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Equal Op Solas Week

I'm so behind TwT''' I think I'll only have this one to post. I'm halfway through two other prompts, but not sure if I'll finish them by weeks end... -.-'

for @equalopportunitysolas week

Solas x Cassandra

Prompt 1- Dreams / Elation / The Moment They Knew

The moment she felt the Spirit of Faith touch her mind she felt radiant.  

The shining form of Faith gently caressed the Seeker’s face, her eyes glittering with tears of joy. Their depths filled with warmth, acceptance and the spirit's intention burst forth, overflowing. Cassandra eyes fluttered shut, her hands raised in adoration as the shining being brushed fire hot lips upon her brow.

Solas stared at her in turn, eyes steady, the creases of a soft smile at their corners. Fears from ages past ebbed away and the promise of a fleeting, yet achingly tender future eased in.

Faith glanced his way, their expression delicate and telling; keep true, keep fighting, keep living and loving.

They smiled at him, as they withdrew from the Seeker, intent tested and confirmed, as a gleaming hand caressed his cheek, then they were gone.

Left with the after warmth, Cass sighed contentedly, her arms gently dropping to her sides. A whispered prayer and a steadying breath past smiling lips. He moved to join her, his arms pulling her into a tight hug, his mouth at her rounded ear whispering his awe for her indomitable spirit.

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Equal Opp Solas Week

So late, but still plugging away~

for @equalopportunitysolas week

Spirits / Emotional Shift / Secrets Shared or Kept -

Solas x Macha (Qunari Female)

The Fade rippled around him, eerie silence, shadowed forms. The forest scene was too precise and void of life, save the windless ripples upon the lake.

“Stop playing games, kossith, it has been a long day.” Instead of staying in the trees as he normally did, playing up his role as dread, he gracefully made his way out into the clearing. Silver light from the sister moons caused his armour to glint, the fur on his shoulders to glow. If the Inquisitor was going to play games after all this time, he would end it here.

Ripples spread, large and hungry across the argent lake, upon its shore they soon break. In a swirl of mist and fade Macha coalesces, her horns twisted and sharp. Eyes shifting between green and gold, fade and ancient. Her face seems to be caught between anguish and defiance at the insult uttered.

At the sight of her, Solas suppressed a twitch of surprise, eyes and brow shifting in scrutiny. 

“I was correct, it was you that visited me that night, tempting me away from my path.” Motioning at her hala horns with a careless wave. Arching a brow she grinned, fangs glinting. Moving closer she inspected her claws. 

“I’m sorry, Solas,” she  canted her head to the side, I didn't realize you would have picked up on that so quickly.

 She moved to caress his chin,  but he tilted his head away at the last moment, denying her the chance to ensnare him.

 “You are absolutely inseparable, Macha.  You take the guise of desire, and yet you only had to ask.”

She clicked her teeth, her grin shifting to  sultry pout. “It was your own pride that conjured the form of desire. I much prefer delight. Though I must say the Dread Wolf's eyes are quite pretty when he's sated, his ego fed.”

Solas  grasped her hand, entwining fingers with elegant claws. “My hunger is far from sated. And you appear far more true to form than prior rendezvous.”

She's scoffed, her voice light and full of mirth. “I am as I appear nothing more, nothing less. An object of desire called to you and this fade conjured realm.” She raised their hands to her lips, brushing soft kisses to his knuckles, jade eyes watching him intently.

“I know from the weight on my horns, the scent of scotch on your breath and the warm flush on my cheeks,” she paused as his eyes darkened, his  tongue darting our to wet his lips. “Should we wake now, I would be in your chambers,” He swallowed hard, breath catching.

“And I am sure,” she raised on her toes, lips nearly touching. “We are right where we want to be.” 

Solas closed the distance between them in a rush, a snarl of desperation in his throat.

The Fade bled around them as they came too, the fire crackling in his fireplace, her hands on his thighs, his hands at the base of her curled horns, fingers tangled in her hair.

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I have not seen anything about a 2024 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers, but I never finish the full lists so I still have some of the previous two years to do.

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: Approval (2022)

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing:  (Bards Drabbles au) Cassandra Pentaghast x Solas

Rating: G

This one is kinda a sequel to "Encourage". Like what happens the next day.

She watched him with baited breath. Turmoil and anguish and beaming pride at war in her chest.

He stood above the battlefield, gold armor shining in the moonlight and her breast was full to burst.

"Allow me to go with you, Solas,” she shouted up at him, the din of clashing weapons surrounded her, but years of hard fought victories tempered her voice to a bellow.

“You would abandon your god, Seeker?” He arched a brow, his voice surrounding her like a divine breath.

“No, but I would join you to fight yours!” Under her helmet her eyes shone with conviction, determination set her jaw.

If he was surprised by her declaration, he did not show it, but the subtle incline of his head was the approval she sought.

