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Father.
I owe some people here a drawing of Papa Solas ( @raynnromantica & @warsonghold I’m lookin at chu 👀) and here he is, with a special appearance of his and Athelas’ baby daughter, Elvathiel, or short, Elva. I’m still developing the little pup, but I think I have roughly finished her design.
Looking at this drawing myself, makes my own heart swell and almost teary eyed. ;_____; Solas you deserve happiness.
I like to think that at some point, when Fen’Harel’s agents are being particularly shady, or the Inquisitor’s team takes a blow, Sera goes and sets up a mannequin with a bald cap on it and just starts throwing darts at its crotch.
And eventually it becomes a ‘thing’. Rough day in the field? Go hit Solas with a stick. Fen’Harel’s agents clear out a base before your people could get there? Go chop off Solas’ head. Potential for impending doom getting you down and filling you with existential dread? Go light Solas on fire.
They have to replace the mannequin pretty much every day.
And then one evening, late, Sera spies the Inquisitor, sitting out in the training yard. Next to the mannequin. Talking. Not even shouting, just talking quietly, like she used to see the two of them doing sometimes. Long blah blah blah boring conversations, but sometimes Solas looked happy during them. And usually, so did the Inquisitor.
The next day, she takes down the mannequin and doesn’t put a new one up.
“It got old,” she says, when anyone asks. “After all, we’re trying to save the stupid arsehole, not lop his head off. Right?”
oh my god
Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn (via gayboleyn)
