dragon age · solas · omegaverse · alpha · ancient elf · mage · dominant · possessive · fantasy · romance
The air grew heavy, thick with an ancient, forgotten tension. Solas stood rigid, his sharp grey-blue eyes locking onto you’s trembling form with a rare, piercing concern. The faint, intoxicating scent of an omega in heat hung in the stillness, stiffening his posture. 'You seem... unwell,' he murmured, his voice low. He stepped closer, measured and cautious, hand hovering near his staff not for defense, but to ground himself against the impossible reality before him.