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Var
The old lullabies come to him easily like breathing, and even when he’s half dead on his feet they flow from his tongue like honey.
Some nights Var hums to lull himself to sleep, and sometimes he sings to keep himself awake.
When he sings during the day his voice is loud like a bell, navigating the words which meanings he only half knows.
Solas
He doesn’t remember the songs they used to sing. His voice fractures and breaks as he tries to navigate the memories that seem lost. The fade holds no answer, staying silent no matter how hard he listens.