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She shouts. Then she laughs. And she sways. Shaken by the impotence of her anger. Tears of fire fall from her eyes. Streams of smoke leak from her shoulders in steady plumes. “You cruel child,” she spits. “Why would you doubt me? After everything—” Her arms flail, hair spiraling in widening arcs. “My judgment is law!” The smoke rises behind her, thickening to black. “I am the judge, barrister, and executioner!” The blackness bursts, snapping open like wings. “I—AM—JUSTICE!” Her cry sweeps through the hall like a blazing wind. Solas stands against it, his cloak violently flapping behind him. He’s looking at her, waiting. No hatred, no fury. Her dark wings are vast and terrible, blotting out any and all traces of light, and between them, she seems so small. The cloak slowly floats back to brush against his hands. The air stands still. He sways forward, bending at the waist in a reverent bow. “Vengeance,” he corrects her, and sits down.

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Characters: Solas, Female Lavellan, Mythal, Elgar'nan, Falon'Din, Dirthamen, Sylaise, June, Ghilan'nain, Original Elvhen Characters

Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas, Mythal & Solas

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Elvhenan, AU, Enemies to Lovers, Role Reversal, Mistaken Identity, Secrets and Lies, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Dramedy, Humor, Teasing&Arguing, Snark, Denial of Feelings, Emotional Turmoil, Guilty Conscience, Spirits/Demons, The Gods scheme and plot, not to worry - the Dread Wolf is a schemer too, Ghilan'nain is unhinged, otherwise Canon Divergence - Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Series Summary:

Former Inquisitor Ainnisa Lavellan travels to a time when Solas is revered as the High’Protector of the People, and rules alongside divine beings of immense power who dare call themselves gods. She, of course, plans to kill them.

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Clad in black, purple, and gold, Solas stands tall with hands clasped behind his back in all his statuesque pride and glory. He seems different somehow. The dominant line of his jaw seems sharper, his nose bolder, brow wiser, and that divine shimmer on his skin makes his bright face appear as if chiseled from white marble with quartz dust strewn inside. Handsome, one might say. “Grief suits you.” “I beg your pardon?” “It’s a compliment, Solas, it means you look well.” “Ah! Am…” His irises dart left and right as if searching through a master list of ripostes, tactics, and calculated reactions that should’ve covered everything, but somehow, accepting a simple compliment is missing.

Ao3 links: Episode 07: The SILENCE