Mustering her courage she barked orders to the troops around her, and like ripples upon the surface of an ancient pound, the battle around her came clattering to a halt. 

“Inquisition!”

“The Dread Wolf and the Divine have come to an understanding. An Enemy of our Enemy is an Ally, and as such, we shall join forces against the Venatori and the Qun!”

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I have not seen anything about a 2024 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers, but I never finish the full lists so I still have some of the previous two years to do.

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: Tangled

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing: Female Inquisitor (Phoebe Lavellan) X Cullen Rutherford

Rating: PG-13 (allusions to  sex)

Poem-ish again

Cold desire makes the moon move without a tide

Silver flashes, tongues entwined, stars blinked in front of her eyes. 

Tiny pulses of pleasure and delight. 

Fleeting drops of sensation soon to be lost to the crisp winter air. 

Exposed beams, falling leaves, starlight smiling upon her skin

Praises to a god she does not follow

Clacked teeth and feelings of being left hollow.

Lust crashes like waves upon a rocky shore. Amber eyes smolder, heat behind golden lashes re ignite her pulsing core.

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14 Days of DA Lovers Day

I have not seen anything about a 2024 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers, but I never finish the full lists so I still have some of the previous two years to do.

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: Captured

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing: Cassandra Pentghast (Divine) x Solas

Rating: G

I'm having a blast just writing short scenes and poem-ish things this year

The portrait in the Divine's private chambers wasn’t overly large. The frame was lacking in the anticipated frivolity of the Orlesian styles, but patient hands had shaped its form. The glass was crystalline clear and gifted from Serault, sparkling softly as candle light flickers. The figure contained within the delicately carved frame, when inquired upon, was always explained with a soft, half smile and a slight blush upon the Divine’s cheeks.

Captured by a well intentioned, but still learning hand, the elven man is dozing beneath the canopy of a myrtle. Auburn lashes delicately drawn upon softly flushed cheeks. An attempt at dappled shadows cast him in a delicate light, the slightest of smiles upon his lips. A spall scar mars his brow, but the man upon that canvas seems all the more breathtaking for it.

“He is the Haven I seek when the woes of the people and the clamoring of the Chantry gets to be too much.” She’ll say, eyes gazing upon the picture with tenderness.

“You endeavor to do too much, no mere mortal can shoulder all of their woes.” A husky impression that sets her to fits of giggles, surprising whomever is graced her with normally stoic presence.

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I have not seen anything about a 2024 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers, but I never finish the full lists so I still have some of the previous two years to do.

Encourage

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: Encourage

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts (this one is from 2023) :D

Pairing:  Female Inquisitor x Solas

Rating: pg-13 (implied sexy times)

I really like the song "Uninvited" about someone encroaching on personal space and boundaries without permission. Makes me think of the fade and other shenanigans.

“Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me Like any hot-blooded woman I have simply wanted an object to crave But you, you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight”

Green tinged edges. Oddly echoing halls.

The hairs prickle upon her neck, Fears warning- the need to run throbbing through her veins.

Encouraged by her unease she ducked into the closet alcove. Her heart in her throat. Blood and fear and thrill make her giddy.

The man who walked by, widely known for his diplomacy and level headedness was all but in this moment.

Hard angles, harsh breaths, eyes glinting argent in the dark.

Catching a deep breath, she braces.

Not wanting him there, here, with her. But…

But…

She hungered for him. 

She imagined him in her secret moments. Desired his touch but shunned it in the light of day.

He was the millstone in her routine

A scab she liked to pick

A liability that she wanted to accept

But he was far from invited

At least not consciously.

Those thunderous breaths outside the door had not left

She knew and adored that she was their cause.

Prided herself for eliciting that response, even after shunning his advances these long years.

She didn’t even have to resort to touch.

Carefully arranged décolletage.

A wine red lip.

A golden claw like motion.

The door is thrown open

Her eyes are wide. Cheeks flushed. Lips coquettish. Need palpable.

Silver flashes

Hunger in a snarl

The wolf found his invite.

The casualties between the Inquisition and the Dread Wolf's forces would be minimal come the morning.

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14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: Frilly Cakes

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing:  (Bards Drabbles au,) Warden Inquisitor Isabeaux x Solas

Rating:  PG - Heavy Innuendo

Once in the larder, the two elves startled to see Cole already there, his hands opened, daggers falling into a barrel that was formerly the home for pickled herring.

Isobeaux let out a startled laugh, her eyes glittering as she watched the spirit look between her and the flustered man a step behind.

“You better not have taken mine, Cole,” she said with a feigned glare.

“You said your daggers had a flesh sheath, how could I take that? It’s not hurting people…”

Isabeaux turned beet red, then let out a mighty cackle. Laughing so hard she doubled over while Cole looked at her perplexed. Solas, for his own good, kept an air of calm embarrassment while she continued to cackle and shake.

