#Harel Deliss

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Harel Deliss (next next chapter- aka. rough draft) exerpt

“May I know your reasons?” Solas asked quietly when I returned and said no to his offer. His back perched on the edge of his office desk looking at my form sitting uncomfortably in a chair. Facing him. “You think it’s too much… why?” His grey gaze searching the answer in my face.

I averted my eyes to avoid seeing disappointment and hurt in his. The floor seemed extremely interesting at that moment. “I’m just not ready for this, Solas.”

A short silence ensued. A heavy sigh before his voice could be heard. “Then… don’t give me your answer right now. Take a few days to reconsider.” I met his gaze. “That’s all I’m asking.”

“Why is this so important to you? I mean- all of a sudden you ask me to move in?”

“Why wait?”

I raised my eyebrow.

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Harel Deliss.

Solas co-owns “Harel Deliss”, a posh restaurant in the heart of town, where the elite class decides to spend their money depending on their whims. The stakes are high. Its rival is a well-known “De Fer’s Bouquet” run by a money-driven French born business woman. Ellana, our protagonist, gets unfairly dismissed from “De Fer” and finds herself, due to some unforeseen circumstances, in the need of money, and thus goes to competition to earn her due. Life is full of surprises, as they say.

Lesson Eleven: Be careful with your words. Read it on AO3.

I knocked and opened the door to Mr. Harel’s office. He was sitting behind his desk, head buried in the papers scattered all over the place. No sign of Dorian yet, although I suspected he would arrive shortly. He was not a morning person. As Solas saw me he rose and smiled timidly.

“Ellana… good morning.”

I closed the door and proceeded further into the room stopping at the desk. His curious gaze was following my every move. Embolden by his undivided attention I cleared my throat and gathered courage to say my part.

“I guess we need to talk,” I admitted meeting his gaze. He nodded then moved to sit on the edge of the desk. Right where I was standing.

“Go on.”

“I apologise for... leaving so soon after we were rescued from that elevator. I think I needed some air... to clear my mind. I was-“ I bit my lip and looked at the papers on the desk to avoid his penetrating gaze, “overwhelmed by what happened and needed some time to process it all.”

He nodded and asked: “Ellana, do you think I’m pressuring you?”

“What? No! Nothing like that. Everything that happened was consensual.”

“I know that,” he agreed, “what I mean is-,“ he smacked his lips and sighed. “I understand why you want to keep things professional. We have a relationship that is beyond work-related and sometimes it may seem that-I would not want you to think that I’m trying to take advantage of you.” His brows furrowed and worry crept into this gaze.

“I don’t think that way, Mr. Harel. Solas. It’s a bit complicated but-yeah, let’s just leave it at that. It’s complicated.”

“Complicated,” he savoured the word on his tongue. “It’s certainly the right word for this,” he motioned between us.

“Anyway… I wanted to ask you about Mr. Tethras,” I needed to stick to my plan.

“What about him?”

“Is he… safe to work for?” I hoped it did not sound as bad as I thought.

Solas leant back and crossed his arms on his chest. “Why do you ask?”

“Because my brother is working for him and I don’t’ know…” I wavered my hand around. “Maybe I’m being over cautions but something Mahannon said just –doesn’t seem right.”

A long silence filled the room as we were observing each other. He was thoughtful as if considering something before replying.

“I agree that Mr. Tethras is a talented businessman and investor. How he runs his own business is not my business. Do you understand?”

“So you have your suspicions?” I pushed a little harder.

“I think he will keep your brother out of trouble, Ellana. I would not worry about that. However, what or whom your brother involves himself with while working for Mr. Tethras should be between the two of them. And I assume that your brother is old enough to look after himself, right? Isn’t it a high time for him?”

Strange, his voice took on an icy tone when talking about my sibling.

“Ellana, I think you’ve done enough for your brother. From what you told me about your past, am I wrong?”

I sighed. He was right, I should stop worrying about Mahannon and let him live his life the way he see fit.

“Fine,” I agreed, “I trust you and Mr. Tethras. And if there was something going on I’m sure my brother would have told me by now.”

A few heart beats of silence filled the room again.

“Ellana,” he rose from the desk to stand before me with his hands behind his back. “What’s happened?”

“What do you mean?” I asked suddenly breathless.

“Why do you continue pushing me away?”

“I-“ I sighed as words left me.

He kept looking at me as if trying to find the answer on my face. “I promised to give you time and space as I understood you needed them. I thought we were making progress, small, but some. And after Friday I thought that-it would change everything for us. That you decided to-“ he clenched his jaw and licked his lips clearly frustrated. “I want to understand what I’m doing wrong. Am I pushing too hard or on the contrary, I’m not fast enough.”

“Ah, no. It’s not you-“

“Please, vhenan,” he snorted. “Don’t try this ‘it’s not you it’s me’ excuse. We are too mature for that. I would like the truth if you will.”

I took a long breath and decided to go with it, namely, telling him the truth.

“I don’t want to ruin the reputation of ‘Harel Deliss’. And if this,” I motioned between us, “ever got out you could be in serious trouble. And I would probably have to leave.”

He licked his lips and swallowed hard. Oh, so he considered this. Oh.

“I’m aware of that,” he admitted calmly.

Oh.

“However, I suspect there’s more to it than just your benevolent nature of preserving the good name of this establishment.”

I sighed. Here we go.

“I may have been informed that… certain photos and recordings got into the hands of… some people who would seek your harm. In a professional way, I mean.“ I bit my cheek silently pleading him with my eyes to stay calm. Which worked. Hmm. He was too calm.

“Photos and recordings,” he repeated quietly. “Of what or whom?”

Closing my eyes for a short while helped me to find the strength to divulge the rest of the secret.

“Us. Together. I saw the one of us from the hall, when you were embracing me. And I heard the recording of us from… the cellar. I suspect there are photos of that too.”

Solas closed his eyes and sighed. Just as he suspected. He managed to maintain his temper because of Ellana and her worried gaze. Anyone, who tried to hurt her will regret it. He decided it was imperative to consult their law advisor again.

“Right. What we need on top of that is the footage from the bank elevator now,” he remarked sarcastically, shaking his head.

“What?” I gulped. “Oh my, there were cameras! Oh my god! How stupid of me! Oh no!” His arms circled me instantly and I was hushed by his calm voice and humming of my name. He held me tight, assuring that they would not release any of the footage from the cameras. And that he was only joking. And that he was sorry for scaring me.

It felt good to be close to him and also to tell him the truth. When I calmed down he pulled away slightly to look into my eyes. “I will not let anyone to hurt you, vhenan. Remember that.”

“Thank you. I’m better now. It’s good that you know,” I admitted sheepishly. His thumb chased a lonely tear away of my cheek.

“I have known about this for a while,” he admitted.

“W-what?”

He sighed. “I wanted you to trust me. To tell me in your own time. And I’ve already taken certain… steps when it comes to the solution.”

“What steps?” I searched his face frantically for an answer.

“I’ve met with,” he sighed pausing in his speech, “Madame De Fer.” Seeing my jaw going rigid he continued. “It’s alright, my heart. I believe it still has to do with the recipes, am I right?”

I nodded unable to reply. His fingers kept brushing my jaw.

“Good. I have a meeting with Morrigan at the end of this week. I would very much like that you attend as well. She may be able to help.”

“You told her about this?” I could not believe that he was arranging things behind my back. But on the other hand he had some of it under control unlike me who was scared to tell him the truth in the first place.

“She’s of a peculiar character but she’s a brilliant lawyer. One who can rival the De Fer’s. One of the reasons we have been working with her for years now. You can trust her, love.”

“Alright, I will. I feel so embarrassed now,” I tried to hide my face in his chest.

He chuckled. “Don’t be. I understand your reservations. After all… I’m not an easy person to be around.”

“Or with,” I muttered.

“Hilarious.” His voice betrayed relief and humour.

Just when I was about to reply the door opened and Dorian came in. He rolled his eyes seeing us so close.

“Oh, for really? Keep your hands off her, Solas! It’s enough that you do not stop talking about her.”

