Title: Take Me

Chapter 4: Prey

ADD NOTE: Let me just say right now – I know some of the elven language is wrong in this. I have a LOTR friend saying one thing, a DA friend saying another and a couple more people saying different things and words, so I tried putting it together the best I can. I will put translations at the end note – if anyone can help me with the DA Elven language I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER ._. creeeeeppyyyyyy...hah, enjoy the chapter.

"Vavyna sulia."

"No."

"Vaynav suli."

"Almost."

"Vayna suile."

Solas chuckled as he looked down at Soora, "You're putting too much emphasis at the end. Suile."

"Su...Suile." Soora mouthed the word over and over again, "It doesn't feel right. Are you sure-"

Solas raised as eyebrow as Soora flushed from embarrassment, "Sorry."

Solas smirked and leaned on the desk next to Soora. She looked back down at the book, "...How long as this book been around?"

"It hasn't. I'm writing it."

"Oh," Soora pressed her hand on the page. The papers did seem new but the smell was intoxicating. She loved the smell of books, old and new. She didn't know whether it was the leather it was bound in or the papers from all over.

"Vanya sulie." Soora looked up at Solas.

He smiled, "Good. Fair winds. It counts as saying farewell, depending on the departure." Solas leaned over the book and pointed to a new phrase.

"Lle mae quel."

"Maa," Solas corrected.

"Lle maa quel." She looked down at the book and translated it, "You look good."

"I know I do," Solas joked. Soora lightly slapped his head away from the book, "I want to pick one."

"Page one-twenty five, line fifty six. I'm sure you will get a kick out of it." Solas smirked, leaning back on the desk with his arms crossed.

Soora looked for the page and skipped to the line.

"Auta miq...miqul...Crap, hold on," Soora brought the book up to her face. Solas looked over at her, watching her intently as she mouthed the letters. As he watched her, he wondered what would he have been doing right now if he didn't give the orb to Corypheus or even allowed a romance to happen between them.

"Did I say it right?" Soora had been looking at Solas for a few seconds, waiting.

"Hmm? Repeat it. Let's see if you can get it a second time."

"Auta miqula nauko."

Solas chuckled, "Nauka."

"Oh...what does it even mean? You didn't put the translation on here." Soora said, flipping to the next page.

"Go kiss a dwarf," Solas said, shrugging.

"I skipping a hundred pages for that?" Soora sighed.

"It was used as an insult years ago. I'm pretty sure if you yelled that at Cassandra she would and say she didn't like Varric like that." Solas chuckled a little.

"It's a stupid insult," Soora muttered, leaning back in her chair.

"Da'len." Solas warned.

Soora looked away, mumbling 'go kiss a dwarf' under her breath.

"Three." Solas heard that last remark. Fuck, Soora thought as she saw Solas put three more tallies on the paper he had set between them.

"...How many tallies do I have...exactly?" Soora asked.

"Five." Solas added five more.

"Crap...I forgot that was another 'rule'." Soora used air quotations which got her more marks.

"Four."

"Fenedhis."

"One."

"Fen'Harel, take me now," Soora whined as she let her head fall onto the desk, cover the back of her head with her arms. Solas looked up from his tallying to see if she even realized what she said, seeing as she didn't he would let that one slid. He snickered a little before saying the next page, "One-fifty six. Line five."

Soora picked her head up, "Permission to ask a question?"

Solas nodded to her, finishing the last of the tallies.

"You use to say elven words, beautifully said elven words before you left...I know they were affectionate, you would only say them when we-"

He took the book off the desk and skipped back to the first chapter title page, setting it down in front of her. She looked down.

Oira Lath.

"Eternal Love." Soora said, contemplating.

"Something the matter?" He asked. She ignored him and flipped to the next page, reading and speaking fluently, saying the meanings after each phrase. Solas couldn't say he wasn't impressed. He purposefully skipped that chapter, knowing some of the words would be a tongue twister for her. But here she was, speaking it perfectly.

Reading the last phrase on the page she turned to him, "I need to know a certain word."

He motioned for her to continue.

"Bed."

"Any particular reason?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning back onto the desk.

"Because the Dalish only have a word for bedroll."

"...Kaima."

Soora started mouthing it, "Kaia-"

"Kaima."

"Kaima-"

Solas nodded, "Good."

"Ar."

Solas looked at her, "...Repeat that, da'len."

Soora stood up in front of him, "Kaima ar."

Solas stood up straight as Soora tried to look taller. He hid his smile behind a smirk as he looked down at the tallies.

"One-hundred ten," He said. Soora looked down at the tallies as well, not realizing that Solas just ended the conversation.

"That is it for the day, da'len." Solas said, looking down at her.

"Permission to question the meaning of the tallies?" Soora asked, still looking down at them.

Solas picked up the paper, "It is...a point system, for a lack of better phrasing."

"For what?" She corrected herself, "If I may ask."

He looked at her, "You truly wish to know?"

She nodded as he handed her the paper. He lowered himself near her ear and whispered in elven, "It's how many time I'm going to make you scream Fen'Harel as I fuck you."

Solas felt her whimper before he stood up and walked towards the stairs, "I'll be here at dusk tomorrow to start the next session."

END NOTE:

Vayna Suile – Fair winds

Lle maa quel – You look good

Auta miqula nauka – Go kiss a Dwarf

Oira Lath – Eternal Love

Kaima ar – Bed me