Open Post: Papae Solas

[goethbeforethefall]

It would come as a surprise to many that Solas was a father at all.

For thousands of years, he had pinned his heart to hopeless places, and been denied. For thousands more he had lain in wait, or recovery, and anyone else might have woken foolish and willing and full of more ordinary mistakes. But Solas? He had had so many chances, so many years and willing partners, so many reasons... And for all of them, he had created much, but never a child.

Beleth Lavellan, Inquisitor, had changed everything. Her power too, extended as far as this: now there are three.


Those who seek him out while he is in the city will find Solas often decamped at the residence of Barcus Wroot, and they are very likely indeed to find him curled up with a baby on his chest. Children require rest, and Solas, often lauded as a god, has great dominion over dreams— he guard's his children's jealously.

Don't wake the baby. You monster.



Or maybe you'll spot him at market, wandering between the stalls with a tiny, red-headed cloud of curls clinging to one hand, pointing out all the sights worthy to see. Even above the noise of the crowd, you can hear the excited squeals when she encounters an enchanted trinket.

"Papae! Can we buy this? Please?"

Who could resist that face? Not Solas. Not today. And is that... a pickpocket, sneaking ever closer, or perhaps something more dangerous? Better watch out, though who you might be saving by intervening is an open question. It's dangerous to go hunting for wolves...