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wrenhavenriver · 1 year
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Maybe I've just gone mad.
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CONFESSION:
It was fairly obvious at least to me that Solas was going to be an antagonist just by what he says to Lysas when you are at Redcliffe.
"Sometimes to achieve the world one desires, one must take regrettable measures."
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roguetrevelyan · 3 months
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In Hushed Whispers.
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notebooks-and-laptops · 5 months
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Also if you take Cassandra to In Hushed Whispers she doesn't react/doesn't speak to Leliana when you find her. Which I know is probably just an oversight but it makes me curious...what happened between them after the the Herald disappeared? The inquisition tried to fight and failed...did Leliana and Cassandra disagree about tactics? Did they have different goals? The left and the right hand not in agreement or accord? Did their relationship break down too completely to even acknowledge each other when one is tortured and the other dying of lirium poisoning?
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danceswithdarkspawn · 4 months
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cairaleighexe · 1 year
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wip for class!
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elfcollector · 2 years
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“i promise you, varric.  we’ll make sure none of this happens.” “i’m pretty sure you’re crazy.  or i’m crazy.  either way, it’s a — nice thought.”
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selfpossesedghost · 1 year
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Dorian
Transcript:
Inquisitor: You have a plan to get us back, I hope.
Dorian Pavus: I have some thoughts on that. They're lovely thoughts. Like little jewels.
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rosella-writes · 3 months
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new to dadw, but maybe “you don’t need to protect me.” for cassandra/solas/trevelyan, if that strikes your fancy
Thank you and welcome!! I love this one.
Rating: T Words: 963
For @dadrunkwriting
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For more time than what was marked by scratch marks on the wall of her cell, Cassandra had only had the hum of red lyrium and Solas’s occasional conversation as company. 
She paced — she mourned — she reminisced, wondering aloud if there was anything she could have done differently, anything she could have done to stop this from happening. But, as Solas continued to remind her, in his own cell just beyond her line of sight, it was no use to agonise over the past. There was only forward. 
But how could they move forward when the Herald was dead?
Some days, she didn’t realise she’d faltered in her recitation of the Chant until Solas’s gentle voice picked up the missing lines. She’d lean her head against the stone wall that separated their cells and mouth along, voiceless, to the words he must have heard her say a thousand times over. These days, more than ever, she wished she could reach through the stone and touch him — any confirmation that this was real, that he was real, and that this wasn’t some twisted nightmare. She didn’t know if that would be a comfort or a curse.
As time passed, Cassandra withdrew further into herself. It was not unlike her vigil to become a Seeker — but there was no numbing, no dwindling sense of self, that culminated in a burst of radiance and faith. No, it continued, as deadening as the steady drip of water upon stone that wore channels into its surface. 
Time pressed onward, unrelenting with its sickening hum of lyrium — a scarlet thing that even she, a Seeker supposedly unaffected by lyrium, could sense. It was a sharp poison in her flesh, as if she were breathing in needles of it. She could hear Solas’s breaths become hoarse just beyond the wall, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. And when he began to cough, she wished she could do more than simply turn away and cover her ears. 
Then the day came that brought the sound of thudding footsteps down the stairs. 
It was not the approach of the jailor, for she knew the sound of him as well as her own heartbeat. It was a pair of mages, as she could tell from the rattle of a staff striking the stairwell. And when she heard the muttering of a voice she had not heard in a year, she thought for certain that she’d begun to dream — she had slid sideways into insanity, finally, and that thought would have brought relief if not for — 
“You’re alive!” Solas gasped, and Cassandra knew that this was real. 
Lucas Trevelyan appeared as he had the day he’d disappeared. He reached out to them with the same delicate hands, his face creased with the same ever-present worry and compassion, dressed in the same rumpled robes and hastily crafted armour that Harritt had seen fit to clamp him into. The mage who had disappeared alongside him — who was to blame for all this, if Cassandra were to be asked — lurked just behind, glittering with silk and gold and worrying at his moustache with ring-encrusted fingers. Dorian, she remembered. He explained what had happened with terms meant to be understood by Solas, Cassandra was sure, as she only understood part of what he claimed. 
But Lucas seemed to pay him little mind as he went from Solas’s cell to hers, then rushed in the moment the door sprang open. He was tugging at her hands even as she moved to stand, then passed those hands over her cheeks, her forehead, as if searching for wounds. When he met her eyes with his own warm brown ones, they were wide with fear — but then he smiled, those eyes crinkled, and hope broke across his young features like a dawning star.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he said thickly. He reached out for Solas, who came into view around the wall that had separated him from Cassandra for so long, and pulled him into a bone-crushing embrace. “Both of you. I didn’t know if you’d lived.”
