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[Renmiri1]

So.

I may or may not have created a tumblr. Does anyone know of any good Solas/Dragon Age blogs to follow? 

My obsession is bleeding out of the forums and into the rest of the internet...

mine (points to sig)

[BubbleDncr]

So been playing my second playthrough, with my devout Andrastian. I just recruited the Templars and turned away Cole. I went to go talk to Solas - asked him to tell me about himself. He more or less said,

 

"So your new Templar friends can come arrest me when this is done? I think not"

 

And that was that. 

 

I was like, "Well **** you too!" 

 

I didn't think I could do another playthrough and not be completely depressed about him, but having him hate my guts...it's a completely new side of him! Very entertaining lol. 

[Aviena]

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It's been two weeks for me, but I'm fairly sure it's an ambient conversation. Maybe try waiting and listening? Here's the unromanced version:

 

Is there a *different* version if you romance him? I just loaded up my game and checked it out, and it seems the same. I'm now a bit confused about some of the discussions that went on in this thread recently about the past tense in "much less someone that I once cared for".

 

He's talking about *Cole*, yes, not Lavellan? "You reach out in compassion"?

[CardinalSin90]

I was the same way at the end haha. I kept thinking "Did I do this? Did I mess up the romance somehow?"
I actually got concerned at the post-battle party. I was like... no sign of him, where did I go wrong???
And then the post-credits scene happened.
and i just.
solas.
solas no.
you little jerk.

...

bby come back.

Man that made me laugh..

[Renmiri1]

red Lyrium Solas dies for Quizzy

[Renmiri1]

Is there a *different* version if you romance him? I just loaded up my game and checked it out, and it seems the same. I'm now a bit confused about some of the discussions that went on in this thread recently about the past tense in "much less someone that I once cared for".

 

He's talking about *Cole*, yes, not Lavellan? "You reach out in compassion"?

Ofc about Cole!

 

Also, you got to  remember that Solas is immortal. Everyone he meets will eventually not be a part of his life, so he must be used to say things like that because everyone he meets will die and leave him. Even a human Cole.

[BubbleDncr]

Is there a *different* version if you romance him? I just loaded up my game and checked it out, and it seems the same. I'm now a bit confused about some of the discussions that went on in this thread recently about the past tense in "much less someone that I once cared for".

 

He's talking about *Cole*, yes, not Lavellan? "You reach out in compassion"?

 

Yea, my interpretation was it was Solas and Cole talking about Cole. You just happen to overhear it. 

[vertigomez]

So...that challenge I said I'd take on?  Halamshiral smut?
 
https://www.fanficti...1184/1/Huntress
 
*runs out of thread*

Blessed are they who stand before
The cliffhangers and the canon and do not falter.
Blessed are the fic writers, the champions of the smut.

[Nyaore]

Is there a *different* version if you romance him? I just loaded up my game and checked it out, and it seems the same. I'm now a bit confused about some of the discussions that went on in this thread recently about the past tense in "much less someone that I once cared for".

 

He's talking about *Cole*, yes, not Lavellan? "You reach out in compassion"?

At least I somewhat remember one? It's been awhile. ^^; Chances are I'm not remembering it right.

[Brass_Buckles]

Part two of my sad fic, still sad but less sad.  No Solas... yet.  Don't expect it to be fantastic.  I'm rusty, and it seems I'm having a hard time doing dialogue and scene setting in equal parts.  My writing, it hurts.

 

Edited to add:  I do not have a fancy account for fanfic someplace.  Also, still no smut.  Do not expect smut from me.  Seriously, I don't do smut.

 

Also my elven is rusty and I probably misused phrases.  (I'm a horrible fan, I know)

 

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Arlathvhen.

 

The Dalish gathered once every ten years. She should have felt at home among them. They were her people; their culture was her culture. Here deep in the forest, surrounded by colorful aravels and colorful people with vallaslin-marked faces, she felt more alone even than that last night at Skyhold. Murmurs bubbled from the crowd about her mark, about the Inquisition, about her lack of vallaslin. People she was related to and people she had simply known avoided speaking to her.

 

Worst of all were the accusing glares from some of the less charitable among them. She had been responsible for the orders that resulted in the death of every last member of Clan Lavellan, down to the smallest child. She should not even have dreamed of forgiveness for that, even though it had been an honest mistake.

 

As dusk began to fall on the first day, she wondered why she had even come.

