was likely to disappear quickly from the store room.

Perhaps he could understand now why Kas-Kata pushed everyone away from him, why he was so distant and rude. A tragedy had changed him. Solas could understand, after all, the Inquisitor wasn't the only one hiding a painful past.

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Kas seriously does not believe he is choaen at all its so different from Max where he was like "yeah! Im the choaen of Andraste! The maker will work through me!" Kas is all "I AM NOT CHOSEN IM JUST A GUY FUCKITTY FUCK GUYS IM A FUCKING QUNARI."

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Damn cullen's voice tho

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KAS NO YOU CAN'T FALL IN LOVE WITH VIVIENNE SHE ISNT AN OPTION YOU SODDING FOOL