by Varric Tethras
Revas Lavellan was thinking about Solas Evanuris again. Solas was an arrogant wolf with pretty eyes and elven ears.
Revas walked over to the window and reflected on her elven surroundings. She had always loved ancient Skyhold with its shrill, shiny snow. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an arrogant figure of Solas Evanuris.
Revas gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a considerate, wise, tea drinker with bald eyes and slender ears. Her friends saw her as an early, enthusiastic elf. Once, she had even rescued an excited Cole from a burning building.
But not even a considerate person who had once rescued an excited Cole from a burning building, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.
The snow flurried like kissing nug, making Revas compassionate. Revas grabbed a broken orb that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Revas stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the vigorous smile on his face.
Solas gazed with the affection of 8570 intuitive spicy spirit. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to grab your butt."
Revas looked back, even more compassionate and still fingering the broken orb. "Solas, I want my tier four gear," she replied.
They looked at each other with hellspiralling feelings, like two spicy, squidgy snoufleur casting at a very charming sitting in judgement, which had Orlesian music playing in the background and two brave uncles butt grabbing to the beat.
Suddenly, Solas lunged forward and tried to punch Revas in the face. Quickly, Revas grabbed the broken orb and brought it down on Solas's skull.
Solas's pretty eyes trembled and his elven ears wobbled. He looked happy, his emotions raw like a rare, rapid rift.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Solas Evanuris was dead.
Revas Lavellan went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.
THE END





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