 

“Andaren atishan, Uth'shiral. It has been too long,” a once-familiar voice, soft and lilting, greeted as its speaker approached her from behind a large aravel marked with halla carvings. “Do you remember me? Morisel?”

 

Morisel, with his tawny skin and his long face and his thoughtful amber eyes... Yes, Uth'shiral remembered him quite well—as an attractive young man she had once met very briefly and asked after often, in simpler days. Now, he was still handsome, but more weathered, more scarred, and beneath his eyes were shadows as dark as bruises. Perhaps they were bruises. “Morisel... I remember last Arlathvhen our Keepers were trying to pair us together, for the good of both clans. I remember thinking I liked the idea, at the time.” Her lips curled upward into a smile despite herself, but when their eyes met, his held as much sorrow as she knew hers did. “If this is about that... Much has happened, Morisel. I'd bring no benefit to Clan Inarel, just another spare mage.”

 

“Much has happened, indeed, lethallan,” Morisel agreed. “Our clan has fallen on hard times, as well. You might be of more use than you think, if you cared to come with us, but that isn't why I've sought you out.” He gestured to Uth'shiral to follow him to a small campfire nearby, and sat there quietly, staring into the flames for a long while, even after she sat beside him.

 

“You say you've had hard times?” Uth'shiral prompted.

 

“Not your doing,” Morisel said brusquely. “We lost half our clan to shemlen. They were angry at us. They're always angry at us. The Keeper had sent some of our hunters out raiding; it was a bad plan. I told him it was a bad plan. If Inarel were more like Lavellan... if your clan...” He shook his head, and she could see the redness of his eyes now, and the brightness of tears that he refused to let fall. “The Keeper is gone, and the First. That makes me Keeper now, and I'm not ready. I never thought... I never took it seriously, lethallan. Dread wolf take the shems!”

 

“Don't be that way, lethallin,” Uth'shiral replied, reaching to touch his arm briefly. “We elves... we are no better. I... have learned much, and could tell you much. I'll leave it for another time,” she offered, but in her heart she wasn't sure she would ever share the stories.

 

“It isn't why I wanted to find you, anyway. I watched you lurking like a starving wolf watching the halla. You're lonely tonight. As am I. My loneliness will heal, with time. Yours...” His amber eyes gleamed golden in the firelight as he scrutinized her face, the scar where a human had once nearly removed her eye. “If you want to be with the Dalish, you should look the part of one of us, and not a child or a flat-ear,” he said bluntly. “How you even lost the marks, I almost fear to ask.”

 

“That's as well, because I won't answer,” she countered, her voice sharpening momentarily. Then she slumped. “You're right, of course. It was an... ill-considered decision.” She bit her lower lip, giving physical presence to her emotional pain. “Do you think the others will welcome me again, if I let you redo my vallaslin?”

 

“I don't know if you will ever truly be welcome again by some, but you will always be Dalish. That alone might be enough for most. You... you're a hero to many, despite the mistake with Clan Lavellan. You've done so much...” Morisel trailed off. “I doubt you want to hear that. Ir abelas, lethallan. I only remind you of your distance. You want to be among the people, not a legend set apart from them.” He smiled sadly at her. “So, the vallaslin... I can do it now, if you like. The supplies are available, and the tools.”

 

Abelas... it made her think of that sad, lonely Sentinel elf, losing everything he had ever known and clinging to the ruined remnants. Morisel's sorrow was nothing compared to that, or to the deeper sorrow she thought rested within Solas. She didn't want to be like Abelas or Solas, alone and sad because of... because of what? Because she chose to be? Did they choose to be? But Abelas and the other Sentinel Elves were on a different level from the Dalish entirely; Abelas could barely conceive of the idea of kinship with Uth'shiral and her Dalish compatriots. “I'll take the vallaslin again,” she responded, after a long pause. “It's part of who we are,” she added, attempting to convince herself. Never again shall we submit. Could she be free among the Dalish without it?

 

“Yes... yet you say that as if you doubt.” Morisel smiled in reassurance, but to her his face only looked tired and sad. Once he had been so vibrant, self-assured... “You remember the ritual, correct? I need your silence when we begin. It was Dirthamen, wasn't it?” He stood for long enough to retrieve his tools and his inks, reminding her of old and almost-forgotten pain. Getting vallaslin the first time hadn't been fun, and she'd been prepared for the pain then.

