Based off of an askbox prompt on my tumblr a-j-aria. If you guys want me to write something at all, never be afraid to send me a prompt on there or on here! I would gladly oblige!
Solas was a light sleeper. Which was ironic considering the various occasions he lost himself to sleep in order to wander the Fade. But perhaps that was exactly why he was a light sleeper. After all, one is quick to awaken to the smallest of sounds when they had last laid their head to rest in an abandoned ruin filled with Creators-knows-what kinds of creatures.
Despite all of that, however, he was caught completely unawares as someone snuck into his quarters. That is, until he felt the bed dip under the weight of the intruder. The mage jolted awake at the movement, magic at his fingertips and ready to defend himself. Later, when he was more awake, he would figure that situations like these tended to happen often when your lover was a rogue, though, and he should damn well get used to it.
"Whoa, Sparky," Taryn raised her hands up in defense as Solas' electricity lit up the room. The familiar voice washed over him like a soothing balm, and the mage felt his shoulders drop as he forced himself to relax as the Inquisitor tried to calm him down. His magic began to recede as he grew more aware of his surroundings, and was immediately filled with guilt as he realized he had nearly attacked the woman before him without realizing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she mumbled, rubbing at the back of her neck awkwardly, retracting her knee from the bed and turning towards the door.
Solas quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist to prevent her from leaving. "Vhenan, I am sorry. I did not mean – are you hurt at all?" He asked, sitting up on the mattress. His heart was racing from the panic at being awoken so suddenly and then the sudden very real possibility that he used magic on his loer.
"Pfft," Lavellan snickered, waving off his concern. "As if you could ever hurt me," she waved it off and Solas had to swallow around the lump that formed in his throat at her words. "It's odd seeing you in your night clothes," she said with a tilt of her head as she studied him, abruptly changing the subject – perhaps to change the subject to a lighter topic or simply because this was Taryn Lavellan and she was always flitting about. She scratched at her head as she studied him, watching him with wide eyes cast aglow in the moonlight. If Solas were a weaker man, he would likely fidget under the gaze. "Your day clothes sort of look like night clothes so I just assumed that you slept in them anywa – "
"Taryn," the mage interrupted, eyes narrowing as he saw the way in which her eyes were glazed and the red coloring on her nose. "Are you drunk?"
"I – " Lavellan paused, as if thinking hard on her words before finally speaking. "Yes." She declared with a single, punctuated nod causing the elf to chuckle.
"Then, shall I walk you to your room?"
She shook her head and drooped forward as she leaned her weight onto his bed frame. "Too many stairs," she mumbled as she began to climb over him like a cat and make herself comfortable at his side. "Can't I just sleep here tonight?" She whispered, and Solas supposed that he was in no position to disagree as she was already making herself comfortable, lifting the sheets he was under and tucking herself in as if she belonged there.
He smiled as he looked down on her, cast in the light of the moon, so utterly at peace in that moment that Solas too began to feel himself drift once more. He sank onto the cot, one arm going around Taryn's back as he leaned his head in close and whispered. "Ven'era, vhenan."