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For DADWC, your Lavellan and Solas?: "You have blood on your face."

TITLE: Bellanaris PAIRING: Fen'aslan Lavellan & Solas/Fen'harel, Fen'aslan & Felassan Fen'aslan / Felassan / Solas & Fen'harel RATING: Teen WARNINGS: Liberal useage of dialogue from ACT 3 of Dragon Age Veilguard, Spoilers for Dragon Age Veilguard Word Count: 1994 Author Note: Elven Cipher bits are thanks to scribeofmorpheus and FenxShiral for the Project Elvhen for filler.

Those two weeks in the Tirashan had changed everything, the haphazard plan of stopping Solas had been set aside. To outwit the god of trickery, she had needed to craft a plan where he would not expect her, or their companion. Fingers traced over the gilded edge of the mirror, her breath shaking, salt burning her eyes. It had been a trial to sit back and allow Rook to confront Solas and battle gods. Morrigan and Felassan had both been shared the wisdom of waiting to insert herself into Solas' line of sight until the very last minute. It would be the only thing that could save the people and Rook. As much as she had not wanted to grow attached to the antivan crow, she did. Teigue de Riva, was everything she could not have been during the reign of the Inquisition even down to laying the First Warden out. A soft laugh bitter tasting left her lips as opalline fingers of her dominant hand moved across the surface of the Eluvian. Flame, steel clashing, screams, and pulsing sickness of blight filled the mirror, squeezing her eyes shut, a ragged breath was forced. "Las, you do not need to face him. I can." A firm hand clasped her shoulder, as another wrapped around her waist. The wall of cold armor and muscle pressed against her back. A mournful howl echoed through Tarasyl'an Te'las, the fade quivering around the two of them.

"I must Felassan..." A howl tore past the eluvian, ripples forming on the mirror reverberating through the fade and into the foundation of the fortress. Her eyes squeezed shut. "You and Solas have much to discuss, but we will have all the time in the world, once I bring him away from the brink." Her fingers captured one of his hands giving him a slow kiss. "We will find you in the fade, and be whole again."

As she stepped out of his arms, she felt the reluctance to let her go out into war. Turning she gazed at him through her lashes. Wisdom and Determination had made it through the blood of the Elvhen, and the Inquisition had taught her, Hope was not nearly as delicate as their siblings had believed. Her lips curved into a smile as she stepped through the mirror, the ripple of magic licking around her until she stepped out of the fade into Minrathous. Her nose crinkled, the taste of raw magic and blight hung heavy in the air, her eyes shimmered for a moment seeming to be transported a Millenia into the past, the last time they had stood against the Evanuris had been different, and this time it would end until better versions of their siblings could be born. Singular howls and growls filled the air clashing with the roar of Elgar'nan's dragon, the magic of her left arm quaked to the destabilization of the veil. The climb through the rungs of Minrathous had proved trying, between those cursed with Elgar'nan's gift, the dead and the blight. She and Morrigan waited obscured in shadow and mist, it was all to familiar to a time when she stood on the edge of a battlefield with a goddess who promised the people a new era. Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the exchange, waiting until Solas gave the appearance of commiting himself to the new journey. Her steps echoed across the battlefield, and she felt the fade quake, as that singular howl was joined with a second. For a moment as he raised the dagger, she thought he felt her touch. "I cannot, to stop now would dishonor those I have wronged to journey this far." "Even if those you have wronged have asked you to stop?" Her breath held as his head jerked, some of his resolve slipped away as the dagger slacked in his hand. Her lips curved into a slight timid smile. He was so close. "Vhenan..." it was a prayer and she took another step up. Her heart ached to go to him to pull him into her her arms. "Solas, vhenan, you think you have gone to far to come back.. but you are wrong." She raised her left arm, letting the magic that held it stable slip gesturing around them. "I am here, we walk the dinan'shiral together. I forgive you." The magic mirrored them two wolves circling each other.

"I lied to you, I betrayed you!" Her heart clenched and tears escaped as she took a breath. "I forgive you, all you have to do is stop." She begged, words flooding into the fade around them.