I looked at Solas with a raised eyebrow. “You talk about me?”

He chuckled. “Sometimes.”

Dorian sat comfortably behind the desk and stated under his breath. “More often than sometimes. I’d say every single hour.”

I looked at Solas, who lowered his gaze and blushed slightly. Oh well. That’s new.

I left them to their own devices although Solas’ gaze was following me to the door.

*

“Could I have a moment, Miss Lavellan. Before I leave.” Not a request but rather an order.  

“No,” I whispered to him frantically. “We are working on new recipes. With Lacy. She’s stubborn… and determined to get this right. And I need to fill an order for the ingredients.” I moved back to Harding’s side.

Mr. Harel walked around and exchanged a quick word with Patrick and Tom. Something about tomorrow’s menu. I was determined to not eavesdrop as I handed the chocolate flakes over to Lacy.

Suddenly, Mr. Harel appeared right next to me.

“I really would like a word with you. In private.” His voice was strained.

“Later.”

“Now, please.”

“No, I want to make this done.”

“Ellana, I would really like to see you for a moment.”

When I didn’t reply he asked coyly. “Shall I kiss you in front of everyone?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t dare,” I hissed. Totally aware that Lacy heard him as she stopped in her movements.

“Wouldn’t I?” He smirked.

The battle of glaring at each other was won by him. “Fine. Your office?” He nodded and I followed him.

The moment the door was closed I was against the wall and his lips on me. He was hungry and determined to kiss me properly. I moaned when he nipped on my lip.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he groaned into my ear. “I am at my wits end when it comes to you.” His hands travelled down to land on my hips and he grinded against me.

“Solas, this is crazy,” I moaned again. “We should not be doing this here.”

He hummed against my neck. “You’re right. Let’s go to my place.”

“W-what?! I’m at work if you haven’t noticed.”

“Just tell your boss you’re indisposed. He’ll understand.” His leg found its way between mine.

“Solas, you are my boss.”

“And I understand that you may be indisposed. You can go home. Preferably mine.” He chuckled licking along my neck. I keened and my breath hitched.

He leant back and looked at me. “Wouldn’t you rather we were in a warm bed enjoying this for the whole evening?”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?” He asked mockingly. “Your body is telling me otherwise.”

“Damn it, Solas. I am indisposed today, so… I will not go to your place,” I hoped that he would get the hint.

“That you are. Now, as your boss I will make sure that you end up in a bed.” Another kiss on my lips. This time it was playful and chaste. “Is that better?”

“Solas, I’m- it’s that time of the month,” I huffed when he started nibbling my ear.

He stopped and met my gaze. “I see.” He kissed me on the forehead before releasing a long breath. “Are you in pain?”

I smiled. He could be so quick to change moods. “A bit. I took some painkillers earlier and they seem to help.”

He regarded me quietly for a moment as if considering his options.

“What if I ran you a bath and took care of you?”

“Why such a change?”

“You don’t think I’d like to take care of you? Hmm?” When I did not answer he continued. “You think I care only about sex?”

I sighed but was unable to come out with a decent reply.

He huffed. “It’s more than that Ellana. And I hope you know it. At least that’s what I thought we established this morning. Seems that we did not.” He let go of me clearly frustrated.

“Is that what-“ he started saying when Dorian opened the door and popped his head in.

“Good, you’re still here. We need to resolve… ahh, Ellana! I didn’t see you there in the corner.” His eyes moved between the two of us and understanding dawned on him. “Seems that I have interrupted again. Still, I would prefer your assistance, Solas.”

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” Solas was not pleased with the interruption. His stoic demeanour was gone and he was chewing on his cheek while regarding me closely. “We have not finished this discussion, Ellana. I hope-,” he sighed heavily and ran his hand over his face.”Fenedhis,” he hissed.

This was the first time I heard him swear.

“I’m unsure of what I’m doing wrong.” He looked at me, gaze full of longing and despair. Two steps and he was in front of me pulling my face up to kiss me passionately for a moment. “Fine, have it your way. I’ll call you later tonight.”

With that he left me to calm down before returning to the kitchen.

*

Morrigan. That was her name. She was currently sitting next to me asking particulars about my work at De Fer’s. Solas was sitting behind the desk, his hands playing absently with a pen, Dorian was gracefully sipping from a tumbler and walking around the room. It was late in the afternoon and I was getting more and more tired. I was up since five o’clock this morning. Yet, I gave my promise to Solas to be here, so here I was.

The woman was taking the notes and making small comments along. She was of a peculiar character, that was certain, and yet she emanated the air of strength and authority.

“I think I can work with that,” she decided after a hundred and one questions. She rose from her seat and packed her things. “I will contact you, Mr. Harel, as soon as I have something solid. Probably next week. Miss Lavellan,” she turned to me, “please send me those emails as soon as you can. Preferably tonight.”

At that point I would have agreed to anything. I was tired and even a warm cup of tea in my hands could not improve my mood. I was still sitting there, hands around the cup, inhaling the lovely smell of honey and lemon, as Solas moved from behind the desk to sit next to me.

“Vhenan, are you alright?” His eyes bore into mine.

“I’m exhausted, that’s all. I think I’ll take Lacy on the offer of swapping nights and just go home.”  I admitted reluctantly. Looking around I discovered that we were alone. Dorian must have walked Morrigan out.

“You look a bit pale,” Solas stated while his hand caressed my forehead. Then he put a strand of hair behind my ear. “Shall I take you home?”

I shook my head. “I’m fine. I brought my car today.”

He nodded. “Very well. I will call you tonight to check on you.”

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” I snorted into my cup.

He looked at my drink scrunching his face. I knew he did not like tea. “Because I care about you, Ellana.”

“I know.” I still felt guilty after our talk the other day. And we did not have time to discuss it again. Or let him have a say. I muddled over that for a while sipping my tea.

“So, I’ll see you on Sunday?” I tried to make a conversation. If only to prevent myself from falling asleep right there.

“It’s my day off. I have something planned.” He sighed and clicked his tongue. “Maybe I could change it yet.”

I snorted again. How very ladylike.

“You’ll survive a day or two without seeing me.” I joked and got up.

“I doubt that.” He admitted.

I chuckled and gathered my things. “Well, I’ll talk to you later, Solas. If I do not answer that means I’m asleep. Don’t panic.” I pointed my finger at him. That brought a smile to his face.

“Very well, vhenan. Sleep well.”

*

A standstill, that’s what is was.

“You’re not going to tell me?” I asked again.

Solas was sitting behind his desk looking at me patiently. And without a word.

After asking him about his reasons to dismiss Silva he got quiet. ”I do not wish to comment on that. Just leave it be, Ellana.”

“What was the reason? Why can you trust me and just tell me?”

He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. Reclining further into the chair he pursued his lips and kept observing me with a heated gaze.

“Don’t ask questions I cannot give you answers to.”

“W-what? Are you’re kidding me? You just don’t want to admit that it had something to do with… the photos,” I ended up lamely.

He smacked his lips and took a long inhale. “I will not comment on that subject. Please return to your duties, Miss Lavellan.”

Solas levelled me with his eyes.

Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be. Well then, I thought dryly.

“You always think you know what’s best for me, right? Always so pompous and so correct,” I snarled with bitterness in my voice. “Well, I have a news for you, Mr. Harel. I can take care of myself.”

“I highly doubt that,” he remarked with a straight face.

That bastard! I almost lost my control. The stapler was the closest object on his desk and for a second I considered throwing it at him.

“So… you still think me being incapable of taking care of myself, I see.”

“Ellana, it’s not-“

“That’s fine,” I interrupted him. “At least I know that your opinion of me as a person has not changed since the day we met…”

“Ellana…” Did I just heard him growling? “Don’t push me.”

“Because what? You’re going to decide what’s going to happen next? Isn’t it what you always do?”  I remarked sarcastically.

He stood up and slowly moved around the desk to stand a foot away.

“Be careful what you say, Miss Lavellan. I have little patience for childish behaviour. And that’s how you’re acting now.”

I observed his flaring nostrils and clenched jaw. Did I go too far?

