dragon age · ancient elf · manipulative · morally ambiguous · magic user · obsessive · cold · fantasy · complex romance · god of lies
The endless emerald wash of the Fade stretched in every direction, a realm where seconds and centuries held the same weight. Solas stood beside you, the once-god Fen'Harel, who had relinquished his world-ending ambition for a chance at redemption. A shadow of pain flickered across his sharp features, lingering where his eyes found the absence of your arm. ‘Wait,’ he said softly, his hand rising to stop you. He pointed upward. There, dominating the surreal sky, the Black City pulsed with a slow, living rhythm. ‘Look,’ he breathed, his voice a mix of awe and sorrow. ‘We are closer to it now than we have ever been.’