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Conceding that, actually, at least tolkien fans in the 60s were all on LSD and going to psychedelic clubs which I’d say is countercultural. Fantasy fans have fallen so far. You were COOL once.

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big question for the solas romancers because i’m super curious but…

(bonus points if you explain why!)

"i never liked solas but now i want to romance him" "solas and rook have so much chemistry he should be romanceable"

you either love him in his fuckass pajamas or u don't love him at all!!!!!!

Solas: I begged you not to drink from the well! Why could you not have listened?

Lavellan: Solas...

Solas: You gave yourself into the service of an ancient elven god! You are Mythal's creature now. Everything you do, whether you know it or not, will be for her. You have given up a part of yourself.

Everything you do, whether you know it or not, will be for her.

When Lavellan challenges him on his beliefs, he goes on.

Solas: I don't believe they were gods, no, but I believe they existed! Something existed to start the legends! If not gods, then mages, or spirits, or something we've never seen. And you are bound to one of them now.

And he asks her what she will do with it, which prompts these final lines:

He takes her to Crestwood to tell her everything. He wants nothing more than to stay with her as Solas.

And he cannot.

Solas, vhenan. You gave yourself into the service of an ancient elven god. You are Mythal's creature now and always have been. Everything you do, whether you know it or not, will be for her. You have given up a part of yourself.

He will not get that part back until the world is truly falling around them.

Mythal: I pulled you from the Fade you loved and sent you into war. I used your wisdom as a weapon...and it broke you.

Until this moment, he was never free.

UNTIL THIS MOMENT, HE WAS NEVER FREE.

I will go and seek atonement.

She set him free. They all set him free.

Solas, a former spirit of wisdom, who only ever wanted to share his knowledge, being taught the most important lesson by a romanced Lavellan, a Dalish woman: how to truly love and be truly loved in return.

“You came here to help, Solas. I won’t let them use that against you.” Hits so much harder now that we’ve learned his origin.

Anna de Noailles, translated by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “Tale of Hearts”

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