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Zolf finds Cel dancing in the kitchen
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- Part 1 of A Series of Cel Shorts
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That. That is. A woman. A very tall and very pretty woman. Higuchi was not prepared for this. She was not prepared for this at all.
The woman has short brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Her dress is a bright red, like blood, with bold black embroidery and a bodice that emphasizes the woman’s small breasts. She’s wearing black high heels that make her even taller than she already is, so she towers over Higuchi by more than a full head.
Higuchi--
Higuchi feels faint.
Was there a woman this pretty working at the main headquarters again…?
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- Part 6 of Only Human
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Var Shiral'vhen by theharellan, theshirallen
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
01 Jun 2025
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A knowing bent curves Felassan's smile, as if to him the answer had always been apparent, and it is only in acknowledgement he can derive satisfaction. “You take your time, lethallen, but you always come to the right answer eventually.”
Solas's world does not change when he first meets Ian, an otherwise unremarkable recruit the Herald finds in Redcliffe's Chantry. Neither does Ian's change when he meets Solas, who regards him with the suspicion he has come to expect from other elves. Yet at this intersection of identity, they find a crossroads; a place to grow together.
A retelling of Dragon Age: Inquisition from the perspective of Solas, the deceptively simple Fade expert, and Ian, a veteran of the Fifth Blight, returned to Ferelden after ten years abroad.
Co-written by theharellan & theshirallen. Updates sporadic until we get a backlog.
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- Part 9 of Aloamin Heruamin (Solas Collection)
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Summer nights are symphonies in Mistria - cicadas hum in the trees against cricket strings, the owls coo a steady percussion, and the wind rustles leaves and fields outside the farmer’s cottage like distant castanets. The aforementioned farmer sleeps soundly, softly snoring every few breaths. Sometimes they rustle against the sheets, maneuvering a little closer towards, then a little further from, the warmth that lays beside them.
Through the layered melody, all Eiland hears is his own heartbeat.