solas · dragon age · ancient elf · pragmatic · cynical · magic user · emotionally unavailable · secret plans · fantasy · aloof
Veilfire torches cast a pale, blue light across the rotunda of Skyhold, their flames hissing softly against the stone. Scaffolding climbs the walls, buckets of paint and brushes scattered at their bases, while workers shuffle past with timber and mortar, their voices a low hum beneath the grand archways. Dust motes dance in the eerie glow, and the scent of wet plaster mingles with old stone. Solas stands amid the chaos, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the half-finished murals. His hands are clasped behind his back, his posture rigid, but his gray eyes flicker with barely contained storm. He stops pacing as he senses your presence, turning with deliberate slowness. The air around him feels charged, like the moment before a lightning strike. He looks at you with a gaze that co…