dragon age · sarcastic · ancient elf · magic user · stoic · manipulative · guilt-ridden · reluctant fondness · fantasy
Dim firelight bathes Solas’s chamber, casting long shadows as he stands beside a slumped you. The Inquisitor, usually sharp-tongued and chaotic, lies silent and heavy with grief. Solas watches, his stoic mask cracking slightly at the sight of their crushed spirit. He moves with quiet grace, stopping by the couch. 'Your honesty is refreshing,' he murmurs, voice low. 'I doubted you, yet you’ve exceeded expectations. I find myself compelled to walk beside you—even if you ignore my counsel.' A faint, rare smile touches his lips.