A/N: This one's been dancing around in my head for quite a while. This is a m!Lavellan x Solas pairing. If you do not like such pairings, such as Male x Male, please do not read. This is being marked Rated M for future chapters.

Chapter One

Solas watched from a distance, being a wallflower from the celebration. Haven was full of life after the Breach had been closed. The villagers and Inquisition soldiers danced and sang around the campfire. Many more celebrated within the tavern. The elven mage's attention wasn't on any of the people celebrating the victory, but on the other elf leaning up against the wall next to the Chantry doors. He stilled the moment Lavellan's eyes caught his. Smoldering golden ambers bore into his own.

A small smirk tugged at one corner of the Dalish hunter's lips. It caused Solas' heart to flutter in his chest. An odd feeling he's never felt before. Lavellan chuckled to himself, watching the elven mage shift from foot to foot. He liked messing with the mage. He was always able to sneak up on him at times. With a tilt of his head and smoldering ambers never leaving the other, he curved around the corner. Disappearing from sight.

Solas recognized the tilt of Lavellan's head. He was inviting him to follow. Now leaning forward slightly, using his staff as support, he glanced about the celebration. He made sure no one saw him sneak away, yet now that he thought about it, why would he mind anyone see him leave? Giving a shake of his head, Solas started to make his way towards where Lavellan disappeared to.

"Leaving already, Chuckles?" Varric's voice startled Solas and the elven mage nearly jumped out of his own skin, if he could.

"Varric!" Solas took a deep breath, eyes closed as he placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart. "You startled me..."

The dwarven rogue lifted both hands up with an apologetic smirk. "Sorry there, Chuckles."

Solas sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing back towards the Chantry. The dwarf noticed Solas' eyes glance away and curiosity poked at him.

"You feeling all right?" Varric asked, concern in his voice.

Solas gave a nod of his head, "Mmn, just feeling exhausted from the day." the elven mage didn't particularly lie to the dwarven rogue, he was feeling a bit tired after assisting Levallen at closing the Breach. "Wanted to slip away and rest a while."

Varric nodded and excused himself, watching the elven mage leave before Cassandra came over after him.

Once he reached the Chantry, Solas looked over his shoulder briefly before rounding the corner. The elven mage's eyes adjusted quickly to the lack of fire-light in the small area. He looked about the small archery area, searching for any sign of the other elven male.

"I knew you'd follow, Lethallan." Lavellan's almost whimsical, smooth voice sounded happily from the shadows. The Dalish elf stepped out into Solas' view with a welcoming, friendly smile.

Solas frowned a little when he was greeted. "Hello, Herald." when he emphasized the title, it caused the other's brow to furrow.

Lavellan crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head. "Did I offend?" he questioned, calmly.

Solas gave a small bow of his head. "I am not of the Dalish, yet you still continue to regard me as such. Even since the beginning when we first officially met, Herald."

Anger sparked in the other elven male's eyes and Solas himself nearly flinched. Regret soon spiked him in his gut for such a harsh tone that went along with his words. He opened his mouth to apologize, but quickly shut it when Lavellan advanced towards him. He took a step back, nearly tripping over a rock, his balance stumbling. The Dalish elf's hands took hold of the elven mage's shoulders, steading him only briefly before twisting him into another direction and slammed his back against the stone wall.

"That might be true, but we're both still Elvhen." Lavellan didn't let up on his grip and continued, golden ambers staring directly into Solas' surprised gaze. "You're not a Flat-Ear, but more than that. You know so much that the Dalish do not. So why not use that to help us? To teach us what we all lost?"

Solas turned his gaze away, heart pounding in his chest. The words the Dalish hunter had spoken rand some truth. From his ventures in the Fade during his sleep, he found various things about the elves of the past. Yet not once has he even chosen to seek out any of the Clans to share his findings. Lavellan's eyes searched the elven mage's visage for any sign. He found nothing to prove that the elven mage before him to open up and speak. He released his hold on Solas and stepped back, fists balling up at his sides. He gritted his teeth and tsked, turning to leave.

Another heart beat of silence continued on between the two then Lavellan spoke.

"*Ma banal las halamshir var vhen." the Dalish elf left as swift as he had spoken the Elvhen tongue.

Solas winced at those words, his shoulders slump and he sighed.

"*Ir abelas..."

Ma banal las halamshir var vhen = "You do nothing to further our people."

Ir abelas = "I am sorry."

Telandas = "Nothing is inevitable."