“I knew you enjoyed sparing, but I did not expect you to bury blades into flesh yourself, Inquisitor.”

His seriousious caused her laughter to double, tears streaming down her face as she grabbed his shoulder for support.

“Inquisitor, do you not want to share the frilly cakes with Solas, you thought the sweetness would make the stabbing more pleasant…” Cole’s innocent tone sent crimson across Solas cheeks.

“Oh Cole, your sweet bluntness puts my husband to shame. We most assuredly need some frilly cakes, care to help me gather them up?”

“Of course, Inquisitor! Er, I mean Izou.” He appeared by a cabinet, flinging it open in excitement, plates and cakes floating around him.

Izou watched him fondly, and her smile grew into a grin as Solas wrapped an arm about her waist.

“You truly surprise me, Ixobeaux,” He murmured into her shoulder, lips linger as he smiled

“Because I can appreciate a spirit's purpose?”

“No, because you can turn such an erotic evening into one that is full of laughter and warmth.”

She flushed, her hand clasping his on her waist. As Cole continued to load up plate after plate of sweet confections, Ixabeaux smiled softly, 

“Thank you Solas, you make my time here worth while”

“As does yours, Izou.”

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I have not seen anything about a 2024 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers, but I never finish the full lists so I still have some of the previous two years to do.

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: Ravish (2022)

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing:  (Bards Drabbles au) Warden Inquisitor Isabeaux x Zevran X Solas

Rating: Lemon (its.. getting their but this is just an intro..? eh heh... =>.>=)

Hands caught above her, she tugged against her bindings. The warm leather was softened by the plush velvet it was lined with. A long, slow breath passed her parted lips as she wiggled against the silk sheets beneath her.

Shivering in anticipation, she waited, wrapped in warm darkness.

Hands caress her legs, one set rough, the other smooth, their fingertips calling forth gooseflesh and eager squirms. The mattress shifts beneath and to either side of her as her lovers settle themselves. As their hands continue to dance across her legs, her Crow trails a finger ever higher. Tiny circles upon her calf, then her thigh, his scared palm sliding slowly up her stomach. His other hand has found the side of her neck, tracing the frantic beating of her heart.

Her Dreamer hums in appreciation as she pulls at her bindings, bottom lip caught between her teeth. His soft palms glide against her skin, one stopping just about her heat, fingertips just barely there, his other hand trailing across her ribs, then finding their place as he cups her breast.

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I have not seen anything about a 2024 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers, but I never finish the full lists so I still have some of the previous two years to do.

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: Crimson (The "conclusion" to the 4-part Proposal from last year)

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing: Male Adaar x Josephine

Rating: G

I'm slightly perturbed I couldn't come up with as much for this scene as I did for Agapius >:/ I hope to add more before I add it to the Bards Drabbles AU's

She had stared down dignitaries, bards, merchant kings and demons, but the sight waiting at the end of Skyhold’s grand staircase for her had her nerves in a twisted, churlish mess.

Fretting her fingers in the lace wrapped about her bouquet, Ambassador Josephine Montelle, tried to center herself, cheeks flushed, eyes teary, as there was a soft knock at the door.

“Josie, I’m coming in,” Leiliana cracked the door, then silently strode in. The spymaster smiled at the ambassador, her crimson hair adorned with tiny blossoms and pearls, dainty slippers on her feet.

“Oh Leliana, I can’t do this. I need to flee this instant, help me!” Her panicked tone caused her friend to laugh.

“Oh Josie, you’ll be fine. The Inquisitor is just as nervous, and he has never had to face down the Merchant Princes by himself.” She pulled the nervous woman to her in a tight embrace. “Now, chin up, you are as ready for this marriage as the Divine is ready to stomp her hat.”

“Oh hush you.” Josie giggled, a nervous edge that caused her to hiccup at the end. Blushing crimson, she stared at her friend with embarrassed shock.

With another quick hug, and a tight squeeze of encouragement, Leliana smiled brightly, then handed the flustered ambassador her bouquet. “Now, Josie, I think you’ve kept that drake of yours waiting quite long enough.”

The Inquisitor's blushing bride steadied herself, taking a calming breath, and prepared to meet her husband.

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Dalish Week #1- Arlathvhen

@dalish-appreciation-week

Been working on these since October started and still end up almost late XD

#1- Arlathvhen

Featuring Sintilis Lavellan

Rated PG- Mentions of death

The crowd was too thick and Sintilis wanted nothing more than to run out into the darkness and escape.

To her, it seemed the clans were merciless, she wanted nothing more than to wash her hands of everything and everyone and be gone.

Cheers and adulations rung out up onto the stars. Fears and good fortunes spoke unto gods that did not exist.

Her mood continued to darken. She was there alone, save for a small regiment of Inquisition agents whom she ordered to stay out of the Arlathvhen. She didn't need an honor guard, let alone a group of shems crowding in on the neutral grounds. She had wanted to take just a few scouts, but was denied by her advisors.

