Modern Arlathan/Government town AU
I don’t know how this happened.... or if I’m going to do anything else with it. But I kind of like the idea so I might.
Mostly I’m posting this as a ‘hey! I’m still here!’
I had some trouble figuring out how to format the texts in tumblr, but hopefully it didn’t seem too confusing.
Solas sat in the back of the meeting room, his pen tapping absently on the notebook in front of him. He had long since stopped paying attention to the battle of wills that was taking place across the table from him. Today’s participants were Ghilan’nain and June. The argument had started out as something about environmental protection vs industrialization but it had long since devolved into personal insults and grudges from eons past.
He felt a slight buzz in the pocket of his suit jacket and he inched his phone out slowly to peek at it. If anyone complained he would remind them that unlike the majority of his fellow rulers, he actually worked in his office and intersected with the people in his ministry. Perhaps this was his assistant giving him an out.
The name hat came up was not his assistant. It was in fact only slightly less annoying than the people in the room with him now.
Felassen:
Has the vein on Elgar’nan’s head started pulsing yet?
Solas hid a snort of laughter as he read hat his friend said.
Solas:
Not yet.. oh wait, there it goes.
F:
Right on schedule. He really needs to loosen up.
S:
That may be, but I will not be the one to suggest it.
F:
Speaking of loosening up….
F:
I haven't even said anything yet!
S:
Last time you said I needed to loosen up you set me up with that girl from HR.
F:
I thought she was very nice.
S:
She was 20!!! It was embarrassing.
F:
Alright, alright. So 20’s too young. What about early 30’s?
S:
Felassan, what have you done?
F:
I RSVPed for you to come to a little get together tonight at the anchor and crown. The taxi will pick you up in 30 min.
S:
That doesn’t even give me time to go back to the office….
F:
And i’m coming with the taxi and if you don’t come down I will come up and tell all my f the E’s about the girl from HR.
S:
They would never believe you.
F:
Attachment downloading
Solas sucked in a breath as he saw the blurry photos. Clearly they were taken from a distance but they pearly showed Solas and the young 20 year old. Her skirt had ridden up as she tried to paw at him in what her youthful mind must have hopped was seductive. Solas had tried to get away in as dignified a major as possible. In the photos youth it looked less like he was trying to get away and more like he was trying to lead her somewhere. Spirits, this was bad.
S:
Who took those photos?! !!
F:
Relax, it was just me on my phone. No paparazzi. I wouldn't do that to you.
S:
But you will use them to blackmail me to come to a party?
F:
Trust me, this is in your own best interest.
Taxi will be there in 20. Better be waiting.
Solas stared at the texts for a moment, trying to decide what he should do. With a sigh he tucked the phone back into his pocket and looked back towards where his family was still arguing. Mythal sat next to Elgar’nan at the head of the table, rubbing at her temple with one hand. Falon’Din and Dirthamen sat off to one side, whispering and snickering with each other. June and Ghilan’nain and Andruil were still arguing while Sylaise looked at her nails with a bored expression.
But when Solas pushed back his chair and stood up everyone stopped and turned to him.
“Fen’Harel,” Mythal said raising an eyebrow. The question was not voiced but was implicit.
“I have another meeting to attend.” Solas said as he put his unused notebook into his briefcase.
Mythal said nothing, but the small nod of her head told Solas that he had her approval. Solas didn’t look at any of the others as he closed the door of the meeting room behind him.
With a nod at the young man attending the front desk Solas let himself out and took the elevator down to the ground floor. When he exited the elevator he saw Felassan leaning by the security desk. Felassan gave him a wide grin.
“Glad to see I didn’t have to intrude and drag you out of there.” Felassan chuckled, “I do try and avoid the Evanuris as much as I can.”
“You realize that I am an Evanuris.” Solas said as he walked towards the door, Felassan falling in step with him.
“Are you really?” Felassan asked with faux shock. “I had no idea.”
Solas only rolled his eyes. Felassan pointed at a taxi that was sitting out front and the two climbed in. After Felassan had given the driver the address and settled back into his seat, Solas turned to him.
“So, who is it this time?” Solas asked with a frown.
“What do you mean?” Felassan smirked.
“I mean, who are you trying to set me up with this time.” Solas retorted.
Felassan didn’t bother denying anything, he only grinned cheekily at him. “New project manager for Arts and Culture. Legs for days.” He waggled his eyebrows at Solas as he smirked.
“Why on earth did Mythal ever decide that you were the right person to head up HR?” Solas grumbled. “She would be devastated to know that you are using it to try and be a matchmaker.”
“Who says she doesn’t already know?” Felassan laughed.
Solas frowned and looked down at his business suit. “I will be a bit overdressed for a pub.” He said, straightening his tie.
“Relax, it’s mostly other gov workers who go there. Most of them will have just come from the office too.” Felassan said batting his hand away.
“So what pretext did you use to get this mystery worman there this time?” Solas sighed, at this point it wasn’t worth trying to persuade Felassan to change his mind.
“Easy,” Felassan said with a wink, “I persuaded her Director to organize a welcome party.”
I have a few other ideas for this. Maybe I will keep puttering on them. I’m having trouble getting in the head space for ‘A Soul on Fire’, but I am still tinkering at it, don’t despair!
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