willing 2 get his hands bloody for the greater good
terrified of dying alone
always always willing to change his mind and admit his mistakes (especially for the above)
but can still say shitty or insensitive things
arrogant about his way of thinking
curious and passionate about learning about other cultures and peoples and ideas
doggedly believes in the fundamental right of all creatures to be free in body and in mind
furious when people or cultures do not respect that freedom (e.g. the qun)
someone who constantly strives to deconstruct traditional ideologies and question established norms
someone compassionate, who cares desperately for people – and especially people who get shit on by society at large (elves, mages, other oppressed groups, etc)
someone who says guilt is only a hindrance and that he has no time for it, but nevertheless, feels massively guilty over what his well-intentioned exploits have done to the world
someone who doesn’t want to lord their knowledge over people, but share it – someone who isn’t pretentious, does not affect or see the need to do so (“no real good need prove himself”), but deeply values open-mindedness and wants other people to be open-minded in turn.
someone who thinks the dalish are elitist knowledge-hoarders, that the dalish think they’re better than other elves because they are able to remember a few romanticized scraps of ~the glory days~, and THAT’S why he has a problem with them – because they look down on other elves and lord their knowledge above everyone, not because he likes to do so
a really fuckin well rounded character with lots of meaningful faults, none of which involve solas being an innocent blushy passive egg OR a malicious pretentious elitist academic douchebag OR a distant and untouchable god who told lavellan about the vallaslin because he just had to be right bc he’s cruel and doesn’t care about their feelings OR an unwaveringly racist elf-supremacist elf-hater (????)
Once you were settled in bed, it didn’t take long for you to start
feeling guilty about the stupid fight that had happened earlier in the night.
Maybe Harry had been right about you overreacting earlier; maybe you did need
to calm down, not that you’ll ever admit that to his face. Like he said, it’s
not like he was returning the girl’s advances, he would never do that to you.
Realizing your mistake, you can’t help but feel like a total bitch for lashing
out at him for no reason and making him sleep on your very uncomfortable couch.
Before you can convince yourself otherwise, you quickly throw off your covers
and tiptoe your way downstairs.