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[nightwolf667]

It really is the flaws in his character which make him so intriguing for me.

[RynJ]

He's a great character for all of those flaws! One of my favorite things about him is that he talks as if he's a different elf, like he's learned from his past experiences and is wiser and more understanding.

 

But then he says certain things and acts rashly still and I'm just like "Are you, Solas? Are you really?" 

 

For a "god", or at least an immortal being that has lived for a long, long time, he's painfully human(elf/qunari/dwarf) ain't he?

[Avejajed]

Alright so. I'm done and thought I'd share. It's really, really rough, I haven't had anyone look at it or edit it or check it for grammar or spelling but it's late and now I'm..well, now I have to go find my husband. For reasons.

It's pretty graphic but not as much as I intended. My last fic included Sebastian, Anders, Lady Hawke, and marble statue. THAT was graphic. Hahah.

NSFW.

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Maybe gonna be kind of long.

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“Solas?”

Solas didn't even look up from his book. “Yes?” he responded, sounding distracted. She enjoyed evenings like this- so far and few between really. There was always something to do, somewhere to go, and evenings were more likely spent at camp, exhausted and dirty. Being at Skyhold was a treat, with clean sheets and hot water and tea. Tea that sat next to Solas, untouched and cold.

It was a habit they had easily fallen into at Skyhold. Over dinner they would talk of the day, the strategy, and she would listen to his advice and council. He knew much, and they would spend hours debating, theorizing and planning over wine. Tonight, of course, he was pouring over one of his many books and she had other ideas.

“Remember the other day on our way back from the crossroads- when Blackwall asked you about...” she paused, searching for the most delicate way of approaching the subject. “..uh...your relationships with spirits?” She took a quick sip of tea and looked back down into the book she had open in front of her, the blush spreading prettily across her freckled nose.

“I usually try to avoid remembering what Blackwall has to say when he has been spending too many evenings with Sera and Dorian at the tavern.” Solas still did not look up from his book, switching one open book now to another to cross reference.

“Yes, well.” She leaned back in her chair. “I just wondered if you had...I mean, you never really answered him. I just wondered if you..had...uh..had those kinds of relationships. With spirits. Before. In the fade.”

He looked up now, an eyebrow raised. She immediately regretted asking, and quickly took a sip of her own lukewarm tea.

Solas sat back in his chair, his expression unreadable. If anything, he was no longer distracted, though she desperately wished he was, wished he would stop looking at her with those piercing blue eyes. He always made her nervous. When he looked at her it was too much, like her skin was on fire.

“It's not really important. I just..I mean, I..forget I asked.”

He smiled now. “There are many pleasures one can find in the fade if one knows where to look. The fade is full of thoughts, emotions, dreams, passions and desires as much as it is full of fear, despair, loneliness and hate.”

“That's not exactly an answer.” she replied.

“No, it is not. Forgive me.” He closed his book now and smiled again. “You can always tell when we are near a rift, can you not?”

“Yes, of course..my mark..” she began.

“Not only the mark, no. When we are near the rifts the veil is thin, electric. I have seen it affect you, though it may be something you do not notice. A shiver, perhaps, like a breeze across your skin. In the fade, physicality is not the same as it is in the waking world. Pleasures found here are not the same as in the fade. A man and a woman may find pleasure with each other and yet in the fade, find the same pleasure but in a different way.” He ignored his cold cup of tea and poured himself a small glass of wine instead. “There are many ways of finding pleasure in the spirit world, but not in the way you imagine. I have not sought it out in many years.”

Why did he have to be so damn confusing. What was wrong with “yes” or “no”? The frustration and confusion must have shown on her face because he smiled again. “I don't understand. How is...that...different?”

“It is hard to explain. The fade has many curious affects. It magnifies fear, lust, pleasure, pain. What you feel here you may feel there tenfold. You may feel desire and passion and even lust without even being touched, like a thousand fingertips sliding up your spine, heat pooling at the center of your body. There are spirits of desire and pleasure, though most are familiar with their demon counterparts.” Solas took a sip of his wine again, his blue gaze darkening as he stared at her. He was not smiling now and she felt the heat of his gaze in her belly.

“As I said,” he continued, “It is not something I looked for- not for a very, very long time.”

She felt very silly now for having asked such a question. Damn Sera was beginning to be a very bad influence. Heat flushed her cheeks and she stood. “It's getting late...if we leave for Val Royeux tomorrow I should get some sleep.”

Solas stood as well, watching her quietly. He stepped closer to her, his hand against her cheek. “Do not worry. Ma vhenan'ara. ” his hand cupped her cheek, his mouth lowered to her lips for a soft, brief kiss. “Era hamin ”

Annoyed with herself, she made her way down the main hall to her quarters. She would never be able to fall asleep at this point. The rest of Skyhold was quiet, the fires burning dim. Opening her door and closing it behind her, she leaned against it, sighing. Solas made her feel...everything. Sure, they had spent time together, fought together....kissed twice, but then of course never spoken of what was between them, or what it could be.

She fell into bed and stared up at the rafters. He made her skin burn, with his gaze, his touch. Didn't he know how much he affected her? Then, of course, she had to go and ask a stupid question and ruin their quiet evening. That would teach her to spend any more afternoons on the roof with Sera.

Sometime later, she awoke, drowsy and disoriented. Turning over, she felt the grass beneath her hand. Grass? Obviously, she wasn't in her bed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Where...” she began, looking around her. Well. This was different. A warm breeze slid against her skin, rustling the grass beneath her, tickling her bare legs. The moon was full, shining pale against the ground, stars sparkling through the high, large trees. She was in some kind of clearing.

“Beautiful, is it not?” a voice spoke behind her. She turned around. Of course. Solas. He stood there, head tilted to one side, watching her.

“Am I dreaming?” she asked, searching his face.

“We are in the fade. It is both a dream and real.” He took a few steps toward her, closing the distance. “You were troubled this evening by my words. I frustrated you.”

She sighed. “No. Yes. I don't know.”

