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“失去你的我”“失去我的你”

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情人💘

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生下来就是给女人骑的

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May the dread wolf take you

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女巫与狼

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在火车上画的，没有网所以盖尔和威尔没有参考，如果画崩了都怪网不好～

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“面具下的只是一位疲惫的精灵法师而已”

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“驯狼”

设定时间线在龙腾世纪面纱守护者结局后，所以我给solas加了疤痕。

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Honestly, with everything that has happened with dragon age veilguard, im really sad to say a part of me wishes this game had been cancelled.

I trusted weekes to write a great ending for solavellan. I defended the devs on Twitter and got called slurs by antiwoke weirdos for it. I bought into the hype and bought the rooks coffers and the artbook. Now i just feel ill, i wish the game had never been released, and then i could have stayed in my little headcanon bubble. So many writing choices left me just thinking, why?!

Spoilers

I knew there wasn't going to be a happy walk into the sunset type ending for solavellan, and there were things I liked about the ending like solas and lavellan going into the fade to be with each other eternally, really tying back to "in another world"

but some of the other choices I just can't get behind. Mythals' relationship with solas just felt wrong. We're they lovers or mother and child? I can't tell, which is not something anyone should have to say, but either way, it was toxic and manipulative, and it's never brought up or confronted in any meaningful way. They could have used this to highlight the difference between lavellan and mythal. How mythal forced him to change to what she wanted while lavellan loved him for who he was.

Mythal should have been the bad guy who had manipulated and corrupted solas, using his guilt and desire to save the elven people, so that she could have her revenge and to change the world how she saw fit. Have lavellan be the one to reason with him, to finally show him that he was wrong, again. That thedas was worth saving. I know some people (me included) wanted the veil down, but I understood for gameplay reasons that couldn't happen.

They could have finally shown solas loving lavellan from his pov. shown us memories of what he thought of her when he first saw the little mortal with his magic in a cell in haven. What he did after the first flirt, what he thought after the fade kiss or the kiss on the balcony, what happened after crestwood or when he left skyhold or the end of trespesser. show him pining for her, show him watching her dreams from his pov, always running when she reached out for him. Apart from one codex and one piece of dialogue, we aren't given any sign that he misses her. They put more effort into the relationship with mythal than the one with lavellan.

I'm not even going to bring up what happened with varric because honestly I still not ready for it, it was such a terrible writing choice not just to varric but to solas ans the player as well, and a terrible send-off for a beloved character.

So many of the lore reveals were thing that we already suspected and they were given to us so quickly.

Overall, I'm a bit heartbroken, angry, and broke. This is ME3 ending all over again.

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Chapter 25 of Solavellan (NSFW chapter)

Phew, I'm in time again!! And I wrote smut after what feels like years lmao but I gotta say, it's not my best work (I think) but I had a beautiful reunion between Lavellan and Solas after he was unconscious for some time and I think that turned out pretty well. Little snippet after the link!!

His thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open violently, and Amatisha burst through the doorway. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed from exertion or perhaps the cold outside. She was a mess, her red hair wild around her face, and the dark bags under her eyes made it clear she hadn’t slept in days.

Despite her exhaustion, Amatisha still looked as fresh as morning dew, her beauty undiminished. She wore simple pants, boots, and a silver tunic, her red hair cascading like embers around her face. As their eyes met, tears welled up in her eyes, and Solas felt a painful clench in his chest. "Solas," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion, and the sound of his name on her lips was enough to steal his breath. It was as though all the relief, joy, and fear she had bottled up poured into that single word.

He wanted to close his eyes, to savor the sound, but he didn’t. Instead, he held her gaze, overwhelmed by the silent exchange between them. Everything else—their past arguments, the tension—faded in the face of the raw emotion that passed between them now. It was just her, standing there, with all her vulnerability and strength laid bare.

“Amatisha,” he croaked, his voice not quite recovered, but he poured as much feeling into it as he could. The half-smile he managed to give her mirrored the emotions she had conveyed to him.

What happened next was a blur. One moment, Amatisha stood gripping the doorframe so tightly that Solas half-expected it to crack. The next, she had closed the distance between them, throwing herself into his arms with such force it knocked the breath out of him. She clung to him, her hands around his neck as she sobbed uncontrollably, her face pressed against his chest.

“You’re alive, you’re alive, you’re alive,” she repeated over and over, her words a desperate incantation, as if saying them would keep him from slipping away again.

Solas was in shock, his arms hanging loosely at his sides for a moment as he processed her sudden embrace. But something shattered inside him as he watched her break down. Slowly, his trembling hands rose, wrapping around her in a protective hold as he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

“I am alive,” he whispered softly, his voice full of regret. “Ir abelas sul telsilal ma.”

He stroked her back in slow, soothing circles, gently rocking her as her sobs subsided. Her body trembled against him, but he held her tightly, offering her the reassurance she desperately needed.