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Longing For Home, a solavellan fic about a time-traveling Lavellan longing for a future that seems to be slipping out of her grasp

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I need to either find a or write a fic where Lavellan, Solas romance or not, somehow gets sent back in time to during the war against the Evanuris. I don't know if I'm a good enough writing for that tho lol.

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First impressions

(IDK a little thing I wrote about my Inquisitor and Solas)

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Sera had asked Varena, not long after Solas' betrayal, what had she saw in him. That had Varena laughing, Varric had asked her the same question not too long ago.

What had she seen in him? She'd never really been in a relationship before him.

As far as first impressions went, Varena did not think much of the other elf at first. He was tall and attractive by most standards, and she would soon come to find out that he had kept her alive, but she was preoccupied with not being charged with the murder of a religious leader of a religion she didn't even follow.

He was unassuming, she'd laugh at that later, how quiant the Dread Wolf had made himself. A literal wolf in sheep's clothing.

That opinion changed quickly though, as they grew close. It was nice to have another elf around, especially during their time at haven where she could still here the words 'knife-ear' and other demeaning insults thrown her way. Varena learned quickly that that alot of people did not care what good you did if you did not look or think like them.

It was either that or being worshiped like some sort of god.

She was neither of these. Neither the uncivilized animal some saw her as or the perfect herald others would have her be.

She was Varena Lavellan. No more no less. A dalish elf who had been at the wrong place at the right time - or wrong time, the jury was still put on that one.

But Solas had never treated her any more that what she was. In return she never questioned the somberness that followed him around or the faint nostalgia in his voice when he spoke of ancient elves.

They formed a friendship based on that, along with Solas' never ending knowledge that she could listen to for hours when no one else would, that would grown into something more

They were just Varena and Solas. Not the inquisitor and not Fen'Harel. Just themselves.

With so many burdens and regrets weighing them both down, it was not hard to find companionship in someone who wanted to know you for you and not for what other painted you as.

Of course, Sera would have gaged at that explanation, calling it too mushy.

"I found his bald head intriguing.' She jokes.