“I thought perhaps it would be best if I show you. You see, pleasures in the fade are...often too ...intense for many people. Spirits transform in the fade. Passions...” he paused,close enough now to touch. “...transform people with weakness of character, soul. They turn them from passion and love to hate and jealousy.”

“You are different, though, are you not? I have never met anyone with strength such as yours. Your soul is strong, your light never flickers.”

He touched her hair, his eyes never leaving her face.

“I will show you.”

Cupping her cheek, his mouth took hers hungrily. The intensity of it nearly brought her to her knees. His free hand slid around her waist, pulling her body close. He tasted of wine..and something she could not identify. It was heady, intoxicating. This kiss was different. This meant..more. There was nothing but this moment, the feeling as though this moment was all that ever mattered.

He broke the kiss and lowered her back to the grass.

Speaking was no longer required. His mouth took hers again, dominating. His hand on her body, hand in her hair. Nothing mattered. Her body was on fire, she felt every inch of her skin tingling, electric, hot. The heat was liquid and pooled at her core. His mouth branded hers, his very touch scorching. She could feel their magic, touching, rising and falling, two cores throbbing with want.

Her shirt was off and she didn't even know how it was, only that she was glad, only that she craved the air on her bare skin, the dew on the grass and sweat leaving it glowing, damp. His hands were touching her everywhere, leaving her gasping for air, each part of her body crying for attention. He did not fumble. He was not unsure, nor gentle. He demanded, took, required, and she gave it gladly, willing.

His mouth left hers and let his kiss assault her body, a hot trail down her neck that threatened to overtake her. His hands were on her breasts, kneading, touching, pinching until the electric current traveled through her. She could not think, nor form words- what was this? This was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt her body hum with magic, felt the wet slickness of her core, knew only of the need, the hunger, for his body to take hers and claim it.

She was naked now, warm and spread beneath the full pale moon. She grasped at the grass as his mouth hungrily sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his hand sliding to grip her thigh. This was a second nature to him, he controlled her body, her response, she felt his need as strongly as she felt her own. This moment was for them, for them to take and to give, to live and to love, to take pleasure and comfort and to give themselves to one another.

She whimpered as his mouth left one nipple and took the other, sucking, biting lightly. His hand slid down her flat stomach, his knee spreading her legs apart slightly. This was death, this was death, this exquisite torture that threatened to make her explode. She arched her back as he slipped a finger between her legs, and then two, moving within her. She rode his hand, rocked her body against him, grinding, hollow inside, legs weak and shaking. The pleasure came quickly then, and it was not what she expected. It started small, like a spark, and built into a throbbing center of fullness, magic and lust and desire..and then it exploded into a million pieces, and she cried out and he took her mouth then, silencing her, moving above her.

The heavens shattered above them as he slid himself into her wet core, the world melted away and all there was was the two of them, reaching, riding, joined as one and there was fire and ice and mouths joined and secrets unsaid and yet laid bare. He rode her hard, each thrust more intense than the last, each moment threatened to be their undoing. She gave of herself freely, felt him give the same to her and they exploded together in pleasure, intensity, intoxicating lust. She felt him groan, the first slip of control he showed, as he collapsed against her body, filling her over and over again with his liquid fire until the world went black.

“Ma sa'lath.” He whispered.

Heh. I couldn't think of a proper ending.

[Kath]

Alright so. I'm done and thought I'd share. It's really, really rough, I haven't had anyone look at it or edit it or check it for grammar or spelling but it's late and now I'm..well, now I have to go find my husband. For reasons.
 
NSFW.

Spoiler

 
Maybe gonna be kind of long.

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“Solas?”
 
Solas didn't even look up from his book. “Yes?” he responded, sounding distracted. She enjoyed evenings like this- so far and few between really. There was always something to do, somewhere to go, and evenings were more likely spent at camp, exhausted and dirty. Being at Skyhold was a treat, with clean sheets and hot water and tea. Tea that sat next to Solas, untouched and cold.
 
It was a habit they had easily fallen into at Skyhold. Over dinner they would talk of the day, the strategy, and she would listen to his advice and council. He knew much, and they would spend hours debating, theorizing and planning over wine. Tonight, of course, he was pouring over one of his many books and she had other ideas.
 
“Remember the other day on our way back from the crossroads- when Blackwall asked you about...” she paused, searching for the most delicate way of approaching the subject. “..uh...your relationships with spirits?” She took a quick sip of tea and looked back down into the book she had open in front of her, the blush spreading prettily across her freckled nose.
 
“I usually try to avoid remembering what Blackwall has to say when he has been spending too many evenings with Sera and Dorian at the tavern.” Solas still did not look up from his book, switching one open book now to another to cross reference.
 
“Yes, well.” She leaned back in her chair. “I just wondered if you had...I mean, you never really answered him. I just wondered if you..had...uh..had those kinds of relationships. With spirits. Before. In the fade.”
 
He looked up now, an eyebrow raised. She immediately regretted asking, and quickly took a sip of her own lukewarm tea.
 
Solas sat back in his chair, his expression unreadable. If anything, he was no longer distracted, though she desperately wished he was, wished he would stop looking at her with those piercing blue eyes. He always made her nervous. When he looked at her it was too much, like her skin was on fire.
 
“It's not really important. I just..I mean, I..forget I asked.”
 
He smiled now. “There are many pleasures one can find in the fade if one knows where to look. The fade is full of thoughts, emotions, dreams, passions and desires as much as it is full of fear, despair, loneliness and hate.”
 
“That's not exactly an answer.” she replied.
 
“No, it is not. Forgive me.” He closed his book now and smiled again. “You can always tell when we are near a rift, can you not?”
 
“Yes, of course..my mark..” she began.
 
“Not only the mark, no. When we are near the rifts the veil is thin, electric. I have seen it affect you, though it may be something you do not notice. A shiver, perhaps, like a breeze across your skin. In the fade, physicality is not the same as it is in the waking world. Pleasures found here are not the same as in the fade. A man and a woman may find pleasure with each other and yet in the fade, find the same pleasure but in a different way.” He ignored his cold cup of tea and poured himself a small glass of wine instead. “There are many ways of finding pleasure in the spirit world, but not in the way you imagine. I have not sought it out in many years.”
 
