canticle of benedictions

Questionable Artistry

Hers is a craft that leaves marks, and he just handed her his heart.

Modern AU, Solavellan. 3300~ words, rated T.

part 1 / part 2

“So I told her,” Cassandra’s voice bounces back against the concrete walls of the stairwell, “If she did not like my methods, she could take her business elsewhere.”

Approaching the door at the top of the stairs, Solas doesn’t look back as he asks, “And how did she react?”

He doesn’t need to see her to know that she’s thrown her hands up. “Ugh. Do not get me started.”

Turning the key in the lock, his low chuckle is lost below Cassandra’s continued grievance on behalf of her latest client, as they step inside the studio. The shafts of sunlight filtering in through the bank of windows on the far wall bathes the room in gold, sharpening the deep reds and yellows of the frescoes rising towards the high ceiling. His worktable sits, a lone island in the middle of the sparsely furnished space, overladen with paints and sketches.

“Is that your latest?” Cassandra asks, with a nod towards the rising stack of paper on the cluttered table.

Solas drops his keys in the key bowl. There’s a small pile of mail sitting beside it – Cole’s doing, no doubt. “It is.”

Her fingers twitch against her sides. Solas smiles, but quells his humour when she looks towards him, expression somewhere between gravely serious and barely-contained eagerness. “May I?”

Palm held open towards the stack of papers, the sweeping gesture is one of permission. “By all means.”

It’s a reprint of the Chant of Light, made to order from a Comte with very heavy pockets in Val Royeaux. Printed on an authentic wood-block printing press, the ink is dark and the lettering severe against the yellowing paper, the contrast made all the more stark with the addition of the illustrations along the pages – swirls of gold and fleurs-de-lis; deep blue and purple flowers, and the stylised sun of the Chantry. Images of Andraste, on the Maker’s side and on the pyre. Vivid red-and-gold flames lapping against the page.

Cassandra handles the pages with care, deceptively rough fingers careful when turning them over, one by one. “For all your lack of faith,” she says, awe softening the words. “The illustrations are – truly remarkable.”

His smile is patient. “Faith is not a necessary component in art.”

She glances up, one brow raised, but she doesn’t argue the claim, though part of her wants to vocally disagree, he knows.

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blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow
in their blood the maker’s will is written.
- canticle of benedictions.

the first in a triptych that i’m doing on the three dragon age games so far (with inquisition still coming). i got a little impatient and finished the one for dragon age 2!

my goal was to portray my player character(s) in the in-universe style with my own spin on it to figure out how their fellow thedosians, and especially the chantry, might portray them for history.

origins and inquisiton forthcoming! i’ll probably post those when i do the entire triptych layout too but hey i finished this one already