“So now… I’m a child?” I raised my head defiantly.

His eyes followed the contour of my face and then landed on my lips. He licked his own before meeting my gaze. “I didn’t give you what you wanted so you started acting like one.”

“I just asked you a simple question and you dodged the answer!”

He shook his head. “Don’t raise your voice, Miss Lavellan. We are not at a bazaar. I would advise you to take a small break before returning to your duties.”

He turned around and walked back to his seat. Our eyes met. “We will not discuss it again.”

I turned around and left without a word.

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Lesson Twelve: Family can be a pain… in the backside.

Warning: strong language, NSFW

-also excerpts-

“So, it’s him you sleep with.” Mahannon stated as I flopped back onto a seat of the local take away. I froze on the spot.

“What do you mean?” I managed to articulate.

“I just saw you two! Either he’s bold as hell to stand so close and touch you, or you sleep with him. The way you leant into his touch was a tell-tale.”

I remained silent for a few heartbeats trying to calm down. I just said goodbye to Solas who spotted me and my brother through a window and waved me over. We talked for a few moments and that was apparently enough for Mahannon to draw his own conclusion.

“It’s none of your business,” I muttered unhappy that the evening was turning sour. It was supposed to be a quiet night; just the two of us having some food and watching a film at home.

He snorted.

*

His eyes locked with mine and he touched his forehead to mine. “I wish I could keep you like this forever. Or… at least a bit longer.” His arms tightened around my back.

“I’m at work, Solas.”

“As your boss I would say that you still provide service. A very needed kind of service.” His lips trailed to my ear and I shivered. I knew where this was going. Any chance he had he enjoyed being close. As close as possible. Still… I had to finish the chocolate cake recipe I was currently working on with Lacy, so I could not get distracted by his caresses and soft mouth now teasing my neck.

“You’re incorrigible,” I half-moaned, half-groaned at him.

*

“Thank you, Bull. “Solas commented as he took a sip of his own coffee. “Now, are you happy working here?”

Bull glanced at Dorian and then returned his gaze to him. “I am. Very much so. The place is pleasant, people are skilled, and the clientele requires our best. I like challenges. And opportunities.”

“Would you be willing to stay permanently then?” Solas took another sip of his beverage glancing towards Dorian who lacked his usual chattiness.

“I would.” Bull nodded. “But I would like to discuss a pay rise. I understand you reward skills and experience.”

* 

“So, I heard that you work in the city centre? In an exclusive restaurant?”

“Ahh, yes. That’s correct.” I smiled at him. No need to be freaking out or being impolite. He’s just a guy and maybe he doesn’t like me.

“She’s the chef-patissiere now. She’s amazing with the cakes.” My mum interjected making a pause in eating the vegetable soup. “I asked her to bring a dessert and she made it herself.”

Loranil glanced at me with a smile on his face. “Then I may have something to look forward to.”

excerpts from the chapter I’m currently working on; please enjoy and wait patiently until I sort it all out :D

‘Harel Deliss’ read first chapter on AO3

Summary:

Solas co-owns “Harel Deliss”, a posh restaurant in the heart of town, where the elite class decides to spend their money depending on their whims. The stakes are high. Its rival is a well-known “De Fer’s Bouquet” run by a money-driven French born business woman. Ellana, our protagonist, gets unfairly dismissed from “De Fer” and finds herself, due to some unforeseen circumstances, in the need of money, and thus goes to competition to earn her due. Life is full of surprises, as they say.

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the next chapter of ‘Harel Deliss’ is with my Beta.

it’s fine. i’m not worried. 

*nervous noises*

just so you know.

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Finally, I have updated the page with all my fanfiction stories I have written so far.

You’re welcome to browse them and (re)discover the stories of mine.

The links are to my main blog, side blog, and also AO3, as I seem to be very inconsistent when it come to publishing them. Oh well.

You will find: “Follow your heart” a multi-chapter Solavellan story with a twist; an AU multi-chapter story with Solas walking through the eluvian and ending up in England called “Unexpected”; a modern AU where Solas owns “Harel Deliss”, a posh restaurant, and Ellana is a chef de patisserie.

Also some one shots, or three-shots featuring some of my Inquisitors.

There are also prompts from tumblr.

All in one place now ;)

Happy reading. And if you feel like it, drop me a word.

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Lesson Nine: Sometimes trouble finds you on its own.

Summary:

Solas co-owns “Harel Deliss”, a posh restaurant in the heart of town, where the elite class decides to spend their money depending on their whims. The stakes are high. Its rival is a well-known “De Fer’s Bouquet” run by a money-driven French born business woman. Ellana, our protagonist, gets unfairly dismissed from “De Fer” and finds herself, due to some unforeseen circumstances, in the need of money, and thus goes to competition to earn her due. Life is full of surprises, as they say.

Also on my AO3

“Dancing Crocodile,” Bull repeated the name of his new cocktail handing me another glass. “You should like this better. It’s more… sour in taste.”

I eyed the drink and him suspiciously but his face was of pure innocence. I didn’t buy it and yet I took a sip. Tangy sour with a hint of sugar. I liked it so I smiled at him. He beamed at me and then proceeded to wipe the over-cleaned counter.

I was sitting alone at the east part of the bar where the staff usually gathered after their shift. I finished work half an hour ago and decided to have a few drinks before calling a taxi. Tomorrow was my day off and I planned to spend it with my parents who dogged me for a visit since like… forever. I was going alone as my brother was surprisingly busy at his new job. Varric held him closely paying special attention to him, not allowing any slips and failures. I hoped he would set him straight somehow.

I also was content and a bit confused as only this morning I discovered a huge payment deposited in my bank account. The sum would completely cover my parent’s debt and then leave some for the expenses. That’s what the instruction note said, ‘for your parents’, I hoped I would know who the mysterious benefactor was. I may have told a couple of people when I got drunk the other night, so to discover exactly who that person was wasn’t going to be easy.

“Would you try another one?” Bull leaned on the counter and pushed another glass with a cocktail in it. This one was pink salmon with a bit of blue at the bottom. It was swooshing to the top and passing into green. A slice of orange perched on the brim.

“Are you’re trying to get me drunk, Bull?” I asked innocently. I knew what he was doing. I blame Skinner and her big mouth. Apparently, they had this Thursday night club where they met after work and played poker or chess, or something else between friends. And they drank, so of course they got chatty. Especially Skinner.

“Nah, just trying these new recipes and you’re the only one who’s courageous enough to try them. So…” His head subtly moved to the left to look behind me.

“Ah-ha! Found you!” A whisk of enticing cologne enveloped my senses. Nice one.

“What’s get you?” The bartender smirked at the newcomer.

Dorian frisked and then laughed. “You invited me here! You serve the drinks, right?”

The other man shook his head but started fixing a drink. In the meantime Dorian focused on me. “So… you’re alright?”

I nodded as I sipped on the new drink. Ouff. Too sweet. I pushed the glass towards Bull. “This one is a definite no-no. Too sweet. Sickly sweet. Yuck!”

Bull pushed the ‘Dancing Crocodile’ towards Dorian and took the glass from me. “Fine, no ‘Merry Rainbow‘ for you.”

“W-what? Is that its name?” I chuckled.

Bull shrugged with his back towards me and proceeded with pouring another drink.

“It’s been busy last couple of months. It seems that we may start considering expanding.” Dorian looked at me caressing his moustache. “We’re probably need to find an idea or two for something good but-“ he tipped his glass. “It’s nice to look forward to something pleasant for a change.”

“What do you mean?” I asked while Bull passed me another drink. This one was dark orange mixed with red. I didn’t dare to ask what was in it.

“Well, we had some rough time and then we hit a brick,” he glanced towards me, “luckily at the end we managed to prevent the disaster and now it seems that our gambit paid off.”

I tried to retract the events of the last couple of months. The gambit? The disaster? What was he on about?

“And… it seems that Solas took the brunt of it. I dislike seeing him retreating into that shell of loneliness of his. It’s hard to get to him when he’s focused on work and nothing else. I worry sometimes that he-“ he sighed and then continued, “-that he will end up alone. And he wold not bear that well.” His grey eyes met mine and I saw affection and worry in them. For his friend.

