The Color of Your Eyes
Solas x F!Adaar
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Summary: Solas can't stop thinking about the Inquisitor after the kiss in the Fade.
A/N: Based on the prompt Courtship from the @loveofdragonage event.
The sun shone brightly, as the people living Skyhold slowly began to wake up.
Solas, however, had been up for quite some time. Being a dreamer, Solas much preferred the world of the Fade to the waking one, but that night in particular, he could scarcely find sleep and it was mainly the Inquisitor's fault. No matter how much he tried, almost every dream he had that night involved Asala Adaar in one way or another.
With what he had planned, catching feelings was the last thing he, or Asala, needed. It would be kinder in the long run, too, if he cut whatever was trying to happen between them now than later. The kiss had been a mistake. It was impulsive, it was a distraction and if he could…
If he could…he’d kiss her again.
It was with those thoughts in mind that he left his bed earlier than usual, making himself tea to stay awake. Deciding to stretch his legs, and enjoy the quiet of the early morning, he walked outside, enjoying the feeling of the grass on his feet.
When Solas first awoke from his slumber, the earth had been one of the few things that seemed to stay the same. The people, however…it was as if he walked in a world of tranquil. It disturbed him, to see the world he had left behind.
The world he, in a way, had created. All he wanted was to free his People from the chains of their slavers - not make them like this. Disconnected from the Fade, fearful of magic. A world he needed to undo, even if the people in it had to die.
Taking a deep breath, Solas looked around him, noticing he had walked quite a bit, finding himself in front of a large tree. He took a moment to sit under the shade of it, reflecting on his current predicament. If his plans were to succeed, he needed to focus. Trying to pursue someone such as the Inquisitor would only hinder that.
He shook his head, remembering a conversation the two shared not long after they had reached Skyhold.
“How are you feeling, now that they’ve officially named you the Inquisitor?” Solas had asked Asala.
The qunari winced. “It’s a title that I can use to do good.”
“But?”
“But…everyone keeps calling me ‘Inquisitor’. Not Asala, not even Adaar…just Inquisitor.” She sighed. “It almost feels like I’m part of the Qun.”
Asala, not the Inquisitor. The qunari mage whom he had misjudged. Once, he had thought all qunari to be the same as he had always seen - a single minded people, whose beliefs went against everything Solas stood for. And yet, through her actions, Asala had changed his mind about a few things. A task not so many had ever achieved and yet…
Solas sighed. It was as if his mind and his heart wanted different things. It would be kinder in the long run, he thought. But why couldn’t he allow himself this one moment of selfishness?
Looking down at the grass, he saw a small flower next to him. It would be unnoticeable if it wasn’t for its color - a shade of purple almost the exact color of Asala’s eyes. Almost without thinking, he gently picked the flower. As the people began to appear in his line of sight, signaling the rest of the fortress had woken up, Solas stood and made his way back inside.
Once he reached his room, he found Asala already there. She hadn’t noticed him enter, as she was looking at one of the frescoes he had recently painted.
“I am surprised to see you here so early.”
If she was startled by his presence, she did not show as she turned around and smiled at him. “Good morning to you too.” She pointed to one of the frescoes. “I didn’t know you could paint.
He walked towards her, until they stood side by side. “There are a lot of things you do not know about me.”
For a moment, he thought he might have spoken too harshly. An apology was on the tip of his tongue when Asala only smirked and said “Good.”
“Good?” He raised a brow.
“Good. It means I still have plenty of things to learn about you.”
“Oh? And what things have you learned about me, pray tell?”
Whispering, she said “Quite recently I learned you’re a better kisser than I thought.”
Solas didn’t reply, but he felt the heat on the tip of his ears. He shouldn’t be indulging in this…flirting, or whatever it was. And yet, he didn’t want the moment to end.
He turned to Asala. “There is something I wanted to show you.”
Her smile dropped for a moment. “Don’t tell me we were in the Fade this whole time again.”
Solas chuckled, shaking his head. “I wish, alas, no. You and I both are very awake.” Bringing his hand forward, he showed her the flower. “I found it outside on the grass, almost imperceptible.” He handed it to her before saying “It reminded me of you.”
Asala took the flower in her hands - it somehow looked even smaller when held by her - and studied it closely. “I had never seen one of these outside. It’s very pretty.”
“I thought so too.” Solas took a step closer. “It has the same color as your eyes.”
For a moment, her eyes widened just in the slightest as she looked at the flower again, and she smiled, just as a small shade of red appeared on her cheek.
“Thank you, Solas.” She said, and placed the flower behind her ear. For a moment, Asala leaned forward, and he thought, hoped, they’d kiss again.
But the sound of knocking and someone calling for the Inquisitor interrupted them. She grimaced before sighing and saying “I should get going.”
Before she could go, however, Solas said “Asala. There is…something else I’d like to speak to you with. When you’re free-”
“I’ll find you.” She finished the phrase and nodded. With a small smile on her face, she opened the door and left.
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