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My wonderful/amazing/awesome/all together friend drew this sketch for me. A glimpse of possibility of happy life in the Fade for my babygirl with her husband and daughter.

P.S.: I know you will see this eventually, so ma serannas, ma falon. With all my heart. I'm not an artist, so all your sketches for me are just like a blessing.

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Arlathan Ruins by Volta

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Tell the World I’m coming home

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DATV — The Music Room♪

Solas and his 30 cheese wheels stored next to paint and instruments in a locked room lmao

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Warning: possible grammatical inaccuracies. English is not my native language.

"Inquisitor. How may I help you prepare for our final battle?"

She's watching. Piercing, turning the soul inside out. Lavender eyes full of incomprehension. She needs answers that he can't give her. He looks more closely and see shadows under her eyes. Didn't she sleep last night again? Solas shudders at the thought. He studied her habits, recorded them in his memory, allowed himself to get closer, allowed to worry about her. It's too ingrained in the skin, in thoughts: wash as much as you want, you won't erase it.

"I’d like to discuss what happened before, Solas."

"I’m afraid that wouldn’t be appropriate at this time. We must focus on what truly matters. Harden your heart to a cutting edge, and put that pain to good use against Corypheus," he feels his lips move, hears his own voice, but loses the meaning of the spoken words. A thought flashes through his head: how unconvincing it all sounds. Elanor is smart enough to not believe in such nonsense. And he turns out to be right.

She looks at him as if he's just said something ridiculously stupid. And this is indeed how it actually is.

"You know, It would help me if you could explain why."

Such a simple word. "Why." And how difficult it is at the same time. Solas shakes his head dejectedly.

"The answers would only lead to more questions, an emotional entanglement that would benefit neither of us," he softens, still trying to explain at least something. There is something familiar in the voice, almost tender, buried under layers of courteous politeness. "The blame is mine, not yours. It was irresponsible and selfish of me. Let that be enough," he can't stand it, breaks down on the last words.

He wants to run away, just not to see her eyes, fall down and beg for forgiveness, scream with all strength of his voice: "You don't deserve this pain!". However, all he can do is stand and stare back. The beginning has been made. He can no longer retreat and pretend that nothing happened, it won't work.

"You really don’t let anybody see under that polite mask you wear, do you?" Elanor's voice rises just a bit. A slight irritation is already evident in him. She doesn't understand, she's angry. He holds back a sigh. It's better this way for her, let her be angry, hate him. It will be easier to let go when the time comes.

"You saw more than most," Solas admits quietly. And this is his absolute truth. "Let me know if I can be of any more help in planning our final fight, vh... Inquisitor," the word, almost uttered, settles like bitter dust on his tongue and lips. Careful, Dread Wolf. You almost called her "vhenan" again.

"Solas..." Elanor suddenly calls softly, and Solas raises his head. He knows that tone of her voice. She bites her lip thoughtfully –another habit – and then asks. "Tell me about some spirit you've met in the Fade. Please."

Solas blinks in surprise. Now? Is she really asking him to tell about this now? Then he looks at her. At her face, so desperately trying to hide the pain. He understands. She remembers their long conversations, in which he told her about everything he saw and knew, and she always listened to him attentively, with her eyes burning with interest and curiosity. A tiny bit illusion of former happiness. A parting gift. He sights. And begins to talk.

"I found an ancient spirit who had once been undisputed king of almost every land I had discovered. Like pride or rage, it was the Fade’s reflection of a feeling. When I asked which one it was, the spirit faltered. “They’ve forgotten,” said the spirit. “There remains no word for what I was.”

"What feeling do you think this spirit could reflect?"

"It's hard to say, considering that such a word no longer exists. But, probably, if the spirit exists, then the emotion is still alive. We just... forgot its name."

She nods, turns around, and leave. Solas sinks heavily into a chair, feeling like an old man falling apart, infinitely tired. He just want to hide his face in hands, howl softly like a wounded wolf. He probably shouldn't. Not in the full view of the entire rotunda. If someone were standing close now, they would see his palm trembling slightly on the table.

