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Então, vamos conversar um pouco sobre as tais "urgências" da vida, enquanto tomamos um cafezinho!?

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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

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Gratinado de Mandioca

Ingredientes:

1kg de mandioca cozida e espremida

1 xícara (chá) de leite 

2 colheres (sopa) de farinha de trigo 

1 ovo 

1 colher (sopa) de margarina 

50g de queijo parmesão ralado 

Sal, pimenta-do-reino e noz-moscada ralada a gosto 

Margarina para untar 

1 xícara (chá) de requeijão cremoso

Modo de preparo:

1 - Em uma tigela, misture a mandioca com o leite, a farinha de trigo, o ovo, a margarina e metade do parmesão ralado.

2 - Tempere com sal, pimenta-do-reino e noz-moscada.

3 - Espalhe em um refratário médio untado e cubra com o requeijão.

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A Rua Bom Jesus, no Recife Antigo, é uma das ruas mais antigas do Brasil e carrega um rico contexto histórico e cultural. Durante o período colonial, ela era chamada de Rua do Judeus, pois abrigava uma comunidade judaica que se estabeleceu ali no século XVII, durante a ocupação holandesa. Foi nesse local que se fundou a Sinagoga Kahal Zur Israel, a primeira sinagoga das Américas, hoje um importante centro cultural e museu.

Além da relevância histórica, a Rua Bom Jesus é conhecida por seus charmosos casarões coloniais, que hoje abrigam galerias de arte, bares, restaurantes e lojas de artesanato. As palmeiras e a iluminação noturna tornam o lugar ainda mais encantador, sendo um ponto muito frequentado por turistas e moradores locais.

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A banda mineira Skank é considerada uma das mais importantes da música brasileira das últimas décadas. Tudo começou em 1991, quando o vocalista Samuel Rosa e o guitarrista Henrique Portugal se conheceram em um festival de música. Os dois músicos logo perceberam que tinham uma química musical forte e decidiram formar uma banda. Eles convidaram o baixista Lelo Zaneti e o baterista Paps para se juntarem ao grupo. Com uma mistura de pop, rock e reggae, o grupo conquistou milhões de fãs no Brasil e no mundo desde o lançamento do seu primeiro álbum em 1992. Tendo uma trajetória de sucesso, se consolidou como uma das bandas mais importantes do cenário musical brasileiro.

Em 2023 a banda se despede do público com as últimas apresentações oficiais após anunciarem o fim da banda skank.

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Saw a picture of a Tumblr post on Pinterest lol (original credit to @dorianpavus !) of interesting party compositions... And I figured I'd add my take featuring Veilguard companions 😂

Lucanis & Zevran | We're here, we're Antivan, and we're out to steal your heart (but only one of us knows that's what he's doing)

Bellara & Merrill | Adorable ancient elven history geeks, skilled against (….or with) blood magic

Emmerich & Wynne | Our favorite wise elderly mages who do have game still, thank you very much

Davrin, Blackwall, and Anders | We may not all actually be Grey Wardens, but we bond through our shared respect for them

Davrin, Anders, and Alistair | We are all actually Grey Wardens, and also have issues with authority

Neve, Vivienne, and Morrigan | The W. I. T. C. H. party= Woman In Total Control of Herself (and, ya know, they're all powerful mages who could probably rule the world through sheer willpower if they wanted)

Harding & Shale | You can find them bonding over rocks, probably

Taash, Sera, and Merrill | Will be asking all the most uncomfortable and/or confusing questions

Lucanis, Cole, and Anders | We're all varying amounts of spirit. Some of us handle that better than others

Neve, Cassandra, and Aveline | We are the law and you will behave

Emmerich & Leliana | Let's all sit down and have some tea, oh yes Manfred you can play with the nugs, but be careful not to break anything!