Why did he have to be so damn confusing. What was wrong with “yes” or “no”? The frustration and confusion must have shown on her face because he smiled again. “I don't understand. How is...that...different?”
 
“It is hard to explain. The fade has many curious affects. It magnifies fear, lust, pleasure, pain. What you feel here you may feel there tenfold. You may feel desire and passion and even lust without even being touched, like a thousand fingertips sliding up your spine, heat pooling at the center of your body. There are spirits of desire and pleasure, though most are familiar with their demon counterparts.” Solas took a sip of his wine again, his blue gaze darkening as he stared at her. He was not smiling now and she felt the heat of his gaze in her belly.
 
“As I said,” he continued, “It is not something I looked for- not for a very, very long time.”
 
She felt very silly now for having asked such a question. Damn Sera was beginning to be a very bad influence. Heat flushed her cheeks and she stood. “It's getting late...if we leave for Val Royeux tomorrow I should get some sleep.”
 
Solas stood as well, watching her quietly. He stepped closer to her, his hand against her cheek. “Do not worry. Ma vhenan'ara. ” his hand cupped her cheek, his mouth lowered to her lips for a soft, brief kiss. “Era hamin ”
 
Annoyed with herself, she made her way down the main hall to her quarters. She would never be able to fall asleep at this point. The rest of Skyhold was quiet, the fires burning dim. Opening her door and closing it behind her, she leaned against it, sighing. Solas made her feel...everything. Sure, they had spent time together, fought together....kissed twice, but then of course never spoken of what was between them, or what it could be.
 
She fell into bed and stared up at the rafters. He made her skin burn, with his gaze, his touch. Didn't he know how much he affected her? Then, of course, she had to go and ask a stupid question and ruin their quiet evening. That would teach her to spend any more afternoons on the roof with Sera.
 
Sometime later, she awoke, drowsy and disoriented. Turning over, she felt the grass beneath her hand. Grass? Obviously, she wasn't in her bed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Where...” she began, looking around her. Well. This was different. A warm breeze slid against her skin, rustling the grass beneath her, tickling her bare legs. The moon was full, shining pale against the ground, stars sparkling through the high, large trees. She was in some kind of clearing.
 
“Beautiful, is it not?” a voice spoke behind her. She turned around. Of course. Solas. He stood there, head tilted to one side, watching her.
 
“Am I dreaming?” she asked, searching his face.
 
“We are in the fade. It is both a dream and real.” He took a few steps toward her, closing the distance. “You were troubled this evening by my words. I frustrated you.”
 
She sighed. “No. Yes. I don't know.”
 
“I thought perhaps it would be best if I show you. You see, pleasures in the fade are...often too ...intense for many people. Spirits transform in the fade. Passions...” he paused,close enough now to touch. “...transform people with weakness of character, soul. They turn them from passion and love to hate and jealousy.”
 
“You are different, though, are you not? I have never met anyone with strength such as yours. Your soul is strong, your light never flickers.”
 
He touched her hair, his eyes never leaving her face.
 
“I will show you.”
 
Cupping her cheek, his mouth took hers hungrily. The intensity of it nearly brought her to her knees. His free hand slid around her waist, pulling her body close. He tasted of wine..and something she could not identify. It was heady, intoxicating. This kiss was different. This meant..more. There was nothing but this moment, the feeling as though this moment was all that ever mattered.
 
He broke the kiss and lowered her back to the grass.
 
Speaking was no longer required. His mouth took hers again, dominating. His hand on her body, hand in her hair. Nothing mattered. Her body was on fire, she felt every inch of her skin tingling, electric, hot. The heat was liquid and pooled at her core. His mouth branded hers, his very touch scorching. She could feel their magic, touching, rising and falling, two cores throbbing with want.
 
Her shirt was off and she didn't even know how it was, only that she was glad, only that she craved the air on her bare skin, the dew on the grass and sweat leaving it glowing, damp. His hands were touching her everywhere, leaving her gasping for air, each part of her body crying for attention. He did not fumble. He was not unsure, nor gentle. He demanded, took, required, and she gave it gladly, willing.
 
His mouth left hers and let his kiss assault her body, a hot trail down her neck that threatened to overtake her. His hands were on her breasts, kneading, touching, pinching until the electric current traveled through her. She could not think, nor form words- what was this? This was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt her body hum with magic, felt the wet slickness of her core, knew only of the need, the hunger, for his body to take hers and claim it.
 
She was naked now, warm and spread beneath the full pale moon. She grasped at the grass as his mouth hungrily sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his hand sliding to grip her thigh. This was a second nature to him, he controlled her body, her response, she felt his need as strongly as she felt her own. This moment was for them, for them to take and to give, to live and to love, to take pleasure and comfort and to give themselves to one another.
 
She whimpered as his mouth left one nipple and took the other, sucking, biting lightly. His hand slid down her flat stomach, his knee spreading her legs apart slightly. This was death, this was death, this exquisite torture that threatened to make her explode. She arched her back as he slipped a finger between her legs, and then two, moving within her. She rode his hand, rocked her body against him, grinding, hollow inside, legs weak and shaking. The pleasure came quickly then, and it was not what she expected. It started small, like a spark, and built into a throbbing center of fullness, magic and lust and desire..and then it exploded into a million pieces, and she cried out and he took her mouth then, silencing her, moving above her.
 
The heavens shattered above them as he slid himself into her wet core, the world melted away and all there was was the two of them, reaching, riding, joined as one and there was fire and ice and mouths joined and secrets unsaid and yet laid bare. He rode her hard, each thrust more intense than the last, each moment threatened to be their undoing. She gave of herself freely, felt him give the same to her and they exploded together in pleasure, intensity, intoxicating lust. She felt him groan, the first slip of control he showed, as he collapsed against her body, filling her over and over again with his liquid fire until the world went black.
 
“Ma sa'lath.” He whispered.

 
Heh. I couldn't think of a proper ending.
 

Oh my~
You captured his tone of voice perfectly, so good!

