Here lay the world in tatters and ruins, littered with the remains of once mighty armies and terrible cities. Brought to its knees by the Dread Wolf. The Dread Wolf who was all pride and no wisdom, all guilt and no atonement."
Inquisitor Lavellan saved the world, lost the world, then saved it again - loved and lost, loved and lost. Cruel joke upon cruel joke piled atop each other under the disguise of destiny and fate, until the curtains fell on him and Solas with their blades piercing the other's heart. It was a disgustingly poetic end.
And because his luck was rotten, he wakes at the moment before it all began.
A second chance or a second doom? Lavellan wasn't sure which he preferred.
β In the Face of Your Light by @noverturemusings
Tsaa, this is GORGEOUS INCREDIBLE work. The colours, the rendering, the mood, AGH! Iβm gonna eat it.
For a bit of further background because I need to gush a bit, Tsaa and I were talking and we both found out weβre Filipino so Tsaa used a classic impressionist Filipino art as reference. The work is called βTampuhanβ by Juan Luna. Tampuhan means sulking.