“You love him, it burns bright, and is old. Tangled and sharp like thorns. You forgot and so did he.”

"Ir abelas, Vhenan..." It hung between them, the last words he had said those years ago as her stolen magic had tried to kill her. He stood straighter, forced to by a compulsion they all long thought broken. "But I cannot." He turned from her and she closed her eyes letting tears escape for just a moment. "Long before we met I failed my oldest friend and she died for that failure." Her world narrowed as she realized, he truly did not realize what she had done. Quietly she beckoned to Teigue stepping up, closing some of the distance. "If I leave the veil in place, I am destroying the world she wanted." Her heart tightened as he struggled for the control to maintain his purpose.

"Mythal, please you must see. You are hurting him, you are turning him from his purpose. Release him, break the bond. I will return and so will Felassan. You will have no need of wisdom with hope and determination."

Sucking in a breath she crept up another stair, this was the most dangerous part of saving her vhenan. "and I will have...She will have died for nothing!" The fade rippled around them, Pride and Despair warred for his purpose and one of the wolves stopped and howled. She would not let that happen. She would see this through, she'd see him free finally. A singular caw answered the wolf as a raven swooped in and turned into Morrigan with a flourish of feathers, pulling Solas from his determination.

"And whose fault is that Dread Wolf?" Fen'aslan let out a breath she had held as he answered her with his own question "Morrigan?" The witch wasted no time. "That is one appellation of many I wear, I have been advisor to Orlais, Witch of the Wilds..." There was no need to slow their advance and Fen'aslan allowed herself another breath, as an opaline wolf cowed the demons that clung to the edges of the memory and the the moment, as the dread wolf bristled and stood on guard.

"Daughter of Flemath.. and once, a long ago, an old friend." She saw the look in Solas' eyes, the same look she had given when Morrigan had told her. Disbelief, regret, anger, and unrelenting pain. It was a wound that had infected their trio since leaving the fade, Benevolence turned into Vengeance, thus Mythal had been made, goddess of the Evanuris and mother of the People. She let Rook take his place with the essence next to Morrigan as she moved closer to Solas. Taking the time as they spoke to take him in. Blood and swelling marred his sharp features.

The choked sob drew her attention as she gazed upon Mythal, her heart tightening, how she had tried to make it easy for him, to share the weight of the pain that she had caused but she was not as possessed by Mythal as he had been. She drew blood biting her lip as he stumbled and the choked way he said her name. They had all loved her, they had all left for her and of them all. She had only let two go. Coppery tang filled her mouth as the spoke, and her vhenan folded in on himself. The fade had echoed with the tether breaking between goddess and servant brought the spirits to a pause.

Quietly she made her way to him, steps echoed by the white wolf. Kneeling before him, much like he had kneeled before her those years not so far gone. It was a phrase she had turned in her mind so many times, the love the three of them had it was eternal, it was the way forward. His sobs felt like waves of the ocean this close. Still she stayed in the torrent. In the corner of her gaze she noticed a rich purple wolf, crawling low toward them both. A small wave of relief washed over her. He had found his way to the fade after all. Stepping back she stood as he straightened looking between them and the fade rift. The moment the dagger sliced across the fade, she felt the echo as the memory flashed in the background

"It seems you hold the key to our salvation. You had sealed it with a gesture… and right then, I felt the whole world change."

"My life force now sustains the veil, with every breath I take. I will protect the innocent from my past mistakes." She bowed her head as the fade continued to ripple. "The titan's dreams are mad from their imprisonment. I cannot kill the blight, but I can help soothe its anger." She took a small breath as Felassan's wolf joined hers in slowly edging to their pack mate, their friend, their lover. The dagger was handed to Teigue as he turned away from them. "I will go and seek atonement."

For a moment she watched the three wolves, Felassan had found his way to the prison, they could find him in there. Quietly she made her way to him a warm smile easing across her features. "But you do not have to go alone." Taking his hands in both of hers for the first time since the earliest days of the inquisition and the earliest days of them being pulled from the fade. Wisdom was there, bloodied, and bruised but none the less glorious then had been all along, and finally he saw the echos in the fade. Who waited for them.