Something clutched at my heart and I had to ask. “Why you’re telling me this?”

Dorian was quiet and met Bull’s gaze. Their hands brushed for an instant longer then appropriate before Dorian brought a freshly refilled glass to his lips.

I caught Bull’s smirking. Oh-oh. So, that’s what had been going on between them? Nice. I usually did not pay attention to rumours but this one seemed to be true.

Dorian put the glass on the counter, then turned his body towards me. “Because he cares about you more than he is willing to show. And he is hurt by you avoiding him.”

“I do not… avoid him,” I protested lamely.

“Sure, and pigs can fly.” Bull muttered under his breath.

“When was the last time you talked to him, Ellana? I mean aside from talking about work.”

“Dorian,” I shot him an uneasy look, “we are not together and whatever you think that happened it’s not-“ I sighed.

He leaned closer. “I know what happened, my dear. And I know how much it affected Solas; how much he wants this, you, and all. And I am not blind to miss the way you look at him.” He straightened and took another sip.

I was staring at my fingers wrapped around the glass. Who was I kidding? I loved the stubborn guy and it hurt me to push him away. And he’s been true to his words, giving me my space and time. And yet, I saw his eyes following me and the yearning in his gaze. I would lie if I said I did not crave him especially late at night, when I thought about us together. If only to see him smirking at me, or caressing me, or-

“Another one, boss?” Bull took the empty glass from Dorian’s hand dragging his fingers alongside his. Dorian coughed and pushed the glass towards the bartender with a strained ‘no’. Bull laughed. Then he turned towards Krem who had just joined our corner.

“If ever you need to talk, or just need anything please-“ Dorian’s gaze moved behind me and he smirked at another newcomer. “Want to join our degustation of fancy drinks?”

I could feel a warm hand slightly touching my back, but before I moved the newcomer replied. “Thank you for the invitation but I must decline. We are quite busy tonight, if you haven’t noticed. I came to collect you.”

He was still at my back and definitely moved closer as I could feel his body heat. Pleasant shivers ran down my back.

“Oh, well… you don’t have to be such a party-pooper, Solas. Come, have one with us!”

Solas sighed. “Thank you but no. I need a favour in fact.” His voice was stern if not a little suggestive. “Table five may require your attention.”

Dorian snorted and yet his gaze turned serious after looking in the table’s direction. I observed him closely, still unwilling to acknowledge the presence at my back.

Dorian looked at Solas. “I see. How do you want me to handle it?”

I turned around moved my gaze onto Mr. Harel. He caught my eyes before turning towards his partner. “As usual, I guess.” To which Dorian nodded and stood up.

“Bull, I would need a couple of those sweet sickly drinks in waiting. Let’s see if we can sugar her up.” Then he winked at him and left.

“I trust you don’t plan on driving tonight?” Solas’ hand touched my arm to direct my attention back to him. His eyes were serious and yet I saw warmth and longing in them. Damn, why did he make it so damn difficult? And now all I wanted was to-

“No worries, boss.” Bull interfered. “I have a taxi waiting for her. I’ll make sure she has reached her home.”

“Thank you. I appreciate the assistance.”

I huffed but said nothing, the way they looked after me was touching and I enjoyed their little gestures of familiarity and taking care of others. Bull was especially good at providing what people needed. He just observed and made things happen; even without being asked.

“Ellana?” Soft question brought me back to focus on Mr. Harel. “Are you alright?”

I wanted to say yes, and then I wanted to say no and then… wrap my arms around him and hug him close and tell him how desperately I needed him. But that would be too much for him and me. And so I just sat there and stared at him while he stared back and a small smile started dancing across his lips and it filled me with such warmth that I could barely breathe.

Suddenly, I felt like crying, so I sighed and looked around. Even as secluded as we were in the east corner of the bar, we were still in public and him standing so close and his hand touching my arm were definitely suggestive signs. My gaze followed the movements of people and then landed on the table five. I forgot to breathe this time for certain. I froze momentarily and watched a satisfying smirk appearing on the customer face. She had a clear sight of me and Mr. Harel. She didn’t need more proof than that. Fucking Madame de Fer.

My brain, even clouded by the alcohol, could see the implications as I tried to not freak out on the spot. Luckily, Dorian broke the line of sight and I found the air to breathe. I couldn’t stay here, I needed to leave! That was my only focus now and that’s what I was doing. I grabbed my things and slid pass Solas to the exit.

And of course, I missed bafflement on Krem’s face or the thoughtful eyes of Solas who noticed my sudden change of behaviour. I also missed him looking at Bull and then tilting his head slightly towards the table in question. I also missed how our bartender nodded his head slightly in acknowledgment.

I missed all that as I was racing towards the taxi waiting outside ’Harel Deliss’ and then told the driver to get the hell out of here only giving him my address after two minutes of working on my breathing. I climbed the stairs towards my flat and I leaned against the closed door.

What now?

*

Cold shivers running down his spine. Not again, he thought exhausted. It was dark and quiet. His body was covered in sweat as the dream slowly started leaving his mind. A nightmare with her on his mind. He was scared and tried to catch her but was not fast enough and she fell into that endless dark hole of nothingness. All the while staring at him with sadness in her green eyes. He could not let her fall. He swore he would move mountains to see her happy.

He turned his head to grab his phone laying on the nightstand to check the time. A bit early but­­-

Three rings and then a hoarse grunt at the end of the line.

“I need a favour. Of a special kind. You said if I ever needed your… assistance you’d be happy to help.” He said into his phone hoping that the person would agree without asking too many questions.

“Sure. Whaddya need?”

“Find out who’s the source was and how it happened? And what proofs she has.”

A few breathy moments of silence and then a groan and sigh. “It can be arranged. Give me a couple of days.”

Solas closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. These were going to be the hardest days. He hated waiting. But he knew he had no choice. “Thank you. Truly.”

The man on the other end of the line grunted. “You may give me a pay rise as a thank you.” Then he hung up.

If he found the answer he would give him more than a pay rise.

*

“So, have you heard yet?” Skinner puffed out a small ring of smoke as she leaned more comfortably against the wall. We were standing outside ‘Harel Deliss’ taking a break and enjoying the sunshine.

To my raised eyebrow she clarified. “About Silva? He got fired by Mr. Harel the other day. And it was not pleasant.” She smiled and closed her eyes turning her face towards the heat.

“Oh? Do you know why?” I felt only slightly interested but asked anyway.

She smirked at me. “I have never seen Mr. Harel so stern and cold towards anyone. And he was scary as hell.”

“You’ve witnessed it? When did it happen?”

“Two days ago, you were off that afternoon. Silva came to work and was immediately asked to see Mr. Harel. They talked for a half an hour in his office and then Mr. Harel escorted Silva to the kitchen and then outside. Silva was beetroot red and nervous. And Mr. Harel did not relax until he was out of the door. Then he stood there and talked to Mr. Pavus who managed to calm him down. Eventually.”

I hummed. Strange.

“I hoped you’d know more about it… as you’re close to them.”

I shook my head. “What about Bull? Does he not know anything more?”

Skinner shrugged. “I don’t know. He might he might not. You never really know with him.”

“Get him drunk, then he may spill the beans.”

She laughed and then snorted. “Ohh, you have no idea how much drink he can hold! He would drink us all under the table and still keep his wits! He’s indestructible.”

“Well then,” I sighed, “all we need is to wait a bit. I’m sure someone will tell sooner or later.”

She pocketed her e-cig and shoot me a look. “You know… you could always ask Mr. Harel.”

I shook my head even before she finished the sentence. “I won’t and you know it.”

“Just a thought. Anyway, what do you think about Paolo?”

I laughed. Paolo was Patrick’s nephew. It turned out that the chef wanted his nephew to start a career in the industry and thought it would be good to lend him a hand… by supervising him. He also admitted that he had planned to have his nephew to get the position I previously applied for. So, the mysterious reasons for him dismissing me when I came for the interview got cleared up. At least he was honest about it. Even apologised to me on a couple of occasions.

