Here’s a little drabble is written a little while ago. This takes place after Into the Abyss and the parties excursions into the physical Fade. It plays on what his tomb said. Enjoy!
“Mistress Lavellan.” A voice made her lift her head, her hair pale like the tips of wheat.
“Solas.” She turned, removing herself from the large wooden table, cluttered with small bronze figures, many shapes like flags and pyramids. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m sorry to intrude, Inquisitor. I merely wish to speak with you, if you have the time.” Smokey grey eyes, like a misty morning pierced into Veowyn. Clear distress read across his face, and it made her heart ache.
Her mind went to Corypheus, as they had been dealing with him and his red Templar’s now on the regular, and has lost many good men and women to the cause. He must have noticed her scowl, because he spoke up, but his voice was quiet.
“This is a matter beyond Corypheus. It’s.. personal so to speak. I have, as you are aware, spend countless hours amongst spirits in the Fade. Whilst traveling through, I discovered a distressed spirit that spoke to me. It came to me, wailing in tones unlike I had heard before. However, as it wept, I realized it wept for me.” It seemed almost evasive, the way he ended his sentence, trying not to stare at her, like he wanted to tell her everything, but he was unsure if he should, or merely that he was afraid. He had her attention, and he continued.
“I remained silent, listening as the spirit cried out. It spoke of lost loves and fear. Emptiness and loneliness. Like it knew me. Like-“ he paused, feeling as if he was sharing too much of himself.
“Continue, Solas. I’m listening.” She reached out, placing her hand atop his. Veowyn took a moment to embrace the warmth of the other elf’s hand. It wasn’t often they had the opportunity to be alone. Let alone speak of private and personal matters. Their duties often kept them from each other, sometimes days passing before they can see each other privately again. The small glances and hidden touches never were quite enough.
He took a moment to complete his thought. “It showed me something of myself. A vision, I believe. I was standing there, nothing but the Fade in the distance, not even the Black City stood. However it was unlike the Fade that I knew. It was dark and I was...Alone. An eternity had passed and I was still alone.” He gripped her hand in his, holding on to it like a child would hold his mothers in a crowd. “That was why the spirit wept. It wept for me, alone unlike anything I had experienced. I asked the spirit what it wanted, friend or foe, for it knew too much. It didn’t want to feed my fear, like those from the rifts. It felt like a warning.” His eyes held emotion like Veowyn had never seen. He had truly been shaken by his encounter.
She could tell he was having trouble wrapping up what he was trying to say, unsure how to justify disturbing her while she was working. She moved closer to him, slowly pulling his arm closer towards her.
She clung to him, arms wrapping tightly around his frame. She could feel him shaking, as if he had come in from the cold. It was unlike him to falter, to show these private bits about himself, but she could also feel him relax under her embrace. Like a weight had been lifted. Her face moved closer to his, closing the distance between their lips as she kissed him. She was unsure if it would assist in easing the others fears, but for the moment, it seemed to. She pulled away briefly, lips glossy as their eyes met, her mouth poised to speak.
“Fear not, my heart. I’m not going anywhere.”
