Firstly, thank you guys for the reviews and the support! I really appreciate it. Just desperately trying to fill my need for fic of this heart wrenching couple, ya feel? So if you have any prompts or ideas, please feel free to throw them at me.
This is just a tiny update because why not.
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Pop.
It had been a week since he'd woken. The world was overwhelming to say the least and for not the first time, he was alone in it. It hardly been a week since he had been disturbed for the second time in his life and he'd been hit by two 'cars', had someone insist on taking something called a 'wallet', and missed a train he wasn't even sure he wanted to take. The people just crammed themselves into the enormous metal tube as if hurtling themselves at ungodly speeds in an unknown direction was natural. Solas remained firmly planted on the subway station bench, refusing to partake in any of the barbarism. He would wait patiently until he could walk into the bizarre replacement for horses like a dignified elvhen god.
Pop.
The bench offered no comfort. He stubbornly sat tall though it was easily the fifth or sixth hour of the endeavor. Several bards had attempted to illicit either a reaction or coin (of which he gave neither) and a few extraordinarily scented individuals tried to do the same. It certainly was not a hole in the sky, but there was a certain chaos that—
Pop.
Solas's eyes snapped to his latest bench companion with the horrifying mouth condition. A thin awful pink substance blew up into a bubble before her lips. Slowly, painstakingly, it grew until it was the size of a flask then—
Pop.
"Would you mind?" He scowled at her, for the first time looking somewhere other than the pink mess. Huge violet-blue eyes peered at him beneath immaculately shaped brows lined with small metal rings. Her hair was a feathered blue black, cut in the traditional style of a warrior, somehow framing perfectly her slender neck and sharply featured face. The dark purple lipstick was unmistakable. Cha'cer.
She sucked the pink substance back between her lips and grinned that lopsided grin he was so sure he'd left thousands of years behind. The single brow raised told him everything he needed to know was coming next. His heart fluttered like it was only now revived from uthenara. Neon nails that had been chewed and picked til they were bloody reached up to shove away the enormous corded device she had blocking her slender ears. He had so many questions. He couldn't look away.
"Let me tell you something, Baldy," she said. It was her voice. Her voice. "I just worked a fucking fourteen hour shift at a fucking dollar store. Do you know what that means, dick-nugget?"
He shook his head. What on earth was a dick-nugget?
"It means I've spent the last fourteen hours of daylight getting called a flat-ear by some shemlen fuck-ups. That means I don't give a flying fuck whether or not you mind. So take your filthy fucking pajamas and find another fucking bench to meditate on or some shit. Fuck, and get some shoes. Ass-hat."
And she said it all with a smile. She'd told him once that she did that just so her enemies knew when she took them down just how little they meant to her. He never thought he'd be thrilled to be on the receiving end but there he was. He was giddy.
"What the fuck are you grinning about?"
Pop.