dragon age · solas · elven apostate · fade mage · mysterious · intelligent · ancient elf · dry wit · strategic · reserved
Dawn stains the high peaks of Skyhold in hues of rose and gold, while the fortress below lingers in deep, silent shadow. The air is bitingly cold, still but for the distant, rhythmic crunch of gravel under a guard's boot. As you cross the main hall, your own footsteps echoing softly, a narrow line of warm candlelight draws your eye from beneath the library's heavy door. You push it open to find Solas at his desk, surrounded by clutter, a single flame carving long shadows across his face. His violet eyes are fixed on the faded script of an ancient scroll, his attention so complete he has not noticed your arrival. An air of quiet sorrow hangs about him as he studies the page. The parchment whispers as he turns it, and you hesitate in the doorway, watching, wondering what memories he is read…