Hello Everyone,
Just wanting to share with you some fanfics I have written for the Solas thread.
English is not my native langage, so please, bear the few mistakes here and there. I'm really trying to make those disappear.
Enjoy and don't hesitate to post your feedback.
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STUMBLING UPON THE DREAMER
It was always a strange feeling, slightly eerie, to stumble upon Solas as he was asleep. Sleep, yet, it seemed more like a meditation state.
First time it had happened, it was after a long day of fighting ancient corpses and avoiding traps in ancient Elven ruins. She remembered that moment perfectly.
The small group had made camp for night, but the Inquisitor found out during her watch that Solas had disappeared.
She woke up Cassandra to keep watch, then went into the Darkness, to search for him, and somehow, she knew where to find Solas. Earlier, he had looked very fascinated by a room they had explored. It was an ancient ritual chamber, overwhelming you with a sense of lost power and glory.
And of course, Solas was there, his face barely lit by the strange blue glow of the Veilfire emanating from his staff. His eyes were closed, his face very still, and in the deep silence of the room, the Inquisitor was almost sure she could hear him breathing.
His magic was like a small tingling feeling all around her, invisible, yet, all her senses were on the edge, as if the room was both here, and elsewhere. With him.
Then, the feeling disappeared at once, and she knew before seeing his face that he was looking at her.
"Solas, I didn't mean to interrupt you. But you should have told me you were leaving camp". His eerie purple gaze was on her face. She couldn't help but shiver. "I know you're a powerful mage, but no one should roam these ruins alone"
"I didn't mean to worry you. I felt... I felt something calling me here. I sense a hidden power in these walls"
"An enemy?"
He didn't answer at once, but smiled faintly.
"No, something else."
"Care to elaborate?"
"You're always so willing to get to the point" Despite the slight irony in his sentence, he was genuinely smiling.
"And you are always so cryptic..."
"Am I?"
His gaze was still on her face. Deep eyes that looked like they could see through your soul. She knew she should look somewhere else, anywhere else. She couldn't. His eyes were like hypnotizing amethysts.
"Inquisitor? Are you all right?"
Damn, he was now coming closer. The Veilfire light emanating from his staff made shadows play on his angular face. She was mesmerized.
"I... Let's go Solas. We'll come back later here with the group. It's not safe to be apart from the others".
"I see no immediate danger".
Damn. Was the Elf aware of what went through her mind? His eyes, his lips were so... Was he playing with her? Was she becoming mad daydreaming like this in the middle of haunted ruins? Well, couldn't be crazier than actually "sleeping" alone in these ruins.
"What are..." Her words disappeared in thin air, as his face now was only a few inches from hers.
"You know" he whispered "you're a beautiful sight to behold".
She certainly was quite a sight indeed, the powerful Herald of Andraste made doe eyed and speechless... Wait. Did he just say she was beautiful?
"Inquisitor! Solas! Here you are!" Cassandra and Varric stormed into the room. How could she not have heard them coming? "You'd been away for some time, thought you needed some rescue party". The dwarf was smiling broadly... and Solas had already stepped away from her... She knew it. She was cursed.
"Thanks Varric, we were truly lost indeed". Solas' voice was as cool as usual, but the irony was not lost to her.
Maybe, maybe there was still hope.
"Thanks Varric, we were truly lost indeed". Solas' voice was as cool as usual, but the irony was not lost to her.
Maybe, maybe there was still hope.
NIGHT WALK.
In the end, she knew she was utterly and completely afraid of what was to come. And worse, she was afraid of herself.
The void in her, that piece of the Fade stuck in her hand... Was she some sort of abomination now? Would she be able to complete her task? So many thoughts racing in her head.
She sighed and moved her gaze away from the map displayed on the war table, now barely lit by the light of dying candles.
Through the high windows of the room, the moon shone high and bright. She'd been alone for hours. Sometimes, the echo of a guard footsteps rang in the silent fortress.
She lowered her gaze to her hand. The ugly bruise was concealed by her gauntlet. She felt the morbid urge to pull it off.
"You should get some rest." She turned, surprised. Solas was standing near the entrance of the room, half concealed by shadows.
"I'm alright, I was just... thinking that's all. What are you doing here?"
"Just... enjoying the quiet." The Keep was indeed very calm at night, compared to the day tumult."Why don't you come walk with me?"
"Aren't you supposed to be dreaming, talking with spirits and all that?" She jested.
"I may also speak with people this side of the Veil you know." He smirked.
"Right. Let's get out then. I need some fresh air".
They walked side by side, in silence. Oddly enough, it was not the first time they'd happened to be alone like this, together. A strange bond linked them.
A mutual need for silence and calm, to be able to think. Somehow it let them get back all the energy the world around constantly asked of them.
It was a relief to be able to grasp these few precious hours of quiet. Sometimes, they'd just sit in the garden. Sometimes, they'd walk like tonight, in a comfortable silence.
"I know what haunts you". He said. "No one can be prepared to carry the burden on your shoulders."
"Tell me I'm not that easy to read"
"No you're not. I am just used to truly look at the people around me."
"Then, what do you see?" She turned her face towards him, but in the pale moonlight, she couldn't see the expression on his face.
"I see strength. Most would have fled, or become mad. You stay strong and lead us all. No one can ask you more than that."
"But what if I... fail in the end?"
He chuckled soflty.
"Then I'll seek you in the Fade and won't let you rest till you're done."
"Could you even do that?" She stopped walking, looking a bit startled "That would be... disturbing".
"Would it?" His purple eyes were staring at her. "I know a way to ease your burden."
"Will you teach me to be a lucid dreamer, just like you?"
"Not really no..." He was smiling.
She wanted to answer, but a finger was gently pressed on her lips. She stilled, unsettled by the contact, and lift her gaze to meet his amethyst eyes. And when he leant forward to kiss her, she didn't even try to resist.
It felt right and natural. And good. At the moment, he was all that she needed. The soft touch of his lips felt eerie, like in a dream. But the fur of his coat under her fingers was real, just as real as his warmth and the touch of his hands now around her waist.
When their lips finally parted, she stayed in his embrace, savoring the moment.
This was something worth fighting for. A hope of a brighter future in this apocalyptic world.
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