Title: Take Me

Chapter 8: Arrows and Mayhem

Soora walked down to the main hall from her quarters, dressed in her Dalish scout armor from her old clan with her hair tied up in a high bun and a dagger on her belt.

She walked through the main hall into the rotunda.

"Solas."

Solas hummed, without looking up from his book.

"Solas." Soora walked behind his chair, leaning her chin on the top of the back.

"Hmm?" He turned the page.

Soora pouted a little, walking next to the chair and sitting on the armrest, "Solas."

"Yes?" Not a movement or glance.

Soora loudly sighed before taking his book out of his hand and throwing it across the room.

"So–...ora.." Solas looked at her, his anger quickly diminishing and his cheek becoming red, "I...I...umm..."

Soora smiled, "Come on. I have a surprise."

Soora pulled Solas out of the rotunda and toward's Cullen's courters.

"Where are we-"

Soora kicked the door open. Whizzing past Cullen as he climbed down from the latter, half naked, "Sorry to barge in! Needed a short-cut!" Soora and Solas were out of his quarters by time he could say anything.

"I'm amazing you didn't stare at the half-naked templar," Solas said.

"I'm not into those Mage-Templar fantasies," Soora shrugged, "Besides, I'm living a 'lonely girl get's seduced by the dread wolf' fantasy every day." Soora smiled as she heard Solas start laughing.

"If I remember correctly, vhenan, you seduced me."

"You introduced tongue – and don't say it didn't count because it totally does. I see how wild you get in the Fade."

"You introduced touching."

"You introduced magic."

"You introduced dominance."

"You introduced both dominance and magic." Soora smirked and opened the door to the last tower before they would arrive where they need to be.

"So, you know what story of The Slow Arrow?" Soora looked at him.

"Please tell me this isn't–"

"It isn't," She cut him off, "I promise." She pulled him over to the other door leading out to the last part of the battlements."

"You appear to be a mage – and you are a mage – but the story depicts you as an archer." She opened the door and showed him the bows and arrows laying on the ground.

"So, because of that certain story of Fen'Harel – you assume I know how to use a bow." Solas walked along the wall with Soora as they neared the equipment. The stable that Blackwall has marked as his own behind them, the kitchen on the other side. This part of the battlements guards never patrolled and was Soora's favorite spot at Skyhold.

"No. I've noticed, before I knew you were Fen'Harel, that when you pulled your staff out with your left held," She laced her fingers with his, "Your right hand would go for the string of a bow. You would always quickly fix the mistake – but I noticed." Soora said, kissing his wrist.

Solas chuckled, "Very perceptive, da'len."

"So, Fen'Harel. Will you teach me?" She picked up the bow and held it out for him.

Solas raised an eyebrow, "You could easily as Sera to help you with this."

Soora snorted, "I could have easily not dug around my room for the past day searching for this outfit."

Solas took the bow from her hand, a smile plastered on his lips, "You really need to find an excuse to where that?"

"No, I just liked that I thought of one," Soora smiled back. Solas handed the bow back to Soora and pulled his long sleeved shirt off, leaving his torn and scorched tank on with the wolf's jaw medallion laced around his neck.

"Well, first things first, do you know what kind of bow this is?" Solas said, picking up an arrow from it's pouch and taking the bow back from Soora.

"No," Soora mumbled, "It looked cool, so I bought it."

Solas rolled his eyes and hooked the notch onto the bow string getting in his stance. "Its a recurve bow. If you know how to use it correctly," He pulled back on the bowstring, "You can make it dance." He let go of the string as the bow flew away. Soora never saw anything move that quickly before. Varric and Sera's skill could not compare to what she had just witnessed. She looked back over at him and flushed. As he still stood in his stance, watching his arrow flutter into the mountains, Soora could see how well sculpted he was. Broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted muscles – he definitely wasn't like other elves. As her gaze fell lower, so did her mouth.

Is he...is that...you were not lying...

Solas looked over at Soora, her mouth hanging open as she stared at him.

"...What?"

It was now well within the day for Solas to say that his vhenan will never shoot an arrow correctly. Leaning on his staff, which he got for protection after almost being shot in the arm, he let a long sigh out.

"Da'len, I fear you may be the worst archer I have ever met."

"No – no – no! I can do this," Picking up another arrow, Soora hooked the notch onto the bowstring and pulled back slowly.

"Hold that position," Solas said quickly.

Soora did as she was told and stood still, "Something wrong?"

"You keep messing up your posture," Solas said, setting his staff on the wall.

"Here," Solas stood next to her, placing his left hand over hers and using his right elbow to move hers up. He looked down and sighed, "Your legs are too far apart – bring them to shoulder-length."

She moved her right leg in a little.

"Good." Solas said. He stood back and walked around her in circles.

"Maybe you should show me the stance again?" Soora asked, her face heating up.

"I've showed you how to shoot the arrow more then you have touched it, da'len."

Soora smirked to herself, "Oo—ho, yes you have, baby."

"You are too flimsy," Solas said flatly, ignoring what she said.

"Excuse me?" Soora turned her head to glare at him.

"You want to learn?" Solas asked, moving her head back to its original position.

"I do." She hissed, feeling her neck twist uncomfortably.

"Then listen to me," He moved behind her and tilted her chin up.

"And here I thought the Fen'Harel the Dalish new and loved never existed," Soora smirked.

Soora squeaked as she felt him slap her ass, "H-Hey! I'm trying to concentrate!"

"Then try harder," Solas moved his leg between hers and pushed her left leg out.

"It would be easier if a wolf wasn't stalking me," she mumbled to herself. She felt a pinch on her lower back, squeaking again – "Solas!"

"Stop hunching your shoulders, relax."

Soora growled and pulled back on the bowstring again, relaxing her shoulders.

"Pick a target."

"We're facing an endless pit of white and bright, Solas–" She could feel another slap coming, "But fine." She squeaked out quickly. She let a breath out and tilted her head a little, making Solas fix it, and picked a target.

"Target locked," Soora said, her voice confident.

"Relax your fingers, let the string go on it's own. As smooth and gently as possible. Steady your breathing. Once you breath in, start releasing your grip and breath out as you feel the arrow leave you." Solas nodded to her.

Soora nodded slightly back, "O-Okay."

"You have this, da'len. Just relax." Solas stood next to her, his hands behind his back. He stared at her intently. For one reason it was to make sure she didn't hurt herself, the second was for her to get use to pressure while firing an arrow, and third was for his own pleasure of torturing her.

She took in a breath, closing her left eye and aiming at her target. Letting her fingers slowly relax, she let her breath out – letting the arrow fly across the air, disappearing from sight.

"O...Oh my...S-Solas...Solas! Did you see that? I-I did it! I did it!" She dropped the bow and turned to him, slightly jumping up and down from excitement.

"Solas," She hissed with a smile on her face, "I did it!"

He nodded, a small smile forming on his lips, "Congratulations, da'len."

"Do I get a reward?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows and Solas moved closer to her.

"What do you wish?"

"Hmmm," Soora bit her thumb, "What do I want?"

Taking the opportunity of Soora being distracted, Solas gathered his things and put his long sleeved shirt back on. He looked back at Soora who was mumbling to herself while biting her lip. He picked up his staff and stood next to her as she thought.

"What would you want?" Soora asked, looking at him.

Solas smiled at her before looking out into the mountains. He paused before replying, "More moments like this."