…a large stone statue of Bellara. Her hand was partially outstretched - she'd always been so happy to help. They'd flirted a little not long after meeting each other. Ziva had heard of her while working with the Veil Jumpers but never had the chance to meet her until all this mess with Solas and the Evanuris. They'd clicked immediately, both passionate about their people and history, both kind and gentle before anything else. She felt bad that things hadn't worked out between them, but when Emmrich came into the picture, her soul had connected with his, entwining them together with a power beyond even gods. An instant connection that couldn't be denied. Bellara said she'd been understanding, but they'd never truly had the time to discuss much of it. And now she was gone.

Another snippet from one of my wip Dragon Age fics 🫣 reminiscing on love and feelings ❤️

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A snippet of writing extracted from ellipsus Why did Varric choose her? What made her special? Was it just her connection to the Inquisitor he'd spent so long with a decade ago? She was nothing like them. She was nothing at all. "You failed us all." Emmrich. Vhenan, her heart, her soulmate. Their argument from before the fight with Ghilan'nain still stung. She knew he only wanted the best for her. But she didn't deserve the best. She didn't deserve him, or his love. She deserved to be in the place of her fallen friends. She deserved oblivion.

Snippet from one of my wip Dragon Age fics 🫣 Ziva is beginning to become trapped in the Fade prison, Solas is metering out some guilt bit by bit 💔

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