The Dread Husband Rises

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Maybe it's an ancient Arlathan, maybe in fade he grew his hair. But now I am in a period of infatuation with Solas with long hair.

Duality

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IGN First art by Julia Rago

Just something sweet

and doodles of Solas and my Lavellan... I forgot to post them here

Floating 🛁🫧

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Pretty proud about it, honestly.

It dismantles the idea that their romance depends entirely on Lavellan's pursuit. Yes, Lavellan initiates much of the physical closeness, but the emotional initiations belong to him. Again and again, his dialogue reveals him as the one who raises the stakes, who admits the depth of feeling. He is the first one to say 'I love you', to go all in on his first flirt lines, to admit how he is drawn away from the Fade, a desire to live in the physical world with Lavellan. Bringing up the kiss after agreeing to stay friends shows just how deeply it affected him, how deeply Lavellan affects him - that intimacy with Lavellan is not something he can file away, not something he can forget, no matter how much he tells himself he should.

Weather has been giving "bitchy mages in The Hissing Wastes" lately.

(Iron Bull died, like, 10 times, Solas was busy ressurecting his ass, by the time the dragon had half of her healthbar, the whole team was dead. Except for my dear Blackwall, who then proceeded to club the dragon to death all by himself)