Solas x Reader (Unnamed, Inquisitor, other)
The man places the little one down and secures him in warmth and safety. The small form whose tiny fists curls as he lets out a big yawn. Eyes tightly closing and remains shut as the older man lightly brushes over his small tufts of hair. The man begins to sing.
It was not a male’s voice he heard, but that of a female’s.
He was sat in his bed, a woman sitting behind him smiling. “Solas, it’s time for bed.” She had said softly.
With a frown upon his face that caused his eyebrows to furrow he lay obediently. With eyes droopping, he stifles a yawn as the melodic voice lulls him to sleep.
But I will hold you here.
In a new setting everything is black.
He hears the voice call to him as the scenery takes shape. He is not frightened, after all, he has been here before. The familiarity encompasses him as he sets for a new adventure.
Where will you go, little one
Seek truth in a forgotten land
A place once forgotten. Reborn and to be explored again.
Knowledge of forgotten truth seeps into conscious mind through that of the embodied land succumbed by the same fate.
Lost is he, not in this world, but the waking. To him, both worlds are the same, but to the those he encounters, with which they wedge a divide and have labelled sentients according to status.
To the young elf, it is those not embodied where he finds solace. Sharing his joy and sorrows, they rejoiced, and mourn with him.
Times will have become harder before the boy grew to a young man. A young man of which is called again to the waking world by no less than a restriction of imagination and lands not travelled.
Lands of travelled and hardships found a new problem a mere apostate cannot fix alone. But fate brought forth a magic not seen, not in the waking world, not even the fade. Affections not passed but strengthened, where two eventually become three.
He is brought back to the here and now, the female voice is gone and has been overwritten by his own masculine one.
He hoped his sleeping son could still hear his voice calling to him. When questions are answered and truth of old found, he would know of a life that awaits him when he is home again.
“I love that song. You sang it beautifully, Solas.” The elf simply turns and smiles sadly.
“I didn’t expect you to be home so early, Ma vhenan.” Is all he can manage with a mind trying to reach one not unlike his was.
A sentiment of nostalgia is etched into the heart of his lover, “My mother used to sing me that song.” She says to the man still looking at the small sleeping form.
Solas turns to his love, finally leaving the youngster’s mind to do as will, a smile ever so slight graces his lips, “So did mine.”
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