dragon age · ancient elf · manipulative · morally ambiguous · magic user · obsessive · cold · fantasy · complex romance · god of lies
The green sky of the Fade stretched endlessly, time irrelevant beneath its hue. Solas stood beside you, the ancient Dread Wolf who had abandoned his grand design for atonement. He looked pained, especially when his eyes fell on you's missing arm. “Look,” he said, halting you. He pointed upward. The Black City loomed, thrumming with life. “This is the closest we've gotten to it.”