#solas dragon age

I’ve made a personal card for my DA character. Inquisitor Lavellan.

This is something super self indulgent and I’m pretty happy with it

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone :)

The Promise Braid

— (Solas & Te’lise Lavellan)

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“My Heart, you have been naughty,” Solas purred with deceptive softness as he approached. “I believe you have something of mine?”

Te’lise blushed bright pink at the suggestiveness of his tone, growing dizzy at the way his hips swayed with each step as he closed the distance between them. “I– yes.” Her voice shook. She cleared her throat. “I do.”

Solas halted a mere breath’s distance away. He peered down into her face with undisguised curiosity.

Growing warm under his gaze, she hastily added, “I wasn’t stealing it. I– didn’t– steal it. Erm… I had a gift for you in mind. Actually.”

Solas cocked a brow. “You wished to regift my necklace to me? How generous of you, Vhen’an. “

Te’lise swatted his chest with her free hand, rolling her eyes at the boyish grin that he bent towards her. “Oh, I might as well just come out with it,” she sighed. “Here. Your hand, please?”

Solas obeyed, watching her with soft eyes as she withdrew her own hand from behind her back to rest his jawbone necklace gently upon the surface of his palm.

“What’s this?” Solas asked, breaking his gaze to blink down at his jawbone in surprise. He brushed his fingers over the viridescent tassel attached to it, wondering, and Te’lise began to blush in earnest.

“In my Clan,” she said quietly, “When two Elvhen begin courting, they exchange these, Promise-Braids, to symbolize their commitment to one another. Normally they would be woven in one’s hair beside the Life-Braid, but… well…” The two of them simultaneously glanced up at the smoothness of Solas’s head.

“Ah, yes. I could see how that could pose a problem,” he said with a wry smile. His mirth faded into something tender when he took notice of the pink hue of Te’lise’s face, and the way her hands trembled. “This means a lot to you.”

Te’lise sighed shakily. “I never thought that I would be in this position,” she admitted, resisting the urge to curl in upon herself in the wake of her own vulnerability. “I was… not seen as desirable among the Dalish, you see. I was too weak and too sick. None of the males wished to tie themselves to someone they weren’t even sure would outlive the decade. I had made my peace with their misgivings, deciding that I could be useful to the People in ways other than marriage or motherhood. So to be here now, with you… to hear you call me…”

“Vhen’an.” Solas whispered.

Te’lise’s eyes burned. She cleared her throat, forcing lightness. “Well. I wished to show you my appreciation by offering you a courting gift the proper way.”

Solas was silent for a long moment. Just Te’lise was beginning to worry that she had offended him with her candor, he said in an unreadable tone, “The colour. It matches your eyes.”

Said eyes widened as mortification crashed through Te’lise in waves. “Oh, Gods,” she moaned, raising a hand to her face. “I promise, that was not my intention–“

And then he was kissing her.

Her world was suddenly consumed by Solas; the way his towering form enveloped hers, the heated brush of his skin through his tunic, a strong hand gripping her hip and gently guiding her to lie back against the grass.

“My Heart, my Heart,” he murmured against her lips, chanting the two syllables like a desperate prayer. “Ar lath ma, Vhen’an.”

Te’lise’s eyes burned. How long had she waited to be told those three words? She began returning his kisses in earnest, pulling away just enough to pepper them across his freckled nose, his cheekbones, his closed eyelids, conveying her deep admiration with her lips against heated skin.

Eventually they parted, panting, staring at one another with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. Solas surprised her with a grin, his chest heaving. He looked so happy.

“I take it that you don’t disapprove?” She asked shyly, and Solas began to laugh.

“Disapprove? I could never disapprove of you.” He bent down close enough that Te’lise could admire the way the fading sunlight caught his eyes, illuminating them silver. “I will treasure it, always.”

Her chest warmed. Not trusting herself to speak in that moment, Te’lise grabbed his tunic and yanked him down, muffling his surprised laughter with her lips upon his own.

A Bunch of Solas Heads

— (Solas)

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I felt like I was losing touch with Solas’s essence whenever I’d draw him, so I decided to redesign him in my style with a fresh perspective. It worked! I no longer despair at drawing one of my most favourite characters.

The Dreamer’s Realm

— (Solas & Thanuil Lavellan)

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Here is the link to the fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38390569

The Dreamer’s Realm - vawashere - Dragon Age - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Happy Solavellan Day!!

— (Solas & Te’lise)

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I rushed to make this in time, I didn’t even know Solavellan Day was a thing?? But I sure am glad that it is!

Within The Safety of Your Arms

— (Solas & Te’lise)

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What could have been.

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Deviating from tradition, Clan Lavellan doesn’t use wedding rings to symbolize matrimony. Instead, the wedded couple exchange cuff bracelets to wear. The males wear them on the left wrist, females on the right.

Since Solas isn’t a member of the Clan, and doesn’t want to appropriate their traditions, he would most likely choose a ring to wear as a symbol of their union :)

Refuge

— (Solas & Te’lise)

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She chased the dark away.

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