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That night, leaving Ellana in Crestwood required all of Solas' willpower, and if he had lingered next to her for another moment, if he'd let her touch him just once more… he would probably have let everything go and give in into his feelings for her.
Ever since that night, he knew nothing would be the same. It was the point of no return and he should keep his distance from the inquisitor. And so it was for a few days, until a last-minute expedition came up, and the ones that would go with the choosen of Andraste were Dorian, the Iron Bull and Solas, who was true to his word and would continue helping her prepare for the final battle against Corypheus, despite how painful and difficult it could be. And it was.
A group of Venatori ambushed the party on their way to Adamant fortress, leaving them rather injured, with no potions and barely able to move around. Without a second thought, Dorian hurried to assist the now Tal-Vashoth, with whom he appeared to have a more than friendly relationship for a couple weeks now. The situation, left Ellana and her warrior strength wit no other choice but to help Solas walk.
And so, they both allowed themselves to linger so close to each other for one last time, having the perfect excuse to touch once again. The mage's arm around the girl's shoulder, while she held him by the waist to have a better grip, in case he was about to fall; his leg was injured and he seemed quite weak.
As if it was a silent agreement between the two of them, they slowly walked towards the inquisition camp, stretching time as much as they could and prolonging their contact as if it was their las moment together. Ellana enjoyed Solas' scent, which reminded her of her childhood spent in the woods, but also of the kisses they shared. Meanwhile, he enjoyed feeling her in his arms once again. When they arrived to the camp, they might have lingered like that more than necessary; the inquisitor insisted on taking him to the medical tent, and he didn't argue.
Dorian was the first one who noticed the sudden change of attitude when both elves' exchanged gazes. The inquisitor began to avoid walking through the rotunda where Solas usually was, and when she did, they greeted each other with a rather cold demeanor. Both of their glances seemed sad. When she turned her back or when she wasn't looking, the mage's eyes lingered on Ellana with nostalgia and longing countenance. Sometimes, it seemed as if the tears that were about to fall from her eyes would remain there forever. As the good friend Dorian was, more often than not, he tried to take her for a walk or sometimes to the tavern in Skyhold, but not before throwing a disproving look towards the elven mage, who was causing the inquisitor so much pain.
Solas' thoughts were almost a nightmare during those final days. He felt guilty for letting his feelings and desire take over him, and the bitterness that his plans brought along, made his heart harden and his words cold, so methodic and distant when he spoke with the inquisitor, trying not to use her name, much less call her vhenan, to set distance between them.
Uncertainty began to invade Ellana's mind, without knowing what would happen after defeating Corypheus, what might come next or any future plans. She was still in love with Solas, and she knew he shared her feelings, even though he was good at hiding them, but there was something she could never decipher, at least not in that moment. And it must be something so but and important that would make him end it all and walk away like he did.
Solas became distant, but he also began to frequent Skyhold's tavern at night to have supper. He only shared the inquisitor's table when other companions were around, and Cole used to be their secret accomplice when they lingered for a little while after dinner, even when the rest of their friends already left. The lad used his abilities to get into their minds and discovered that, if he was still there, they would have a valid excuse to stay together for a little while. Nevertheless, those nights always came to an end when either Cole or someone else retired for the night, and wo Solas and Ellana's glances crossed for one last time, their presence wouldn't linger more than necessary.
They silently said goodbye and one last thought lingered on their minds and hearts: maybe in another world…
Author's note: This is the final parto of this fanfic. Sorry it took so long to upload the final chapter, I had so many things to finish at work, my studies, and then took a small vacation. But not it's done. I hope you liked it.
I always enjoy Solavellan romance, even if it break my heart everytime.