@skip-the-clumsy-dragon inspired me... also a callout @ myself lma o
"Wha-?" Varric managed groggily, rubbing at his eyes. He glanced at the bedside clock, which informed him far too brightly that it was almost three in the morning.
"-ridiculous," he heard clearly, but the rest was a string of mumbling. He groaned and swung out of bed, trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind before attempting to stand up.
"That fucker," he muttered to himself, sighing. He grabbed a robe - it was cold in the house, and very warm in bed - and shrugged it on, pulling it uncharacteristically tight. But, again, cold.
As he managed to make his way out of their bedroom, he saw Solas exactly where he expected. Sitting at his desk, laptop casting a blue glow across his features, looking...
He was all sharp angles in his irritation. Legs crossed, chin in hand, elbow braced on the table, typing rapidly with his free hand. "Solas?" No response. He sighed and trudged forward, bumping into the other man when he got close enough.
Solas jumped and made a sound that Varric was determined to never forget. "What are you- oh." It was always strange to see Solas looking sheepish, but here they were. "Sorry. I woke you?"
"There's that deductive reasoning I love," he shot back dryly, Solas smirking. But after a moment the expression fell away and he settled back in the chair, gesturing at the screen.
"People are infuriating." Varric blinked at the screen - also way too bright for three in the morning - and sighed. Then he reached forward and grabbed the mouse, clicking that delightful little X in the corner. Solas made another really brilliant noise, some kind of disgruntled...
Well, Varric wanted to call it a squawk. Solas would hate that so much.
"Yes," he told his love, "yes, they are. And so are you. Now come to bed."
"Have to tell everyone they're wrong, I know."
"Oh, I know, Chuckles. Just trying to get them to see reason."
"Varric!" He actually sounded put-out now, and Varric relented. A little.
"Come to bed. You can tell everyone they're wrong tomorrow."
"But they're wrong tonight." Solas' tone changed, though. He wasn't fighting it anymore, he just needed to be convinced.
"And I'm sure they'll be equally wrong tomorrow. Aren't you?"
"Fine. But on one condition."
Varric sighed, then flapped a hand in defeat. "Name it."
"I get to tell you why everyone is wrong online tomorrow. At least 15 uninterrupted minutes."
"Fine, but only if we're asleep before three-thirty."
"Hmm." Solas made a show of considering it, then grinned. "Deal."
