The Road Less Traveled

This has now become a staple phrase in my repertoire. Upon parting, I sagely speak:

"Ar ghilas vir banal."

Where am I going?

To work. The store. To take a shower. To sleep. To get coffee. On a date.

It applies to every situation.

Presses a hand to his side and feels it warm and wet. It could be from a sword, a claw, anything. But Solas doesn’t really react. Heals himself a bit but his depleted strength doesn’t erase it as neatly as he’d have liked. It’s old habit and he just. Doesn’t think about it.

Limps his way back to camp with the others and sits down against a tree. Exhausted. Feels that warmth spreading down his leg again and realizes the magic didn’t hold. Curses under his breath.

He tries to be discrete about it but getting those spindly legs to cooperate like this proves extremely aggravating and nearly impossible.

“Vhenan?”

He looks up into a worried, pale face. Watches tears spring into her eyes. And as the wave of affectionate fussing descends over him, perhaps Solas just sits back and relaxes a moment. Lets trembling hands caress his face. Lets soft kisses press to his brow. When she’s through healing him either with her own magic or has temporarily bandaged him up for healers to tend to later, Solas drops his head to her shoulder and allows himself rest unlike anything else he’s ever experienced.

To be held so protectively. To not only hear how much she loves him but to feel it.

“I’m alright, Vhenan… I thank you.”

“Do you promise? Why stay silent?”

“I thought I could… ah. My… overconfidence.”

“… Do you want me to leave you now?”

“… Could we stay like this longer?… please?”

I never thought I'd be attracted to a bald man but here we are

What if, upon Mythal’s passing, every time Solas looks in the mirror, all he sees is Mythal’s likeness and it haunts him deeply.

woke up after uthenera, couldn't immediately access the fade without effort, had a nervous breakdown and shaved his head. who among us hasn't had an Emotional Haircut.

he does have a bit of the facial structure of a silmarillion elf, and might blow his cover as a Nondescript Elven Apostate™ if he also had the long flowing hair of a silmarillion elf.

easier to maintain and keep clean while doing his hobo lifestyle of wandering around alone in thedas.

he's worried about any surviving murals/statues of him with hair still existing, because that would be awkward if someone sees one and goes "wow, this 5000 year old artifact looks exactly like you! how funny :)"

mourning/penance ritual in elven culture. possibly even bc he feels bad about felassan but cannot otherwise acknowledge the implications. since that would imply that a) it was unnecessary to do that and b) if felassan was right, that means they ran a whole insurgency together, he survived the fall of arlathan and however long in a hostile thedas afterwards, and then fell to his oldest friend's hand for no reason. this would also make sense with zathrian's baldness.

The beast