"Mh..Ar ghilas vir banal." It was whispered and she squeezed his hand as the two wolves surrounded their larger and battered counterpart. Out of the corner of her gaze she caught sight of Felassan waiting for them. "Tel banal ar ama." Her eyes shifted taking on that silver glow as for once she was the source of the raw magic. " Vir shiral ma lasa, bellanaris." she pulled him into the kiss, his hands pulling away from hers, and his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. The kiss flowing away from tender into desperation, yearning, and desire as his knee pushed between her legs.

"Savhalla, ir Souvera iselenal! Vir shiral ma lasa bellanaris!" A very annoyed figure in the fade called breaking the moment as she clung to Solas, and even his wolf looked annoyed standing near the gateway. "Ir isala dhavemah ga'ta na!" Reaching up she gently nudged Solas' chin with her hand as she giggled.

"Fe--Felassan?" The name was whispered but the wolf howled as the arrow leaned against a pillar of golden halls. "I--I the knife..."

"Vhenan, our kind have proved harder to kill before." She murmured pulling back and taking his hand. Leading him to the gateway as Felassan's wolf entered and the elf chuckled. Glowing lavender reached out grabbing Solas' other hand.

"Sileal, what happened you could barely speak your vows." The teasing was light as they stepped into the fade, arms enfolding eachother, and wolves pressing against eachother. "You do have blood on your face Vhenan, we should fix that." she murmured pressing a kiss above his eye, Felassan mirroring her. "Sulevin....Las" the tired groan came in good nature as the tumbled into a nest of blankets. They would heal, and the veil, it would crumble naturally slowly and than the world and the titans would heal. 

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Vhenan - my love Ir Abelas Vhenan - I am sorry my love Ar ghilas vir banal - Where I go is Terrible Tel banal ar ama.- It won't be terrible if you are with me Vir shiral ma lasa, bellanaris. - We make this journey, always Savhalla, ir Souvera iselenal! - Hey I am tired of waiting! Ir isala dhavemah ga'ta na! - I desire to kiss you both Sileal - Wisdom Sulevin - Purpose Las - Hope

[mythalsknickers]

This isn't on your list, but might I request an "Almost Died/Near-Death Experience" kiss for DWC? I guess it's similar to a kiss of relief, but without any forethought, and resulting in awkward unintended consequences.... And, of course, the pairing of your choice ❤️❤️

TITLE: The Moment That Changed It All PAIRING: Fen'aslan Lavellan & Solas/Fen'harel, Fen'aslan & Felassan Fen'aslan / Felassan / Solas & Fen'harel RATING: Mature WARNINGS: VEILGUARD SPOILERS, Physical and psychological torture mentioned, physical violence against femme oriented Main Character, Blighted Andruil and Ghil'nain, Near death experience Word Count: 1526 Author Note: Thank you FenxShiral for all your hard work on Project Elvhen, a glossary of any elvhen words used can be found at the end of the work.

Smoke filled the horizon and burned her nose, golden armor glittered against the ashen surroundings, trees cracked and shattered under the burning weight. Quietly she wringed her hands, nails digging into her palms, to her right dressed in all her splendor was the Great mother and protector, Mythal; benevolence made manifest dressed in all the finery of a goddess. Her opaline eyes turned back to the battlefield below them, her breath stilling until she caught sight of pair of wolves; one as dark as the night sky and the other the pale lavender of the morning dawn. Slowly a sigh of relief left her lips.

A deafening quake filled the air, and the shifting of stone slowly showed the Titan, the last they had hunted. Her copper hair caught the breeze of magic as she felt several of the people began to craft the binding spell. The blistering heat of the dragon of night seared her skin as Elgar'nan's thrall took to the field, flame licking stone. It was hard to keep track of Solas, and Felassan on the field, both magic and physical overwhelmed her very senses. There was something twisting in her...a pain unlike what she had ever felt. It was cold and lacking.....her. Her breath quickened and she slowly raised her hand, the tiniest movements of her fingers plucked the song of reality and a warmth flowed through it carrying her hope. Tomorrow they would be safe, tomorrow the Elvhenan would have no enemies.

