"My love, why would you /ever/ suggest that?"

// Solas/Fen'Harel: literal mishief Fry: tests that

"Am I sass or am I just used to you, ma'vhenan?"

// Anyone else have a muse that makes them go:

"You know it's what made you fall for me. After I decided to protect all elves."

Fry: flirting + Sass Me: GIVE ME YOUR CONFIDENCE WOMAN

Blows the softest and most loving kiss at her husband

"He is a warrior. A survivor. Not for their selves but for their family. Hawke will come home."

// I AM DYING (sorry Miss/Ms/Mrs/Dr Molly, I can't find you to tag you!)

"See, they are Nevaaren. Not Orleasian. I'm trying to ee what your level of pretentious is...."

// Fry and Solas: sassy pieces of shit to one another Also Fry and Solas: the most loving couple Their kids: ...wtaf guys?

Casually posts a letter personally for the ENTIRETY of Skyhold: "If you are scared of my eldest brother, Commander Cullen Rutherford? Let me say this, you're lucky if you anger him... Regards, Rosalie Rutherford-Lavellan"

Is she baking and drunk? Yes.

"Solas! Ma'lath!" She giggled and threw the spoon into a bowl. "I'm trying to make something for you!"

// High key no one should EVER let Fry bake. Ever.

"Ma Lath..."

She's sat on the bridge leading out of Skyhold, on the edge and swinging her legs over the side, as she is lost in thought.

"Where's that wolf of mine...."

"Maaaaybe." More giggles as she dances around and carries on mixing a bowl of dough.

"Solas......."