“If you would call this life,” she spat, but returned his hug when he threw his arms around her. She caught Solas’s eyes — reddened from his exposure to lyrium, dark as foreboding death — and knew that whatever existence pressed on past this moment, it would not include either of them.
So she armed herself from a nearby chest and positioned herself in front of the three mages on their way up the stairs. Nevermind that the lyrium had sunk into her bad hip and caused a limp. Nevermind that her knuckles ached when she tightened her grip around her sword. Nevermind that when they were attacked by Venatori at the top of the stairs, she moved slower than ever before, and could hardly pull upon her Seeker powers to burn the lyrium within them. 
Cassandra was expendable. Her life here was forfeit — it was all for nothing if Lucas didn’t return to that day in Redcliffe castle. 
But as she leaned over the final dead Venatori, her breaths heaving in and out of shard-ridden lungs, she felt Lucas’s familiar grasp upon her shoulder. 
“It’s alright,” he assured her, his voice low and comforting in her ear. “I can manage. You don’t need to protect me.”
“We shall be the judge of that,” Solas murmured on her other side as he pressed a healing touch to a burn on her cheek. “Focus on Alexius. Leave the rest to us.”
When Cassandra glanced back, Lucas’s expression was inscrutable. All she could determine from it was his omnipresent sense of concern — but before she could speak, his countenance lightened again into a mask of soft cheer. 
“It’s alright,” he repeated. “We’ll make it alright.”
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elavoria · 7 months
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multifantober2023 prompt 13: future
Leliana in the bad future.
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dragonageconfessions · 3 months
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CONFESSION:
I was playing Inquisition one day while my roommate was playing her own Inquisition game on her laptop. I'm at the part where you meet Dorian and Felix. And as I am playing she looks at my game and remarks how Pete Davidson resembles Felix and I really don't know what to think now
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roguetrevelyan · 4 months
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In Hushed Whispers.
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teamdilf · 17 days
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In Hushed Whispers
Potentially unpopular opinion but In Hushed Whispers is my favourite Dragon Age quest, period. It offers such an incredible introduction to Dorian (the inquisitor is forced to rely on a man they don't really know, who is from Tevinter, the big, bad, scary magocracy!), but it also shows us a version of Solas who full-on recognizes that he's the classic "high intelligence, low wisdom" character. He sat for a year in this nightmare future simmering in the consequences of his screw-ups and actually has the ability to recognize that even with all the knowledge he has, he was always going to make those mistakes.
You get this incredible insight into how Solas must view contemporary Thedas. His people are sundered, contemporary elves have lost much of the truth of their history and are treated with contempt and prejudice, and magic is widely feared. The inquisitor and Dorian roll back the clock a year, ending that nightmare future for good and it's viewed widely a positive thing and it feels like it could be a parallel to the way Solas is thinking/what he's planning. This is a guy who literally caused the apocalypse the first time around, and is apparently going to take a second crack at it (I love you Solas but you're such a dumbass).
Nowadays, I mostly just run through the game as my Lavellan, Iris and romancing Solas instead of creating new inquisitors, but when I do branch out, it's always kind of disappointing when I opt to take my character on the templar route.
I just love the angst of Lavellan watching Solas die, and then after she learns what he's up to, has to stew in the realization that she's very well going to have to watch him suffer that same horrid fate once more, on account of the fact that Solas has the red lyrium idol and may be using red lyrium to thin the veil. But, that's veering into theory-crafting and my own personal post-canon fanfiction.
After enduring what they did together, that Dorian and the inquisitor become such close friends makes a lot of sense. They survived something none of the others have any comprehension of and the horrors of it still remain. I have a lot of Dorian & Lavellan friendship feelings that are constantly making their way into my Dragon Age fanfiction, if anyone is interested in the exploration of a platonic friendship between two snarky mages.
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notebooks-and-laptops · 5 months
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In Hushed Whispers takes on some wild connotations if Leliana is resurrected. Like. Is THAT why her tissue is better at fighting off the blight in Felix? But more importantly when she says "if you came back from the dead you need to do better than safe" makes me ache. She came back from the dead! She believed it was the Maker who had brought her back for a reason! And instead she failed. The world ended.
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cairaleighexe · 1 year
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Let Chaos Be Undone
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