I cherish Solas romancers, because it’s like—imagine you get to go on a dating show. You’re sitting in the hot seat and—assuming you make a female Lavellan—you have six contestants you can choose from. Not three like on normal dating shows; you get six.
Now, let’s say you ask these contestants your first question. Say, you ask them to describe their ideal date.
Contestant #1 talks about how they like pulling pranks, and afterwards, they’ll take you to a rooftop to eat cookies.
Contestant #2 is a hopeless romantic who wants to snuggle by the fire and have you spin them around in the air.
Contestant #3 has had a more troubled past, but they adore you—and anything you want to do, they are game for; they are submissive and ready to serve.
Contestant #4 is anything but submissive, they counter; their ideal date is all about danger: dragon-hunting and deadly sport.
Contestant #5 seems the intellectual; they want to play chess with you, all the while marvelling that someone as amazing as you wants to spend time with them.
Then there’s Contestant #6, who answers that they’ll tell you all about the boring dreams they had, insult your tattoos, touch your butt, and then dump you. That is their ideal date.
“That one,” the Solasmancer says. “I want that one.”