[Birdy]

I love you guys.  Awesome Fanfiction, and awesome fanart.  Mutual attempts at recovery.

 

 

[Sister Goldring]

So did anyone else get completely taken in by Solas during their first game and then rather maliciously go and check his stats to see what his cunning was.  I did when I rolled my Solas-romancing rogue and pretty much just said 'yeah - not nearly as clever as you think you are, babe!'  

 

I know it's all gameplay/story segregation really but I felt much better about things after doing so anyway.  

[chibielf]

Some one needs to make a Solas/Lavellen video with "say something". I'd watch the hell out of that and cry.

[InkQuest]

This ain't Solas, but I saw this on Tumblr and I figured that the sentiment still applies.   

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[RynJ]

This banter with Solas sounds HILARIOUS out of context! 

 

http://darthempress....nce-featuring-a

 

Also, his laugh at the end.   I love the little snort at the end of it, so cute!

[chibielf]

This banter with Solas sounds HILARIOUS out of context! 
 
http://darthempress....nce-featuring-a
 
Also, his laugh at the end.   I love the little snort at the end of it, so cute!

*dead*

[jellobell]

This banter with Solas sounds HILARIOUS out of context! 

 

http://darthempress....nce-featuring-a

 

Also, his laugh at the end.   I love the little snort at the end of it, so cute!

"Sleep well?" He says in the smuggest of voices. Damn you, Solas. 

[Brass_Buckles]

Yeah but,

 

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Lavellan doesn't know anything about the Solas' identity when she decided to drink from the well. Also, I'm sure Solas has the ability to release her from the slave binding should he choose to. He was mad about it at first, but if you keep talking, he stops being mad depending on dialogue options. I think it's more interesting for me to see what Solas plans to do with Lavellan if she drank from the well. Also Lavellan is very strong-willed and now has some of the power of the Dread Wolf (the mark). I think that complicates matter and it's uncertain how much control he really has over her.

 

Lavellan may have no clue, but if she has arcane knowledge from the Secrets perk, she knows it will make her a slave to the will of the people who left their wisdom behind in the Well.  Even if Mythal doesn't exist, she would still be enslaved.  And being strong-willed doesn't mean you'll be able to defy the orders of a god when you are under a compulsion to do so.  My concern about how it may harm a relationship came from the thought that we don't know if the obedience to the will of Mythal is something automatic or only done on command.  If it's automatic, then Lavellan may do whatever the voices of the Well think is most appropriate to the will of Mythal.

 

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You have good points and it is possible that if you drank from the well then the relationship is over. Allthough I think that Lavellan would know when Solas would order her to do something. So she could be like she was before except that if Solas wanted her to do something she would have to do it. Of course this would be very bad and not very good relationship. Although I believe that Solas would not use his power like that but of course he would always have that power. So I think it is still possible for them to have a relationship even if Lavellan drank from the well. I guess you'll just have to decide whether you want that kind of a relationship or not.

 

I think there is also the possibility that Solas would  free Lavellan if that would be possible. Although I don't think that is possible. It could also be possible that the bounding is different now that he has accuired Mythal's power.  It could also be possible that he could no longer control Mythal's slaves or what ever they are called. Anyway I'm going save a save file before the drinking so that I can choose diffently if the drinking was a bad idea.

 

Solas might be able to free Lavellan, it's true.  But, he also might not.  And if he had the power, what's to say he can even prevent using it?  As I said above, it might just be automatic--the Well's voices forcing Lavellan to do whatever they think Mythal wants.  Consent could be a potentially major issue, and without consent it is not a relationship.  Not to mention that Solas would hate having slaves, especially someone he respects and cares about as much as he does Lavellan.

 

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I agree with you completely and I think we get hints of Solas having this outlook in the game too. In the scene on the balcony Solas has begun to ask himself if you perhaps only like him because you now have his power. He asks what you were like before and if the anchor has change your mind, your morals or your spirit. If you watch the cutscene you will see that he looks away and pause briefly before saying "spirit", my guess is that what he wanted to say was "feelings" but that would appear to be a weird question from the Inquisitors point of view that would lead to questions he couldn't answer without revealing himself.

 

This is an interesting insight, and yet considering what Cole says about the Inquisitor being "bright" even beyond the Mark, I sort of have a sneaking suspicion that either Solas is literally able to see people's souls, or he means a literal spirit of wisdom (but doesn't share that, lest Lavellan not be aware of it).  It's hard to say.  Still, it very well could be he's afraid he's inadvertently made Lavellan more like himself--which would mean that his attraction might be false, or narcissistic.

 

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I also want to know what happens if you drank from the well and I'm hoping that their relationship doesn't end if you drank from it.  I do hope that there is some interesting dialogue if you happened to drink from it. Because the whole situation is so intriguing. I just hope there is a DLC where I can meet him again. I can't wait!

 

Forget DLC where you can meet him again, I want DLC that puts him permanently back into my party post-game.  Barring that, modders, help me out here!

 

Maybe it's because... the Dalish don't have bed-beds? Maybe? Or chairs. Well, not throne-like chairs, anyway. IDK.

 

EDIT: Birdy already said it basically, but yeah. lol

 

There's nothing to prevent a bed or a throne from being in the style of Dalish artistry, though, or having elements of Dalish things to it.  I imagine my Inquisitor would rather be sleeping on a pile of furs on the hard floor than in bed.  I can imagine someone walking in to find her curled up on the rug at the foot of the bed, like an animal.  Talk about losing your dignity...

 

As for a Dalish themed throne, it could be styled sort of aravel-shaped, with sails to the side.  Maybe a halla carving topper.

 

But there's not even Dalish decor, and that's a shame too--you know the Dalish carve statues and such for their campsites, and figureheads and god symbols for their aravels.

 

Oh, forgot about that.

 

So he gets mad at the Inquisitor for using it. But the entire time we're at the Temple he's like, "Ew, Morrigan." and doesn't seem to think she'd be best to use it either (even though he gets an approval increase if you let her use it). However, he still thinks someone should use the Well. Just not himself (we all know why)... or the Inquisitor... or Morrigan.

