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adaar upon finding out that mythal is flemeth and flemeth is morrigan’s mother and morrigan hates her mother
#she's immediately like 'i am too old for this please let me go back to being a mercenary'#she's like 28 lmao#my poor inquisitor#ozeni adaar#she just wants to hang out with her gf and knit sweaters for her friends#or maybe do some miscellaneous killing#but this is a lot!#and she's very tired#the lioness and the wolf
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Chapters: 37/?
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Solas/Female Surana
Characters: Solas, Eirwen Surana, Morrigan (Dragon Age), Female Adaar (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Past Alistair/Female Warden (Dragon Age), Asshole Hawke, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Cullen Rutherford/Surana, amphibian ecology, Hurt/Comfort, Frequent and unwarranted use of iambic meter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, solas rarepair, POV Solas (Dragon Age), And also POV Surana, Birds, Platonic Surana/Morrigan, Found Family, Ancient elf shenanigans, two horny elves try very hard not to have sex with each other, Will they succeed?, no, i once said there would be smut in this fic, we are officially almost there
Summary:
In the foreground of history was Ozeni Adaar, proud leader of the shining Inquisition. Behind her, a former hero and a lost god found solace in each other.
A story about Solas and Eirwen Surana, two surprisingly similar people who fall in love --reluctantly but hopelessly.
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Anyway next chapter is up!
Chapters: 40/?
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Solas/Female Surana
Characters: Solas, Eirwen Surana, Morrigan (Dragon Age), Female Adaar (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Past Alistair/Female Warden (Dragon Age), Asshole Hawke, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Cullen Rutherford/Surana, amphibian ecology, Hurt/Comfort, Frequent and unwarranted use of iambic meter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, solas rarepair, POV Solas (Dragon Age), And also POV Surana, Birds, Platonic Surana/Morrigan, Found Family, Ancient elf shenanigans, two horny elves try very hard not to have sex with each other, Will they succeed?, no, i once said there would be smut in this fic, we are officially almost there
Summary:
In the foreground of history was Ozeni Adaar, proud leader of the shining Inquisition. Behind her, a former hero and a lost god found solace in each other.
A story about Solas and Eirwen Surana, two surprisingly similar people who fall in love --reluctantly but hopelessly.
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The Lioness and the Wolf - I - All Heretics
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Rating: General
Genre: Introductions
Pairing: Solas x Surana
Part One of The Lioness and the Wolf.
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“A great hero of legend arrives in our hour of need, lending her support to the momentous cause of the Inquisition.”
Eirwen turned away from the colorful wall murals to look at their creator: a bald, barefoot elven man in ragged clothes, standing straight with his hands held behind his back. Ozeni had given her a brief description of the other members of the Inquisition, and if she remembered right, this was likely Solas the Fade expert. Learning there was an apostate besides the Inquisitor herself was surprising, as the Chantry frowned upon unshackled mages; if anyone needed more proof that they were all heretics, here he was.
“High praise. I hope I can live up to it.” She held her hand to him and he shook it, gripping tight enough that she could feel the coarseness of his fingers against her own. As she pulled back, her lips settled into her usual smirk. “Eirwen Surana, though it seems you already know that much.”
He smiled, polite but tight, more neutral than expressive. “Of course. You are, after all, something of a public figure. I am Solas, though I suspect the Inquisitor may have warned you there was an apostate in our midst.”
Eirwen snorted and rested her hands on her hips. “She did, and I was quite terrified until she assured me there were enough Templars to keep any potential demons at bay.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained otherwise unchanged. She shifted her weight, uncomfortable now that she knew her joke didn’t land. “Yes, well, she did make me promise to keep my demon-summoning to a minimum. I trust that, as a Warden, you have had ample preparation in protecting yourself from wayward spirits?” There was a note of what was supposed to be sarcasm in his tone, but what she heard was more bitter and harsh than that.
“Not as much as most people would expect. I would assume most Wardens receive more training, but I didn’t have much time with them.”
“Not even after the Battle of Denerim?”
Her amiable smirk felt to an uncomfortable grimace and she shook her head. “Er, no. I was mostly on my own after that.”
“Ah.” He considered this for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly, then relaxed and looked up at the murals. “You have spoken to Leliana, I take it?”
“About what, specifically?”
“She and Cassandra both advocated for you as Inquisitor.”
Eirwen barked out a loud, disbelieving laugh, startling Solas. She shook her head and covered her mouth, apologizing through a smile. “That is a very dumb idea. Here I thought Leliana was keeping an eye on me.”
“You lack faith in your own leadership?”
“You lack faith in Adaar’s?”
Solas shook his head, frowning. “No, of course not. She is a capable woman and a talented leader.”
“But?”
“But what?”
She shrugged. “I thought it sounded like you had a ‘but.’”
He sighed heavily. “In my dreams I have seen your bravery. You bore the torch at Ostagar and fought beside your people to lend them hope and strength. You lived, and your survival promised them a future.” He looked at her. “You inspired a nation to fight an unfathomable evil.”
“You saw all of that in the Fade?”
“And more.”
