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mythalsknickers · 4 months ago

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For DWC: (prompter’s choice) In a hot spring for Solavellan?

TITLE: A Bound Older Than the World PAIRING: Fen'aslan Lavellan x Solas | Fen'harel RATING: Mature WARNINGS: Communal Bathing Word Count: 989

Tarasyl'an Te'las, he had called this place. A fortress long abandoned with wards that felt deeply familiar and yet older than many of the places she had been while amongst her clan. Her body ached everywhere from the fight with Corypheus and that dragon of his, if it could be called a fight. Fingers wrapping along her staff, she used it too hook her bag and lift it, to avoid bending. It had herbs that would help ease her muscles in the right environment. She had spotted what looked like hot spring to the east of the the fortress and that would be the perfect environment for her herbs.

She needed some time and distance to think about the dream too. Fen'aslan had always been more sensitive to the fade than her clan had liked but she had never shared a dream, let alone be ejected from it by another. Quietly she slipped past the guards with a small triumphant smile, though admittedly there was no telling how long that would last now she had a title. Inquisitor. It felt foreign, heavy, and not like her but like her at the same time.

Carefully picking her way to the east, listening to the thrum of the wards, and the ice and snow around her. It was not even outside of the fortress' wards. The steam rising into the clear sky was truly dreamlike, and inviting. Her aching body begged to just melt into the silvery water. Easing her way down the slope, she did not notice a certain elf lazing in the water. Quietly walking along the rocks she found a place to set her pack and her staff. Turning she stumbled falling backwards with a squeak. Solas, oh creators her face flushed as she tried to cover.

"Lethal'lan?" Crystal blue eyes stared at her a mix of concern and something else she could not identify. Mythal'enaste she needed strength to keep her eyes from wandering, his lips turned into a smirk. Oh Fenedhis he saw her flick her gaze. "Seems we both had the same idea, perhaps you would like to join me in the pool?" Inhaling slowly.

"Only if you do not mind me setting some herbs in to ease the hard journey away." Where they kin, or had that dream turned into something more. She waited until he nodded before reaching into her bag and producing a bundle of herbs and dropping it in the steaming water. For a moment she hesitated, none not even her clan had seen her in the nude. Inhaling the cold air she reached down undoing the belt of her tunic and carefully wiggling out of the mix of leather and chainmail. The cold air hit her skin, dusky nipples hardening as she sucked int a breath. Her eyes glanced at Solas hearing a splash as he shifted. It was her turn to smirk as she pulled her leggings down, hearing him suck in a breath as she draped them over a tree with her tunic. Carefully she pulled the leather holding her braid out letting the waves cascade down her back. Looking back to Solas, his lips were pursed but an amusement sparkled in his eyes.

The snow crunched under her feet as she eased into the water, a shiver racing along her body. Slowly she sank into the pool with a satisfied sigh.

"Willow bark, Peppermint, Lavender, Rosemary and Gossmer Elfroot." Her eyes focused on Solas who had moved closer inspecting the herb bundle between them. "It has been some time since this recipe wandered the waking world." She gave a gentle hum and a light shrug pushing the bundle away from the space between them.

"An elder of my clan gave me the recipe for this." She offered lightly as he smirked moving closer, there was something darker to his smirk more akin to a wolf than a man. "There are other ways to relax one's body Lethal'lan." He reached out trailing his fingers along her shoulder.

Fen'aslan had her doubts this was the waking world, he seemed more confident like he had in the dream but it felt real enough. "Is that so? Perhaps you will show me.." her voice trailed off as his hand captured her chin. Could he feel it the bound between the two of them? It felt older than the world, like the magic in the elvhen ruins of the arbor wilds or the Tirashan.

What little hesitation there was broke as his lips met hers, his hands cradling her as they met skin to skin, pinning her against the weathered rocks. Her body melted in the heat of the water but a different heat began to pool. Her fingers digging into his shoulders leaving dull imprints. On the edge of her senses she swore a wolf howled. Yet his kisses moved to her neck and her lips parted as his teeth sank in, a quiet moan leaving her lips.

"Such a silent little wolf." he teased against her skin as he continued to move down her shoulder and collarbone peppering kisses and bites as his fingers dipped below the water continuing to tease that growing heat. For a moment he smirked and bit down hard enough to draw blow, pulling another sweet unburdened moan.

"It is time to wake up, Vhenan."

The world jerked around her and the fade began to melt away, as reality came into focus. The smell of elfroot and willowbark filled her room. "Fendhis!" She growled punching the pillow, some where in the castle a certain mage was far to pleased with himself, she was sure. Slowly sitting up, she noticed some of the aches were gone, and spotted a cup of hot tea, and a tin of salve.

This should help those aches vhenan S

Vhenan...he had called her that twice now, sighing she eased out of bed. It was time to go back to work.

