everything about solavellan makes me gag. the implied conversations ("haven is familiar. it will always be important to you" "we talked about that already"). the casual touches that imply a comfort and familiarity that only so many other casual touches could build (the hand on the small of the inquisitor's back at the winter palace, the hand holding in crestwood). solas' slightly gleeful tone when he retorts at sera for teasing them about their relationship ("only one of us is looking sad and foolish, sera"). the hints of how obvious their relationship is by their companions ("i've seen the way you look at him" / "have certain lingering looks passed between you and our solas?"). solas tongue-kissing inky and getting embarrassed about it when teased ("i did no such thing!"). the! implied! sex! slash sleeping together, joking about getting each other into bed, the "i would not lie with you under false pretences" of it all. the respect and tenderness they continue to address each other with even after crestwood. even after ten years apart. the yearning in their kisses. the yearning in his veilguard letter. the eagerness from both sides to understand, the curiosity about what sort of person their counterpart is to make them feel the way that they do β to make them feel that everything changed. put me out of my misery pleaaase pleeeeaaaaseeeee
