#Rated M because Felassan is an ass

[mythalsknickers]

hello hello, happy friday! i am such a sucker for lavellan/solas/felassan tbh, so maybe those three with the romance dialogue prompt: “You really like them, don’t you?” -broodwolf221

Title: A Heady Blend of Desire Pairing: Solas x Felassan x Lavellan Rating: Mature Warning: Veilguard Spoilers Word Count: 471 @dadrunkwriting Veilguard Warning

Wine flowed like the water of the first streams. Firstborn and younger danced in the glittering courtyard under the finest stars. His long dark hair pulled into a neat plait as he made his way to his lover watching him watch someone.

"Well" He shouldered into the wolf with a grin as the taller man glanced at him. "Who is it that trapped Solas, general of Mythal and Wisdom of the Protector?" he mused sipping from his wine glass. Solas' pupils were wide, he had indulged and was still soaking in the magic of the ball. He watched as his lover grabbed a frilly little cake breaking it into two halves. The first half sandwiched between long fingers and offered to him. His lips split into a grin as he took the half off the cake and Solas' fingers into his mouth licking them clean.

"Fel--" The tips of his ears turned scarlet as those pupils darkened those pale silver eyes. "Vhenan.." He groaned softly "Do you want to know or do you wish me to take you home?" He offered Solas a huff but pulled away, pressing a kiss to his cheek before washing down the tiny cake half with more wine.

"Here I thought I'd add to the heady blend of the evening but very well for the sake of my curiosity I will behave." He feigned a pout leaning against the taller elvhen. Fingers and cupped his chin turning his head to where a group of priestesses from Mythal's complex danced. "Which one?" He grumbled slightly impatiently.

"Look for the reflection of her spirit, opalescent and towards the center." Felassan followed the directions, a dress spun from the finest silk dyed to mirror the stars above clung to the petite priestess' curves, long fiery hair trailed down her back like a cape. As she spun and laughed the song echoed strains of hope. Mythal's senior priestess, daughter of the moons. Looking up at his Vhenan he could see the blush, and the puppy like look on his face. Reaching up he adjusted the wolf skull that held his hair back.

"You really do like her don't you..I can't blame you." He squeezed Solas' hand with chuckle. "I did not think Mythal capable of fostering Hope as vivid as that, regardless go ask her to dance." He made a gentle shooing motion.

"Felassan, I do--" He leveled a gaze at his friend and lover. "Solas, Vhenan if you do not go ask her to dance, I will and if something comes of the evening. You will be tied up and get to watch for the next hundred years." He grinned watching the reluctant elvhen sulk off to approach the priestesses. Wisdom, Purpose, and Hope it could be a fine triad for the ages he mused sipping his wine.