My bracelet broke today so now I'm kind of just staring at my wrist, it feels almost naked without it, and it's a heavy bugger too. It feels weird
Also, Merrill! I have no idea how to write characters that aren't my own.
That was Solas' voice; my eyes shot to the tent flap, an elven woman-Dalish by the looks of her- had poked her head in.
"Oh, I didn't wake you did I? Trevelyan asked me to make sure you were awake before 'she dumped the entire river on their heads'." Her imitation of Trevelyan's voice was… surprisingly accurate and hilarious.
"Then we'd best hurry before she drowns us." She left us to our own devices, I reluctantly sat up, and lifted myself off of him; I ran a hand through my hair. Attempting to ignore the pain in my head, it wasn't easy as it hurt like fucking hell.
"You know, Solas, I think you should rethink exploring the Fade. You'd make a killing as a professional pillow." Oh do not start, Omega, you'd never be able to back out.
"I'm sure you say that to all the boys." He laughed as I pulled off my night shirt and pulled on the white long sleeved blouse I'd acquired in Redcliffe. He helped me adjust the buckles holding the bloody thing together.
"I can't help it if I'm surrounded by handsome elves such as you all the time." I threw on my coat; apparently our camp had been visited by several city elves and a few Dalish over night. Trevelyan was talking with the Dalish who had been in our tent minutes before, deciding to go meddle in their affairs I jogged over to them.
"Ah, so you're finally awake, had your share of fun last night?" Trevelyan grinned at me with an eyebrow raised; I kept my face void of any emotion.
"I've no idea what you mean, Lady Inquisitor, I slept like a rock."
"Oh please, we see how you two look at each other."
"We talk a lot, usually when you're talking with someone it is polite to make eye-contact, surely a noble woman such as yourself would know this, Lady Trevelyan."
"It's not just when you talk, haven't you noticed? Sometimes he just stares." Staring? Probably nothing, more than likely its nothing,
"You sound like a child!" I rolled my eyes at her and turned my attention to the Dalish woman who seemed content to just watch the elven children playing.
"Anyway, this is Merrill she's been keeping these Elven refugees out of the sight of the Templars. You'll remember that I sent her to interrupt any strenuous activities you and Solas were doing."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Merrill, how long have you been caring for these refugees?"
"Since Kirkwall, I wasn't able to stay with Hawke forever."
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It scares me how easily I slip into Thedas here, there's no confusion there's no anger or questions why. Am I losing myself to Thedas? Will I be able to go back?
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Merrill and her group were soon on their way, and we soon arrived in Val Royeaux. I marvelled at the beauty of the city, and the masks that the Orlesians wore. It was amazing.
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I sat with Dorian, Solas and Trevelyan during the early morning at her parent's friend's holiday home, and at the moment I was arguing with Dorian and Solas.
"I am not a boy!"
"Well…" Solas
"Last I checked I had the reproductive organs of a female thus I am a female and thus a woman!"
"Some women identify as a man." Dorian
"I'm wearing a skirt."
"If you think about it, a skirt is just one leg of a pair of pants," sound reasoning there Dorian. I felt my smile grow to a grin.
"So where's the other leg?"
"Someone else is wearing it." Solas seemed to see where I was getting at, the tips of his ears a bright red.
"Omega…"
"So you could say I'm in someone's pants?" I laughed, like, a giggle snort laugh. Dorian groaned and Solas buried his head in his hands, his ears a lovely shade of red, Trevelyan rolled her eyes at me and I still sat there laughing.
"One day, Omega, one day you will find a man who will laugh at your jokes," Dorian said.
"I think I have all the man I need."
"Oh you know me, my dear, I'm not one to be tied down." he said flippantly.
"Oh I don't know about that, dearest." I raised my eyebrows suggestively at him, before leaning back in the large arm chair. The room was brilliant, the walls were a bright blue, and a red decorative cupboard where cutlery sets were on display was next to the northern wall. Paintings hung on the walls, of who I assumed were the current owners, they seemed like nice people; they'd managed to smile the whole time they'd been painted. Whether that was for vanity or the artist was on friendly terms with them and wanted them to appear friendly was anyone's guess.
The chair was comfortable too; I stroked the arm softly with my fingers, very soft I could fall asleep in it.
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A hand shook my shoulder, and I opened my eyes groggily, Solas stood over me a hand went to my forehead.
"Solas? What… what time is it?" I asked, I lifted myself up from the chair and almost fell on my face if Solas hadn't been there to steady me I would have fallen asleep on the floor, not the first time either.
"Just after midday, Trevelyan and I got concerned when you didn't join us for the luncheon with those Orlesian nobles, so I made something for you." I looked at the food he had placed on the small table that the armchairs sat in a circle around, I blushed.
"Oh, Solas, you didn't have to get me anything, I could have made something myself, you didn't need to go to all this trouble." I felt embarrassed.
"Of course I'd do this, Lethallan." I smiled at him.
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I had dragged Solas to the enormous library I had found, the book cases went up to the ceiling which was so tall.
I had instantly gone to any fiction books, though it'd be more practical of me to read up on history and how to act in Thedas but… novels. A small book grabbed my attention; I brushed the dust off of the cover.
Her skirts of Thunder, interesting, I kept searching through the aisles, Solas found me an hour or so later surrounded by a fortress of books.
"I'd expected to find you with the history books," he picked up a book from one of the piles surrounding me.
"Why research history when I have you, Solas? I could never replace you, why I'd cry myself to sleep every night without you." I grinned up at him, he offered a hand to pull me up and I accepted.
"What're you reading?"
"I was about to start Her Skirts of Thunder, it sounds interesting."
