lavellanlove:

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The weight of a civilization rests on the edge of my blade. 

His voice shakes the very earth, eyes glowing with barely-bridled power, ancient and hoarded, but I can still feel his fingertips tremble as they touch my chin. The last remnant of the man he might have been were he not carrying the weight of a civilization on his shoulders, too. 

Perhaps humanity was just what he wanted me to see. He could have stopped my approach, petrified me in place, turned my weapons to dust and scattered my armies to the winds, eliminating his biggest threat and his only hope for salvation from a distance. Or perhaps he wanted to see how much of my own humanity I had sacrificed fighting for the same cause from the opposite side.

They say history is written by the victors, but there is no victory in this. Whether we will it or not, history will be written: either in his blood or mine. His peoples’ or mine. 

So I take the advice I’m sure he wishes he never gave… 
Harden my heart to a cutting edge… 

And say one last goodbye.

@nipuni​ has blessed me with this stunning depiction of Avira & Solas in my DA:4-era fic, Uprising. It just takes my breath away. Every little detail is perfect: the pose, the composition, the expressions, the atmosphere, the attire…I could cry?! Did cry. Am crying. We’re still a long ways from the final confrontation between these two sad babs, but I was so inspired by this visual that I just had to write a bit of it. Thank you so much dear! You are a gem of a human being and a pleasure to work with. ❤

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