 

“It was,” she agreed. “But I've learned much. I'm no longer sure if the god of secrets suits. Perhaps Falon'din.” She hesitated for a moment. “And yet, have I not fooled them all? They thought they had a hero. They wanted to believe I was their prophet, their divine figure. I wasn't any of it. I tried to tell them so. I've changed the entire world, and I don't know if it's for the better. Maybe... Do you know the marks for Fen'harel? Does he have marks?”

 

“The Dread Wolf?” Morisel laughed until he realized that her expression held no humor. Then he scoffed. “Who would want to mark themselves with that? You'd be naming yourself a trai—Oh. Oh. Did you do it on purpose...? You can't have...”

 

“No, I didn't. It was a mistake. A terrible one.” She rested her unmarked palm on her forehead. “Everywhere I've gone since the Conclave and the Inquisition, I've seen the wolf of Fen'Harel. It has given me the feeling that somewhere, he watches me, never turning his gaze, but dancing around my life and laughing as every part of it goes awry. If I didn't know better, I'd say Fen'harel was responsible for this magical mark I wear.” She raised head again, staring at the green glow of her mark. “If Fen'harel is going to pay such close attention to me, then fine—I will make him happy, and then one day I will outsmart him, and it will be me laughing, victorious at last, and Fen'harel won't know what to think of me anymore.” She sighed and dropped both her palms to the ground beside her.

 

“When you explain it like that, lethallan, I can respect the idea,” Morisel murmured, kneeling beside of the runaway Inquisitor. “Maybe we should all wear vallaslin for Fen'Harel. If we'd been smarter, or better at flattery, maybe he'd have cared about the elvhenan enough not to lock the other Creators away. I never learned of any vallaslin for Fen'harel, though. Not with Clan Inarel. Did Lavallan know of any such marks?”

 

Uth'shiral considered the question, then shook her head. “None. I suppose I could keep Dirthamin, or pledge myself to Falon'din.”

 

“I can't say I recommend Fen'Harel, but your reasoning was sound. I could come up with something appropriate,” Morisel offered, half-smiling now. “I don't know if you'll like the results, but... Are you ready?” His hands brushed her temples, turning her face this way and that. “It's the first time I've done vallaslin. If I'm going to practice on an elf, might as well be you, right? You can always just go back to the Inquisition if I mess it up.”

 

“No... I don't think I can,” Uth'shiral answered. She didn't bother explaining. “I am ready, Keeper Morisel. I am ready to rejoin the People and to brave the wrath or the laughter of Fen'harel.”

 

Silence fell, and from the corners of her eyes Uth'shiral could see people gathering to watch, as if vallaslin had suddenly become a spectacle. Of course, no one else had ever lost theirs before, or willingly had it removed. No one else was the Inquisitor, either. She closed her eyes, ignoring the pain of the needle as it pricked and poked.

 

Morisel cried out in alarm suddenly, and Uth'shiral's eyes flew open with a start. “HOW?” he demanded. “What did you DO?”

 

“You can't be finished already!” she shouted back. “What do you mean what did I do? I was sitting in silence!”

 

“No, look, your marks--” Morisel hastily snatched the small mirror used to show young elves their new adult faces, with fresh vallaslin. Even as she watched, the marks only just placed onto her forehead faded, leaving only red, raw scratches. It was as if Morisel had never used the blood and ink.

 

“You forgot the ink?” she asked, but she knew that wasn't it. She'd seen the ink; it vanished. “Perhaps got the formula wrong?”

 

“No, I... Keeper Emalla, do you have your inks with you?” Morisel asked, sounding almost as alarmed as Uth'shiral had begun to feel.

 

Her heart was pounding in her chest; panic and fear welled up within her. This was not normal, but maybe the ink had been wrong. Or maybe Morisel hadn't done it right. There was some magic involved; that's why a Keeper had to do it. Why she might have to do the task, if she rejoined the Dalish. This had nothing to do with what she'd agreed to with Solas. It couldn't.

 

If she rejoined the Dalish. When had it become a question instead of a certainty?

[SamanthaJ]

Blessed are they who stand before
The cliffhangers and the canon and do not falter.
Blessed are the fic writers, the champions of the smut.

Chant of Write

 

Canticle of Friendfictions, 4:10

[CardinalSin90]

Take That - Rule The World:

For a happier Solas-Lavellan reunion!