Harding, Nathaniel, and Alistair | Wait, you've been flirting with me? This whole time?? (Please I know canonically you can't flirt with Nathaniel.... But a girl can dream 😆)

Lucanis, Fenris, and Anders | Two "mage killers" and one "mage, killer"

Bellara, Cassandra, and Varric | The trashy novel enthusiasts

Emmerich, Carver, and Oghren | The sheer chaos and annoyance that would abound between these people... Oghren would probably still have a great time, at least

Taash, Dorian, and Sebastian | You should never hide your true self.... Okay actually nevermind, Sebastian maybe you should

Davrin & The Iron Bull | The Dad™ team

Assan, Manfred, and Dog | The real MVPs, the Dream Team, the Feather, Fur, and Bone Brigade… they know they’re the favorites

I can’t do enough tags to get everyone, so companions just know you are all in my heart 🫶

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As cores e a magia do São João em Campina Grande, Paraíba

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Praia Grande - Ubatuba/SP

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Is it okay to request 3

Yes, it is! But keep in mind that it may take me a while to write them.

Also, please send them to me in different asks so I don't get lost/confused lol!!!

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Hello, How are you? Are you still writing right now?🥰

I'm great and you? I am and I still have 5 days of vacation, yay!

Let me know if you want anything and give me as many details as possible!

Thank you!

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Hello, can you please write some Solas x Female reader fluff.

Of course! Thank you for the ask!

Just letting you know that this is the first time I've writen Solas. I romanced him like ages ago, and only once, so I apologize if he is too OOC. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Lath. (Translation at the end.)

There was something about the cold wind that made him stop. The desire to lie down under that giant tree and find out whatever secrets were hidden there almost made Solas forget where he was. Which in itself could be considered quite a feat since Haven was nearby. Right in the horizon of his view.

He had gone for a walk to clear his head and try to find a solution to continue with his plans.

With a calm sigh, he frowned, lost in his thoughts, only to have them interrupted by your words beside him.

"Am I bothering you? I can go back to Haven..."

He turned to you. How could he have forgotten about his companion? The answer to that question was very easy indeed.

You brought calmness to his turbulent mind. Your gentleness and hunger for knowledge impressed him every day, and your questions made him want to seek more knowledge.

Could this be the reason why he wanted so much to fall asleep under the tree and unravel its mysteries? He looked at you once more. Your lips parted in anticipation of his answer, fascinated him in a way he couldn’t explain.

"It's okay, Da'len. I was just lost in my own thoughts." He offered you a smile, and even though he was conscious, he allowed his eyes to fall to your lips, which still refused to close. It didn’t take him too long to wonder how soft they were, but it was the blush on your cheeks that caught his attention the most.

And although you tried to hide the fact by turning your face away and crossing your arms over your chest, claiming that the wind was cold and strong and that maybe you should turn back, he knew very well why you had turned away.

Solas had already lived long enough to recognize the signs, and even though he knew that nothing could happen between the two of you, he closed the gap and hugged you. He wrapped his arms around your body until you were safe between them.

"There." He offered you a gentle smile when you finally looked at him, allowing him to see the blush on your cheeks up close. "I hope you're feeling better."

And for the first time, he found himself unable to stop, raising one of his hands and caressing your hair. He let his fingers slowly brush against your cold cheeks.

Solas was surprised at himself.

Surprised and alarmed by the realization that he had let you get closer to his heart without effort.

You weren't in his plans. You couldn't be. So, how and when did you get so close? Made your way so sneakily into his heart and so undeniably?

Solas pulled you closer. He buried your face in his chest and smelled your hair. He felt your body relax against his and your fingers curl against his tunic. He sighed deeply and cursed himself. How could he have been so careless?

And once again, unable to stop himself, he raised his hand and turned your face towards him so that he could look deep into your eyes and stare at you. Not in a rude way, because the smile on his face was far from insincere. He looked at you and saw the innocence within them. They gave him hope. For him, for you, for everyone.

Solas smiled with his lips and then his eyes and kissed your forehead gently.

"It's time for us to return...Lethallen." He watched you nod, noticed the bush intensifying, and found himself thinking what would happen if he had called you Vhenan, as his lips had almost confessed, as his vulnerable heart had just recognized.

And letting all that sink in, he could only think about one thing…

Ma vhenan.

Lath: Love of being; to be in love.

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What was that?

Cullen and... a lazy morning! @ladytesla

Thank you for the prompt! I really do hope you like it!

