5 kisses meme for transsolas with haddiyah x basra because i have an endless pool of feels about this ship
1.
mouths are meant to be kissed, to be whispered secrets and promises with tongue and lips, to be toyed and licked and nipped, often, always.
these are the words fluttering in her mind as she read to the qunari woman, whose head has dipped to touch hers, and then withdrew. now haddiyah’s gaze is trapped in those lips, as they weight and taste and repeat the words she herself is saying.
she would like nothing more than to kiss Basra now, but she dares not cross the threshold of their burgeoning relationship, afraid she might be too bold, afraid that her boldness would not be welcome – she remembers how the woman had recoiled the first time she had tried to touch her, and since then, she had made a point of letting her set the pace of their exchange.
this was no different.
and so she says nothing, and her lips remain closed. the desire has not abated, however, and tries as she may, she cannot turn her eyes away from the woman’s mouth. the first kiss they share is in her mind.
2.
there is nothing more thrilling than kisses after a fight, she thinks. blood pumping, ears ringing, heart hammering, almost spilling out of its cage, seeking, reaching out, as if after escaping death it needed the proof that it was still beating.
Basra is there, bloody, sweaty, panting but undoubtedly alive, and haddiyah wants to laugh at how lovely she looks, as battered and bruised as she is, and impulsively leans in to kisses her.
It is an act of life, an act of love, and as basra melts in her arms, she is convinced there cannot be a sweeter way to live yet another day.
3.
“what are you reading?”
basra doesn’t answer, only shows her the cover of the book she seems so engrossed into that she cannot tear her eyes away from its pages. it is a romance of some sort, probably from cassandra’s personal library – though the woman would never admit it – and it pleases haddiyah to see basra in the gardens, claiming this time as her own.
months earlier, it would never had crossed her mind, to do something so idle, so unproductive, so alien to the qun and its teaching.
she leaves the woman at her reading – she’d be loath to interrupt the few peaceful moments they have outside the inquisition – and as she presses her lips at the nape of her neck, she takes her leave, lingering a moment over the smell of her lover’s skin.
basra still doesn’t look up, but haddiyah carries with her the bubble of pleased laughter that escapes her throughout the entire day.
4.
there is a uniqueness to the kisses they share after their lovemaking.
they are more tender, more gentle, as if to beg forgiveness for the earlier passion, when nipping became biting and left an angry mark on the skin, when lips made way to teeth and nails sunk into flesh.
kisses of passion are pleasant, and awakens desire like nothing else quite can. but it is not a matter of pleasure here, not anymore – it is comfort and care, it is a silent i love you whispered over the other’s body, it is the most tender way to wish one’s lover good night.
It is a good night they repeat often.
5.
the young believe kisses are the privilege of youth, for surely passion cannot be found in the elderly. haddiyah and basra have been young once, and while passion is still accounted for after all these years, it has become ripe, like a well-aged wine whose qualities have been enhanced by time and love rather than diminished by them.
they are in rivain now, and the sea greets them every morning as they rise. basra kisses her, a gentle nip on the mouth, a tug on the lips.
“are you happy, asala?”
she takes her time to answer, savoring her lover’s – her wife’s – lips against her own, a mixture of mint and spices that makes her hums in contentment every time they meet hers.
for haddiyah: what are her desires for her twilight years? and for gaelle: if she was given the opportunity to ensure she never became the the warden, would she take it?
for haddiyah
i think she’d like to go back to Rivain and settle in a little cotage near the sea and just read books and grow a garden and tell stories of her travels to the children of the village. to tell them they can be anything they want as long as they have the courage to take the reins of their life into their own hands. that nothing is impossible. if her LI can be there with her too, that’s all she’s asking for. peace and quiet, and the sea as her horizon.
for gaelle
she would. even if it came at a price. gaelle never comes to terms with being a warden and regrets it bitterly every day of her life, even if she had no other choice. at the beginning of the Blight she even thinks she should have taken her own life instead of following duncan because she’s hurting too much. she does her duty because she realizes by killing the Archdemon, she also saves her people, but being a warden is not a role she wants to play. if she’s not with her people; fighthing for her peolpe, it’s not a life she wants and in which she can be happy.
merchantpunk replied to your post: the more i think about it the more i d...
ime it depends on their gender? like some gay (binary) ppl are only into their specific gender but some prefer similar-gendered to same-gendered and hence are attracted to some nb ppl
finharel replied to your post: the more i think about it the more i d...
I’m still sussing things out in my canon, but I actually ship Soren with Dorian as well as Solas. So it is not garbage at all, no worries.
transsolas replied to your post: the more i think about it the more i d...
its kind of complicated. ive had several nb people tell me that they’ve been hit on by gay men and gay women even when these people knew they were non-binary - i think it has more to do with gender expression, imo
cassandrapentaghast replied to your post: the more i think about it the more i d...
it is not garbage
thank you all so much for replying! what you've said makes a ton of sense and i truly appreciate it c:
ps finny i am dying to know more about these relationship dynamics oh my gosh
for ista and bull! sfw - 10 and 11; nsfw - 3 and 12! <3
10 - Any pets or plants?
...you're telling me it's a bad idea for Ista and Bull to adopt a dragon, aren't you? ("It would be perverse, certainly."
"--hush, Dorian.")
I do think that one of Leliana's corvids takes a liking to Ista and Bull both. They're tall. Good perches. Bull would joke about the fate of his remaining fingertips. Plus, all my OCs like birds. It's a thing. Ista is also an enthusiastic but only semi successful gardener.
11.Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?
Both, and both. Though shared showers are definitely heading into nsfw territory, and baths are only possible if the sides of the thing aren't too ridiculously high. Of the pair of them had something large, deep, but shallow sided...they'd never get out. Ista loves water. If you can't find her, and you're near the Storm Coast, she's in it, rain or no rain. I think Ista's more a bath oil than bubble bath type, though, and Bull's plently smart enough to indulge that
3. Any kinks they clash on?
Ista is not good at any sort of role play, which would probably surprise Bull, for whom I imagine it's sort of a matter of course. But Ista has to feel grounded, either through pain or intimacy or both, and trying to play out explicit scenes is greatly discomfiting. It isn't a big issue for them, just causes a few nights break down in laughter as they fail. Gagging is also a hard boundary for her. But she's surprised over her own enjoyment over things that leave physical marks or breathplay. Or being slipped written instructions. But she delights in that.
12. How are their afterglows?
Slow. Quiet. Ista's quite vocal during sex unless explicitly told not to be. Often, they push each other. Find the heart of each other's anger, the reasons behind it, moving beyond it. It can be loud. Tearful. Rage filled. But also safe, and afterward she's calm, solid in herself and the man at her back, or under her, or...well. You see.
