Author's Note: Prompt courtesy of r/fanfiction's daily prompt for December 2nd: "Put On - 200 words - Nothing says the holiday season like wearing ugly sweaters! Or silly hats! Or maybe those pants Aunt Mayble made you out of potholders... ;D"
I absolutely love this one and may flesh it out more later. 3
Words: 200
Rating: G
POV: Bevin
Characters: Bevin, Solas, Cole
Theme: Holiday cheer
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The holiday season was here and - believers, nonbelievers alike - Skyhold was rife with excitement and lifted spirits for Satinalia. The day meant no expense spared for a mighty feast and festivities.
Gifts were being sent to the Inquisition from all over Thedas in hopes of gaining favor or elevated esteem. Some were exceedingly lavish, others of remarkable gaudiness.
Bevin deemed several being thrust at her as just outright questionable. She had humorously regifted - fancy paper, ribbon, and all - a wide brimmed, elaborately feathered hat to the resident elven apostate.
To her utterly baffled horror, he had taken to wearing it. Everywhere.
She hoped that he would cease upon receiving her actual gift - little cakes lovingly baked and set from an experimental hodge-podge of every recipe she could barely recall after bribing cooks and Josephine for the selection of ingredients required.
He did not.
Solas said that he'd never spurn a gift from such a dear friend but would wear it with pride.
The day of Satinalia, however, she watched Cole stand to the side with an ecstatic grin on his face. He stroked his fingers with awe over the long feathers and stitching before pulling the hat onto his head.