 

WHO IS SUPPOSED TO USE IT THEN, SOLAS? Pls make up ur mind.

 

Perhaps he wants Dorian or Vivienne to drink it?  Doesn't seem to be an option for non-magi.  Vivienne is never happy if I don't drink it.  If she wants me to have it so badly, I wonder if she'd be okay with it herself?

 

They are all over the game!  So, what about Dirthamen and Falon'din?  Why is the Dread Wolf depicted so heavily in their temples?  Dirthamen being the god of secrets and Falon'din being the god of the spirits and fadey-ness.  I just need to know.  Am I reading too heavily into the constant duplicity of the Dread Wolf being shoved into our faces?

 

In the Emerald Graves, as others mentioned, it was to represent the Emerald Knights' wolf companions.  It's interesting that they had such, because the implication is that the wolf was once revered.  Had Fen'Harel been a bad thing at that time, I doubt wolves would have received quite that much adulation.  So either he wasn't around, or more likely he was once a more important god - likely under a different name.  And I do use the term god, because while Solas says that the other elven gods weren't really gods because of their posturing, he never says they were just the nobles and rulers.  They were something more than normal elves, but less than what he would consider a god--and yet, there's a bit of evidence that Solas considers himself a god (not much, but a little, watch his reaction if you immediately claim to be the Herald of Andraste for instance).  I guess you have to be a seriously supreme deity to impress him?

 

Ah

 

Anyone else realize that in real time, it would take Solas and Lavellan a couple days to travel to Crestwood? 

 

So, Solas basically was like, "come with me, my love!"

 

Then went on a hike for a couple days. Then dumped her, and walked back home by himself. So sad Lavellan had a couple-days-long walk-of-shame back to Skyhold. 

 

That's cold, Solas. So cold.

 

I actually had thought of that, myself.  It would probably take even longer than that - mountain travel, and it's quite a bit of distance to Crestwood from Skyhold even if the road were perfectly smooth.  Either they were actually in the Fade, as another suggested, or yeah, he's kind of a jerk to ride all the way there.  Or, the other person who suggested that maybe the scene was meant to be somewhere else (presumably on the Skyhold grounds or nearby), but the Crestwood environment was used for it, could also be right.

 

You'd really think Solas wouldn't have taken the mark if he could?

 

I think he could take the mark and he didn't.  He wasn't powerful enough to confront Corypheus on his own.  The Inquisitor had gotten the mark, and Solas was the only one who could stabilize it or remove it, since it was his own power.  So, I actually believe that the reason the mark had become part of the Inquisitor wasn't because the Inquisitor had been using it, but because Solas had made sure it couldn't be stolen away.  He would have had a couple of reasons for this:  One, he didn't know the Inquisitor and bore him/her no ill will at that time (maybe later, if the Inquisitor is mean to him), so why let him/her die?  Solas tends toward compassion for people until he feels they don't deserve that compassion.  And two, the mark could potentially help him out in getting what he wanted, which was to retrieve the orb, if he played his cards right.  And we know how well he plays Wicked Grace.

 

Was that headcannon or is there truth to the possibility that the "gods" were locked away in the Eluvians?

 

There are hints in the dialogue, but we honestly don't know for certain.

[vertigomez]

Hahaha ... That would be amazing.
 
 
 
Now imagine Solas as a hippy stoner sitting around with his ancient elvhen brethren.
 
"You know what's like messed up, man?  Slaves."
 
Takes a drag.
 
"Like someone should do something about that."

I laughed waaaaaay harder than I should have. 10/10

Actually, this is a pretty perfect song for Solas...
 

 

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ou change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes.
Yeah, you, PMS
Like a ******
I would know
And you over think
Always speak
Critically
I should know
That you're no good for me[Chorus:]
'Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really wanna stay, no
(you) But you don't really wanna go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
We used to be
Just like twins
So in sync
The same energy
Now's a dead battery
Used to laugh 'bout nothing
Now you're plain boring
I should know that
You're not gonna change[Chorus]
Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get off this ride
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
'Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really wanna stay, no
(you) But you don't really wanna go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down, down...

OH GOD, this was my reaction, too.

 

Alright so. I'm done and thought I'd share. It's really, really rough, I haven't had anyone look at it or edit it or check it for grammar or spelling but it's late and now I'm..well, now I have to go find my husband. For reasons.
It's pretty graphic but not as much as I intended. My last fic included Sebastian, Anders, Lady Hawke, and marble statue. THAT was graphic. Hahah.
NSFW.

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Maybe gonna be kind of long.