What emotion could the spirit reflect? The joy of a child who has found the most beautiful (in his opinion) stone from a common gray pile. The feeling of aching longing from the inexplicable barely noticeable smile of beloved woman, the reason for which even she could not explain. The feeling of... belonging, the realization that you have returned home, where you are always welcome.

Which left him as soon as the rotunda door slammed behind her.

Dorian makes disapproving and contemptuous noise from above, probably having overheard their conversation from beginning to end. Solas doesn't care.

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Mythal pulled Solas from the Fade. Lavellan drew him away from it.

Mythal moved him to duty. Lavellan moved him to desire.

Mythal shaped his path. Lavellan disrupted it.

Mythal called him to war. Lavellan called him to peace.

Mythal was his hurt. Lavellan is his heart.

Mythal was his beginning. Lavellan is his becoming.

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Let me introduce you my Inquisitor: Elanor Lavellan. She was with me since my first playthrough 5 years ago. She is not my only Inquisitor, but certainly the first and most beloved one.

At that time, I wasn't a part of community at all (Inquisition is my first Dragon Age game), so her appearance came out completely by accident, by choosing randomly "like-dislike". Actually, by the lack of vallaslin on her face, you can understand which life path she chose and where she turned. (not easy one, should I say)

If you are interested in her and you want to know more about her, I will be happy to answer your questions.

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Solas Fen'Harel, why are you so smug face and why am I just adore this?

#solas #dragon age

Solas 15/??

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dragon age focus: the ritual

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Solas Regret Murals from Dragon Age: The Veilguard

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It's been a long time (almost a year), but this commission will always be in my heart. The first one where I saw my Lavellan. My gratitude to @captaintweet is endless.

Don't forget to spend time with your loved ones ❤

A commission I finished today

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nothing more to say

I love Solas

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Some spirits are dangerous. But how quickly most respond to a bit of kindness, or care, or simple attempt to understand.

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I just noticed this small detail in the music room alongside the Inquisition murals, the Inquisitor’s chair, and other Inquisition memories:

The Inquisition book is sitting on the seat Solas would have sat on to play the harpsichord and I just LOVE it.

I fully see him spending hours in this room reminiscing about his time in the Inquisition and with Lavellan, idly tracing his fingers over the leather of the book while he rests from playing his instruments.

I’m convinced that Memories of a Duet has a double meaning, but really feels like it’s about the Inquisitor whether it was friendship or romanced. For it to be in a room that’s filled with Inquisition memories just feels like it would be out of place if it was about Mythal.

“A shared moment of understanding: seeing completely, and being wholly seen” reminds me a lot of how Solas had to put aside his Fen’Harel persona while in the Inquisition and essentially be his true self as a spirit of wisdom. Lavellan sees him for who he truly is deep down, without all the power and the title of the Dread Wolf, but simply a man who is the embodiment of wisdom, who loves to share his knowledge and nerd out over his true home, the Fade.

I know a lot of people say they wish that there had been more related to a romanced Lavellan around the Lighthouse, but in all honesty I don’t know if it would have been possible considering all of our Lavellans look very different, so they may have only really been able to use something like the Lavellan tarot art.

I also kinda like that he has the painting in his meditation room, as well as all these items and murals from the Inquisition in his private little music room. Rather than being splashed across the Lighthouse along with his other regrets, burned away from the walls, they’re safely hidden from harm like a secret he cherishes deep in his heart.

I’ve also seen interpretations of the statue puzzle, where moving the statues of Mythal and Solas to face each other is almost like Solas having to face his past mistakes with Mythal in order to get to what he truly wants, which is to be with Lavellan as Solas. I love this interpretation and fullyyyy agree!

I just love all the little details like this in the Lighthouse, thank you BioWare for giving us this!!

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Dragon Age: The Veilguard | ▶ dev. Bioware

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DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD (2024) Official Launch Trailer