Cullen watched her sleeping. He didn’t mean to. Maker knew he had a lot of work to do, but she was peaceful, beautiful, and his.

His sheets covered her in his bed. No, scratch that. Their sheet covered her in their bed.

The small smile grew and split his face in two, then beyond, until his happiness reached his fingertips. He lazily traced the skin of her legs and up to her arm. Her hair around his calloused fingers felt like silk against his skin.

Cullen was in love with her, and he desperately wished she felt the same. After all, how would all his daydreams of building a life with her come true if she one day left him?

With that grim thought swimming around his mind, he embraced her and brought her closer to his. Her body fit his like they were mold and clay. A perfect fit.

His nose found the crook of her neck and breathed her scent deeply. The smell was etched into his memory, and he never ceased to be surprised every time he smelled it in the air, even with her away on some mission for the Inquisition.

Had he already sighed in happiness and love? Surely it couldn’t be more than the second time… okay, maybe the third or tenth…. How could he stop his brain from reminding him how lucky he was and how much she meant to him?

She stirred in his arms, and although he hadn’t planned on waking her up, he waited happily to see her face and kiss those soft lips again. And once, with locked eyes, he heard himself confess his love for her for the very first time. In a tone he never knew he was capable of uttering. Love did change people, after all.

Lost in thought of a future together with the woman lying beside him, he almost, almost, didn’t notice her wide eyes in surprise. With a squeal, she hid her face under the covers, and Cullen immediately regretted his words. Had he scared her enough for her to walk away from them? Him?

“I’m sorry…” He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts. Feeling her move by his side, he started to apologize again, but his words were lost in her kiss. Her hands on each side of his face, tilting his head to deepen their kiss.

And in the brief moment that she parted their lips and averted his gaze; she let a flood of words escape her lips. The incoherent sentences made his head spin, but it was the final words before she kissed him again that kept repeating inside his mind like a hurricane destroying everything in its wake and leaving behind only those words. Those four words that took him to paradise and beyond.

I love you, too.

Without being able to stop himself, he lifted her and placed her on his lap. Dove his fingers into her hair and rested his forehead on hers.

“Stay.” His voice low, the tone hopeful. “Stay today, tonight, forever.” He pleaded with her, the Maker, and whoever was out there listening in. “Please.” His body tense, waiting for the moment she would reject him.

“Only if you say it again and kiss me—” Her words shushed by his kisses, love declarations, and arms pulling her closer, trying to make her feel on her skin, everything he wanted to convey.

“Maker, I love you,” he professed on her lips over and over and over again. He watched her smile grow and make his grow, too, and he felt the fear within his heart fade like embers beneath the snow. The worry and distress left his soul when she kissed him one final time, and they got lost in each other until their bodies couldn’t take it any longer, and he…

He watched her sleeping. He didn’t mean to. Maker knew he had a lot of work to do, but she was peaceful, beautiful, and his.

Work would wait because he had a lot more daydreaming to do…

After all, he finally knew she loved him as much as he loved her.

What was that? The sounds of a chantry bell and the laughter of kids in the distance? And with that thought swirling in his mind, he finally fell asleep again.

Only the Maker knew how much he loved you.

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Herald's rest.