She was barely welcome as it were. 

Her clan had fallen. Wycome had been a bloodbath thanks to the Tevinter funded heretics. They had died, helping the people of Wycome at the Inquisition's- no her behest and they had paid the ultimate price.

She was now the leader of clan Lavellan, its soul member. The end of a legacy. And she wanted nothing less than to join them.

She didn't deserve to live when her clan gave everything on her orders.

She had come to the gathering of clans to ease her guilt, yet she avoided anyone that would have offered a kind word or an ear to plead for understanding. She was a mess and she knew it. Self flagellation only worked to calm the egos of the desperate. And she was beyond that stage of grief. 

Dalsih, and then Charter, came up behind her as she stood, just outside one of the bonfire's rings of light. Quiet as the approached, she stood still, staring at the flames and the shadows of those who danced around it. Their life and joy, the thrill of being alive ringing up unto the heavens.

“Inquisitor, “ Charter started, voice unsure at her back. “We, well, the other Inquisition elves and I, we want you to know you can enjoy yourself.” Her voice was calm, but there was an edge of unease that made Sintilis bite her lip in frustration.

“There is nothing for me to celebrate, but I shall not stop you, nor the others from enjoying yourselves.” She grasped her hands behind her back, letting her Inquisitor mantle fall back into place.

“But ser, You are the Inquisitor, and you were first of your clan, the time for grief never passes, but neither does the time to create more memories.” Dalish fidgeted, her bow was nowhere to be seen, and she seemed a bit out of sorts because of it. 

Sintilis turned around abruptly, anger in her gaze, but both women stood their ground.

“This is a gathering of the clans. My clan is no more. A clan is not made up of a soul survivor.” she hissed through her teeth, ashamed that she couldn’t even control her temper.

“Then make your own.” Charter replied boredly. She was inspecting her nails, nonplussed with her superior's tantrum. 

“Excuse me?” She was stupefied. How could they even suggest such a thing?

“I said, make a new clan.” The scout met her eyes, confidence and… triumph shining in their depths. The fire behind her cast her shadow across the two women before her, their eyes glowing in the light.

“I can’t just… You can just make a clan.” Sin flung her arms in exasperation. What they were suggesting was unheard of. Making her own clan, absolutely inconceivable. 

“Then petition your fellow Keepers. You have a following of loyal elves, from all backgrounds. They left their clans, left their alienages, left their homes, to follow you.” Charter continued, and as she did so, more Inquisition soldiers slowly walked out of the shadows; Elven, every one of them. Pride and compassion shining in their eyes as they watched their befuddled leader.

“It does seem like you have a clan, ser.” Dalish hid a smile behind her hand, feigning a cough. “Sorry, smoke.”

Sintilis watched as they assembled, tears fighting to break free. “But I let my family die, how can you all support me even now!?”

“Your grace,” a scout, Briar if she remembered, approached slowly, her helmet in her hands and a nervous smile on her face. “You asked for your family's help, and they did everything they could to provide it. That is what family does. That is what a clan does, right?”

Sintils breathed deeply, trying to reign in the tears that wanted to burst forth. “But they’re gone.” she said softly, ears drooping, eyes squeezing shut.

“So honor their memories, don’t dwell in the past. And learn from them.” This time it was Mineave that spoke, she had joined the other women in front of her. Her calming aura washed over her as she took a deep breath and released it.

“I, I don’t think we can just announce a new clan… I am the Inquisitor, I can’t… I can’t truly be both?”

"Your grace,” Charter stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You are the Inquisitor, but you are elvhen first.” She stepped back with a smile. “We don’t follow you because of what some shem’s named you, we follow because you lead us true.”

Cheers went out amongst those gathered as SIntilis looked out among her people in awe.

“We don’t even have a name… What ever would we even present to the Keepers and Elders?”

“Well. ser, we thought about it…” Charter seemed shy, quite suddenly.

She looked at them incredulously.

“And we were thinking since the Thane named you Lady of Sunsets…” Dalish continued.

“Cut to the chase, Charter, Dalish.'' Minaeve snapped, tapping her foot impatiently, a smile fighting to be let lose.

“We were thinking Aridhel” Briar rushed.

“You’ve kept us all safe during the darkest of nights, your grace.” Charter smiled, gratitude in her voice.

Tears streamed down SIntilis face as she walked forward, embracing the women before her. 

“We will speak to the Keepers and Elders in the morning, if this is what you all truly want.”

“It is, Sintilis.” Charter wiped a tear from her cheek, as the other women smiled with their own watery eyes.

Taking a step back, Sintilis regarded them, then walked past, facing her brethren in arms.

“Welcome to clan Aridhel, all of you.”

