#hellspiral

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Solas/Original Character(s), Solas/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Solas, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Human Character(s), Female Warrior Trevelyan, Iron Bull, Cassandra Pentaghast, Cullen Rutherford, Leliana (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras, Cole (Dragon Age), Josephine Montilyet, Sera (Dragon Age), Blackwall | Thom Rainier, Gordon Blackwall, Dorian Pavus, Minaeve, Adan (Dragon Age), Corypheus Additional Tags: Modern Girl in Thedas, The Fade, Fade Romance, Headcanon, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Feels Summary:

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” ― Edgar Allan Poe

Emma Carpenter was just your average woman. She was married, worked at a bookstore, and was close to graduating as a Lit major. Until she came upon a strange light on her morning jog.

Now Emma finds herself thrown into Thedas. A world in the midst of chaos, where magic exists and the line between dreaming and reality is blurred.

Fate has her meeting a woman named Ivy who the people of Thedas call the Herald. Through Ivy, she is pulled into a group called The Inquisition. Despite herself she finds she starts to become attached to the people there, most strongly to an elf mage with secrets of his own.

Yet there no world in which he can regret that first kiss.

Each time he retreats. Reminds himself of the consequences, and tells her it would be unwise. He guards his heart, and remembers all that stands to be lost. He wanders the ways, searching for Wisdom, yet each time she is gone. Each time she is bound. Each time he thinks: I will go.

But his feet know the way back to Skyhold, and there is no world in which she does not meet him at the gate. He wraps what they have in friendship, and pulls away once more. Still. Something always draws him to her balcony, and maybe it’s that he means to say goodbye, yet there is no world in which the smallness of her voice can diminish the command:

Don’t go.

It would be kinder in the long run, he knows it. But it’s because he knows it that he can’t help think, this time will be different. So he stays. He remembers the steps of their first dance in Halamshiral, and revels in the heat of those early days. He knows Sera’s jokes by heart, but he lets her make them just the same.

Drop ‘em and rebuild the empire.

He smiles because it’s truer than she’ll ever know. There is no world in which Lavellan is not his vhenan, no world in which she refuses to join him in Crestwood. Sometimes he takes her hand in the cave, and sometimes he waits for her instead.

She always listens when he tells her the truth about the Dalish, and sometimes she even lets him cast the spell. In that fragile moment she is so beautiful, and he remembers everything that happened before and knows there is but one chance to ensure they never happen again.

There is no world in which he can spare the pain of their parting.

Because once, the very first time, he didn’t. He told her, and she stayed. She stayed with him until the end, brought the veil down at his side, and slayed a thousand foes. She cast the spell, fired the arrow, swung the sword that brought Andruil down, and it should have been their victory.

But while Fen’Harel trained his might on Falon’Din, Dirthamen slipped through the shadows.

It was a future darker than any Redcliffe, soaked in agony and blood, because the Evanuris were too smart to kill her. Far too self righteous for anything so quick. They kept her, collared her, and it was a long, cold, century before he broke down their defense.

Found her in a prison of his own making.

Not broken, but changed, and he thought her suffering more terrible than the creation of the veil, and what he wouldn’t do to wash her blood from his hands.

GUUURRRLLLL! She's so cute >:(

being a nerd and browsing around on twitter, I saw this.

Ughhhhh, I know "sorry, spoiler” is just a broiler plate reply that covers every base, but now I can’t stop thinking that this is why Solas couldn’t linger a moment longer than necessary after the final battle, why he couldn’t even indulge in one last kiss, or a rendezvous on the balcony.

Every second he’s with Lavellan, he stands a chance to quicken. Now, giving up immortality for true love sounds like a pretty good trade off, but what if it’s the magic of his very life force that’s holding the gods in their prison?

That would explain why he sees completing his mission and being with Lavellan as mutually exclusive. I thought it was an Anders issue, that he didn’t want to risk the possibility that she’d join him and condemn herself to his fate, but it isn’t that at all. She’d condemn him to hers.

If he gives in to love, his days are numbered and with his death the gods would return to wreak havoc upon the world.

That’s why he can’t, however badly he wants to, be the one to pay the price for his own mistakes, why The People need him specifically, why Mythal can’t do it for him, and why she’s “sorry as well:” with her death, Solas will be truly and eternally alone.

Wishful thinking pt.1

Lavellan is having nightmares and Solas obliges to tell a soothing story.

Part 2 (NSFW warning)

Damn fluff is pouring out of my mind right now, so have a share!

Includes captions for people who are interested in cheesy conversation!