Paolo was a nice guy but he was not really suited for the job. It’s been a week since he was with us and yet he could not find his place. Tom, our sous-chef, was rolling his eyes every so often and mumbling under his breath.  He even joked that his new-born baby knew more about food than Paolo.

“I don’t know what to think about him. I’m also surprised that So-Mr. Harel employed him, even if it’s on a trial basis.” I was aware that Skinner picked up on my near slip-up and I blushed. “Anyway, break’s over. Let’s go in before Lacy eats all the marshmallows.”

“Well, you’re the one who told her to make the bunny ears out of them, so how’s that her fault?”

*

“You’re being ridiculous, you know?”

“Yes. Thank you for stating the obvious.”

“And that frown does not improve on your facial features. Stop it.”

Solas took a long breath and managed to put on his usual mask of contemplative aloofness. His eyes darted to one of the booths in the corner of the restaurant. They were still there. Of course they were, as they have just been served the main course. He sighed.

“You really are ridiculous.” Dorian repeated. Exasperation in his voice. “They’re probably talking about her brother or Sera. They both working for Varric, right?”

He knew he was being ridiculous. But the unusual and unexpected request from Mr. Tethras to have Ellana as his lunch companion struck a nerve.

“Hmm… something is bothering her lately,” Dorian murmured after a moment of silence. “I mean more than usual.” He chanced a glance at his friend. And caught him staring at the booth again.

Solas’ glare moved onto his friend. “I know what’s been bothering her. I think I have found a solution to this though.” When his friend did not comment he continued. “I would probably need to pay a visit to our competition.”

A raised brow and a hum. “Is that why you met with Morrigan yesterday?”

“What makes you think that?”

Dorian snorted. “Because we hardly require any advice from the law expert at the moment. At least, none that I know of.”

He could have lied to Dorian but decided against it. He will know sooner or later. His gaze moved over the clients and the staff and then stopped at the booth. “She’s being blackmailed.”

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Harel Deliss. An excerpt.

Lesson Eleven: Be careful with your words.

...

“Alright, I will. I feel so embarrassed now,” I tried to hide my face in his chest.

He chuckled. “Don’t be. I understand your reservations. After all… I’m not an easy person to be around.”

“Or with,” I muttered.

“Hilarious.” His voice betrayed relief and humour.

Just when I was about to reply the door opened and Dorian came in. He rolled his eyes seeing us so close.

“Oh, for really? Keep your hands off her, Solas! It’s enough that you do not stop talking about her.”

I looked at Solas with a raised eyebrow. “You talk about me?”

He chuckled. “Sometimes.”

Dorian sat comfortably behind the desk and stated under his breath. “More often than sometimes. I’d say every single hour.”

I looked at Solas, who lowered his gaze and blushed slightly. Oh well. That’s new.

I left them to their own devices although Solas’ gaze was following me to the door.

...

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Harel Deliss

Lesson Ten has been published on AO3.

Here’s the excerpt:

A slow blush crept onto my cheeks as I felt his eyes on me. He stared focusing on every detail of my face. I had seen him doing that before but to feel his gaze again rose a flush to my cheeks and warmth throughout my tired body.

“I'll be fine. But thank you for the offer, Mr. Harel.” I tried to stay professional and keep my wits. However, I failed as I glanced at him and our eyes met. My breath caught in my lungs and a pleasant shiver ran down my back at the realisation that I wanted him. Now. With the way he kept looking at me, his lips slightly parted, and his stuttered breathing. My eyes went down to rest on his lips for a moment longer than appropriate and I did not notice a slow dilation of his pupils when he understood what I wanted.

Our eyes met again and then I had to swallow hard before moving my gaze around to find something else to concentrate on.

A slight touch to my cheek and a whisper of my name made me bolt upright and hide in the opposite corner. It was childish and I knew it but I did it anyway. It only took him two seconds to wrap his arms around me and hold me close. We both shivered at the contact. His lips started planting small kisses behind my ear eliciting long unbridled moans from between my lips. As his teeth grazed slightly at my earlobe my body arched towards him and I could feel the hardness against my ass. A strangled groan left his mouth as he pressed his hips closer to mine. This would end badly but neither of us stopped.

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Lesson Eight: Trusting someone is hard.

Summary:

Solas co-owns “Harel Deliss”, a posh restaurant in the heart of town, where the elite class decides to spend their money depending on their whims. The stakes are high. Its rival is a well-known “De Fer’s Bouquet” run by a money-driven French born business woman. Ellana, our protagonist, gets unfairly dismissed from “De Fer” and finds herself, due to some unforeseen circumstances, in the need of money, and thus goes to competition to earn her due. Life is full of surprises, as they say.

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“Shit, Sera! Be more careful!” I shouted at my roommate who just managed to spill milk over my hand and half the breakfast.

“Oups! I think I’m still sleepy after yesterday.”

“No, shit. You came back well after midnight, so I’m not surprised you’re just less than half awake.” I sneered at her wiping out the spillage.

“You’re not in a good mood today, sister,” Mahanon commented above his mug of coffee.

“Don’t you dare to start!”  I growled at him. This is not going to be a good day. I was already late and frantic about meeting with my boss. Well, both of them. They wanted to talk about the plans on expanding the confectionary and I was to be the one to advise them. And the thought of being in the same room with Mr. Harel for at least half a day was not something I looked forward to. He kept his distance for the last couple of weeks giving me my space but he did not fool anybody around. His side glances and long-time staring at me, while in the kitchen or in passing, just gave the rumours more credit. And the suggestive comments from Dorian and knowing smiles of my so-called friends at work did not help. It was only a matter of time before something breaks. I just hoped it was not going to be me.

“You need to get laid.” Sera commented chewing on her toast decorated with three types of marmalade. How could she eat all this sugar and be so thin, I could not understand. “Maybe that guy of yours can be of use?”

I nearly choked on the remainder of my coffee.

“What? What guy?” My brother halted his chewing on the cheese. His jaw slightly open in surprise.

“Wow! You’re really not paying attention, Nonnie! She had someone a while ago and now they are no longer together and Smartie got back to being grumpy and frustrated!” I wanted to strangle my roommate. For the second time this morning. I’ve decided to count to ten before opening my mouth and saying something I may regret later.

“Who’s it?” The cheese got munched upon and my sibling stared at me across the table.

“Not your bloody business,” I managed to get most of the venom out of my voice. Almost.

He shrugged. “You know I will find out, sooner or later. I can always ask around.”

“Don’t you even dare!” I stood up. “It’s my life and my business who I sleep with. You better focus on that new job of yours so I don’t have to collect your sorry ass from anywhere.” I stormed out of the kitchen and ran into my room. Changing into work clothes never been done so fast. In matter of five minutes I was out of the door. Fuck it. Just fuck it! Was it all for nothing? Shall I just let him know the truth and go with it? But how?

*

“I’m going for another round. Any special requests?” Dorian paused at the door with a tray in his hands. We have been at Mr. Harel’s office for the last two hours discussing and brainstorming over the cakes. We definitely drunk too much coffee and ate too many biscuits for my liking. As he was met with silence Dorian closed the door behind him leaving two of us alone.

I have tried to avoid looking at Mr. Harel for the majority of the time which was a feat in itself. He was moving around, passing documents and photos, and showing cooking books. Dorian was mostly showing things on his laptop. We were all moving around and on many occasions I could feel Mr. Harel looming over me or his fingers touching me briefly. Nothing tangible but I felt as if there was a pattern to his movements, some gravity as he circled around me. Enough to say that his behaviour put me on edge; even more than I was this morning.

He stopped just a foot away looking at the photos splayed on the desk. I heard him humming.

“If you have something to say just say it. But stop dancing around me.” I tried to keep my tone even.

“I have been pondering about your… affinity for strawberries, that’s all.”

I turned to face him. A mistake. The smirk gracing his lips was a mischievous one. I really wanted to smack him.

“My affinity for strawberries?”

