#tresspasser

My first Solavellan art. Just gonna post fandom aka Solas/Dragon Age art on my Tumblr.

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You tell it all, your past laid bare, From god to mortal rift to tear. The truth bites like a wolf. The Anchor flashes. You took her hand but left your heart. Did you truly think you could live apart? A lonesome wolf, he cries out, "Bellanaris?"

What have we done 🫠🫠

SO we have Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan being released and that is the game?????

They'd be the only two left after all the other ones died through blights.

The above image is from the 2020 teaser and this is quite literally what happens in the gameplay reveal. Dreadwolf in the golden city (probably) tearing the veil accidentally and releasing the two God's Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan into the world. They hinted this so long back!

If the veil is the mirror of the real world then Solas was standing in the Golden city, which is where the black city is where the Evanuris were sealed away.

It took every ounce of strength in her to stumble out of the eluvian, gripping her arm so tight as if it would dull the pain. She cried, her companions running at her, Blackwall scooping her up into his arms. 

She screamed and cried, arm held out as slowly it withered away. Magic taking it piece by agonizing piece into the abyss. She could register Blackwall holding her, his armor digging into her back, hear Cullen cursing and screaming at Dorian while the mage retorted just as angrily that he was doing the best he could but this magic was beyond his knowledge. All he could do was lessen the pain. 

But this pain ran deeper than wounds. 

She thought she knew pain. Knew hurt and betrayal. Thought Blackwall’s revelations would be the hardest thing she’d ever have to feel. But no. Somehow this was worse. She trusted him. Believed him. Treated him like her brother. They’d been through so much and learned so much but it was all a game to him.

He’d done this to her. Caused all her pain and misery and left her with one more heartache. A warrior without an arm. She was nothing now but tears streaming down a broken face.

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I thought about not sharing this as it was just an excuse to practice lighting using a random color palette I found on google, but idk there's something about it that tickles my noggin'.