For DWC: “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” Solas and Lily
Lily (age 22) + Solas
(Angst tbh?) @dadrunkwriting
She had come through the mirror in a rush of tears, almost barreling Solas over in her hurry to find him, soul bleeding freely into the air around her. Pain. Torment. Despair. The spirits that surrounded her were angry and bitter, clouded meootions hazing the villa in sadness.
He had brought her to her room, and made her tea. That was what they did. That was how he knew to make things at least marginally better for her. She looked at the cup in her hand with a lackluster expression, face unreadable in the gloom that surrounded her.
“Lily-“
“She’s dead.”
The words hung between them like a confession booth’s wall, safe but impenetrable. He could not reach her in her grief, only watch as she poured her heart to him.
“How?” Solas asked quietly, dropping a single lump of sugar into the rosehip tea, pink liquid swirling against bone china. It eerily looked like blood, he noticed offhandedly.
“Darkspawn. I wasn’t fast enough,” Lily muttered taking the steaming cup. She sipped at it, ignoring the boiling temurature of the tea.
“You should have brought her to me,” Solas sighed, settling back in his chair.
“Then it’s a shame no one asked for your opinion, lethallin,” Lily spat back, hugging her self tightly. Her eyes were cold, a distant cry from the warm brassy bronze they usually were, now cold and earthy.
“I’m sorry, Lily.”
“I know, ha’hren. I know.”