Clan Aridhel, our protection in the night

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14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: 17. Dispel

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing:  Male Lavellan x Dorian(Bards Drabbles au)

Rating: PG- implied injury and battle

17. Dispel

Shaking his head vigorously, Cyric Lavellan staggered up into an approximation of standing position. Tendrils of Fade energy drifted up from his arms and torso, the Anchor eagerly lapping them up. His ears rang from the bloody hard blow he had just taken. Shadow stepping usually works best when you don’t go through a wall. Still slightly dazed, he looked for his companions as the barrier that had surrounded him slowly began to dispel itself.

“What was that!?” Dorian rushed over to him, worry plainly on his face. Cyric groaned and rubbed his face, seeing double of his lovers face.

“I only want to see two of you in my dreams, vhenan.” giving Dorian a lopsided grin, he winced when the magister tapped his head with his staff.

“Don’t be daft. You just tried to go through a wall. What were you thinking?”

“I was just-” 

“I believe the problem was, he was not thinking.” Solas walked up to them, brow arched.

The Inquisitor scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. Scowling at the hobo mage he muttered. “I was thinking I could shadow step up it. And get a better view of the battlefield.”

“Right. Your fashion may be lacking Solas, but you're correct. That head is empty.” Dorian sniffed, giving Cyric a bored look. Solas rolled his eyes, shaking his head. 

“We best get back to the fighting, the temple gates are just ahead and Corypheous’ forces must be stopped.” 

Worry creased Cyric’s brow as Solas turned back towards the battle. As Dorian moved closer, casting a barrier over him, clasped his free hand in his.

“We’re going to see the other side of this, vhenan.”  

“Of course we are, just no more running into walls.” Dorian gave him a small smirk, bringing their hands to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on their knuckles.

“Just keep those buggers offa my back and we should be golden.” Placing a quick peck on his cheek, Cyric began to fade from view. “I’ll watch you from the shadows, Dor.,”

Smiling fondly, Dorian cast a barrier on himself then dashed back towards the temple, Cyric’s laughter echoing somewhere ahead.

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14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers Prompt

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing:  Female Lavellan x Solas (HELLLLOOOOOO personal canon)

Rating: R- mentions of sex

10. Blood Lotus

The blade she received from the spirit was aged but of a  fine quality, she planned to ask Harrit if it could be attached to her staff once back in Haven. Cassandra didn’t trust it, being a gift  from a spirit and all, and said she should just melt it down and forge something…less sacrilegious and dangerous.  Well, brushing her crimson hair out of her eyes, I don't think so. Sintilis thought.  Varric didn’t seem to be bothered by it, apparently Hawke and Co. found plenty of spirit related gifts in their travels.

The spirit must have been so annoyed that the girls and women of the village were so confused about its purpose. I would have been. Smiling to herself, she looked about, seeking out the attention of the only person that actually seemed pleased about the recent spiritual encounter.

“Solas!” She made her way towards him, interrupting his thoughts as he gathered some elfroot. Crouching beside him, she shifted to allow both her staff and new sword to trip her, she gathered up his blade and prepared to help.

“Yes Herald?” He smiled politely, folding what had been cut in parchment. 

“Sintils, please Solas, or do you want me to go back to Ha’ren?” She bumped him with her shoulder and laughed. Looking back to the herbs, she made quick cuts across the stalks, passing the clippings to him. 

“Please, no,” He chuckled softly. “What can I do for you SIntilis?”

I wanted to ask for your opinion on the blade the spirit of valor gave me.” scooching a bit forward she began cutting another patch of the fragrant stalks.

“Well, you appeased them with their preferred gift, so that was commendable.” He moved beside her, gathering what she had set aside, She hummed a thanks and turned to him, tapping the blade against her boot.

“I think it might be tied to the lake for some specific reason. I notice the statue of the Avvar-Mother, she was storied to be quite revered for her leadership.”

It’s a sound theory,” He considered, gently taking the knife from her hands. “We shall try dreaming here tonight once camp is set.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, catching her faint blush.

“I’d be honored to dream with you Solas. Though,” she smirked, falling from her crouch to sit in the tall grass. “I am worried that I just might corrupt your pleasant dreams.” She waggled her brows, her fangs shining in the afternoon light.

“Ah yes, perhaps you do need to return to honorifics,” He sat next to her, sighing as the dirt and herbs pressed against his tunic. “You seem to lack the dedication for a theoretical observation.” He rested his arms across his knees, his head canted towards her. Her face quickly went through the four stages of grief, and landed firmly on embarrassment and remorse.

“I am so sorry ha’ren, I mean no offense.  I would love the chance to dream with you. I just… I had hoped”

“The fact that you have memories of us from before Haven’s tragedy  are odd, but you might have seen me while dreaming. “

“And I was merely teasing.” He grasped a small flower from the grass and handed it to her.

