Hap fri!!!! For some Solavellan this week I've got 2 options. "Person A: “You should ask someone else. There’s no happy ending with me.”Person B: “I still want to hear it.” from The Fall prompts, or "every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you." (hear me out. Solas' besotted *dareth shiral* every time you talk to him) from it's all about the yearning
For you! Some sadness >:D for @dadrunkwriting
Virelan stumbled into the rotunda, all curses and clumsy knees and elbows. She tried not to look at the Fade expert at his desk at the center of the room -- even meeting his eyes felt like accepting a knife between her ribs.
But she longed, and she missed, and she couldn't stay away.
"Inquisitor, it is long past nightfall. I must request that --"
She ignored him and made her meandering way towards the chaise at the edge of the room, shoved awkwardly as it was against the curved wall. She slumped into it and lowered her face into her hands.
"You are drunk, Inquisitor."
"You used to call me vhenan whenever I came in here," she found herself sniffling, mortified at the choked sound of her own voice.
His voice was closer when he spoke again, but still at a respectable distance. She knew he'd have his hands clasped tightly behind his back if she looked up at him. She kept her eye trained on the floor.
"Allow me to call someone to assist you to your chambers. Perhaps Dorian is still awake."
"He was drinking with me. Harding was telling us stories."
A sigh. "I cannot, Inquisitor."
Virelan scrubbed her hands over her face. She felt her prosthetic shift in her eye socket as she ground her fist against the scarring there. "Just... talk to me a bit. You're here anyway. I can't sleep."
She felt warmth first, then felt the chaise sag slightly. He was so close that she could've touched him -- but fear that she would spook him away again caught her breath in her throat.
"Tell me of your journeys in the Fade. I miss your stories."
Solas's sigh was so beleaguered that she could feel it waft against her cheek. She kept her one eye clenched shut, but even if she'd been staring at the floor she wouldn't have seen him in her peripheral view. He sat conveniently in her blind spot, just as he always had.
"You should ask someone else," he said, so quietly she found herself leaning closer to hear him. "There is no happy ending with me."
Her heart thudded in her ribcage, threatening with every pulse to break in two. She struggled to speak.
"I still want to hear it," she finally said. "Tell me about the old ruins you explored."
His pause was so long that Virelan began to wonder if he'd slipped away. But the chaise creaked when he shifted slightly, and the warmth of his body came nearer, and he began with a hum and a familiar, almost nostalgic air to his voice.
"I found an ancient dwarven thaig no longer sheltered by the Stone..."
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