𝚁𝚒𝚘𝚝𝙷𝚊𝚐

With their nuptials rapidly approaching, Ellana and Solas reunite with friends for pre-wedding celebrations and Dalish courtship traditions. On their way home, a detour to the Frostbacks and a sudden winter storm find them stuck in the mountains for longer than they expected — long enough to explore the mystery of a missing colleague.

Part of the Overgrown series.

Solas x Lavellan || Modern AU || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

Evanuris Week

Day Seven: June

Solas/Dread Wolf from Dragon Age Origins

(Please do not take, save, use for AI training or repost- Thank you! Reblogs are fine ♥ )

DA:I characters but as gifs I have saved on my phone: Solas (again!)

Another recently finished piece depicting my Inquisitor, Eira, and Solas. There’s never really been a love story that entranced me so much as Solavellan did. The tragic beauty of their story, the classic theme of the doomed lovers really makes it seem such a grand and heart wrenching tale.

please never stop drawing the traitorous egg man

signed

Thanks to @elfyroot for the nudge.

I have been dinking around with the last two chapters of A Sinking Star which I think are actually how I want them now, but I also have a little bit of a Kitty's Collar inspired thing I've been working on, in honor of my favorite item in Inquisition.

Kitty sat before the Wolf, six eyed and massive in the Fade. Kitty was unimpressed and licked a paw. It was a cat, it feared nothing.

“Protection,” said the Wolf warningly. “Do not attempt to hinder me from aiding her.”

“I prefer Kitty,” it said, washing behind its ear. “And the Fade in its hand feels of your magic, Wolf.”

“It was not my intent,” said the Wolf defensively.

Kitty stretched out a leg and licked it with a rough tongue.

“And yet it hurts Lavellan, at times,” Kitty said. “Tell me, Wolf, who is better equipped to protect the Lavellan now. You are weak.”

The Wolf growled.

“She will need both of our aid, Kitty,” he said. “I do not think you have regained your strength fully either. We both care for her. She… she is my heart.”

And that was another matter entirely. If the Lavellan was his heart, then the Wolf was Lavellan’s to protect also, and that meant that the Wolf belonged to Lavellan. The Wolf was under Kitty’s Protection too, then. That was fine.

It rubbed its chin along the Wolf’s nose. There. Theirs.

“You are the Lavellan’s,” Kitty declared.

The Wolf let out a small confused whine and cocked his head.

“I… yes?” he said.

“Yes,” proclaimed Kitty and walked away with tail held high and triumphant.

ty for the tag @queenaeducan ; ) This is the last little bit written from Ch. 3 of 'negotiating alliances' which I posted a couple days ago! Trosky Divorce Era Hans POV

Who would ever love him enough to allow that kind of closeness and companionship in return?? He wipes his cheeks, at once relieved and filled with a laughingly wholesome hope, but also a clawing disappointment in his actions. He gazes over his small camp, expecting to see the wagging tail of the closest reminder to Henry he has left, to find it empty. Mutt is gone.