“Your consideration for the wants of spirits, their desire, is much appreciated. They sing your praises.” He placed the flower behind her ear. Its pale blossom contrasting with her crimson hair. “I dare say,” she turned her face, her lip worried between her teeth., “that you shall be an amazing partner tonight.”

“Solas, I know we have been-”

“I think your trip in through the fade has caused you some distress, even to this day.”

“Solas, we fucked in my tent before the conclave convened. You asked me to call you Fen’Harel. I literally remember us fucking”

The man was too surprised to speak. The blood rushed to his ears and face at lightning speed.

“And no, I doit was not just a dream. You and I even specified the safe words  and conditions.” She sniffed in defiance as she slowly stood up. 

“I called you ha’ren out of respect. We enjoyed our time then.  And I enjoy our conversations now.”  Holding a hand out to him she grinned, her teeth bared and her ears flat against her skull, eyes wide in defiance.

“Take my hand ha’ren, we have a journey tonight in our dreams. Perhaps the overlords will deem it fit?”

He took her hand, a shudder racing through him as they passed the barrier back into camp.

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14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: 9. Enchantment

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing: Male Adaar x Josie (implied) (Bards Drabbles au)

Rating: G

Part 3/4 of the cute lil Agapius drabble set.

9. Enchantment

He always felt nervous when around Solas. Something about the way he was able to call upon the fade so easily struck him with fear, but the knowledge he was privy to thanks to his Dreaming was awe inspiring. It didn’t help that he also just seemed so wise and rather like a stern uncle.

 It was the dreaming that had made him decide that the one he wanted to enchant his crimson ribbons with was him. He had to know of some ancient spells that would make these delicate pieces of silk more than just pretty accouterments.

As he entered the rotunda, he coughed softly to announce his presence as the apostate seemed engrossed in his book. When he wasn’t acknowledged, he moved close, and that’s when the faintest of snores reached his ears. Smiling, he gently tapped his shoulder, hoping to not startle him too badly with his looming.

Groggily, Solas opened his eyes and blinked owlishly, then stretching his neck, he looked up at the inquisitor.

“Sorry to wake you, Solas, but I had a favor to ask of you.” Agapius noticed that Solas looked slightly more disheveled than normal, like this wasn’t one of his planned dream escapades. ‘hmm, He must have just been having a regular nap for once.’ 

Suppressing a yawn, Solas leveled him with a bored glare.

“What do you need, Inquisitor?”

Setting his package down, he carefully untied its bindings.  The delicate red silk shimmered in the candlelight, and Solas arched a brow in question

“If you would be so kind, can you enchant these for me with one of the spells you’ve learned in the Fade?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve found out so much while dreaming, I had hoped you might have stumbled upon something that could enhance luck, or happiness, or, something.” Agapius began to lose his nerve as the mage continued to stare at him.

 “They’re a gift, for someone special to me.”

“Ah, yes, your infatuation with our Ambassador is hardly a secret.” Solas smiled, though it didn’t quite meet his eyes. He took the package carefully, studying the ribbons within. “I’ll have to do some research, ” He placed the ribbons down on his book, tapping his fingers against its cover.

“She has razor sharp focus, a keen eye for details and the charm to win everyone's heart….” He mused aloud as Agapius watched him, the younger man's eyes full of eager hope.

“She does have more control of her mind than some of the best tacticians!” Agapius was beaming with pride.

“Yes, quite.” Solas offered a bemused smile before tracing a finger across the ribbons. “ Something that would ease stress might be appropriate then,” He lifted one up and studied it, casting a small ball of light to illuminate his desk better. Agapius’ eyes shined, always a fan of the more practical magic displays, he gently clapped his hands and grinned.

“Thank you, Solas. Let me know what I can do for you in return and I shall do my best.” Solas watched him,  waving him off  with a soft chuckle.

“Be off with you then, I’ll have these delivered to you soon.” Agapius almost hugged the man, but stopped and straightened. 

“Of course, Solas. May the fade bless your dreams!” He hurried off, all smiles.

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14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: 5. Kissing in the Rain

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing: Cassandra x Solas (Bards Drabbles au)

Rating:G

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prompt from the untranslatable word list: Komorebi (Japanese): The sunlight that filters through the leaves of the trees

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I saw this prompt Sat morning browsing, and I had an idea. So sorry for derailing..and making it sad 😔

Sun-kissed and too warm. The lush scent of summer mead and sweet honey is strong through the valley. The wind sends it up to the walls and into the courtyard beyond.

Eye crinkles and skewed smiles full of sweet red fruits. The people of skyhold beam at summers bounty. The future proven fruitful and the sky clear of that acrid tone of green.

The strawberries are abundant this time of year. Clan Lavellan made sure of it this past spring. They were her favorite.

More smiles greet the sun. The sky. The people who fight and die for our cause.

The inquisitor would have chastised them, always practiced and full of sceptism. But the trials in the training grounds and butteflies in the field bemoan their grip on the meadows.

