"Dust floating in golden sunlight" for Solas and Cassandra?
They're in love.
For @dadrunkwriting, some DAI-era Solas x Cassandra with some slight suggestive themes and casual nudity.
asha'dirthar: she who seeks after wisdom
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In her modest quarters above the blacksmith’s forge, Cassandra Pentaghast sat at the window, a hand mirror propped against the jamb. She hunched, undressed and with the posture of a person utterly at home, peering at her reflection as she carefully braided the long lock of hair at the nape of her neck.
Solas, similarly naked and at home, laid on her unmade bed and watched.
Dust motes hung in the dawning light of day, suspended in time around Cassandra’s muscled frame — they swirled in a sudden shift of the air as the Seeker’s hand passed through them, quickly plaiting a strand of hair and replacing the one she held between her lips. Her method was quick and sure, one born of habit.
Her bent back exposed the bumps of her spine only between her lower ribs. The rest of her was made of muscle upon generous flesh upon more muscle — her shoulders bunched and worked, as did her arms as she braided. The two valleys of strength in the small of her back, Solas noted with fierce pride, were covered with dark marks, kissed there with a biting mouth. His mouth.
The trail wrapped around her waist, along with a few reddened stripes, as if from grasping nails. More kisses marked where her belly folded. More on the underside of her breast. One still glistened in the new light of day — love so recently placed on her neck that it had not had the chance to dry.
“I feel your eyes,” Cassandra chuckled dryly. She wrapped the end of her braid with a strand of waxed thread. “Haven’t you consumed me enough?”
I have not, he thought, sure that he was just shy of starvation.
“Come here, asha’dirthar,” he said, reaching out a hand.
The warrior’s burden she carried dropped away as she tossed the finished braid over her shoulder — instead, a girlish giddiness took over in her scarred smile, in the way she hurried back to bed, in the way she kissed him again with a giggle at the back of her throat.
