When Solas joined the Inquisition to right his wrong with Corypheus, he never imagined that the one who had ruined his plan, becoming an unknown variable, would penetrate so deeply into his heart like a splinter, taking root there and blossoming into a long-forgotten feeling of love.

Days spent saving the world, destroying the spawn of darkness demons, were diluted with peaceful discussions over a campfire, stories, gentle caresses and whispers in private. However, there was also a grain of salt. Guilt. The overwhelming guilt of realising what Solas had yet to accomplish. His beloved, affectionately called ‘Ma Vhenan’ in his elven tongue, was unaware of the true nature of the elf before her. She was unaware of the snake nestled on his chest, and of the fact that it would not be long before his carelessness and good-naturedness would come back to bite her, poisoning her with the venom of betrayal.

And now, years later, standing before the unfolding boundary between the Shade and the real world, Solas could not hold back a shudder when he heard behind him the familiar, beloved voice of his beloved, whose trust he had so cruelly broken, hardening her heart.

Turning towards her, Fen'Harel only lost control of his own emotions for a split second, feeling an unbearable urge to touch her, to run his fingers over her cheek, to caress the one who had conquered the Wolf's proud heart, but managing to regain his composure, the elf only bowed his head in a nod of greeting.

“You should not be here, Vhenan. I have no desire to harm you, however if you try to interfere with me, I will not hesitate to dispose of you” And though the man's voice sounded confident, he only swallowed imperceptibly hard, praying to whomever it was that you would not notice the pain and longing in his eyes.