There had been no warning, no deafening quake, suddenly the land that held the Palace of Mythal gave way. Panicked screams even her own filled the air. desperate strains of the priests and sentinels alike tried to stabilized the ground as sections broke away. She stepped back as she looked for Mythal, spotting her own great veridian dragon. Her eyes darted as she felt the rocks and tile shift there had to be a thread, she reached out in vein to grasp the rocks and keep them in place only to hear no answering note. She plummeted, wind sheering around her face and the delicate robes, darkness consuming her field of sight. Her body smacked into the wooded cliffs, that precious life source oozing from her body. Her breath barely came.

"Look My beloved, Mother's little treasure" Anger, smothering rage filled her senses. She tried to force her eyes to open, the world was too bright and too dark at the same time. Her ears filled not with the sounds of battle but the sickening laughter, the pounding of her own life source, and a ceaseless ringing that did not belong to the great song. "My goddess, she yet lives...see how she struggles to breath" The growing wrongness in the song and the very air grew even more oppressive. She knew these voices, the sickening laughter. Again she tried to force her eyes open. The tendrils of Ghil'nain, priestess of Andruil caressed her face. "Aw that's it da'las open those pretty eyes for your betters" She could see the writhing, pulsating corset that bound the priestess of Andruil, mirrored by a horrifying visage of her goddess, eyes turned to pitch with glowing red irises. Her opaline eyes narrowed, they would not dare. She wore Mythal's brand, and was one of the mother goddess' own priestesses. Clenching her jaw she pushed herself up even as the world still spun, her stomach knotted and tried desperately to retch.

"So Da'las does have a spirit after all and here I thought mother trained her pets properly." With each step Andruil took closer the oppressive weight of the void wound around her the song it sang sickening sweet, twisted from all that was natural. "Please I beg, let me pass. My aid is needed at the Mother goddess--" A clawed hand slapped her tearing skin as she howled, meeting narrowed blue eyes behind a mask that hid who she truly was. Ghil'nain the beauty, so enamored with the void she took bits gifted from Andruil's first hunt and created monsters for her and now both of them struck by the madness. "You will respect Andruil, the hunter of the Evanuris!" Her own opaline eyes narrowed and for a moment she felt the threads of the great song. "I have shown her the respect necessary of my position." Her hand rested against her ribs.

"Ghil'nain leave us. Go to the dread wolf and tell him what I have caught." Her eyes widened No! he was needed in this. She struggled against the void as the priestess joined her kiss, a kiss shared. Her form shifting as she tried to claw her way out. "Oh Da'las where do you think you are going little pup." The arrow sang through the air before it pierced her arm, the transformation halted as it forced her back into the elvhen shape. "You and I will have some fun, and perhaps if you leave this world, your wolf will finally heed my attentions." Another arrow sank into her opposite shoulder.

Time seemed to stand still, the jeering mocking of a goddess turned to madness, the sharp sting of arrows piercing the body, the burning agony of the dagger slicing into her, and the frozen knife inside her twisting, and clawing into her. Her breath was ragged as she slumped against the rocks, her ears rang with laughter sickening, that blighted knife shore her hair short to her shoulders. For no priestess should bear hair longer than her Ghil'nain. That ice pierced her heart as she struggled to breath. Something was taking root in her and it was so cold. The roar of the dragon deafened the laughter as her vision blurred around the edges. Blood and bile of the void mingled in a pool at her feet. Da'len, hear my voice you are safe. Fire washed over the cliff, the void that held her fled and she fell into that fire, too weak to stand as her world drew black.

"Andruil has gone to far." The words echoed around the palace cutting through the song. A hand held hers, the warmth of purpose and the gentle strains of wisdom as his hand brushed over her brow. Elfroot and crystal grace filled the air. "She attacked my priestess in my own domain Elgar'nan." She felt both the men wince as the yelling continued, she groaned trying to turn, her entire body burned with pain she had never known, a scream tearing from her lips.

