Chapter 1: Something I can never have
The Storm Coast. There was a reason why he hated this place. It was always raining. Hence the "Storm Coast". Solas sat in his tent listening to the rain patter on the roof. Mahrael, also known as the Herald of Andraste had begged him to come with her out here to scout out another group to add to the Inquisition forces. He could remember her asking him to come with her and a smile spread across his face.
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"Please Solas. I want to see if there's anything Elven out there and I could use your help." She said as she pushed a lock of long red hair behind her pointed ear. The informal way of asking his help surprised him, normally she conducted herself with a sense of seriousness. Solas had a look of displeasure on his face. Just the mention of the Storm Coast made his skin crawl. Not that he didn't mind being wet, but everything was always…. damp.
Her blue-green eyes sought out his, a hopeful look within them. She had been taking him everywhere with her after he had admitted to her that he liked traveling to see parts of the Fade he had never been to. A simple gesture with great meaning. He hated the Coast, but couldn't deny her. With a sigh, he let his face relax as he watched the smile spread across her plump, pink lips. Noticing people looking at her she straightened her posture and gave a simple "Thank you, Solas." and turned to leave.
Solas liked watching her leave. Her wavy hair swung behind her back and her hips swayed like flowers in a breeze. As he closed the door to his little room beside Adan's room, he could overhear him yelling at someone about the lack of Elfroot and the overabundance of Spindleweed. He chuckled to himself as he leaned on the door to close it.
Ever since Mahrael had joined the Inquisition because of her mark from the fade and become the "Herald of Andraste" she had been spending most of her free time with him. Not that he minded. It was pretty normal considering the fact that they were both Elven, even though Solas did not consider himself one of the people. She had asked him about his ventures into the fade, the spirits he met, and was impressed by him. That was new to him. She said so much to him without saying anything. A simple touch here, a glance there, a smile. How that smile made his heart race. Every time her eyes met his he caught his breath, his skin tingled the way it did in the fade. He would have expected this from a mage, but Mahrael was no mage. She was a rogue. The dual blades she wielded in combat like some sort of exotic dance had made him lose concentration more than once, which normally ended up in taking an arrow to an arm or a hilt to the jaw. Afterwards she was always so concerned with his well being, bandaging him up, cleaning his wounds, giving him a poultice. Solas had to admit, he liked the attention. Cassandra, however did not. She always had a look of disbelief on her face whenever she coddled him. Varric, who probably knew what was going on to begin with would just smile and chuckle a bit as he cleaned the blood off of his crossbow, Bianca.
He had decided tonight was the night. He was going to go to her in her dreams. He had been toying with the idea of it for some time now, and thought it would not be the best idea, he didn't want to start anything with Mahrael that might progress anywhere, but her image lingered in his mind. Her scent lingered in his nose, and he wanted her taste to linger in his mouth.
After nightfall, he settled into bed focusing his mind on the dreamers around him, searching for her. As he fell asleep he could feel her and walked through the fade looking for her dream. When he did find her, he smiled. When Solas sought out dreams, it was almost like looking at them from the eyes of a bird circling above. He broke the barrier from the space between the fade and her dream and stepped through without causing so much as a ripple of disturbance. He looked upon her in a sheer gown, she was sitting at the edge of a pond, listening to the noises of the world around her. Her wavy, fire red locks fell around her shoulders as she ran her hands and bare feet through the grass, the pale moon casting a glow on her that made her look ethereal.
Her Vallaslin on her face, as light as it was, was still visible. She looked content, at peace. He smiled as he leaned against one of the tall trees that surrounded the serene water and she startled at the movement.
When she had finally caught her breath she spoke, "Solas?".