Hope and niceness ever on its way.

The chevalier and the wardens and the templars and the mages, they all seem to be catching their breaths. The endless fights finally seeing red and the warnings.

Strawberry champagne for all at mid summer.

She would have called for it.

Even if she would have shyed away from its strong fragrance, and crushed it instead upon her cheeks like the light between the leaves in the courtyard.

Red fruits and sweet dew for all.

The berries grow bright despite our tears.

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14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: 6. Declaration

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing: Male Adaar x Josephine (Bards Drabbles au)

Rating: G

Final Part of Agapius’ lil love drabble. Also other last prompt I'll get done on original dead line :D

6. Declaration

The bouquet of flowers on her desk would have gone unnoticed if they hadn't been so simple. Daisies and baby's breath, mums and blood lotus. Really, the blood lotus caught her eye first, but with the simpler white blooms, she wasn’t sure if there was a new attack against her, or a new suitor.

Seated at her desk, determined to ignore the new floral disturbance, she set about her work. So many dispatches to send and treaties to review. The trade agreements would take her at least a week to review before deigning to suggest a counter offer. She loved her work, but it did wear on her.

Aa the day went on and her scribes passed through with additional correspondences and Josephine looked forward to her daily chat with the Inquisitor. He always let her bounce ideas off of him and was such a handsome sounding board, she didn’t know what she would do without him.

She’d love to set him loose on a few choice merchants at the moment, just to see him puff up in righteous indignation. The minutes ticked away and she was lost to her work. But as the minutes stretched to hours, and her shining knight had yet to appear, she began to worry she did not have the favor she so keenly held dear.

The dinner bell came and went, and Josie had fulfilled her daily duties to a tee; merchants acquired, treaties negotiated, the state of the inquisition upheld and glorified. But still her handsome drake had failed to appear. She was beginning to worry. She leaned back in her chair with a frustrated sigh, longing to stab something, anything really. But calmer heads always prevailed and Leliana’s words danced across her thoughts. 

So instead, she decided to wrest the petals from their stalks of the bouquet before her. Starting with a daisy she mimed the actions of the simple farm girls on novels. ‘He loves me. He loves me not.” Petal after petal until the poor thing was bare. Not satisfied, she moved onto the mum, surely it’s multitude of petals would head her desire for a romantic answer. Again and again until blood lotus was all that remained she plucked. “He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me! He loves me not. 

He loves me! 

Dammit.. He loves me not.”

The blood lotus didn’t present a traditional flower. More a reed than anything else. But now that all the other flowers had been laid bare she finally noticed the note that had been tied to their stems.

In a shaky script, the suiter had poured their heart out.

Cheeks that pierce the Golden City, and lips that part the Amaranthine seas. Eyes that sparkle like lyrium and a voice that echoes such that the world sees; You are a goddess walking, a woman of purpose and ardor. With a firm word and a quill flick, the world comes to  order.

Your voice sends people running, not in fear but with purpose and much speed. And those surly lips set up a frenzy, when whispered words are followed freely.

The jewel of the sea is not a pirate, though one may claim your  throne. You gaze upon the empires, and desire none for your own. You stand behind my presence, though beside me you should dwell. Your keen insight is awe inspiring, and your beauty unparalleled.

Please grant me this one wish, though I owe so much more than you would know.

Please stand beside me always, please become my dear betrothed.

Josie gasped a breath as she read the note, flipping the card over, hoping to see who had sent her such a romantic note, but all there was, was another hostile scribbled note:

“Check your secret door. -A”

‘Oh you pesky drake,’ in her excitement, she fumbled for the drawer trigger, pressing the little metal nub in her top desk drawer. Out sprang her dagger shelf. Her blades shined and ready as always, but instead of their normal dark wrappings, crimson ribbons adorned their handles. The silken fabric almost glowing in the firelight. Blushing, but a full smile upon her face, she brushed her fingers across the beautiful pieces of silk. Giggling as the enchantments upon them let out a delicate chime, she felt her fluttering heart mellow and her smile went from giddy to proud.

She slowly unwrapped the ribbons from her blades, setting the dangerous things back into her drawer when she was done. Grinning, she grabbed up the ribbons and held them to her face, their enchantments singing against her skin and easing her racing mind. The rich crimson silk reminded her of her mother, all rouge and fire, of her father’s passion and her sister's sweetness.

Smiling, then settling into a frown, she realized she had destroyed the sweetest gift she had received out of a sense of hubris not befitting her position. As her mind danced between the elation of her proposal and her guilt about the flowers, she was startled by a raven landing on her desk; a single rose in its beak. 

It dropped the flower on her desk, then flew off, leaving her staring in its wake.

Then a nug headbutted her ankle, a crystal grace in its maw. It reluctantly released it to her before skittering away. She almost broke out into giggles as it missed the pet door into the scullery on its first try.

