Okay I’m taking the leap and joining the fandom and sharing my writing..I will accept any criticism good or bad, this is the first time I’m letting anyone ever see my writing...I hope you guys enjoy it. It’s about my Lavellan finding out that her father was killed at the Conclave. Slight fluff? I’m just giving this writing thing a try I apologize if it’s not very good.
Shaking hands held the report that one of Lelianna’s men had given her. This was the moment that Mira had waited or since she had first joined the Inquisition, it was the list of all who had died at the Conclave. This would be the moment that would either break the poor girl or would make her stronger. Her clan had sent more than just her to the Conclave to see what the fate of the Dalish would be, her father had come along with her. He had insisted that it was so that he could keep her safe, now she wishes that she would have been more forceful in him not coming with, keeping him safe with the clan.
He was the last of her family, her mother had gotten horribly sick when Mira was just a child and hadn’t made it through the illness. It was just the two of them as long as she could remember, her father was her hero, he was one of the men who protected the clan; a hunter, protector and provider. No one could ever make the girl see her father in any bad light, she thought he walked on water. Trying to still her hands, keep them from shaking she took a deep breath, bracing herself for what may come. She never even heard the door open behind her in her little shack.
She didn’t notice the apostates precense until he had gently plucked the envelope out of her hands and put another on her shaking hands. Dark brown eyes darted up to meet his grey eyes, kindness showing in them as she gazed up at him. “It’ll be okay, right Solas? “ she squeaked. Suddenly she felt so small, like a child once more. Like she was scared of monsters and wolves in the night time, in moments like that her father would hold her close and tell her tales of the ancient elves that used to rule the place, telling her stories of their gods and people, lulling her back to sleep.
Solas moved his hand from hers and combed his fingers through her curls, tucking a chocolate strand behind her ear. “Time heals all wounds Da’len. “ he said and her heart felt like a knife had just punctured it. Tears forming in her eyes as they searched his face, she gripped his arm tightly like if she didn’t grip it with all she had she’d be swept away by life itself. It felt like the ground was falling out from underneath her. “He’s never coming back is he” Mira tried to get the words out, but the emotions broke her voice and it wavered slightly as the tears spilled from her eyes.
Solas would know better than anyone if he was coming home to her or not, he was the one who was mainly working to identify the dead for the Inquisition, through his magic and travels to the fade he worked to identify all that were dead and where their bodies might be so they could properly bury the dead. He had been with Mira every step of the way, he was a trusted friend of hers, one of her best friends if she told the truth. The sadness on his face was all she needed to see as he put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her close to him.
The tears flowed freely, sobs ripping from her chest as she held this man who knew the truth, had seen the truth, who had helped her find it so she could start the process of healing. He stroked her head as she stood there crying into his chest, he would stay as long as he was needed, knowing what it felt like to lose your people like that. She was without a family, much like he and he felt sorrow for her. They stayed like that for some time in her little cabin, him holding her and Mira just crying and letting all the pain out. Her father was never coming back to her, she would never hear his deep laugh or see the smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes. She’s never watch him hunt, never count the new freckles that appeared on his sun-kissed skin from all the time in sun he spent.
Finally she untangled herself from him, giving a weak smile as she used the back of her hand to dry her face. “ I am sorry I made you stay here for so long Solas.” Mira said, her voice a little hoarse from all the crying. He shook his head in protest, “ You did not keep me, if I did not want to be here I would not be here. “ He stated. “I am sorry for your lose, if there was something I could do to ease your pain, I would do it my friend.” He said. She gave a sad smile, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it a little as she nodded, exhaustion evident on her face, “Would you actually just sit with me for the night, I’m not sure I can be alone, at least until I go to sleep? “.
Solas nodded to this and she looked relieved, as if the thought of being alone terrified her. By now they had moved to the bed, Solas having no objections as he was quite fond of the girl. He sad cross legged as she laid, head in his lap. They have spent many a night by the fire when out in the field like this, Mira found great comfort in the companionship Solas gave her and as he wound his fingers through her hair he eyes closed. “Tell me a story of the old elven people, memories from the fade you’ve seen.” She requested. He froze for a half a second, worried that she somehow knew something about him that she shouldn’t know, but he calmed his racing heart and nodded, “of course” he said. As he started his recount of the old people, she was asleep within minutes of his story, just like she used to sleep when she was a child.
Solas fell asleep propped against the wall, hand in her hair, more than content to try and keep her demons and loneliness away for the time being.