"Ah, I believe I've heard the tale."
"Could you tell me? We need to be back at the house soon and I doubt the book would survive long in a house with Trevelyan."
"I'd be glad to."
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We were lying on my bed, Solas stroking my hair. I settled my head on his shoulder, more than eager to hear his version of the story.
"From what I remember of the tale once there was a powerful magister whose abilities bordered on godhood, but his favoured school was that of storms. He could summon storms with barely a thought, but to his eyes they were not true storms, they were pale shadows compared to the true thing. So he searched the Fade for a way to make them as beautiful and dangerous as a true storm, in his wanderings he came across an elven slave girl who danced with the spirits themselves. When she danced, even in the pale version the fade brought him, her feet and skirts imitated the sounds of thunder perfectly. At first he was angry with the very thought of her, how dare she be able to perfect storms when he could not? But night after night he felt drawn to her, as she danced with spirits of compassion, love and hope. Drawn to her just as the spirits were.
But one night the spirits around her became aware of him and made her cease her dancing, he was angry at the spirits and thought to strike them from the very Fade. Though she was but a slave and he a magister, she stopped him from killing her friends, she knew why he was here for he had shouted it to the heavens, she swore that if he'd dare to touch the spirits she'd cut her own feets off and burn them. There would be no more thunder dancing from her, he fell to his knees, and begged her not to do so. For he had grown to love her, he knew not the person she was he only loved the thunder her skirts and feet made.
She grew even angrier at him, she knew that he loved her skill not her, she turned from him and awoke. When he too awoke he swore that he'd have her for himself even if it meant taking her by force, so he searched for her, and when he found her she fled into the forests and hills. He chased after her, always a step behind her; she found a secret place dedicated to her own gods, though whether they were Elven, the Maker or the Old Gods is uncertain. She prayed to be free to dance with her friends again.
And so the gods answered, they turned her to the sky, but the magister had found his way to her even then. She tried to flee but couldn't so instead she danced, her dancing summoned storm clouds like you have never seen, her tears became the rain, her anger the lightning and her dancing the thunder. The magister fled in fear but the storm would have him whether he willed it or not.
Creating the storm bled the life from her, and in her last moments the gods turned her into a constellation of stars, to forever dance." His voice was soft, velvety smooth, addictive- oh creators where are these thoughts coming from? - By now his arms were wrapped around me tightly, he rested his chin on my shoulder.
"Thank you for sharing that with me, Solas."
"It is my pleasure, Lethallan," he whispered in my ear, I smiled.
"Solas, might I ask one more thing of you?"
"Name it, Lethallan."
"I want to get to know you better."
"Of course, Lethallan, perhaps we should go somewhere more interesting than here."
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Haven, it'd definitely grown on me, though it was still cold.
"Why here?" I'd echo everything a Lavellan would say even if it meant my life.
"Haven is familiar. It will always be important to you."
"We've talked about this already."
He lead us into the dungeon, I glanced at the cell where I'd been kept for the shortest amount of time.
"You'll remember that I was beside you while you slept, studying you for how you arrived here."
"Then you entered my dreams."
"Then I entered your dreams, I ran every test I could come up with, searched the Fade for answers, yet nothing was to be found. I almost believed that Cassandra would have followed through with the threats she made while I studied the Inquisitor's Anchor."
"Don't worry; Cassandra is like that with everyone." He chuckled, I win!
"Yes," we left the dungeons, and stood a few meters away from the chantry's doors "I'd almost thought you'd never wake up, how could you? A mortal sent physically from the Fade with no Anchor? I was- once again- frustrated and frightened; any spirits I would have asked had fled in fear of the Breach. Even the Inquisitor seemed to doubt me, I resigned myself to flee, should the need arise. "
"And where would you go?"
"Somewhere far away I might study the Breach for some other way to close it in case the Anchor failed," I raised an eyebrow and cocked my hip, "I never said that it was a good plan."
"Then you went into my dreams? Couldn't you have given me a good shake?" he didn't speak for a while, "you didn't actually try that did you?"
"I was desperate," I laughed, the great constantly calm hedge mage Solas trying to shake someone awake. Priceless, I need a drawing of that.
"You are a treasure, Solas."
"When you woke I felt the whole world change." My heart melted, seriously.
"'felt the whole world change'?" I smiled at him, stepping closer.
"A figure of speech,"
"I'm utterly aware of the metaphor; I'm insanely interested in felt."
"You… change everything." I was right next to him now, he looked away from me.
"Sweet talker," I murmured, before my courage could leave me, I grabbed his jaw-not hard enough to hurt him- turned his face towards me and kissed him. His mouths was unyielding against my own, I broke away quickly and turned to run away in complete utter shame. When he grabbed my arm, shaking his head at me he pulled me back, his lips captured mine easily enough for there was no resistance-nor would there ever be- he tasted and smelled like peppermint and cinnamon. He pulled away all too quickly, and then we were right back at it, damn straight.
"We shouldn't, it isn't right, not even here."
"Not even- oh godamnit, this isn't even real."
"That's a matter up for debate, probably best discussed after you," he leaned in closer; he had this cheeky little grin on his stupid handsome ass face "wake up."
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I shot straight up gasping with a hand placed over my heart, I flopped back down.
"One of these days, he will give me a heart attack." I grumbled, and then smiled when I thought about our first, second and third kiss. "When I find you Solas I will love you, then I will end you before you kill me." I stumbled out of my bed, I opened the window just a crack it was barely morning and Solas was a late riser. So there'd be no chance of me attacking him from behind for a few hours yet.
Fin! Soon it's to be Christmas! Then I'll have a special surprise waiting! (probably)