#dread peacock

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Help I've fallen into Dread Peacock Hell, how do I get up?

You don’t. You are stuck here forever. Please enjoy your stay.

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There is a story, then, about a wolf who hated joy and light. The wolf is lonely, and howls for the company it will never have.  There is another story, then, about a lonely wolf, howling on the edge of the forest.

There is never a story about the wolf finding what it lost.

Then, there is a story about the sun and the moon falling in love. It is sad, but ends with happiness.

There is never a happy ending for the wolf, crying for a heart that will never mend.

Perhaps, then, the moon will loose the sun, and the wolf will have a happy ending.

(Or, perhaps, the wolf will devour the sun to spite the moon.)

There is a story, then, about a god who threw the sun down and buried it out of jealousy. There is never a story about the wolf reclaiming what was taken.

(But, perhaps, the wolf will hide the sun away instead of returning it. Better to hide what the jealous god threw away than to let it be taken again. No use returning something wonderful to those who will not appreciate the gift.)

Maybe there is a happy ending for the sun.  He will fly back to the sky, and the moon will rejoice.

But Solas has never enjoyed happy endings, and perhaps it is time for the wolf to have the last word.

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Send me prompts!

Will accept prompts for Adoribull, Doriwall, Dread Peacock (Solas/Dorian), and Sebhawke.

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Currently accepting prompts. I’ll write just about anything.

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I was asked why I shipped Dread Peacock, and now I miss Revolution.

Because in Revolution, you can ship all the ships. Even the mentally scarring ones. *pokes* @jadedbirch That’s your fault! Not the shipping all the ships part, but just that, once you migrate to other fandoms (and before you hit the accepted ships and their brigades) it’s a case of ‘well why the fuck not?’.

Tl;dr, I got asked about shipping and now I miss all the Revelers.

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I adore getting followers who come for the ridiculously tiny little rafts I share with like...one other writer. There’s just this massive wall of likes on my dash right now and it makes me happy.

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Okay! Rarepair! Dorian/Solas one of being worried they are more invested in the relationship than the other.

(Set some time before this piece)

The problem, Dorian decided, stemmed from his soulmate.  Or, to be more specific, as this situationrequired, the fact that his soulmate, the person who was supposed to be meantfor him and vice versa, did not seem to care quite as much about the bond as he did.

Solas had outright told him, when they had met on the marchfrom Haven, that he was making no claim to Dorian.  If Dorian wished to seek other partners,Solas would have no complaint brought against him and would hear none if anyoneelse complained.  Had Dorian been ten oreven fifteen years younger and far more resistant to the idea that he had asoulmate, he would have leapt for joy over the news.  But he wasn’t, and the idea that his soulmatedidn’t want him, not even for casualconversation or to share a meal or a game of chess…

No, that hurt.  Quitea lot.

If Solas were anyone else, if Dorian had been anyone else, he would have left it there.  He almost had, really, when Iron Bull madehis interest known.  (But that fellthrough when, it turned out, his soulmate was his lieutenant, and Dorianthought it best not to antagonize someone who could make his life very, verymiserable and very, very short.  Evenwith the qunari’s open door policy, Dorian knewit wouldn’t end well if he tried to take him up on it.)

So, here he was, pacing outside Solas’ quarters – surprise! Hissoulmate, did not, in fact, sleep in the rotunda – trying to pull together anexplanation for why he was there that did not sound like whining, pleading, orgeneral childishness.

Dorian swallowed, gathered his courage, and knocked.

Solas opened the door, and Dorian felt his resolve slip awayas he took in the disgruntled frown on his soulmate’s face.  The look pulled at the splash of peacockfeathers visible above his collar, and Dorian decided that he would just haveto apologize, claim he’d gotten lost looking for Cassandra, and flee.

“Come in.”

Or he could enter Solas’ quarters, metaphorical tail tuckedbetween his legs, and wait for Solas to chastise him for being so childish.

“What do you wish?”

“…”  Dorian felt thewords stick in his throat.  He had had anentire speech planned, explaining that he didn’t want to spend time with anyone else, and that he wanted to spendtime with his soulmate, and couldn’t Solas just please let him stay?  He swallowed again and squared his shoulders.

“Why don’t you want me?” he asked.  His voice was much, much smaller than he hadintended.  He sounded like a child,asking their parents to please, don’t leave them alone they didn’t want to beat the Circle by themselves...

“…What?”  Dorianalmost smiled when Solas, for all of a second, looked flustered andconfused.  Solas was never at a loss forwords, unless Sera was involved. (Everyone was at a loss for words when Sera was involved.  She had that effect on people.)

“Why don’t you want me?” Dorian repeated, voice stillsmaller than he would have liked.  “I don’twant other partners.  I know you said youwouldn’t care if I did, look…”  He sighedand ran a hand through his hair.  “Solas,I know you don’t like me, but please,please, don’t send me away.”

Solas looked ashamed, almost.  “Oh vhenan…” He sounded upset, and Dorian closed his eyes, not wanting to see Solas’expression.  Cool hands touched hisface.  “Look at me, Dorian.”  Dorian forced himself to open his eyes, andrealized, suddenly, that Solas was only a little shorter than he was.  And his eyes… Sweet Maker, his eyes. “Listen to me, Dorian.  No matterhow many partners you take, no matter how many beds you choose instead of mine,know this:  You are my soulmate.  I will not tie you to me, because I knowthat, in the end, you will always come to me. I will not bind you in such a way that you cannot seek your ownhappiness, as that would not be fair to either of us.  Do you understand me, vhenan?”

And really, Dorian wished he did.  But Solas hadn’t outright rejected him – or theirbond as soulmates – so he nodded.

He would take what he could get.

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Dorian/Solas - First kiss

Their first kiss is...not an accident, exactly, but not planned either.

Solas is checking Dorian’s hands after a fight, making scathing comments about Dorian’s ability to control his own fire, and Dorian is laughing and firing back that he’s got exactly as much control as he needs. (’None’ is Solas’ dry response, which sends Dorian into a contrary fit of giggles, which he blames on the shock.)

Dorian falls forward, feeling lightheaded and suddenly woozy - the fight catching up to him.  Solas rests a hand on the back of his neck, gently, to check that he is alright.  Dorian looks up, a smile on his face that is out of sorts with his current disheveled appearance.

“Your eyes are very nice.“

And he kisses Solas, rather clumsily.