[Brass_Buckles]

Is there a *different* version if you romance him? I just loaded up my game and checked it out, and it seems the same. I'm now a bit confused about some of the discussions that went on in this thread recently about the past tense in "much less someone that I once cared for".

 

He's talking about *Cole*, yes, not Lavellan? "You reach out in compassion"?

 

Pretty sure for the romance, he'll say "Someone I deeply cared for," instead of "once cared for."  So it seems he may be talking about the Inquisitor in that part.  I only know this, because apparently the dialogue is meant to fire when you approach Cole, rather than when you speak to him.  I couldn't click on him so I reloaded the save next to him, and then he was immediately talking.

 

Could have misheard the "deeply cared about" part though.

[_Lucinia]

Oooooo, more songs! *gathers them up*

 

I don't know, the more I listen to this song I feel like it sort of sounds like it switches between Solas' and Lavellan's point of view:

Oh gawd I love the music in Bastion so much.

[CardinalSin90]

Pretty sure for the romance, he'll say "Someone I deeply cared for," instead of "once cared for." So it seems he may be talking about the Inquisitor in that part. I only know this, because apparently the dialogue is meant to fire when you approach Cole, rather than when you speak to him. I couldn't click on him so I reloaded the save next to him, and then he was immediately talking.

Could have misheard the "deeply cared about" part though.

Dunno it was pretty much the same dialogue for romanced Lavellan. Maybe he was referring to cole after all they were pretty tight. For cole..solas and lavellan are like rhys & evangeline

[InkQuest]

red Lyrium Solas dies for Quizzy

Spoiler

 

Oh man, seeing him like this broke my heart

 

As for the Cole post game dialogue, I was under the impression Solas was talking to Cole through him. It made me a little upset, too, because that sounded closer to a goodbye than what my Lavellan got...

[Aviena]

Oh man, seeing him like this broke my heart

 

As for the Cole post game dialogue, I was under the impression Solas was talking to Cole through him. It made me a little upset, too, because that sounded closer to a goodbye than what my Lavellan got...

 

You said it GODDAMNIT SOLAS

[Hornless Qunari/Human DPS]

You know Viv Says about Solas - I don't know what to make of Solas, So Much Knowledge and so little personal history.. I find that.. peculiar. Don't you. Viv probably knows Solas is hiding something.

[Hedinve]

I patched. I'm bored, game wants to authenticate and can't.

 

So... Have a Solas screenie?

Spoiler

 

[Chanda]

Ha, I also blasted through to the ending after Solas broke up with Quizzy.
Is this a common thing? XD

Wait... At what point does this break up happen? I thought it happened only after the temple of Mythal? Where Solas can remove the vallaslin, I mean.

[TheComfyCat]

Wait... At what point does this break up happen? I thought it happened only after the temple of Mythal? Where Solas can remove the vallaslin, I mean.

 

Yes, it happens after the Temple of Mythal. It seems a lot of us jumped straight into the final battle after that quest, because we didn't have the heart to keep exploring/ questing.

[Cheerios789]

I patched. I'm bored, game wants to authenticate and can't.

 

So... Have a Solas screenie?

Spoiler

 

 

We've all talked about how bad Solas looks in screencaps and how he shines in motion, but damn this is a good screencap.  I can almost feel his longing and interest. 

 

*whispers* Calm yourself, Liz, he is a collection of pixels.

[Blackout62]

You know Viv Says about Solas - I don't know what to make of Solas, So Much Knowledge and so little personal history.. I find that.. peculiar. Don't you. Viv probably knows Solas is hiding something.

 

Oh Viv has an alarmingly good hidden backstory sense. She does the same thing to Sera and Blackwall.

[Nyaore]

Yes, it happens after the Temple of Mythal. It seems a lot of us jumped straight into the final battle after that quest, because we didn't have the heart to keep exploring/ questing.

Which is why I'm waiting a few months before starting my next Solas run through. I want it to be a completionist run and don't want to rush to the end because of broken feels all over the carpet. ;w;

[Felya87]

Late at the party...but I must say it. My Darel found taking away the vallaslin a liberation. Not only for their meaning (WTF?! Dalish are always bla bla never surrender bla bla never submit bla bla and have kept as a tradition slave markings? Seriously?) But because she never cared for the Dalish traditions. Always headcanon she was from the city, only rased by the Dalish