And now with an added drabble, just in case you weren’t sad enough already.
“I suspect you have questions.”
Solas didn’t turn at the footsteps, he had been several steps ahead of the Inquisitor throughout the entire chase through the eluvians. He had given himself time to stop and steel his heart for what he knew he must do, for the final goodbye he knew must be said.
At the unexpected sound of Cole’s voice, Solas turned in place. There, sure enough, was the spirit in the form of a young boy. A young boy standing before him, holding a limp body in his arms.
“Always searching, hoping.” Cole stepped forward slightly, “’What did I do wrong?’”
Solas’ mouth was dry, he felt as if all the air in the world had been taken from him all at once. He looked from the dried blood on Ashae’s mouth to the deep red bandage covering the stump of her left arm, and down to her lifeless legs shifting with every movement of Cole’s steps.
‘She can’t be. She was supposed to come and find me. She was going to be okay.’
His eyes burned and he blinked rapidly, swallowing hard to stop the bile he felt rising in his throat as Cole knelt down to gently place the body of the Inquisitor on the ground.
“’He’ll save me from the mark, just like before.’”
There was no stopping the tears now, not when Solas wanted nothing more than to shout and scream at the world, at everything that had taken Ashae away from him. At himself, who had caused yet another life to be lost.
“’Ma vhenan. Ma sa’lath. He loves me.’” Cole’s voice was barely more than a whisper as he gently ran his hand on Ashae’s face, smoothing out the lines of pain that must have been left during her final breaths.
“’He loves me. He’ll save me.’”
Solas took a step closer, and then another, splashing through the water until he reached her side. Cole leaned back on his heels, making way for Solas as the mage kneeled and pulled the Inquisitor’s body into his arms. He buried his head in her hair, her neck, her chest, begging all spirits, gods, anyone who would listen to bring her back. Under the blood and sweat, and through the sobs racking his body until his breath came out in gasps, he could smell the familiar scent of her hair and her skin that was cool to his touch.
All the things he was going to say, all the words he had carefully arranged in his head to explain to Ashae why they couldn’t be together and what he had to do. They were all gone. Everything was gone. It had all been taken from him. He had again lost everything.
But this time he had lost even more. He had lost his heart.
pixelskylines
kianamaiart
origamiaround
prguitarman
snowghoul
vaporwave