"Euvniala!" Both the wolves cried out hands going to still her movements. Her eyes watered as she struggled to breath, silk burned and the bed felt too soft. "Vhenan, your are here with us." Wisdom's song wrapped around her and Purpose enfolded them both "Strip her of her armor or I will Elgar'nan!" The very foundations of the palace trembled and she curled into both of them. Fingers tangled in her hair...it was long, another set of fingers rubbed circles into her back. "Ma las." they whispered as slowly the world began to calm, her song timid and afraid. Her eyes closed as they held her.

"She almost died Solas..." Her eyes opened as she heard the whispered strains. "I know Felassan... Mythal was not herself when she left." She stared at the pair of men as the spoke. Generals in the great benevolence's army. "None of the evanuris have been the same since this began....Falon'din slaughters his own people. Elgar'nan nearly burnt June's followers on the field." Her eyes closed as she felt the strains of magic from wisdom, something burned, salt from his tear. She could not go to him, her body still healed from Andruil's cruelty. "You have..." Felassan's voice sounded scared. "I have and I will do the same for you and Euvinala." He said something else but sleep pulled her back into its embrace.

A groan left her lips as she barely opened her eyes squinting against the low light. "Euvinala." Purpose...Felassan he breathed her name a relief. "Solas, come she has awakened." She licked her lips tasting honey and slowly she forced herself to open her eyes. "Euvinala..." She heard the sorrow before she saw him. "Solas" she rasped trying to sit up and feeling Felassan grasp her hand giving her something to push against. He was quick, his feet barely made a sound as he joined them both on bed. Arms enfolding her and she clung to them both as tears flowed from all of them. Kisses sweeter than the confections of the heathkeeper as the both captured her lips. Her fingers went to their hair. She felt Felassan's vallaslin but she could not find Solas.

"Vhenan." They whispered as more of those kisses to sweet pressed into her and she returned them with her own. She had almost been parted from them and that act had changed everything. Her body still ached and that icy part of her soul still felt sore and frozen but the tender kisses of her Vhenans kept her in the room with them.

Whispered words of rebellion, promises she would never be hurt. It began that night.

---------- Elvhen Glossary Da'las - little hope Da'len - little one Vhenan - My Heart(s)

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For the DADWC: things you said when you were drunk

TITLE: Carnal, 9:53 Dragon PAIRING: Lucanis Dellamorte x Teigue "Rook" de Riva RATING: Mature WARNINGS: 18+ Content, Drunk Fantasies, Knives and Blood Mention, Implied past SA, Liberal use of Spanish/Italian/Latin, The wine is spicy, AFAB Nonbinary Rook Word Count: 1898

A bottle of Carnal, 8:69 Blessed sat innocently enough on the kitchen table. It's sudden appearance while he was making coffee had been a little off putting, despite the Lighthouse being in the Fade it was remarkably stable. Teigue carried his coffee cup over looking at the bottle.

"It couldn't be..." he murmured picking it up to investigate it. He knew this particular bottle, the scrapes along the neck from his spellblade as he tried to sabre it. The laughter as he poured a glass with a few fledglings, they had stolen it off some Orlesian merchant. His eyes lost focus.

"Teigue! I bet you can't sabre it with your spellblade!" He snorted taking the bottle from Emiliano. He drew his spellblade and shifted the bottle in his hand. Silverite scrapped against glass and the liquor fizzed over the ground. "Shit! The Heir is gonna kill us!" there was no fear in it, just laughter as they hurried to clean the evidence up. The bottle sat next to a pile of cups and glasses borrowed from the kitchen below. They all knew they would regret this when training called.

"Alright, we all know the rules, we take a drink if the object of our desires comes up in conversation. No Relia, books do not count. This must be an object of desire capable of pulling into a dark alcove..." the pause and her narrowed eyes finding his "In. The. Waking. World. and having their way with you, hot and passionately. No Fade Demons, no books, or anything else that is not flesh and blood!" Carmaria pointedly directed and he held up his hands sitting down and pouring his glass.

"Easy Carmaria, only real people I get it." He chuckled as the bottle was passed around. "Who ever drinks last get's the peach at the bottom!" Emiliano added setting the bottle aside. Teigue settled on a pillow listening the conversation navigated the rumored failed crow Zevran Arainai, Teia Cantori, even his own Talon. His friends drank away the Carnal. All of them on their second glass when they moved to House Dellamorte. "Did you here the Mage-killer is going to be coming to the Diamond tonight." He raised a brow and took a sip of his glass finally.

