Do you ever just daydream about long-run Solavellan?
Meetings and partings throughout their life time. Each time revealing new truths, forming closer bonds.
Two souls with paths that keep intersecting, but with duties that separate them.
Passionate nights and promises of one day, all the while knowing one day may never come.
Leaving messages at places when they cannot meet physically.
And reuniting in the Fade whenever possible.
One Day
Solas' eyes crinkled with mirth as Lavellan lamented her first grey hairs. It had been two years since their last meeting. It seemed as she aged that the Inquisitor's words held more weight than ever. She was always being whisked from one city to another, attending political meetings and various social functions. However, she had finally found time to get away and go to Solas at one of their favorite meeting spots: a secluded cave in Crestwood.
"You look beautiful, as always, Vhenan." He soothed her, planting a kiss on her head where she was fussing with the grey hairs.
Lavellan waved away his compliment with her hand, but smiled anyway, pleased. Suddenly, her eyes dropped downward, her expression turning thoughtful.
"What is it?" He asked, taking her hand in his.
"I was thinking... what if I just don't go back?" She suggested, her bright eyes not meeting his. Instead, they anxiously focused on his hand clasped with hers.
Solas said nothing.
"I mean," Lavellan continued, "Things are quiet now, and I have been making arrangements... Solas, I think it's time we-"
Her words were cut off as Solas' lips claimed hers. His arms enveloped her, and she melted into him, sighing happily. After a moment, he broke off.
"Let's go." He told her.
His smile said everything.
Siiiiigh.





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