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Fic: they've all gone and we'll go too
Sep. 26th, 2016 01:54 pmTitle: they've all gone and we'll go too
Fandom: Dragon Age
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Merrill/Solas
Rating: PG13
Word Count: ~7.5k
Content Notes: canon-typical violence
Summary: "For Fen'Harel. You always leave an offering for him."
"Ah," Solas says, and nothing more.
"The rest of the rabbit, or the pheasant, which would he like more?"
Solas considers it closely. "Leave the rabbit," he tells her.
Author's Notes: Written for Settai, for Black Emporium (Dragon Age rarepairs exchange) 2016. Set between 2 and Inquisition, I think. Thanks to buhne for some mad beta skills. <3
Title is Tragically Hip lyrics because I have an overflow of emotions about them, just like sometimes I have an overflow of emotions about Merrill (too good, too pure, too blood mage-y for this world, dammit). Just be all around good people, it's what Merrill and Gord Downie want you to do. It's probably not what Solas wants though.
Thank you so much to Settiai for a killer selection of prompts. I would have written all of them if I had the time and the creative power. I hope this was up your alley at least a little.
All the elven language things were lifted wholesale from the wiki page on the language. I steal, and you can (should?) too!
Final thought: be nice to bears folks, they'll fuck you up.
"You know, there's a path up the other side, if you're having trouble."
Solas tightens his grip on the tree root he's holding for balance before he turns his head to see who's casting a shadow over him. ( 'No trouble,' he grinds out, hating how out of breath he sounds. )
Fandom: Dragon Age
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Merrill/Solas
Rating: PG13
Word Count: ~7.5k
Content Notes: canon-typical violence
Summary: "For Fen'Harel. You always leave an offering for him."
"Ah," Solas says, and nothing more.
"The rest of the rabbit, or the pheasant, which would he like more?"
Solas considers it closely. "Leave the rabbit," he tells her.
Author's Notes: Written for Settai, for Black Emporium (Dragon Age rarepairs exchange) 2016. Set between 2 and Inquisition, I think. Thanks to buhne for some mad beta skills. <3
Title is Tragically Hip lyrics because I have an overflow of emotions about them, just like sometimes I have an overflow of emotions about Merrill (too good, too pure, too blood mage-y for this world, dammit). Just be all around good people, it's what Merrill and Gord Downie want you to do. It's probably not what Solas wants though.
Thank you so much to Settiai for a killer selection of prompts. I would have written all of them if I had the time and the creative power. I hope this was up your alley at least a little.
All the elven language things were lifted wholesale from the wiki page on the language. I steal, and you can (should?) too!
Final thought: be nice to bears folks, they'll fuck you up.
"You know, there's a path up the other side, if you're having trouble."
Solas tightens his grip on the tree root he's holding for balance before he turns his head to see who's casting a shadow over him. ( 'No trouble,' he grinds out, hating how out of breath he sounds. )