"TEIGUE!" Carmaria squealed in his ear as he winced. "No! You don't!" the laughter filled the group. "Lucanis--" He took another sip and her eyes widened. "Your Talon would kill you!" he laughed and now it was time for his friends to catch him up. Every rumor they had heard over the years of him being an active crow. After they all had three glasses the group had parted ways leaving Teigue with a single glass left in the bottle.

Teigue saw him before Lucanis saw him. Dark leathers, the unmistakable purple staining of blood, shoulders slumped as the exhaustion of a completed job took hold, hands raking through his hair. Those hands pinning him to a trellis, he took another sip of the liquor. Maker, this was going to be a very long night, and his morning training could not come early enough. He bit his lip as Lucanis shrugged out of the heavier outer jacket, the way the rapier and dagger gleamed in the low light, pressed against bare skin, the slightest trickle of blood trailing down from the chest. Memento Amabitur he silently told himself trying to shake the phantom sensations. Looking over to the bottle he did not have much left maybe one more glass if he was lucky. Turning back toward the Zipline, a sigh left his lips as his own fingers tangled in his hair. He had a better chance of getting to the black city than Lucanis Dellamorte acknowledging his interest. He was the adopted son of the fifth talon. He drained his glass, picking up the bottle and pouring the last, pit and all into his cup.

The sky had shifted, turning from a deep abyssal black to a faint purple. Dawn was coming and with it training. Blades clashed in his mind, the smooth cool of a blade splitting skin, back slammed into the ground, hands pinned above his head, kisses that felt like fire along his chest. His eyes stared at the peach pit before taking a sip from the glass. Maybe a bit of of witherstalk and dawn lotus would convince Viago he was working on a poison and not spending the night six....it had to be six cups deep into Carnal, 8:69 Blessed. Leaning on the balcony he let out a heavy sigh, lips pressed against his, names whispered like prayers to the maker, hands keeping him close, digging in and leaving bruises, bites to his lips inner mingled with coffee flavored kisses, and the soreness that would come the morning after.

"Teigue?" His name sounded like honey, the thoughts had halted as he was jerked back to reality. His pale eyes meeting with dark eyes full of something burning. "Another sleepless night?" He tipped his head taking another sip of his wine.

"Something to that effect..." He trailed off as Lucanis' eyes stared at the glass, and the peach pit in there. "What has been on your mind?" Teigue watched him settle against the balcony. You His mind screamed but he took another sip with a gentle hum giving himself time to put together an answer. "memento amabitur, and the pining of a heart." he offered plucking the peach pit out of the glass. Lucanis' gaze felt heavy, and like standing in the fire of the Andraste's pyre. Reaching up Teigue adjusted the collar of his shirt.

"You are the heir of the fifth talon, pining does not seem to be your suited for your soul." He raised a brow not noticing Lucanis moved closer. "I assure you it suits." the self deprecating laugh was silenced with a finger pressing against his lips as the older crow pushed into his space. "Who?" the demand was clear and Teigue's heart pounded in his ears. There was nothing said, he could not put it to words but his tongue flicked the finger pressed to his lips. There was something in those eyes the space between them closed and he was pushed into the railing.

A hand wrapped around his waist, draping over his hip as the other drapped over his shoulder. It pulled him back to the Lighthouse, the sent of bitter coffee, warm bread. The hands pulled him close his back meeting with muscle. "Teigue" the growl in his ear had him turning to meet Lucanis' gaze. Hunger was that look all those years ago, cut short by being lead to a room in the diamond where he could sleep it off. "Lost in your own world?" there was no judgement as he nipped at Lucanis' lips with a slight smirk.

