Title: My Well of Sorrows
Synopsis: A one-shot detailing Arwen Lavellan's lifeless abyss as she longs for Solas. Solas x OC
Starring: Solas x Lavellan
Setting: A few weeks after the events of Trespasser

Arwen Lavellan awoke to the sound of silence. Sweat soaked into her clothes, and pinned her hair against her forehead. The dampness of the underground cave wasn't enough to relieve her of her beating heart as it hammered in her chest. For a moment she winced against weariness as it fought to overcome her, and drag her back into another restless sleep; where she'd spend hours tossing and turning, only to lose to droopy eyes and shoot up into a sitting position once the nightmares creeped in. She was still drenched in darkness, and lost in the abyss that had, for weeks, fed on her life.

No. She couldn't escape. She'd forced herself away from the ruins of what she'd believed the source of these nightmares. The memories linked with the ruins where she defeated Corypheus, and rounded the corner to relay the good news to her crew. At that moment, she allowed herself to continuously fall down a well with sorrow water. She was drowning, suffocating, and living in a agony she never wanted. A life she never asked for. If she could go back, and dodge the fate of the pathetic mark; run one of the four corners of hell, she would. Hell would be better than this.

Someone else could save the world. Someone else could feel the agony. Someone else could lay awake at night, contemplating choices, and tossing to a invisible beat. Someone else could make this decision. Not her. Never her. And yet, it was her. IS her. Arwen wished she hadn't bothered. Had run away from the camp. Hadn't bothered with acquaintances. Or making friends.

But she had made friends. She had gone out of her way to learn what she could about those she'd work with. The crew that assembled themselves upon an hour of a need. When the worlds combined, and theirs would be swallowed and spat out until there was nothing left.

Thoughts danced like flying fish. The dream was still vivid. It was like something out of a story book. Like legends and tragedies told around camp fires, or ghost stories of long lost loves. Or battles. Long, hard, tragic battles.

She had stood in a forest. A forest full of colour. The glistening sun beamed down on her. Hard, yellow rays filtered in through the trees. A great blue river swooshed and splashed. It, as if moving the beat of its own drum, slowly flowed down the banks, Arwen's hand had casually lifted and touched the roughness of the bark on the nearest tree. Against her skin, it felt warm and the feeling melted into her body. Her heart skipped a beat, and thoughts of home sprang like a spring. She pictured the caravans, and the children as they ran and played alongside elders who watched with a glow.

But then, the sky grew dark and cold. Grey clouds swarmed, and a burst of flight exploded from the sky. Arwen covered her eyes with her hands, glancing away from the source and bracing herself for a sudden world of pain and fire. But moments passed, and nothing. She fought against the urge of panic deep within herself, and glanced back towards the sky. A big, black and and green hole swirled and spun. It was as if it had always been there. Like that was its home. And for a moment, Arwen panicked. The hole! The breach! It was back! She tightened her fist, waves of frustrating rushing over her like a speedy wind. She didn't want to close it again! She couldn't close it again. She didn't want to close it again!

Her eyes trailed to her left arm. The lonely limb. There was no arm there. No mark. Nothing, but a reminder of the terror. The fear that washed over her as the mark spread and the green light exploded from her arm. Thoughts of death and destruction, pain and confusion. All the memories swept into one moment, and the tears that threatened to fall down her face at that time. And right now.

Then, there was a crackle, and her eyes snapped up towards the hole moments before it vanished. A dream. A memory. Nothing more, and nothing less. Arwen sighed in relief, but as she allowed these moments of peace to flood her, she caught some movement out of the corner of her eyes. Standing several feet away deeper in the forest was a black wolf.

Her heart accelerated. Tears built up in her eyes.

This wolf was four times taller than the average. Its ears were pointier than any she'd seen, and its eyes glowed a deep crimson red. And they stared at her. Arwen could feel them penetrating her soul. Threatening to piece it. She couldn't have that. She couldn't fall for this again.

But Arwen couldn't look away. The dread wolf had found her. Again. No. She brushed the sweat from her forehead, and shook her head vigorously. She couldn't take it. Again, memories flooded back, and they spilled down her cheeks.

She brushed her arm with her sleeve, turning her back to the creature, "Why do you torture me?" Arwen whispered, caressing the stump on her shoulder. When no response came, she whirled around, struggling to stop the tears from falling. Did he not get it? Did he not understand? It was like he wanted to torture her.

And Arwen couldn't take it, "You invade my dreams. You find me in the fade." She couldn't take it anymore. She wouldn't take it. But the wolf didn't answer, "I don't know why you come, Solas."

Suddenly, the wolf's eyes lowered to the ground. She could see pain, and frustration. And just as sudden as the wolf had appeared, he vanished. Tears trickled down her cheek, and moments later, her eyes had snapped open. The forest gone, and the darkness returned.

That dream was re-occurring. At least, Arwen was sure of it. She'd recalled having it several days ago, and awaking to a fury. But soon, that fury was replaced with the sound of her heart shattering into thousands of pieces.

But now, Arwen felt nothing. An emptiness she couldn't explain settled within her. Arwen Lavellan sat up, brushing her bangs from her forehead and reflecting. It had been better if she'd never gone to Haven.

Her eyes snapped to a form that slept a few feet away from her. In the darkness, she could make out a slim figure of Cassandra hidden underneath armour. The moonlight shone on her dark hair.

Arwen was glad for the company. The little bantering they'd done on the road, and the bantering they'd have as they ventured forth to God knows where.

The elf scrambled on to her feet, and wandered from the safety of the cave into the barren moonlight. She took in the view. Their cave was at the base of a mountain near a looming forest of tall trees towering over them.

But the thought of Solas, and of the emptiness that engulfed her soul tempted her to leave the cave herself. Alone. To wander the world and search for a answer. For a way to stop the death of their world, and to save the one she loved from destroying himself.

Arwen rubbed her eyes, dwelling on the sadness of her dreams and the nightmares. She was scared this obsession would ruin her. Drive her into a state of madness, and that she'd betray herself. But Arwen felt, more than anything, obligation. Whether or not his motivations were true, he'd helped her save her world.

And now she'd help him save his.