“Yes. You seem to be particularly inclined to include them in every recipe you proposed we do.” He tilted his head towards the photos I put to one side.

Looking at them now I realised that yes, this was exactly what I was doing for the last two hours. I knew why and I sighed. Nothing can hide from him. I wonder if he pays special attention to my actions or everybody else’s as well? I really did not want an answer to that question.

“Why can’t we mix them with some blueberries and lemons it’s really beyond me. But-“ He paused and waited until I met his gaze. ”I would think that the customers appreciate the variety and choice, wouldn’t you?”

I sighed and leaned my back against the desk. I could feel his eyes resting on me.

“What is it, Ellana? Tell me.” His voice barely a whisper. His eyes pleading to trust him. “I’m here for you. Always.”

I swallowed the bile of guilt. Averted my eyes trying to remain strong in my resolution and forget his warm gaze. His hand grazed the desk just an inch of my own that was gripping the edge so tightly as if I was about to collapse.

“This is not about recipes, is it?” My eyes shot to his. Soft grey and blue adorned with slightly furrowed brows in concern. For me. Damn. His lips parted but I wasn’t ready to hear another plea so I choked out.

“I-I cannot sleep. I have problems with sleeping lately. Don’t know how to-“ Breaking the eye contact allowed me to put some distance. Also I moved towards the window. Change of scenery might be sufficient to stop wanting these things with him. Or wanting him. No, that will not happen.

“You worry too much. And you work too much.” His voice reached me. He stayed at the desk leaning against it just as I did a moment ago.

“You think?” I chuckled.

“Don’t you think I missed the overtime sheets I process for you and Harding? There’s so many of them for the last two weeks alone.” He chuckled in return. “I may start denying the payments if you continue to over-working yourself.”

I fully turned towards him. “You know it’s for your own benefit, Mr. Harel. You can see the results for yourself.“ I motioned towards the photos.

He nodded. “I agree but I would prefer you rest and enjoy your work rather than force yourself to stay awake.”

“I enjoy working for you, Mr. Harel. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” I assured him trying to loosen up the atmosphere. He shook his head but let it drop. At least for the time being.

We eyed each other in comfortable silence. Maybe for the first time in weeks. A small smile appeared on his face and his eyes got a bit darker. He hummed again. Oh oh.

“I think I took all the meringues Harding left on the counter. She said they are too good for the customers so we are to be her guinea pigs.” Dorian marched through the door balancing two trays in his hands. I rushed to help him settle them on the desk.

“More strawberries?” Mr. Harel chuckled slightly biting into one of the meringues. A bit of casting sugar stick to his upper lip and I had an overwhelming impulse to go to him and lick it with my tongue.

I have never been so grateful for such an ordinary question I heard from the Tevinter man. “Coffee?”

*

“So… are you better?” Sera put an arm around me and squeezed me briefly.

“Yeah, I guess.”  I admitted holding a warm mug of tea in my hands. “Sorry, for being such an ass recently. I have had a lot on my mind.”

“But you’re better, right?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Good. And don’t worry about being an ass. It happens to all of us. To some more than others!” She laughed.

“Oh, stop berating her. She had a shitty week!” Skinner slid into her favourite chair and put her feet on the table.

“Off with the feet” I said exasperated. She obliged though.

“Well, here we go! My favourite recipes from last Friday!” The happy voice of Harding was hidden behind the tower of snacks and confectionaries she was preparing in my kitchen since this morning. It was 5 o’clock on Saturday and we had a day off. Both of us, mysteriously. We also had a little gathering to watch a film, get some drinks and decent food. For the time being the food was to be salty and sweet. Nice combination but I had only one bathroom.

“That boss of yours giving you a hard time?” Mahanon placed the tray with drinks on the table and started passing them around. He missed a small blush on my cheeks.

“He always gives her hard time. Maybe because she’s talented and good at what she does.” Skinner grabbed his attention.

“You also had a problem with him?” He pushed a bit too close.

“Nah. He’s fair as a manager. It’s just… he can be distant and assy about things. But in overall he’s ok.” She put a few of the salty and sweet snacks on her plate. One bathroom only, I thought groaning.

“How’s your own job going?” She asked my brother who sat on the floor next to me and managed to drop a sticky roll on the floor. I groaned again.

“It’s fine. I’m- well doing fine. That’s what Varric said last night.”

“You like him.”

“I respect him. He’s challenging as a boss but he takes no bullshit from anyone. And I do respect that.” He admitted wiping off the stain off my carpet. I closed my eyes and finished the tea. I needed something stronger.

“So, have we decided on the rom-com or the action yet?” Sera leaned closer to Harding who passed her a sweet roll.

“Ok. I brought the bottles. No need to stand up every five minutes and pause the film.” The rattling of bottles carefully balanced on a tray made me smile. Yes, Krem always knew when to make an entrance.

“Just what I was hoping to hear,” I advised him happily eyeing the bottles and glasses.

He laughed. “What can I do for you, Ellana?”

“Whiskey. On the rocks, please.”

“Oooh, somebody starts heavily!” Sera whistled.

“Sush! You can have one if you want.” I stuck a tongue at her. She retailed by doing the same. Childish. But fun.

Eventually, we all managed to sit down and start a film. The vote of the majority settled down on a rom-com. A sappy one. Half way through we stopped to have a short break and people wandered around.

I passed by my handbag and checked my phone for any calls. I had two missed calls from Mr. Harel. Oh, it must be important if he calls me today. I pushed a call back button. No reply. He must be busy. I shrugged and went back to the living room pocketing my phone. Just in case.

Twenty minutes later I felt a buzzing in my pocket. Mr. Harel again. Shall I answer or not? Before I could decide he hung up. A few moments later I had a new text.

 Sat, 13 Aug, 19:32

Mr. Harel: Apologies Miss Lavellan. I know it’s your day off but I need to ask you a favour.

 It was all the text said. I groaned and detangled myself of the limbs and proceeded to the kitchen. Closed the door to mute off the noise from the living room.

“Miss Lavellan, I’m sorry for disturbing your leave.” Were the first of his words.

“It’s okay, I guess. What’s happened?”

“I cannot find the keys to the confectionary room. And I need them desperately. We have a lot of customers today and they went through all the stock we had prepared for tonight.” I could hear a bit of desperation in his voice.

“I’m sure I left them… in the usual place, Mr. Harel.”

“They are not there. I have already checked twice.” He sighed. I heard him breathing quietly into the receiver.

“Wait. Lemme check” I dragged myself to my handbag and rummaged through the middle pocket. I gulped. “Shit. I have them with me.”

“Ah, well... at least they are not lost.” He chuckled but it was strained. “Would it possible to-?“

“I cannot drive today, I’m afraid,” I interrupted him.

“-I meant for me to pick them up in twenty.”

“Ah, sure, boss. You know where I live.” I blabbed without thinking. He went silent for a few heartbeats.

“Yes, I do. I will be there shortly. Wait for me, Miss Lavellan.” He hung up.

Shit. He will be here in twenty. I was in my comfy clothes with messy hair and without makeup. I looked into my reflection in the mirror. Well… hell, if he doesn’t like what he sees then maybe this will chase him away. Good, I thought and pocketed the keys. I still had enough time to grab another drink.

*

He parked outside her flat and turned off the engine. Last time he was here it was for completely different reasons. He hoped that this visit will have a better ending then the last one.

He buzzed and the door opened. Oh, it seems she was really waiting for him. He claimed the stairs in two not having enough patience to wait for the lift to arrive. He walked to her door and knocked. The anticipation of seeing her, of feeling like coming home was overwhelming and he found he enjoyed this feeling. Even if it was a bit scary. The door opened and she peeked outside.

“Hi,” she said her eyes crinkling in the corners. Well… that was unexpected.

“Hi,” he replied swallowing the rush of blood into his cheeks. His eyes greedily looked at her form cladded in a loose t-shirt and training pants. Her feet covered in fluffy socks. He met her smiling eyes and rosy cheeks. Then he took a step closer.

“So, you’re busy tonight?” She remarked leaning on her door.