"No, just thinking back to my last taste of this vintage." He murmured feeling the older crow growl slightly. "The night is young, and you never did tell me about those thoughts of yours back then." Fingers grasped his chin holding him for a slow burning kiss. It melted his surprise. "You were quite drunk, you did say you wanted me to pin you while we sparred." His face flushed as Lucanis' hand trailed along the waistband of his dueling leathers. "This time there is no Viago to lie to and no training to distract you." His breath came shallower as he tried to swallow. "So tell me Teigue...what did the liquor bring to the forefront of your mind that night." His voice carried an edge of a demand and those eyes, maker they were burning him. Fingers moved down his shirt, undoing buttons as he struggled to find words.

"L--Lucanis." he bite his lip to chase off the small whimper only for him to swoop in and bite at his lip. "Teigue." he is name breathed much like a prayer as his own fingernails dug into his lover. "sei amato." it was said with such firmness there left no question but it pulled a gasp from him "Now tell me every. fantasy. every. thought." each word punctuated with a burning and nipping kiss as his shirt was pulled off draped over the chair. "Lucanis" There was nothing to hide the small moan as the man found the tender magic scarred skin pressing warm kisses and tender nips until one them turned into bite with a very pointed look. "Ahhh-M-maker." His words trembled as he was pushed into the wall of the fireplace. "Mhmm pinning to me a trellis..." he tried to grasp the memory as Lucanis' teeth found a nipple. "Ahh the one by the the cafe the alcove..." his mind searched for the words. "Fuck...your hand under my shirt." His fingers had slipped under the waist band, leaving a trail of maddening fire. "Mhmmm What else Teigue" there was a pause as Lucanis opened the bottle and took a slow sip. "Ahmm sparring, your dagger pressed to my skin..." The older crow paused lowering the bottle and pressing another searing kiss. "That. we will save for another day." His fingers crept down undoing the ties of his pants. Teigue took a slow sip of the liquor. "What else mi corvus tempesta"

The door slammed shut behind them, with the click of a lock. "Sorenesss the morning after...coffee flavored kisses, the type of morning I wear your shirt." Teigue whispered as the last of the clothing was discarded in the pantry. Maker if anyone from the team found them Teigue would never live it down...oh maker Viago and Catarina. Fingers gripped his chin forcing him to meet those darkened eyes, with just a hint of purple. "None of that Teigue, no wandering elsewhere. You stay here, just you and I." It was a mix of pleading and demand. "You deserve this sei amato. It is time to leave Kirkwall." his breath caught and Lucanis nudged him back onto the bed, waiting a moment before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, and he did not hesitate to meet it. He felt Lucanis grab his hand and guide it to his wrist. "Show me where, it is time to remember something better." His breath caught and slowly he guided Lucanis hand, sometimes instead of the smoldering caresses, there was nipping and burning kisses. His toes curled against the bedroll, his fingers leaving Lucanis' wrist clawing along his arms and shoulders as his moans echoed in the small room. One hand tangled in that rich dark hair and his dominant clawed down Lucanis' bare back. His lips trailed down his legs, and a scream clawed its way out of Teigue's lips and he pushed against Lucanis.

His eyes heavy as he laid against Lucanis, fingers trailing along his chest, drawing patterns almost asleep as his back was rubbed. It was the wee hours of the morning and coffee hung in the air as Lucanis sipped from a cup. Teigue sleepily kissed his chest, the morrow would be a day of stealing one of Lucanis shirt. The Heir of House de Riva and the Heir of House Dellamorte... Drinks would flow in the diamond when it got out, but for now it was just them. Teigue and Lucanis...and Spite, though some days he was not sure where Lucanis stopped and Spite started.

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For DWC: (prompter’s choice) In a hot spring for Solavellan?

TITLE: A Bound Older Than the World PAIRING: Fen'aslan Lavellan x Solas | Fen'harel RATING: Mature WARNINGS: Communal Bathing Word Count: 989

Tarasyl'an Te'las, he had called this place. A fortress long abandoned with wards that felt deeply familiar and yet older than many of the places she had been while amongst her clan. Her body ached everywhere from the fight with Corypheus and that dragon of his, if it could be called a fight. Fingers wrapping along her staff, she used it too hook her bag and lift it, to avoid bending. It had herbs that would help ease her muscles in the right environment. She had spotted what looked like hot spring to the east of the the fortress and that would be the perfect environment for her herbs.

