Solas x Lavellan Oneshot
The library was as quiet as always, Solas couldn’t help but notice, turning the page of his book. When the Inquisitor had said that they could choose whichever room they liked, the elven apostate was quick to pick the dusty abode. Not many came into the library, not unless there was a book one needed or if they just needed to hide from a certain seeker (she always managed to find them anyways, much angrier than when she first started looking for them).
Solas loved the quiet. It was much easier to think when there wasn’t the usual hustle and bustle going on around him (to think that he calls it “the usual” is a testament to how much he’s changed). Once upon a time, he would have withdrawn from the expectations of this place’s society for longer periods of time. Now though, he is wroth to admit that he’s gotten used to it. The horror!
The corners of his lips turned upwards at the thought. It was most likely due to a certain female elven Inquisitor who had a tendency to seek him out whenever he would disappear. Instead of insisting that he spend time with the group of people (more like children, if you asked him) that she had brought together, Irayna Lavellan instead would pester him with other things; his knowledge on the Fade being one of them.
If you were to ask Solas what he thought of the other mage several months ago, he would say that he was intrigued. As time passed however, that intrigue changed into a burning loyalty. The Inquisitor shared many of his views and would often come to him for advice. In addition, whenever she would ask him a question, her eyes would light up like a child receiving a gift when he would answer. He found himself having to restrain the laughter that this would usually bring. It was, dare he say it, kind of cute.
I guess you could say that he did take a bit of a fancy to the Inquisitor. Who wouldn’t? Solas knew for a fact that he wasn’t the only one; the Bull for one wasn’t exactly subtle (though the elven apostate had a feeling it was mostly lust combined with respect). Then there was also Cullen, Sera, as well as a few others… He wasn’t sure what to think, what with the fact that she didn’t seem to notice.
If anything, Irayna Lavellan was observant, extremely so. It probably had to do with the fact that she was Dalish. Solas doubted that she wouldn’t have noticed, what with Bull watching her as she walked (and not even hiding the fact), Sera always grabbing onto her (grapple hugging was apparently a thing, at least in Sera’s diction, to show affection. He didn’t really see the appeal), and Cullen glancing at her before his gaze would quickly dart away, a blush dusting his cheeks (something which Cole had once commented on, making the blush redden even more). It was impossible not to notice, and if he knew his leader, she was anything but blind to the affections of her followers.
And he liked to think that he knew her pretty well.
If anything, he could actually see her milking it for all it was worth, something of which he wasn’t too sure about what to think. When she would use her status as Herald of Andraste to milk for the other benefits that came with the title, Solas would admit that he did find it rather amusing. Especially since the person in question didn’t seem to notice that they were being conned. But when it came to relationships within the confines of Skyhold, he knew nothing. He doubted that she would, though who knows?
He blinked, coming to the realization that his eyes weren’t actually reading the words on the page. With a sigh, he picked up the white ribbon that he used as a book mark and stuck it in before closing the book and placing it onto the table in front of him. With that, he leaned back into the soft cushioning of the sofa, his gaze travelling to the ceiling.
Before promptly blanching in surprise.
The look on his face made Irayna Lavellan, who was leaning over him and staring directly into his eyes, grin and laugh that laugh that reminded Solas of tinkling bells. He frowned, trying to keep the tiny smile from slipping onto his face. It wasn’t working.
“I fail to see what’s so amusing about this.”
“Oh I don’t know about that, it seems pretty funny to me.” Solas rolled his eyes, as Lavellan moved to sit beside him on the couch.
“Is there something you needed Inquisitor?”
“I’m hiding from Cass.” She grinned sheepishly. Solas raised an eyebrow at this.
“Why?”
“She’s trying to get me to do work; something about important documents that need my attention.”
“And you decided to come here to hide?” She gave a nod. With an amused snort, Solas grabbed the book from off the table and turned back to the page he had marked. The ribbon fell onto the sofa between them. Lavellan leaned over, curiously glancing at the book in his hands.
“What are you reading?”
“A book on the history of the Anderfels, I found it among the stacks over there. It’s rather interesting,” Solas replied, nodding to the pile of the books beside the closest book shelf. The elven apostate felt the sofa shift as Lavellan stood and went over to look. He felt himself glancing over at her, watching as she moved out of the corner of his eye. She shifted through the pile, carefully looking at each book’s title before setting them down once more. His attention returned to the book in his hands, yet he found himself glancing back over to the Inquisitor as she searched for a book to read.
“Aha!” She held up a book to the light shining in through one of the upper windows, triumphant grin on her face.
“What is it?” Solas felt an amused smirk coming onto his face as he watched her excitement. She bounced back over to him, holding the book out in front of her so that he could read the title.
“I’ve been looking for this book forever!” she exclaimed, hugging the copy of Songs & Poetry: Complete Collector’s Edition to her chest. Solas raised an eyebrow.
“I did not know that you liked poetry.”
“Well….” She was blushing. Solas admittedly found it adorable. “I had found a really old copy of the book in my office; it was buried underneath a ton of other things, but it was there. I couldn’t exactly read any it, so I sold it to some of the merchants when we stopped at Redcliff. Then, a few days later, Leliana was exchanging a few tales with Varric, that she said came from this book so….”
“So naturally, you were interested,” Solas finished. Lavellan gave a nod. She came over and sat beside him on the sofa once more and opened the book to a random page. The two sat together, silently reading.
A few hours later, Solas let out a soft groan and tiredly rubbed his eyes. Had he fallen asleep? It would seem so. As he slowly came to, he realized that he felt a small weight upon his shoulder. He turned to see Lavellan leaning against him, fast asleep. With a soft smile, the elven apostate gently laid the Inquisitor down on the couch and took his big fur coat off to lay it on top of her. Then, he took her book and marked her place with his white ribbon. He placed the book on the table beside his own before turning to leave. However, he paused before turning back. Solas leaned over the sleeping woman’s form and gave a soft kiss to her forehead before straightening and leaving.
Lavellan opened one eye to watch as Solas left. She reached over to the book on the table and pulled out the white ribbon. With a smile, she closed her eyes, hugging the ribbon close, the warmth of Solas’ fur coat finally lulling her back to sleep.
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