Happy Friday!! Here a prompt: Ghilara Lavellan/Solas and bloodied lip
Ghilara Lavellan/Solas | T | ~500 words
Solas had been pacing ever since he had heard the news of the ambush. Ghilara and her party had been attacked by red templars on the road. Reports had been filtering in: multiple caravans had been sent off the road and over a cliff, the red templars had been entrenched in a stronghold which had allowed arrows to rain down upon the procession.
It was infuriating. Only Cassandra's tacit reminders that whatever had happened had, by now, happened, kept him from rushing to find a horse. Would that he had his original strength, he would have shifted into a wolf to find her and know she was safe.
But he could not, and so instead he was in a room with others of the inner circle, wearing a hole in the floor.
There were footsteps outside and then a click of the door. All eyes in the room turned to it. Ghilara entered, lip cut and sweat sticking her hair to her forehead like a halo. She looked sheepish and opened her mouth to say something to the little, and very worried welcome party.
Solas couldn't even muster up his usual reserve as he saw her come in. He crossed the room in four long strides. He took her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers, bearing down on her with the intensity of a summer storm. Ghilara scrabbled at his shoulders for balance, but did nothing to break the kiss.
He could taste the iron tang of blood on his tongue as her mouth opened into a sigh. The cut on her lip was still fresh and he worried at it with his mouth, worshiping her lower lip as if he could close it just like that.
Eventually Ghilara had to just about shove him off her, gasping for air. She looked up at him, cheeks red, eyes wide and kiss-drunk, chest rising and falling heavily as though she had just run a mile.
Suddenly aware of all eyes in the room being upon the two of them Solas retreated, taking a step back from her. "I- that is- we had not heard word as to your safety."
There was a deep cough from behind Ghilara and Solas realised they were blocking the door. Blackwall was looking at them amused and Varric like he had just won a bet. Dorian looked unimpressed, muttering as he passed them, "oh get a room." He looked Solas up and down then shook his head; evaluating Ghilara's choice and finding it wanting.
Ghilara smirked and glanced over her shoulder at him. She took Solas' hand in hers and squeezed it. "I think I actually like torturing you with public displays of affection. It's fun."
Dorian rolled his eyes and with as much haughty dignity as a single person could manage, stepped past them further into the room.
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