“Yes,” he admitted breathing in loudly as she bit her lower lip. “There… are many customers tonight. We did not anticipate the rush and now we need to… use the reserves.”

“Will you manage?” She moved closer to him dropping the keys into his outstretched hand. Now, they stood just two feet away. Her pupils were dilated as if she… oh, she is inebriated, he realised. Of course, why else would she be so smiley and- fool, an old fool, he thought to himself. He hoped that his coming here would please her but it was all the alcohol. His heart clenched and he stepped away.

“Thank you, Miss Lavellan. I... think we should manage. Enjoy your evening and I shall see you tomorrow, yes?” He asked for reassurance already knowing that she would be there without doubt.

She chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. “Of course, I will. I wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity of you telling me how much you struggled tonight without me.”

Sassy one. But she was right, he missed her tonight. She deserved a break and he agreed to it knowing exactly what it may entail. But he did not regret doing that, he realised, she needed this time to herself and her friends. He could hear the loud noises and cheering coming from the living room. He smiled again seeing her having a good time and relaxing a bit.

“I will not deny, Miss Lavellan that I missed you today. On a professional level as well.” He smirked. And before she had a chance to process the meaning he added, “And I would tell you all about it again once you’ve come back to me, vhenan.” Then he turned back and descended the stairs. His heart beating fast in his chest and yet the sight of her eyes widening and her cheeks colouring red was worth it. Yes, it definitely was.

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Harel Deliss. Lesson Nine: Sometimes trouble finds you on its own. Excerpt.

*

Cold shivers running down his spine. Not again, he thought exhausted. It was dark and quiet. His body was covered in sweat as the dream slowly started leaving his mind. A nightmare with her on his mind. He was scared and tried to catch her but was not fast enough and she fell into that endless dark hole of nothingness. All the while staring at him with fear in her green eyes. He could not let her fall. He swore he would move mountains to see her happy.

He turned his head to grab his phone laying on the nightstand to check the time. A bit early but­­-

Three rings and then a hoarse grunt at the end of the line.

“I need a favour. Of a special kind. You said if I ever needed your… assistance you’d be happy to help.” He said into his phone hoping that the person would agree without asking too many questions.

“Sure. Whaddya need?”

“Find out who the source was and how it happened? And what proofs she has.”

A few breathy moments of silence and then a groan and sigh. “It can be arranged. Give me a couple of days.”

Solas closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. These were going to be the hardest days. He hated waiting. But he knew he had no choice. “Thank you. Truly.”

The man on the other end of the line grunted. “You may give me a pay rise as a thank you.” Then he hung up.

If he found the answer he would give him more than a pay rise.

*

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Harel Deliss

Lesson Seven:  Keeping secrets comes at a price.

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I took a deep breath and knocked on the door before pushing it open.

“Mr. Harel?” I asked, taking in the sight before me. Dorian was sitting behind the desk and Solas was standing next to it holding some papers in his hand. Upon seeing me his furrowed brows relaxed and a tentative smile appeared on his face.

“I think we can postpone the discussion of disposing off the health inspector for a moment. I suspect that Miss Lavellan will be eager to hear what you want to tell her.”

Solas’ scoff wasn't very convincing as his lips were fighting a losing battle between disapproval of Dorian and happiness to see me.

The other man closed the door softly behind himself, leaving us to stand in silence and looking at each other. Solas’ gaze was a mixture of happiness and uncertainty, eagerness and doubt. I suspected he was unsure of my reaction to him. None of us was ready to break the awkward silence. My heart was beating more frantically with each passing minute; I had doubts myself on how to approach him. Our dispute on Saturday and then his declaration and the following conversations throughout the whole Sunday shone a bit more light on his personality. I've learned a lot about him, much more than I expected after the outburst. He wasn't shy with his questions either. So today we met as new people, equipped with knowledge about the other one.

But I could not do it. I couldn't…

“Mr. Harel, I wanted to apologise for my unprofessional conduct towards you,” I said quietly.

His smile faltered and confusion showed in his eyes.

“Ellana, I hoped that we-you…” he fumbled for words.

“It seems that we need some time to re-evaluate our priorities, Mr. Harel. We are so different and I think that our expectations are not similar.”

“Expectations? Ellana-“ he sighed, “what are you talking about?” He took a couple of steps towards me but stopped at my raised hands.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Harel. I would prefer to keep it strictly professional. Unless you want me to quit.”

He eyed me with disbelief. This was not what he was preparing himself for. Some snarky comments, maybe a bit of teasing. A long apology and hundreds of kisses. But this? And she expected him to let her go?

“If you need time to think about this then I will wait,” he admitted moving closer and ignoring her halting hands. Which now were splayed on his chest. Holding him back and yet grounding. “Take your time to figure out what you need, my heart.” Her eyes widen at this.

He took a step back and schooled his features to a polite mask. “I see no reason for letting you go, Miss Lavellan. You've been an exceptional employee and worthy of my respect. I hope you'll continue your excellent work for me.”

His throat constricted at a mere thought of her leaving. He could live with her being at a distance as long as he did not lose sight of her. There was always hope he'll win her heart back.

I tried to compose myself and seeing him doing his best to accept the personal rejection, but not the professional one, helped me. He continued looking at me in this unique way of his. How I longed to touch him; to chase away the sadness hiding in his eyes; to make his lips curve in a sly smile. But I couldn't.

“Very well,” I agreed, my voice shaking slightly. “I will return to my duties if you permit.”

A long inhaled breath on his part and slight clench of his jaws. He was trying to remain calm. His voice left him so he nodded and then looked at her closing the door.

The feelings, kept under control so far, sprung to the surface. He bit on his hand to muffle his screaming. Still, a long sob managed to escape his mouth when he took a breath. It was not supposed to happen this way. It was not—

He has only himself to blame, hasn't he? Was he not such an ass towards her; was he not ignorant of her circumstances, he might have had his arms around her, holding her close, whispering soft words into her ear as he longed to do. They could have shared a night full of passion and love. They could have had time for each other. Instead his know-it-all and showing-off attitude made him almost lose her. If she was considering a possibility to leave her job, which she needed desperately, he learnt recently, then he was a fool. Such a fool.

He sat down in the chair and raked his fingers along his scalp. How did he arrive at this point? How did he manage to mess up this, with her? With all his self-confidence and experience, how did he manage to make this wrong? To ruin something so pure and so important? Something he long for—

“Ahh, there you are!” A cheerful voice of his friend filled the air. Solas sighed quietly.

Dorian went to the bar and made himself a drink rambling about his quick-around-the-corner-shopping adventure. “…and it’s really important, as…” he paused for an effect before turning to face his friend, “I have an important da—you look like you were just hit by a train.” Dorian’s voice turned from excited to flat.

Solas sighed again and kept looking at the papers scattered across the desk.

“What happened?” He heard. “Is it about Ellana?”

His vision got blurry. Hearing her name made his heart clench and he did not swallow the tears this time. They run freely from his eyes. Fenedhis. He did not cry since—. He took a long breath.

“What happened?” A soft inquiry this time.

He looked at his friend. “She broke up with me,” he choked the words out between his sobbing. In a matter of seconds he was enveloped in an awkward side-embrace. “There, there. You know I’m not good with this. Please stop. She’s in the kitchen, so nothing is lost. Just go and talk to her.”

“She wants to keep things professional. Nothing more. Strictly professional.” His voice barely a whisper.

“Well, at least she doesn’t leave us without the chef de pâttiserie, right?”

A hard look from Solas gives him a pause. “Come on. She’s there; just go and apologise!”

“I tried to do it. And she just decided that we have different expectations!” He rose from the chair and started pacing the room. “As if she knew what I really wanted! As if she could realise what she means to me!”

Silence filled the room. Broken by soft breathing and quiet choking.

“Did you tell her that?” Dorian asked after a few minutes of silence when he decided his friend was calm enough to talk.

Solas looked at him. “No.”

Dorian shook his head and sighed loudly. “Then you’re an idiot. What man do not speak his mind in a situation like this? Why did you not tell her how you feel; or what you wanted?”

Solas looked to the side ashamed. “She’s made her decision already.”