#Not DADWC #solas x lavellan #fen'aslan/evuniala x solas/fenharel #Drabble #Prompt Fill

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officialleehadan · 5 years ago

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Glass Water

“I’ve never seen so much water in all my life,” Meira said wonderingly. She was tucked under Anseraen’s cloak, nestled in his arms as the boat cruised down the river. After weeks on the river, sailing upstream along the great mother river that would take them all the way to Anseraen’s lush homeland. Meira had watched, enraptured, as the deep amber sand of Glassbyrn’s great deserts faded to scrubland, and then to low green hills. Now, finally they had crossed the borders of Kaliveran, the kingdom of elves and men, and the capital city that had birthed her beloved. “Is it always like this?”

Waterfalls gushed down form the hills around them, as small as a fountain, and as raging as a great winter flood. Their spray caught the light and turned the whole river into a long road of rainbows, bright in the autumn sunlight. Willows trailed their long branches in the river, and fish paced their boat, hoping for scraps tossed over the side. Once, Meira had even seen the great, ghostly shadow of a river dragon who had, fortunately, been on other business and paid them no mind. Anseraen, sweet, devoted Anseraen, stayed by her side, every willing to tell her stories of the rivers, and about the trees that lined the shores.

Every now and then, they passed fishing towns, their docks filled with small, single-sailed boats heavy with nets of silver fish. Meira desperately wanted to stop and explore them, but their barge, huge and luxurious beside the smaller boats, carried onward, propelled by a magical wind bound up in the deep blue sails. Overhead, their flags, hers and his, flew together, the blue of his realm, and the gold of hers proudly proclaiming the royal passengers of the great ship.

But now, after so long on the river, they had finally reached Aizer, the city of a thousand waterfalls.

There were not, Anseraen told her wryly, actually a thousand waterfalls around the city, which spread across a series of islands in the middle of a great lake. The name was born of the many fountains and canals that filled the city, and echoed the sound of falling water across every building.

Upon her first sight of Aizer, Meira found she didn’t care if there were actually a thousand waterfalls as the barge turned the corner of the river, and brought the great city into view. The lake rippled in every direction, hidden currents writing patterns that looked almost like mage-runes across the blue water.

“No matter how many times I see it,” Anseraen told her, voice heavy with fondness, and the trace of sadness that never fully left him, “It never fails to steal my breath.”

“I can see why,” Meira admitted. The cold northern air nipped at her cheeks, but she was warm, wrapped in Anseraen’s cloak, sharing his heat. “It’s beautiful. You told me half the city is set on the water itself?”

“More than half,” he agreed, and pointed. “See the docks around the edge of the city? When we ran out of room on the islands, the city spread onto great floating rafts, protected by magic and fine crafting. Someday, it may even cover the whole lake.”

“That would be sad. So much water has a life that should never be hidden.”

“I agree,” he said softly, and pressed a kiss to her hair. Meira leaned back into him, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around her. “When I left, I thought it would be the last time I would ever see it. I climbed into the sails and watched it vanish into the mist like a ghost. At the time, it seemed right, watching it fade like I was.”

“And now you’ve come home,” Meira told him proudly. “I can’t wait to see it. Your home. All the places you got into trouble as a boy.”

“There weren’t so many as you might think,” he replied mischievously. “Haeleri and I, we were quick, and good climbers. We got in less trouble than we deserved.”

“And your brothers?” Anseraen was the youngest of three, like she was, although he had been two minutes older than his twin. “Did they often find trouble?”

“Less ‘did’ and more ‘do,” he told her with a grin. The sailors shouted around them, as ready to be home as Anseraen himself and in good spirits. Although, Meira thought some of that was the triumphant return of the prince the kingdom thought lost to grief. “But don’t worry. They’ll love you, and so will my parents.”

Meira was nervous about that very thing, but there were worse fates than meeting the family of her beloved. His father and hers had approved their match quickly, both pleased to build the bond of kin between their two lands. Meira was just glad that Zaren liked Anseraen so much. Her oldest brother had a quick temper, and no patience for men who sniffed around his sister. The product of their mother’s loss, Meira supposed to herself. All the same, he did like Anseraen, and so there was nothing to worry about.

After braving Zaren’s temper, and her father’s quiet, loving concern, there was nothing Meira would not face, hand in hand with the man she was to marry.

“I will love them all, if for no other reason than they love you,” she promised rather than voice her thoughts. “But if they are anything like you, I will love them for themselves as well. After all, we are soon to be family, and nothing in the world is more important.”

“And they will love you almost as much as I do,” Anseraen murmured, and reluctantly let go of her, but not without a quick, stolen kiss that left her blushing form more than the cool breeze. “Come, my princess. We have only to follow the waterfalls to the palace, and home.”

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