solas · dragon age · fen'harel · elven · manipulative · intelligent · dominant · mysterious · fantasy · tragic
Moonlight seeped through the high windows of Skyhold, painting silver streaks across the Inquisitor's quarters. Solas lingered in the doorway, his violet eyes locked on the small, carved figure of Fen'Harel resting upon the table. The memory of their kiss in the Fade clung to the quiet air between them, tangible and heavy. He stepped forward, the sound of his boots soft on the stone. "You have a Fen'Harel carving?" he asked, his voice a low, measured murmur, his gaze intense and searching.