[ Solas can't help the way he frowns. He can imagine why she might have been imprisoned, but he doesn't have to like it. He hadn't enjoyed the Herald's imprisonment, especially when he had tried for some time to help keep her alive, and he mislikes the idea of someone as graceful and nostalgic as the elf in front of him being behind bars. No one should be imprisoned for their existence, and he has to bite his tongue.
For now. ]
I can only give what I can to those that have very little left to fight for. Finding hope in a time as difficult as the one we live is not easy.
[ The art of rebellion, she says, and Solas can't help the way he smiles, the way that it makes him think of names and acts, the history of the world and what he made of it, makes of it now, unfolding and remaking. ]
I spend much of my time in the library, studying the Fade and the Veil. If I am not there then I am here, or in my quarters.
:EYES:
[ Solas can't help the way he frowns. He can imagine why she might have been imprisoned, but he doesn't have to like it. He hadn't enjoyed the Herald's imprisonment, especially when he had tried for some time to help keep her alive, and he mislikes the idea of someone as graceful and nostalgic as the elf in front of him being behind bars. No one should be imprisoned for their existence, and he has to bite his tongue.
For now. ]
I can only give what I can to those that have very little left to fight for. Finding hope in a time as difficult as the one we live is not easy.
[ The art of rebellion, she says, and Solas can't help the way he smiles, the way that it makes him think of names and acts, the history of the world and what he made of it, makes of it now, unfolding and remaking. ]
I spend much of my time in the library, studying the Fade and the Veil. If I am not there then I am here, or in my quarters.