#seth lavellan

“She freezes, but Solas keeps moving, and she has to move with him so she doesn’t stumble. Her feet are bare, the only familiar thing other than Solas’ presence besides her. Except he is not familiar at all, no hint of the humble apostate. She is out of place, plain and small. [...]

Here is another person to talk to, another introduction made. They look at her briefly, but with no challenge. They are there to talk to Fen’Harel.

That is what they call him, again and again. Her mind screams. Unreal. Unreal. Unreal. [...]”

That drawing was largely inspired by “Temporal Arrangements”’ first chapter by thevikingwoman ahaha

Hey, hey, hey, lover

You don't have to be a star

Hey, hey, hey, lover