Cullen, of course! And a meetcute! Make it fluffy, please 🥰 @isk4649

I hope I don't disappoint! Thank you for the prompt.

~~~~~~

The tavern was crowded, of course it was, the Inquisitor had just slain their very first dragon. Bull boasted about their victory with a tankard in hand while Dorian looked at the Qunari with death in his eyes… and not because he was a necromancer, of course not…. maybe it was because part of his mustache was slightly burned… who knew?

The singing and laughter filled the place. Ale spilled in the air. Tapping of dancing shoes and stomped toes followed by ouches and oofs, but most importantly the smiles on people’s faces. For a few hours, they would be able to forget the horrors waiting for them beyond the frozen mountains.

And there, with a worried frown and an excuse on his lips, entered the Commander. His armor ever present along with his tamed blonde curls. The stubble on his face telling everyone around how worried and busy he had been since the news reached Skyhold. His rumblings of danger and crazy heard in his wake. Beside him walked Varric. The dwarf had a smile splitting his face and, in his eyes, a softness he showed only for his deepest friends.

They walked to the counter and asked Cabot for a drink. As soon as the tankards touched the surface, Varric was gone, leaving Cullen alone—or so he thought.

In the middle of cursing the man, Cullen almost spit his ale when he noticed a person sitting beside him. A pair of kind eyes stared at him with awe and apprehension in them. He apologized for his words and offered a small smile as a peace offering, one that was accepted with a blush.

There was silence between them that dragged on for long seconds that felt like centuries. Clearing his throat, Cullen tried to start small talk but failed miserably. Maker. Trying to salvage the situation, he offered a drink and smiled at the small nod of confirmation.

Taking his gloves off and folding them in front of him, he waited for the drink to arrive. Both their hands reached for the tankard as soon as it was placed in front of them, and when Cullen’s big, strong hands circled the tankard, he felt the softness of skin under his palm, and electricity ran through his body. Turning his head to the side, he caught himself staring at teasing lips.

Once again, he cleared his throat. Maker. He was making a fool of himself. Again.

Changing his thought process, he decided to turn his body and focus on what mattered the most at that moment. From then on, they talked about everything and nothing. They laughed, exchanged tales, and had a great night. Little did he know Varric watched their interaction not from too far away with a pleased smile on his face. The dwarf had everything under control. Now, it was just a game of waiting.

As it always happens in this kind of situation, night became morning in a blur, and Cullen found himself lost for words when the sunlight filled the place and time to go back to the real world caught up to them.

“It was a surprisingly wonderful night.” He massaged his fingers. His eyes locked in the tankard in front of him. “I was wondering if you-” His words were cut short when a bunch of spies approached them, urging his companion to join them. A sad smile was all the answer he had, and he bid his farewell with an understanding but disappointed nod in the group's direction.

During the following days, Cullen watched the valley below, wondering where the group had gone. He entertained the thought of asking Leliana, but what good would that do?

Taking a deep breath and replacing the memory of a warm smile with the endless hours of work ahead, he went to his office, only to have his steps halted.

Halted because the warm smile was present again. Halted because a pair of the most beautiful kind eyes stared at him.

He halted because you were back.

And this time, there would be no stuttering nor apprehension.

“Would you like to have a drink?” The words left his lips laced in hope.

“I would love to.”

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Herald's rest.

Cullen, of course! And a meetcute! Make it fluffy, please 🥰 @isk4649

I hope I don't disappoint! Thank you for the prompt.

~~~~~~

The tavern was crowded, of course it was, the Inquisitor had just slain their very first dragon. Bull boasted about their victory with a tankard in hand while Dorian looked at the Qunari with death in his eyes… and not because he was a necromancer, of course not…. maybe it was because part of his mustache was slightly burned… who knew?

The singing and laughter filled the place. Ale spilled in the air. Tapping of dancing shoes and stomped toes followed by ouches and oofs, but most importantly the smiles on people’s faces. For a few hours, they would be able to forget the horrors waiting for them beyond the frozen mountains.

And there, with a worried frown and an excuse on his lips, entered the Commander. His armor ever present along with his tamed blonde curls. The stubble on his face telling everyone around how worried and busy he had been since the news reached Skyhold. His rumblings of danger and crazy heard in his wake. Beside him walked Varric. The dwarf had a smile splitting his face and, in his eyes, a softness he showed only for his deepest friends.

They walked to the counter and asked Cabot for a drink. As soon as the tankards touched the surface, Varric was gone, leaving Cullen alone—or so he thought.

In the middle of cursing the man, Cullen almost spit his ale when he noticed a person sitting beside him. A pair of kind eyes stared at him with awe and apprehension in them. He apologized for his words and offered a small smile as a peace offering, one that was accepted with a blush.

There was silence between them that dragged on for long seconds that felt like centuries. Clearing his throat, Cullen tried to start small talk but failed miserably. Maker. Trying to salvage the situation, he offered a drink and smiled at the small nod of confirmation.