It was her turn to sigh. “You are considered the Inquisition’s expert on the Fade, correct?”
“Yes...”
“Then I don’t need to tell you how misleading it can be. There are many very good reasons I am not the Inquisitor.” Her voice fell. “It may be best to leave it at that.”
He was quiet for a moment, and she looked back at the murals. As she started to ask him about them, he spoke up again. “There is still some truth to it, though.” She said nothing, and he went on. “Have you ever seen yourself through the eyes of spirits?”
“I... was not aware that was possible.”
“It is difficult, but a mage of your talent could manage it.” He glanced at her. “They may show you a new side to yourself you had not envisioned.”
She reached out, her fingers brushing against the rough paint of the mural. “Why did you make this?”
He stepped forward, standing in line with her now as they both looked over his work. “To record the success of the Inquisition.”
“We have books for that. Why this, here?”
“It is a reminder of what has been accomplished.” He turned slightly, looking back at what he’d already completed, then faced the bare walls that covered most of the rotunda. “And what is left to come.”
She smirked again. “You may run out of room. This Haven part takes up a lot of space.”
He smiled, more genuine this time, and tilted his head back to look up at the library and the rookery above it. “Perhaps when its task is done, the Inquisition will do as no other organization of its size has and lay down its swords. Skyhold could be a great library, or a waypoint for travelers.”
“Or a summer home for Adaar.”
“Ha!” He laughed, then cleared his throat and shook his head, covering his mouth for a moment as if embarrassed at his outburst. She smiled, glad she could get a positive reaction from him. “I suppose it would be ill-suited for a winter home.”
“Most choose to winter where there isn’t snow year-round.” She sighed and chuckled, shaking her head. “You’ll have to tell me more about your work here, Solas.”
“I would be happy to.” He nodded to the doorway, where a young woman in servant clothes stood awkwardly. “You have an appointment?”
“With Josephine.” She pursed her lips. “Apparently drinking yourself into a stupor and passing out in the tavern is ‘unsightly.’“
“Ah... I imagine that might not be ideal.” His brows furrowed. “Still, that cannot be all she needs you for.”
“The rest is confidential.” She winked at him, and he blinked. “I’ll see you later, then?”
He nodded, his face a mixture of amusement and confusion. “Another time then, Warden Surana.”
“Please,” she said as she started on her way out. “Just Eirwen is fine.” Her boots clicked against the stone floor, echoing through the quiet of the rotunda. High above her, Leliana’s crows cried and shed feathers that drifted toward the ground.
#solas#surana#look its their first meeting#glimpses#solasmance#solas rarepair#verse: the lion and the wolf#awkward conversation is awkward#but it's not as mean as i expected#i thought he'd be rude to her#good job solas
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The Lioness and the Wolf Update: Chapter 3
Want to see why Solas and Eirwen are so perfect for each other? Read my new work, The Lioness and the Wolf, here or on AO3.
Here is the third chapter, which can also be read here. All chapters will be posted on both my tumblr and my AO3 page.
(from the very talented elvisqueso <3)
The Lioness and the Wolf
(4876 words) by Arden
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Solas/Female Surana
Characters: Solas, Eirwen Surana
Additional Tags: Inquisition AU, Medium Burn, Solas is an Egg
Summary:
In the foreground of history was Ozeni Adaar, proud leader of the shining Inquisition. Behind her, a former hero and a lost god found solace in each other.
A story about Solas and Eirwen Surana, two surprisingly similar people who fall in love --reluctantly but hopelessly.
Note that AO3 does not allow writers to receive donations, which is bullshit, so if you’d like to support me and my work you can donate to my Ko-Fi here. Otherwise, please reblog my work and/or leave a comment on AO3. Thank you!
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Cinnamon Roll Meme
Tagged by @galadrieljones
Looks like a Cinnamon Roll but can actually kill you: Yvelle, to some extant. Her sister Ellian as well. Yvelle could actually murder you with her bare hands, but Ellian prefers to do it with words. Both are vicious.
Looks like a Cinnamon Roll and is a Cinnamon Roll: Professor!Solas, honestly. He’s very handsome and kind. Kinky af and a bit prickly, but is so smitten with Eirwen that he couldn’t possibly be a threat to anyone. My Trevelyan, Wessely, is very handsome and very sweet. He has a backbone, but mostly he’s just really kind to everyone.
Looks like they can kill you but is actually a Cinnamon Roll: My as-yet unrevealed Ozeni Adaar. She’s a big scary apostate on the outside but a sweet useless lesbian on the inside. Revolutionary-verse Surana, too, as she looks tough but is actually quite kind and just wants to make jokes and live her life.
Looks like they can kill you and can kill you: Main verse Surana. She has a generally amiable attitude and tends to be friendly (not to mention she’s gorgeous) but she is a murder machine. The Blight put her through a lot, and she isn’t afraid to get violent.
Sinnamon Roll: Student Surana. She’s absurdly kinky. Still sweet and kind and genuine, but so kinky that she must be a Sinnamon Roll.
tags: uhhh this has been going around for a while so idk who hasn’t been tagged yet and anyone interested can just hop on lol
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