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“Solas?”
Solas didn't even look up from his book. “Yes?” he responded, sounding distracted. She enjoyed evenings like this- so far and few between really. There was always something to do, somewhere to go, and evenings were more likely spent at camp, exhausted and dirty. Being at Skyhold was a treat, with clean sheets and hot water and tea. Tea that sat next to Solas, untouched and cold.
It was a habit they had easily fallen into at Skyhold. Over dinner they would talk of the day, the strategy, and she would listen to his advice and council. He knew much, and they would spend hours debating, theorizing and planning over wine. Tonight, of course, he was pouring over one of his many books and she had other ideas.
“Remember the other day on our way back from the crossroads- when Blackwall asked you about...” she paused, searching for the most delicate way of approaching the subject. “..uh...your relationships with spirits?” She took a quick sip of tea and looked back down into the book she had open in front of her, the blush spreading prettily across her freckled nose.
“I usually try to avoid remembering what Blackwall has to say when he has been spending too many evenings with Sera and Dorian at the tavern.” Solas still did not look up from his book, switching one open book now to another to cross reference.
“Yes, well.” She leaned back in her chair. “I just wondered if you had...I mean, you never really answered him. I just wondered if you..had...uh..had those kinds of relationships. With spirits. Before. In the fade.”
He looked up now, an eyebrow raised. She immediately regretted asking, and quickly took a sip of her own lukewarm tea.
Solas sat back in his chair, his expression unreadable. If anything, he was no longer distracted, though she desperately wished he was, wished he would stop looking at her with those piercing blue eyes. He always made her nervous. When he looked at her it was too much, like her skin was on fire.
“It's not really important. I just..I mean, I..forget I asked.”
He smiled now. “There are many pleasures one can find in the fade if one knows where to look. The fade is full of thoughts, emotions, dreams, passions and desires as much as it is full of fear, despair, loneliness and hate.”
“That's not exactly an answer.” she replied.
“No, it is not. Forgive me.” He closed his book now and smiled again. “You can always tell when we are near a rift, can you not?”
“Yes, of course..my mark..” she began.
“Not only the mark, no. When we are near the rifts the veil is thin, electric. I have seen it affect you, though it may be something you do not notice. A shiver, perhaps, like a breeze across your skin. In the fade, physicality is not the same as it is in the waking world. Pleasures found here are not the same as in the fade. A man and a woman may find pleasure with each other and yet in the fade, find the same pleasure but in a different way.” He ignored his cold cup of tea and poured himself a small glass of wine instead. “There are many ways of finding pleasure in the spirit world, but not in the way you imagine. I have not sought it out in many years.”
Why did he have to be so damn confusing. What was wrong with “yes” or “no”? The frustration and confusion must have shown on her face because he smiled again. “I don't understand. How is...that...different?”
“It is hard to explain. The fade has many curious affects. It magnifies fear, lust, pleasure, pain. What you feel here you may feel there tenfold. You may feel desire and passion and even lust without even being touched, like a thousand fingertips sliding up your spine, heat pooling at the center of your body. There are spirits of desire and pleasure, though most are familiar with their demon counterparts.” Solas took a sip of his wine again, his blue gaze darkening as he stared at her. He was not smiling now and she felt the heat of his gaze in her belly.
“As I said,” he continued, “It is not something I looked for- not for a very, very long time.”
She felt very silly now for having asked such a question. Damn Sera was beginning to be a very bad influence. Heat flushed her cheeks and she stood. “It's getting late...if we leave for Val Royeux tomorrow I should get some sleep.”
Solas stood as well, watching her quietly. He stepped closer to her, his hand against her cheek. “Do not worry. Ma vhenan'ara. ” his hand cupped her cheek, his mouth lowered to her lips for a soft, brief kiss. “Era hamin ”
Annoyed with herself, she made her way down the main hall to her quarters. She would never be able to fall asleep at this point. The rest of Skyhold was quiet, the fires burning dim. Opening her door and closing it behind her, she leaned against it, sighing. Solas made her feel...everything. Sure, they had spent time together, fought together....kissed twice, but then of course never spoken of what was between them, or what it could be.
She fell into bed and stared up at the rafters. He made her skin burn, with his gaze, his touch. Didn't he know how much he affected her? Then, of course, she had to go and ask a stupid question and ruin their quiet evening. That would teach her to spend any more afternoons on the roof with Sera.
Sometime later, she awoke, drowsy and disoriented. Turning over, she felt the grass beneath her hand. Grass? Obviously, she wasn't in her bed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Where...” she began, looking around her. Well. This was different. A warm breeze slid against her skin, rustling the grass beneath her, tickling her bare legs. The moon was full, shining pale against the ground, stars sparkling through the high, large trees. She was in some kind of clearing.
“Beautiful, is it not?” a voice spoke behind her. She turned around. Of course. Solas. He stood there, head tilted to one side, watching her.
“Am I dreaming?” she asked, searching his face.
“We are in the fade. It is both a dream and real.” He took a few steps toward her, closing the distance. “You were troubled this evening by my words. I frustrated you.”
She sighed. “No. Yes. I don't know.”
“I thought perhaps it would be best if I show you. You see, pleasures in the fade are...often too ...intense for many people. Spirits transform in the fade. Passions...” he paused,close enough now to touch. “...transform people with weakness of character, soul. They turn them from passion and love to hate and jealousy.”
“You are different, though, are you not? I have never met anyone with strength such as yours. Your soul is strong, your light never flickers.”
He touched her hair, his eyes never leaving her face.
“I will show you.”
Cupping her cheek, his mouth took hers hungrily. The intensity of it nearly brought her to her knees. His free hand slid around her waist, pulling her body close. He tasted of wine..and something she could not identify. It was heady, intoxicating. This kiss was different. This meant..more. There was nothing but this moment, the feeling as though this moment was all that ever mattered.
He broke the kiss and lowered her back to the grass.
Speaking was no longer required. His mouth took hers again, dominating. His hand on her body, hand in her hair. Nothing mattered. Her body was on fire, she felt every inch of her skin tingling, electric, hot. The heat was liquid and pooled at her core. His mouth branded hers, his very touch scorching. She could feel their magic, touching, rising and falling, two cores throbbing with want.
Her shirt was off and she didn't even know how it was, only that she was glad, only that she craved the air on her bare skin, the dew on the grass and sweat leaving it glowing, damp. His hands were touching her everywhere, leaving her gasping for air, each part of her body crying for attention. He did not fumble. He was not unsure, nor gentle. He demanded, took, required, and she gave it gladly, willing.
His mouth left hers and let his kiss assault her body, a hot trail down her neck that threatened to overtake her. His hands were on her breasts, kneading, touching, pinching until the electric current traveled through her. She could not think, nor form words- what was this? This was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt her body hum with magic, felt the wet slickness of her core, knew only of the need, the hunger, for his body to take hers and claim it.
She was naked now, warm and spread beneath the full pale moon. She grasped at the grass as his mouth hungrily sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his hand sliding to grip her thigh. This was a second nature to him, he controlled her body, her response, she felt his need as strongly as she felt her own. This moment was for them, for them to take and to give, to live and to love, to take pleasure and comfort and to give themselves to one another.
She whimpered as his mouth left one nipple and took the other, sucking, biting lightly. His hand slid down her flat stomach, his knee spreading her legs apart slightly. This was death, this was death, this exquisite torture that threatened to make her explode. She arched her back as he slipped a finger between her legs, and then two, moving within her. She rode his hand, rocked her body against him, grinding, hollow inside, legs weak and shaking. The pleasure came quickly then, and it was not what she expected. It started small, like a spark, and built into a throbbing center of fullness, magic and lust and desire..and then it exploded into a million pieces, and she cried out and he took her mouth then, silencing her, moving above her.
The heavens shattered above them as he slid himself into her wet core, the world melted away and all there was was the two of them, reaching, riding, joined as one and there was fire and ice and mouths joined and secrets unsaid and yet laid bare. He rode her hard, each thrust more intense than the last, each moment threatened to be their undoing. She gave of herself freely, felt him give the same to her and they exploded together in pleasure, intensity, intoxicating lust. She felt him groan, the first slip of control he showed, as he collapsed against her body, filling her over and over again with his liquid fire until the world went black.
“Ma sa'lath.” He whispered.