Taking his gloves off and folding them in front of him, he waited for the drink to arrive. Both their hands reached for the tankard as soon as it was placed in front of them, and when Cullen’s big, strong hands circled the tankard, he felt the softness of skin under his palm, and electricity ran through his body. Turning his head to the side, he caught himself staring at teasing lips.

Once again, he cleared his throat. Maker. He was making a fool of himself. Again.

Changing his thought process, he decided to turn his body and focus on what mattered the most at that moment. From then on, they talked about everything and nothing. They laughed, exchanged tales, and had a great night. Little did he know Varric watched their interaction not from too far away with a pleased smile on his face. The dwarf had everything under control. Now, it was just a game of waiting.

As it always happens in this kind of situation, night became morning in a blur, and Cullen found himself lost for words when the sunlight filled the place and time to go back to the real world caught up to them.

“It was a surprisingly wonderful night.” He massaged his fingers. His eyes locked in the tankard in front of him. “I was wondering if you-” His words were cut short when a bunch of spies approached them, urging his companion to join them. A sad smile was all the answer he had, and he bid his farewell with an understanding but disappointed nod in the group's direction.

During the following days, Cullen watched the valley below, wondering where the group had gone. He entertained the thought of asking Leliana, but what good would that do?

Taking a deep breath and replacing the memory of a warm smile with the endless hours of work ahead, he went to his office, only to have his steps halted.

Halted because the warm smile was present again. Halted because a pair of the most beautiful kind eyes stared at him.

He halted because you were back.

And this time, there would be no stuttering nor apprehension.

“Would you like to have a drink?” The words left his lips laced in hope.

“I would love to.”

More one-shots!

Thank you for reading!

[jonogueira]

What was that?

Cullen and... a lazy morning! @ladytesla

Thank you for the prompt! I really do hope you like it!

Cullen watched her sleeping. He didn’t mean to. Maker knew he had a lot of work to do, but she was peaceful, beautiful, and his.

His sheets covered her in his bed. No, scratch that. Their sheet covered her in their bed.

The small smile grew and split his face in two, then beyond, until his happiness reached his fingertips. He lazily traced the skin of her legs and up to her arm. Her hair around his calloused fingers felt like silk against his skin.

Cullen was in love with her, and he desperately wished she felt the same. After all, how would all his daydreams of building a life with her come true if she one day left him?

With that grim thought swimming around his mind, he embraced her and brought her closer to his. Her body fit his like they were mold and clay. A perfect fit.

His nose found the crook of her neck and breathed her scent deeply. The smell was etched into his memory, and he never ceased to be surprised every time he smelled it in the air, even with her away on some mission for the Inquisition.

Had he already sighed in happiness and love? Surely it couldn’t be more than the second time… okay, maybe the third or tenth…. How could he stop his brain from reminding him how lucky he was and how much she meant to him?

She stirred in his arms, and although he hadn’t planned on waking her up, he waited happily to see her face and kiss those soft lips again. And once, with locked eyes, he heard himself confess his love for her for the very first time. In a tone he never knew he was capable of uttering. Love did change people, after all.

Lost in thought of a future together with the woman lying beside him, he almost, almost, didn’t notice her wide eyes in surprise. With a squeal, she hid her face under the covers, and Cullen immediately regretted his words. Had he scared her enough for her to walk away from them? Him?

“I’m sorry…” He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts. Feeling her move by his side, he started to apologize again, but his words were lost in her kiss. Her hands on each side of his face, tilting his head to deepen their kiss.

And in the brief moment that she parted their lips and averted his gaze; she let a flood of words escape her lips. The incoherent sentences made his head spin, but it was the final words before she kissed him again that kept repeating inside his mind like a hurricane destroying everything in its wake and leaving behind only those words. Those four words that took him to paradise and beyond.

I love you, too.

Without being able to stop himself, he lifted her and placed her on his lap. Dove his fingers into her hair and rested his forehead on hers.

“Stay.” His voice low, the tone hopeful. “Stay today, tonight, forever.” He pleaded with her, the Maker, and whoever was out there listening in. “Please.” His body tense, waiting for the moment she would reject him.

“Only if you say it again and kiss me—” Her words shushed by his kisses, love declarations, and arms pulling her closer, trying to make her feel on her skin, everything he wanted to convey.

