(Been working on this baby for a while and still working on it… But here it goes.💕
⭐QUICK SUMMERY:
This a “Alternate Universe Reincarnation/Time Travel” fan fiction with Solas X Nim as the main couple and my other 2 inquisitors, Yolenia and Revallen. In this au the 3 elves got the anchor split between themselves and all three became Inquisitors)
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Nim awoke from another night of blurry dreams. She always had a hard time remembering, which always left her feeling nostalgic upon awakening.
Slowly she opened her eyes, starring at the ceiling before turning her head to glance about. The sunrise peeked through the edge of the mountains, painting her chamber’s walls with hues of warm yellows and oranges. A sight that always stole her breath since arriving at Skyhold. She pushed off the bed sitting into a upright position. She finally looked over to the right of her, letting her eyes rest upon a familiar figure. Solas, her beloved, lay there with a peaceful look upon his face, possibly wandering the fade. This, too, was a sight that always took her breath away.
She leaned in close to his face and softly stroked his temple with her fingers. She leaned even closer, softly whispered into his ear, “Emma lath*, I shall head out first. Hanin* waits for me.”
As she removed herself from the bed, a hand reached out to her. She looked back at him for a moment before taking his hand. Placing her cheek into his warm palm she closed her eyes and took the warmth they radiated. Upon opening her eyes, she was met with palish icy blue eyes that made her heart throb with a mixture of love, nostalgia, and sadness.
“Ma vhenan*.He’s patient and understanding and if needed, he could roam on his own. No one keeps him reigned…” His voice, like a hoarse whisper, softly echoed about the room. Nim knew this to be true. Hanin the hart, loyal friend and trusted steed, had always been capable of doing things on his own. But it was a special routine they both shared, almost sacred. She pondered but realized she had done so for too long, seeing how her thoughts were interrupted by a tug that sent her towards Solas.
She landed on his chest which was bare and exposed. Noticing such sight reminded her of the night before. The group had celebrated another trip of fighting against the Red Templars and closing another fade rift. A few uncertain drinks made by Iron Bull had managed to let her get too relaxed. Having trouble walking herself back to her designated quarters, she was escorted by Solas. Which led to a huge drunken urge to push him down and strip him of his clothing. But like any other time, Solas managed to calm her down before anything further happened. Showering her instead with gentle kisses. She felt ashamed of the thought; her clan had taught them not to act on unruly urges. But her mind had been full of one thing and one thing only, Solas.
“Solas…” she spoke softly waiting for a response.
“Yes?” he said resting his arm around her shoulders.
“I keep having those dreams again. The ones I don’t seem to recall anything once I wake” she continued. “Most dreams I have I tend to remember, even the ones I have in the fade. But these… they feel different, like I’ve felt them before… Almost like I’ve lived them. But every time, once morning comes, I forget.” Nim says finally letting her thoughts be heard. She had spoken about this to Solas before, but she never divulged all of the details.
Solas lay in silence, allowing himself to think, letting the words brew in his mind. After a few moments in silence and the pleasant stroking of Nim’s crow colored hair, he spoke. “I can’t seem to think of anything that could explain this. But there is a way to see what you dream of, although the process is rough on the dreamer. It is Elvhen magic,” he finished saying, glancing a bit down towards her who still layed upon his warm chest. Even though she faced away from him she knew he was looking in her direction.
“Then that’s the only way for me to find out what I dreamed of. Give me till tonight, I shall arrange for the garden to be left to our uses only.” Nim lifted her head from his chest and glancing towards him. She took in every detail of his face; his dimple above his left eyebrow to his slightly sunken cheekbones, even how the sun glistened on his soft hairless head. Smiling, she softly planted a kiss on his lips, secretly wishing to leave more of her with him. “But, alas I must go now. Even if Hanin is patient the Inquisition is not.”
With quick and graceful movements she got ready and headed down the few flights of steps that lead to the main hall of Skyhold. Before she opened the door, she called out once more “At lath ma, Solas!”*