Heh. I couldn't think of a proper ending.

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[BubbleDncr]

I used to love my Lavellan with her tattoos. But I watched some of my romance scenes today on youtube, and I guess at this point I've been running around without tattoos for so long, that I hate seeing them. 

 

So, thank you Solas, I guess. Thank you for making me prettier and then leaving me with no one to be pretty for....

[Cheerios789]

I, uh, damn. 

 

Um ... there were words ... I remember how they go.

 

**** guys, I decided to start playing again and leave the forum and return to this? 

 

*sigh*

 

Well done on the fiction though.  A+  I especially like the physical vagueness and emphasis on metaphor and emotion.  It was very fade-like. 

 

 

I was listening to some banter with Solas and Bull and it got me thinking.  He's not wrong to criticize the Imperium and the Qun, but he never offers a solution.  He only criticizes.  So does he have a solution?  Does he just want everyone to be free?  That doesn't work though.  There has to be some government.  Anarchy is an interesting idea, but it has no practical application. 

 

But he can't truly be an Anarchist as he has nothing negative to say about the Inquisitor seizing power across the whole of Thedas.  He's only concerned when she/he is too aggressive towards their charges.  He doesn't want Democracy either.  Since he made that comment that sharing power would never work.  So what does he want?  A monarchy where the monarch is a "good" person who holds the reigns of the entire kingdom?

 

That can't be right.

 

Or is it that his "solution" is so far-fetched that it would never work in "this" Thedas.  Thus he never shares it.  For instance ripping the world apart and rebuilding it from the ashes? 

[vertigomez]

I think he does have some solution in mind. Whether it's a good one is anyone's guess. Take his banter with Sera, for instance. He tries to help her come up with a plan for what she'll do in the aftermath of her peasant revolution... he's very insistent that chaos for the sake of chaos is pointless, that she needs to have a plan.

[HurricaneGinger]

Exactly. Despite all his faults, that's what makes me admire him. He really does try. He listens to you when you explain yourself, and if you make a good point then he concedes it. Hell, he does that for everyone. It makes me sad when people talk about him as being arrogant because that really isn't an arrogant thing to do. I definitely think he was once arrogant and overbearing, but you can tell that he's tried to correct that. I think Solas's harshest critic is himself.

 

That's what I love about him. He'll blow up on someone, then he will apologize later; and even if someone says "no, i deserved it", Solas will still apologize for not seeing their perspective. He is trying so so hard.

 

What hits close to home is the fact he is used to being alone. And, nothing wrong with that. I enjoy being alone, I'm comfortable in it. When Wisdom dies, Solas withdraws into himself; I make it a point to tell him "you do not have to hurt alone". Ever. I loved being able to say that to him. 

[Cheerios789]

I think he does have some solution in mind. Whether it's a good one is anyone's guess. Take his banter with Sera, for instance. He tries to help her come up with a plan for what she'll do in the aftermath of her peasant revolution... he's very insistent that chaos for the sake of chaos is pointless, that she needs to have a plan.

 

 

Excellent point.  I forgot that dialogue. 

 

So not an Anarchist like I said.  So what is he?  He doesn't like supreme power, but then he does.  He doesn't want gods, but then goes out of his way to set the Inquisitor up as a demi-god.  What is his plan?

 

Solas, you beautiful man ... use your words and speak clearly for once.

[Brass_Buckles]

I think he does have some solution in mind. Whether it's a good one is anyone's guess. Take his banter with Sera, for instance. He tries to help her come up with a plan for what she'll do in the aftermath of her peasant revolution... he's very insistent that chaos for the sake of chaos is pointless, that she needs to have a plan.

 

This.  But also Sera points out that if she does take over, it'll just be her people on top doing the same bullcrap that the people who were on top before did.  And Solas concedes that Sera has a point there.

 

I'm not sure he really does have a solution.  He knows there's a problem but he can't figure out how to solve it, other than I suppose completely changing government from time to time before it becomes corrupt.  He is very insistent--he says it more than once--that organizations cannot avoid corruption, even if individuals can.

 

I'm thinking his way would mean warfare to overthrow and replace the government every so often.  This view is not unheard of, but it IS terrifying.  It's a big-picture view that may look nice when you're cozy and safe on the outside of the conflict, but in practice it leads to a whole lot of war, to shattered lives and shattered families and lots of corpses.  Solas seems to be okay with carnage on a grand scale in warfare, but not on an individual basis with people he knows about.  So it would make sense if he advocated this viewpoint, and it would also make sense for him to do so as the elven god of rebellion--peace and justice can only last for so long, in his opinion, before it ends and another revolution must occur to prevent corruption.

 

Kind of a pessimistic way to view things, to think there's no solution other than another war and another uprising.  But, it does seem to me to fit what Solas might be wanting.

 

Edited to add:  It's also a really weird point of view when you consider he doesn't like for people to suffer, and he wanted to end the perpetual warfare of his people... but I can't help but think about his solution to the noble problem that he was bantering to Sera about...

[nightwolf667]

OH GOD, this was my reaction, too.
 

 

Ha! It's a great song.

 

But he can't truly be an Anarchist as he has nothing negative to say about the Inquisitor seizing power across the whole of Thedas.  He's only concerned when she/he is too aggressive towards their charges.  He doesn't want Democracy either.  Since he made that comment that sharing power would never work.  So what does he want?  A monarchy where the monarch is a "good" person who holds the reigns of the entire kingdom?