Bringing the the two newest flowers to her face, she breathed them in, their fragrances mingling into a delicate sweetness, that with her enchanted ribbons, left her feeling both conflicted about the bouquet and happy to entertain the consequences.

She startled when her office door burst open. Not for a person, but for a dracolisk. No, not a dracolisk, Agapius’s dracolisk. The damn beast had a full wreath with flowers and ribbons about her neck and horns. 

Josie quickly stood, then strode across her office to intercept the clearly overwhelmed beastie. She cooed and patted her snout before leading her back out of her office.

“Chrysothisus, Your master is much too cruel if he thinks sending you deep inside the fortress was a good move for you.” the ambassador cooed at the serpent beast who in turn cooed much like a pigeon from the attention, her eyes drooping closed in pleasure from the extra attention.

As nobles and staff bared little mind to the reptile in the throne room, Josie led her out of the hall with haste, the fewer chances for wagging tongues the better. They made it out to the courtyard with little incident, other than Varric hastily rushing away, which she KNEW was not important at all, of course. 

Chrysothisus pulled from Josephine's hands and rushed down the stairs back towards the stables, smoke oozing out of her nostrils as she went. The sulfur made Josie’s eyes water, and she hoped her hunch was correct, otherwise she would have stayed in her office. Braiding the ribbons into her hair, she all but waltz towards the Herald's Rest. 

Catching sight of Cole, peeking through Sera’s window, his grin wide and his happiness contagious, she walked across the courtyard; she just knew she needed to go to the tavern. The lack of sparring in the area just screamed something was going on, but with the guards making relaxed circuits on the parapets, she knew that Skyhold was safe. 

Scout Harding greeted her at the Tavern’s door offering a pleasant greeting and a wink as she pushed the door open for her.

The darkness of the tavern took a moment to get used to, but soon Josie could see all the normal denizens; Marydin was before the stairs, her lute at the ready, but her attention captured by the arcanist. Sera was up on the stairs, legs dangling between banisters and casting her tongue at both women, who seemed to enjoy her attention. Krem was deep in his cups, or as deep as one can be when your boss is so distracted as to not notice an ambassador's presence.

Varric peeked out from the cellar, motioning for the staff to hold off on greetings.

All this as she walked into the dimly lit tavern.

She stood there, a smile claiming her lips as she clasped her hand behind her back.  Waiting patiently for what she could hardly believe was happening. The hitched breath she heard above her gave her reassurance and sent her heartbeat racing.

As he walked down the stairs Josephine did not worry about the treaties that they would break. She didn’t care about how there were nobles that would try to keep them apart. All she focused on was her very, very nervous drake, and his blushing nervous smile in front of her.

“I didn’t think you’d shred the flowers, I shouldn’t have been so subtle.” He scuffed his feet, his blush tinting his ears purple.

“Oh, yes well,” She fluffed her hair, making sure the ribbons bounced and shone in the lantern light. “ I've had some time to cool my head.” She peered up at him and through her dark lashes.

He strode towards her, hands outstretched, waiting for her confirmation of his intentions, Josie hesitated, her hand just a hair's breadth away from joining.

“Please, tell me some pretty words that aren't meant for nations…” She furrowed her brow and looked at him, worry in her umber eyes. Yet, before she could respond, he continued his nervousness ebbing.

“You are the sky I see when I look towards home. Full of stars and hope. I know when I send you word, that love is received and shared because you are so good to our people.” Agapius clasped her hands in his, holding her gaze as he continued in a warm murmur. “I am here for you, and hope you will be there for me.” he kissed her knuckles, drawing away so she had space to think.

“I would ask for your hand.” He beamed as she stared, open mouthed, blush upon her cheeks and tears in her eyes.

“You bring warmth to my heart and steel to my word. Your decrees move nations and your grace moves my heart,” She raised her hands to either side of his face, gently holding him. “As I am the port you return home to, you are the ship that takes my heart on adventures I could never imagine.” Sniffled a bit as she spoke, her voice thick with emotion.

“Then again, your hand, Lady Montilyet, that is all I ask, and I will give you everything I build with my own.” Agapius smiled tightly, trying to convey every unspoken word he needed to convey in that moment.

As she looked into Agapius’ eyes, she heard the silence the ravens offered. The white noises from the scouts. The quiet of the courts.  She dropped her hands from his face, then gripped his hands tightly in hers. Her ribbons braided in her ebony locks, gleaming in the lantern light.

“You are the anchor to my ship, the port at the end of my voyage. Your smile is my beacon. Please take my heart and hold it captive in your endless affection” The quizzical look that crossed his face made her giggle, then sniffle as she fought back tears.

“Yes, you big oaf, you may have my hand, and my heart.” She beamed up at him as his own smile lit up his face. Swiftly, he pulled her into a tight embrace, dipping her in that over dramatic way she enjoyed and kissed her soundly as the tavern broke out into cheers.