“And you did not try to change her mind? You? Of all the people I met you’re the only one who can win any argument. And you’re telling me that you could not persuade her to give you a chance to continue… whatever this is between you two.”

His brows furrowed as he looked outside at the starting of the day. People already were filling the streets. Walking the dogs, jogging, carrying their favourite coffee and talking on the phones, and he was sad. He felt alienated from this life. Away, so far away...

“Solas,” Dorian’s voice reached him through the mist, “you’re doing it again.” He shook his head.

His friend was right, he was trying to crawl into his little shell where no one and nothing could reach in and hurt him. It was never good to feel isolated and he thought he had managed to stop doing it. A long and heavy sigh left his lips and covered the glass of the window. He needed to fight for her, win her affection and trust. He turned towards his associate and nodded to him.

“Thank you, my friend. You've been there for me in the worst moments in my life. This one is, as far as I recognise, the most challenging. I would appreciate your support and discretion in this matter.”

A quirked eyebrow. “Whenever have I been indiscreet, Solas? You know you can count on me.” A sigh and soft smile. “I can see what she means to you, so as a friend that I am, I will help you to win her back. She won't be able to resist our charming personas combined. Well, at least not mine,” Dorian ended up with a devious smile.

Solas could not resist and chuckled. His friend always knew how to lift his spirit.

“Yes, it is indeed very difficult to resist you.”

“Ha! Of course, I'm irresistible. Now, tell me exactly what's happened. We still have time before you're due in the kitchen. I will deal with the Witch myself and you're going to take a break. I'm sending you home.” Dorian exclaimed resolutely.

Solas furrowed his eyebrows. A raised finger stopped him from speaking.

“As the co-owner of this flourishing establishment and a good friend of yours I'm kicking you out today. You need some rest, my friend. Go home, take a bath, have some wine, and relax.”

“That's your idea of me relaxing?” Solas asked with laughter.

“Don't try to deny that you don't do that?” Raised eyebrow and corner of his mouth told him that Dorian would not buy his denial.

“Fine. I'll do exactly what you said.” Solas agreed.

“Good. Now spill the beans about this sordid affair of yours.”

*

“Will that be enough?” Harding, my new assistant, worried. She was a small girl, with a big smile on her face. Her positive attitude towards others won her the hearts of the kitchen staff within days. Her nibble fingers and sense of creativity made her an excellent worker. She liked to experiment and was happy to stay extra hours to try a recipe or two.

I looked at her and smiled. “It will be. It's better to have less than too much and then throw it away.”

She hummed in agreement.

“Besides, we will be making the ‘pommes et framboises au chocolat’ so that will cover any gourmands if required.”

She hummed again and then looked behind me. “You would not want to discuss it with Mr. Harel?” She asked quietly. I did not dare to turn around. I could sense him for the last hour but refused to acknowledge his presence. He was my boss and nothing more. And yet, I was aware he was there, I could hear him giving instructions and talking to Patrick. He managed to get closer to me at some point, letting the servers to pass with dishes, and his cologne enveloped my senses. His scent made my heart go faster and my mouth water and yet I refused to turn towards him.

“No, it is fine. I will discuss it with him tomorrow.” The cakes were ready to be stripped and sliced and I focused on doing exactly that.

“Shall I start on the chocolate fondue?” Her eyes brighten. It was her favourite flavour. She could eat chocolate in any shape or form. I smiled and nodded before returning to my task.

“Maybe you should take a break?” Skinner patted my back waving her e-cig at me. I smiled and looked around. A mistake. I caught him staring at me, longing in his eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” I nodded to Harding and then followed Skinner outside.

She lasted three minutes before stating. “You broke up.”

A hitch in my breathing was enough an answer to her.

“If you need to talk, or…” she trailed off while her eyes scanned the buildings around. A puff of smoke left her mouth. “I'm here.”

Nails dug into my palms, my breathing accelerated and yet I found myself nodding. “Thank you. Truly.”

She smiled somewhat sadly. “He adores you.”

Another hitch.

“He's been looking at you since he came into the kitchen. His eyes just return to you. And he's hurt as you do not look at him. So….what he's done?”

“Being an ass. No, it's not that. Well…not only that. We aren't compatible…no, that sounds wrong. We come from different backgrounds and we were raised to meet different expectations and…”

“You're rambling,” she stated when I paused to take a breath. “Now, what it the real issue here?”

Should I tell her the truth? I didn't want to lie but … “It just didn't work.” I settled for the lamest excuse ever.

She snorted and shook her head. “You've been elated and excited since it's started. Please tell me I'm wrong but…you're in love with him, right? And he reciprocates so very gladly. I've never seen him smiling so much and actually interacting with us. It all happened after you two hooked up. It's good for both of you. So, excuse me if all this ‘it wasn't working’ BS doesn't work on me.”

“We can't be together.” My voice just above whisper.

“Well if you don't want to talk yet— it's fine.” She pocketed her e-cig. “I'm here if you need anything though. And give yourself time, think it through, maybe there's a way to salvage this yet. There's always hope as long as you keep trying.”

She was smarter than I gave her credit it seemed. We shared a hug and went back to the kitchen.

He was still there. Our eyes met and he smiled. I returned to my station and pretended it didn't affect me. I was on edge until he left an hour later. A pang gripped my heart when Dorian mentioned that Mr. Harel left for the day. It was his right to do so and yet…I missed him. It seemed that I wasn't the only one. The beautiful health inspector was following Dorian who was doing his best to satisfy her questioning. Luckily, they did not stay too long in the kitchen and moved to the restaurant to have tea. As Skinner said, she was stunning. I could not comprehend how Solas would not be interested. I also could understand that she may not be accustomed to rejection. There was beauty and grace in her movements, charming tenor of her voice, lovely smile and intelligent eyes. Education, money and a prestigious job. I sighed thinking about myself. How could I compare to her?

I was sulking for the remainder of the day. Even Harding’s jokes could not change my mood. Skinner threw glances at me and shook her head on a couple of occasions. At the end of my shift she murmured into my ear: ”You need a drink. And a fuck. Please arrange both yourself as I may not be too considerate while choosing in your stead.”

So…I went home. Got a bottle out of the cupboard and got drunk. I didn't want to think about a fuck as there was only one man who came to my mind. The drink made me fall into a dreamless sleep and for once I was grateful for that.

thank you again to my Beta :)))

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Harel Deliss

Writing a breaking-up-off scene makes me want to cry. I can't. I'm at work. People would stare. I think it's called: bottling up the feels *sniff*

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Harel Deliss

chapter 7 is with my Beta. I repeat, chapter seven is with my Beta.

hmmm....

we’ll see

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Dear readers...

as time goes by, I imagine some of you are anxious to see the updates of the fanfics I write. So, I thought I'd give you a summary of what's happening and going to happen in the coming months. 

 Triss' story in "Ma vhenan ma ghilana" (Follow your heart) will continue. I try to stay away from DAI at the moment to take a so much needed break from Solas. It also affects my writing. The updates are going to get very slow. I have the general outline of the story but I'm not into that universe at the moment.

 "Harel Deliss" was supposed to be a six-lessons story. Which now turned out to be a longer one. It skips period of time, events that happen behind scenes, and some considerable amount of 'filling the blanks' is required of you as readers. Treat the story as separate lessons rather than a consistent day-to-day recounting of events. More lessons will come, that's for sure. 

 And finally, "Unexpected"; the one I thought would never gain any recognition or acceptance from the Solavellan tribe. I have built a world where anything is possible; the magic meets the technology and they both co-exist. Also, giving our apostate a moment to breathe before the inevitable fight for the betterment of his kind. I plan on finishing this story before the end of March. There's only four THREE chapters left and they have been outlined and planned. Keep your eyes open for the updates then! 

 So, that's the update. Have any questions? Feel free to message me :)

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Questions of a fanfic writer...

Why is it that I can write chapter 10 of ‘Harel Deliss’ but I’m struggling with chapter 8?

Like... I know what is supposed to happen in between but-?

Hmm...my muse is fickle, that she is.