 

That can't be right.

I was listening to some banter with Solas and Bull and it got me thinking.  He's not wrong to criticize the Imperium and the Qun, but he never offers a solution.  He only criticizes.  So does he have a solution?  Does he just want everyone to be free?  That doesn't work though.  There has to be some government.  Anarchy is an interesting idea, but it has no practical application. 

 

Put him in a party with Vivienne or just listen to their banter. She calls him out on exactly this. I love their mutual burns.

 

I think he's got a plan, but I do think he has difficulty with expressing concrete solutions.

[BubbleDncr]

Ha! It's a great song.

 

 

Put him in a party with Vivienne or just listen to their banter. She calls him out on exactly this. I love their mutual burns.

 

I think he's got a plan, but I do think he has difficulty with expressing concrete solutions.

 

I don't actually know if he has a plan. That's kind of what got him into this mess, isn't it? 

 

He saw a problem with how the world was, and "fixed it." But didn't really have a plan for what happened next, other than going to sleep and seeing what happened when he woke up?

 

Now he just sees that things are "worse," so he's trying to undo his last mistake. But chances are, he still doesn't have a plan for what happens when he succeeds. He's just gonna see what happens and (probably) leave it as a mess for someone else (future protagonist) to clean up. 

[Cheerios789]

This.  But also Sera points out that if she does take over, it'll just be her people on top doing the same bullcrap that the people who were on top before did.  And Solas concedes that Sera has a point there.

 

I'm not sure he really does have a solution.  He knows there's a problem but he can't figure out how to solve it, other than I suppose completely changing government from time to time before it becomes corrupt.  He is very insistent--he says it more than once--that organizations cannot avoid corruption, even if individuals can.

 

I'm thinking his way would mean warfare to overthrow and replace the government every so often.  This view is not unheard of, but it IS terrifying.  It's a big-picture view that may look nice when you're cozy and safe on the outside of the conflict, but in practice it leads to a whole lot of war, to shattered lives and shattered families and lots of corpses.  Solas seems to be okay with carnage on a grand scale in warfare, but not on an individual basis with people he knows about.  So it would make sense if he advocated this viewpoint, and it would also make sense for him to do so as the elven god of rebellion--peace and justice can only last for so long, in his opinion, before it ends and another revolution must occur to prevent corruption.

 

Kind of a pessimistic way to view things, to think there's no solution other than another war and another uprising.  But, it does seem to me to fit what Solas might be wanting.

 

Edited to add:  It's also a really weird point of view when you consider he doesn't like for people to suffer, and he wanted to end the perpetual warfare of his people... but I can't help but think about his solution to the noble problem that he was bantering to Sera about...

 

Omg you just reminded of one of my first thoughts as I was playing the game.

 

So it was right after the break-up and I was wandering around Skyhold kicking walls and being angry.  You know ... as we do.  I was trying to figure out Solas and it occured to me that he might be a spirit (then after I met Flemeth I wanted to march back up to him and demand if he was Fen'harel.  Does it bother anyone else that we can't tell him about Flemeth?  I imagine Lavellan marching up and snidely commenting that he was wrong, because she just met an elvhen god.). 

 

Anyways, I digress, what if Solas is a catalyst for change?  Like he wakes up every so often and shakes up the status quo.  Maybe he did it back with Andraste too.  It would explain why he is so knowledgeable, but doesn't know everything.  Like he wasn't awake for hundreds of years.  The books he checks out are mostly recent history with a couple of esoteric elvhen titles. 

 

I dunno I'm rambling I'll stop.

[Eivuwan]

@ Brass Buckle

 

I like the idea of Lavellan drinking from the well because it would lead to a more interesting story. That's all. Otherwise, we don't really know the extent to which the well can control you.

[Brass_Buckles]

I don't actually know if he has a plan. That's kind of what got him into this mess, isn't it? 

 

He saw a problem with how the world was, and "fixed it." But didn't really have a plan for what happened next, other than going to sleep and seeing what happened when he woke up?

 

Now he just sees that things are "worse," so he's trying to undo his last mistake. But chances are, he still doesn't have a plan for what happens when he succeeds. He's just gonna see what happens and (probably) leave it as a mess for someone else (future protagonist) to clean up. 

 

You may be right.  But he's also a pessimist in certain regards.  He doesn't think any government or organization can escape corruption forever, no matter how vigilant.  Considering he lives on Thedas, he might be right---Thedas is where Everything Goes Wrong.  It's not a whole lot easier in the real world.

 

And yet, I can't help but think he's got SOMETHING in mind--he's spent all this time planning to get the orb back (he failed, but he planned it), and we know he's good with strategy (Wicked Grace, chess, banter with Sera).  The problem is, as others pointed out, he's willing to make tremendous sacrifices in order to succeed.

 

Has he not already sacrificed his love for Lavellan for whatever plan he has in mind?

 

The real question is not whether he plans, but whether he plans for the long term.  Perhaps he expects the other elven gods to do that for him?

[jellobell]

I was listening to some banter with Solas and Bull and it got me thinking.  He's not wrong to criticize the Imperium and the Qun, but he never offers a solution.  He only criticizes.  So does he have a solution?  Does he just want everyone to be free?  That doesn't work though.  There has to be some government.  Anarchy is an interesting idea, but it has no practical application. 

He's an academic! 

 

Nah, but really, Solas reminds me so much of my discipline sometimes. I'm an Anthropology student. It's absolutely fascinating, but when you try to talk about it to people who don't know all the jargon it's a bit of a rude awakening when they have no idea what you're talking about. And it makes so much sense! Well, to me. And to other people who've done all the supplemental reading. These ideas have such important real-world applications, too, but it's difficult to pitch them to people who aren't quite as idealistic as you are.

 

And one of the things that Anthropologists take very seriously is criticism; pulling apart established modes of thinking in order to expose the problems, because you can only find solutions once you know what's wrong. Perhaps he doesn't actually have a solution yet, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't point out when something isn't working.