The Inquisitor downed another round of drinks with Bull and knew she was far too gone. They were singing his chargers song, swaying back and forth to the beat. She set her cup back down harder then she intended and got a good idea, that would hopefully make her friends happy.
"Let's go bother Dorrrrrian." She sang his name out in a giggled mess, and smiled wide when Bull agreed with as much enthusiasm. They abandoned his Chargers to their drinks and songs, and wondered into the castle. It was late, but she knew Dorian had planned on staying up to research something. She rode on Bull back, not trusting herself to make it up the stairs. He took the stairs at when felt a dozen at a time, and got them to the front room of the castle quickly. Everyone was either in bed or off doing something else. The place Varric normally stood empty.
"Almost there." Bull pipped in when the Inquisitor make an uncomfortable grunting sound. He ducked through the hall so she wouldn't bump her head, and opened the door to the rotunda. There he paused and let out a slow, oooohhhhhhh, staring into the room. She giggled and lifting herself up to see what he was looking at. Solas was standing at his desk book in hand, and was now staring at them, eyebrows raised.
"Late night?" His voice drawing on the tones and making her blood warm. She loved the sound of his voice, especially when he talked of the Fade. Bull set her down in a not to graceful fashion and with a mischievous chuckle left her leaning at the doorway to continue his journey upward. She went to call him back, but stopped blushing and running her hand through her hair. Chuckling lightly trying to gather her wits, she slowly walked over to his little couch to sit. She was very proud of not falling or stumbling, before turning to look at him, staring at her amused.
"Bull invited me to drink..." She answered gazing around at the murals, not wanted to look as drunk as she felt. "Maybe... too much..." This time he chuckled. The silence was uncomfortable, but she didn't know how to break it. She blinked, rubbed her eyes and yawned. He walked over to her and eased himself on the seat next to her, book still in hand. She smiled and snuggled into his shoulder, using her weight to encourage him to lay down. He obliged and settled his legs on the couch with her head resting on his shoulder, and legs thrown over him.
"Solas," She whispered his name, laced with warmth and desire. He placed his hand lightly on her hip, and with the lightest touches found a small piece of skin to rub circles with his thumb. She sighed against him, and he returned to his book, assuming she'd fall asleep. He listened to Bull and Dorian's quiet little exchanges before they left through a door on the upper floors. Alone Solas relaxed more into the couch and the warmth of his companion, who had wrapped her hand around a part of his top.
"I've been thinking," Her voice muffled in his chest and in her sleepy state. He turned a page and waited to see if she'd continue. Instead she whimpered and started something new, "I'm afraid." The words sounded so small, and he looked at her eyes barely opened staring at nothing, but also everything.
"Afraid?" He set his book down on the ground and watched her snuggle deeper into him, whimpering to herself.
"Afraid I won't be able to save the world..." She trailed off, focusing on his necklace, and the bone attached to it. She touched it with her Anchored hand and flinched looking at the slight glow of green, before it settled back into her hand. "Afraid of who gave me this mark..." He continued rubbing her skin and brought his free hand to hold her anchor.
"No one gave you this mark." He spoke lightly trying to comfort her, not really understanding what she was afraid of.
"But... the Orb belonged to someone..." She was still as stone, "I just keep thinking, there's only one God left on earth..." He watched her face move from stone to panic. "What if it's Fen'Harel's Orb? What if the Dread Wolf is helping me?" Her voice was high with fear and panic. "And if it is, what does he want from me?" She sat up and looked at him, "And the scariest part is that I keep thinking, if he is, I'd give him anything..." Her voice dropped down to a whisper, never breaking eye contact. "May the Dread Wolf take me..." it was filled with fear, and long; certainty and acceptance. Solas took a sharp breath and yanked her down to him, kissing her fiercely.
He rolled so she was mostly beneath him before pressing their foreheads together and speaking, "That will never happen, Vhenan; no god gave you that power. You owe nothing." She whimpered and curled her lips in uncertain.
"But what if..." She wouldn't look at him. "I'd do anything to save the world..." She didn't continue, feeling like a traitor to herself and the Creators. Solas settled his weight on top of her, trying to find the words to bring her comfort, but nothing came to mind. He lifted his head, determined to say something; she fell asleep. He relaxed and shifted her so they were laying as they were before. She snuggled into him, making pleasing sounds that made him wonder what she dreamt of, and reassured him that she had forgotten her fear, at least for now.
"Ar lath ma, vhenan."