“Maker, I love you,” he professed on her lips over and over and over again. He watched her smile grow and make his grow, too, and he felt the fear within his heart fade like embers beneath the snow. The worry and distress left his soul when she kissed him one final time, and they got lost in each other until their bodies couldn’t take it any longer, and he…

He watched her sleeping. He didn’t mean to. Maker knew he had a lot of work to do, but she was peaceful, beautiful, and his.

Work would wait because he had a lot more daydreaming to do…

After all, he finally knew she loved him as much as he loved her.

What was that? The sounds of a chantry bell and the laughter of kids in the distance? And with that thought swirling in his mind, he finally fell asleep again.

Only the Maker knew how much he loved you.

More one-shots!

Thank you for reading!

[jonogueira]

Hello, can you please write some Solas x Female reader fluff.

Of course! Thank you for the ask!

Just letting you know that this is the first time I've writen Solas. I romanced him like ages ago, and only once, so I apologize if he is too OOC. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Lath. (Translation at the end.)

There was something about the cold wind that made him stop. The desire to lie down under that giant tree and find out whatever secrets were hidden there almost made Solas forget where he was. Which in itself could be considered quite a feat since Haven was nearby. Right in the horizon of his view.

He had gone for a walk to clear his head and try to find a solution to continue with his plans.

With a calm sigh, he frowned, lost in his thoughts, only to have them interrupted by your words beside him.

"Am I bothering you? I can go back to Haven..."

He turned to you. How could he have forgotten about his companion? The answer to that question was very easy indeed.

You brought calmness to his turbulent mind. Your gentleness and hunger for knowledge impressed him every day, and your questions made him want to seek more knowledge.

Could this be the reason why he wanted so much to fall asleep under the tree and unravel its mysteries? He looked at you once more. Your lips parted in anticipation of his answer, fascinated him in a way he couldn’t explain.

"It's okay, Da'len. I was just lost in my own thoughts." He offered you a smile, and even though he was conscious, he allowed his eyes to fall to your lips, which still refused to close. It didn’t take him too long to wonder how soft they were, but it was the blush on your cheeks that caught his attention the most.

And although you tried to hide the fact by turning your face away and crossing your arms over your chest, claiming that the wind was cold and strong and that maybe you should turn back, he knew very well why you had turned away.

Solas had already lived long enough to recognize the signs, and even though he knew that nothing could happen between the two of you, he closed the gap and hugged you. He wrapped his arms around your body until you were safe between them.

"There." He offered you a gentle smile when you finally looked at him, allowing him to see the blush on your cheeks up close. "I hope you're feeling better."

And for the first time, he found himself unable to stop, raising one of his hands and caressing your hair. He let his fingers slowly brush against your cold cheeks.

Solas was surprised at himself.

Surprised and alarmed by the realization that he had let you get closer to his heart without effort.

You weren't in his plans. You couldn't be. So, how and when did you get so close? Made your way so sneakily into his heart and so undeniably?

Solas pulled you closer. He buried your face in his chest and smelled your hair. He felt your body relax against his and your fingers curl against his tunic. He sighed deeply and cursed himself. How could he have been so careless?

And once again, unable to stop himself, he raised his hand and turned your face towards him so that he could look deep into your eyes and stare at you. Not in a rude way, because the smile on his face was far from insincere. He looked at you and saw the innocence within them. They gave him hope. For him, for you, for everyone.

Solas smiled with his lips and then his eyes and kissed your forehead gently.

"It's time for us to return...Lethallen." He watched you nod, noticed the bush intensifying, and found himself thinking what would happen if he had called you Vhenan, as his lips had almost confessed, as his vulnerable heart had just recognized.

And letting all that sink in, he could only think about one thing…

Ma vhenan.

Lath: Love of being; to be in love.

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Thank you for reading!

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DAO folks, plus DAA cause I love them. All of them a drawn to look about how I headcanon them at the start of DAA (hence why Anders is still a golden boy). Plus some general headcanons.

Specific praise to @kesterite cause I used their art as inspiration for specifically Sten and Alistair.