WIP Whenever
@lampost-in-winter since you asked so nicely, how can I resist?
They are lying in a field of long grass. She feels the great openness of the sky above them, filled with the rushing to and fro of winds. If she were to open her eyes, there would probably be flowers all around them. She’s clad in only a thin cotton chemise, scandalously under-dressed. Solas, at least, is in shirt and trousers, her trim waist accentuated by the contrasting cuts, loose and then tight. She knows this because her hands are on that waist. Solas is above her, trailing gentle kisses across her cheeks, her eyelids. What will happen, if she opens them? Will this airy dream vanish, replaced by enclosing leaves? But she cannot stand to remain in stasis, and accept what she’s given. Still with great trepidation, she opened her eyes. There is no change, no vanishing. There is only Solas, silhouetted by the great glory of the sky. Somehow it’s not too bright, which would certainly inform her of it being a dream, if she wasn’t already aware. She slides her fingers up, enjoying the touch of fine linen, the hard lines of rib-bones beneath the skin and the soft flesh that semi-accidentally grazes her palms. Her hands found their way to the sharp planes of Solas’s face, her thumb to the corner of a smile that was bright in its joy, with only a bare edge of sorrow. “Somniar nehn, Vhenan?” Solas asks, with that mouth. Pulling her down to kiss her was easier than trying to respond.
Tagging @cryptid-catt @haezelnut and @ashillayn