She needed some time and distance to think about the dream too. Fen'aslan had always been more sensitive to the fade than her clan had liked but she had never shared a dream, let alone be ejected from it by another. Quietly she slipped past the guards with a small triumphant smile, though admittedly there was no telling how long that would last now she had a title. Inquisitor. It felt foreign, heavy, and not like her but like her at the same time.

Carefully picking her way to the east, listening to the thrum of the wards, and the ice and snow around her. It was not even outside of the fortress' wards. The steam rising into the clear sky was truly dreamlike, and inviting. Her aching body begged to just melt into the silvery water. Easing her way down the slope, she did not notice a certain elf lazing in the water. Quietly walking along the rocks she found a place to set her pack and her staff. Turning she stumbled falling backwards with a squeak. Solas, oh creators her face flushed as she tried to cover.

"Lethal'lan?" Crystal blue eyes stared at her a mix of concern and something else she could not identify. Mythal'enaste she needed strength to keep her eyes from wandering, his lips turned into a smirk. Oh Fenedhis he saw her flick her gaze. "Seems we both had the same idea, perhaps you would like to join me in the pool?" Inhaling slowly.

"Only if you do not mind me setting some herbs in to ease the hard journey away." Where they kin, or had that dream turned into something more. She waited until he nodded before reaching into her bag and producing a bundle of herbs and dropping it in the steaming water. For a moment she hesitated, none not even her clan had seen her in the nude. Inhaling the cold air she reached down undoing the belt of her tunic and carefully wiggling out of the mix of leather and chainmail. The cold air hit her skin, dusky nipples hardening as she sucked int a breath. Her eyes glanced at Solas hearing a splash as he shifted. It was her turn to smirk as she pulled her leggings down, hearing him suck in a breath as she draped them over a tree with her tunic. Carefully she pulled the leather holding her braid out letting the waves cascade down her back. Looking back to Solas, his lips were pursed but an amusement sparkled in his eyes.

The snow crunched under her feet as she eased into the water, a shiver racing along her body. Slowly she sank into the pool with a satisfied sigh.

"Willow bark, Peppermint, Lavender, Rosemary and Gossmer Elfroot." Her eyes focused on Solas who had moved closer inspecting the herb bundle between them. "It has been some time since this recipe wandered the waking world." She gave a gentle hum and a light shrug pushing the bundle away from the space between them.

"An elder of my clan gave me the recipe for this." She offered lightly as he smirked moving closer, there was something darker to his smirk more akin to a wolf than a man. "There are other ways to relax one's body Lethal'lan." He reached out trailing his fingers along her shoulder.

Fen'aslan had her doubts this was the waking world, he seemed more confident like he had in the dream but it felt real enough. "Is that so? Perhaps you will show me.." her voice trailed off as his hand captured her chin. Could he feel it the bound between the two of them? It felt older than the world, like the magic in the elvhen ruins of the arbor wilds or the Tirashan.

What little hesitation there was broke as his lips met hers, his hands cradling her as they met skin to skin, pinning her against the weathered rocks. Her body melted in the heat of the water but a different heat began to pool. Her fingers digging into his shoulders leaving dull imprints. On the edge of her senses she swore a wolf howled. Yet his kisses moved to her neck and her lips parted as his teeth sank in, a quiet moan leaving her lips.

"Such a silent little wolf." he teased against her skin as he continued to move down her shoulder and collarbone peppering kisses and bites as his fingers dipped below the water continuing to tease that growing heat. For a moment he smirked and bit down hard enough to draw blow, pulling another sweet unburdened moan.

"It is time to wake up, Vhenan."

The world jerked around her and the fade began to melt away, as reality came into focus. The smell of elfroot and willowbark filled her room. "Fendhis!" She growled punching the pillow, some where in the castle a certain mage was far to pleased with himself, she was sure. Slowly sitting up, she noticed some of the aches were gone, and spotted a cup of hot tea, and a tin of salve.

This should help those aches vhenan S

Vhenan...he had called her that twice now, sighing she eased out of bed. It was time to go back to work.