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THROUGH TIME : II
Solas x Lavellan
Plot: After Solas breaks her heart the second time during the exalted council. The inquisitor found herself unable to move on. After she stumbles on the remnants of the time magic used in redcliffe. She decides to go back, and see if there's anything she could have done differently that will persuade him not to leave her this time around.
Note: I swear the pacing gets better from here... Or the next chapter.... Dhdbdbsbbsbs
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When Aria opened her eyes the world was gray, a black and white lull as she felt strange yet familiar hands supporting all of her weight. An older elven woman singing an ancient lullaby while rocking her back and forth.
She was back to when she was an infant. Being cradled by her mom at camp Lavellan. She missed her dearly and she found herself relaxing into her arms even more. The stress and burdens of the time she had left behind her growing weary.
With the knowledge she had of her previous life, she did things she wouldn't have back when she was a child. She studied more magic, being drawn to books no one of her age would even be able to comprehend. She did all this in secret of course, afraid that if she does something differently in broad daylight, things would go differently and her hopes of meeting Solas would be crushed.
She laid in hammocks when her basic mage training was done. Staring at the open skies thinking of the breach she had sealed from before. Wondering where, under the same stretch of stars she was looking up from, did the Dread Wolf lie in slumber.
On her open schedules she buried herself, writing on a notebook. Taking note of what she remembers from her previous life. So that she may never forget and make a mistake. Yet in every single page she wrote her mind drifted off to Solas' voice.
"Ar'lath ma vhenan"
It was around this time of her previous life when the clan picked out people to go to the conclave. She had done everything concerning others the same up to this point. There was a fear in her heart that she may not be chosen. She knew she can't have messed up. Yet the gnawing feeling under her toes, the quickening of her heart beat and the beads of sweat that formed on her for head as she paced in her tent was undeniable proof of her anxiousness.
The decision came that afternoon. Her and a handful of other people were sent. And soon she was on her way to the conclave.
"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now" Cassandra said circling her as she sat on her knees on the cold floor of the cell. She was angry. Aria knew why. Back then when this first happened she was terrified and confused, now she just felt... Relieved. She is talking to her friend again! She can't show that however. So she steeled herself and forced a frown. "The conclave is destroyed, everyone who attended is dead. Except for you"
Aria had wanted to jump in her arms then to be giddy and cry as she encircled her friend in her in an embrace. But she musn't.
"What do you mean everyone's dead?"
She asked, the exact same reaction she had before.
Cassandra snatched her arm and yanked it high. Her expression on of anger.
"Explain, this" She spat.
"I can't"
The rest was history, one she had lived through before.
Soon she was running through the battlements "We must help them" Cassandra says in earnest.
Aria knew who she was referring to. How could she not.
They rounded the corner and there he was. His staff glowing with magic as he kept the demons back. Aria sprung into action. And she noted that if there was but one difference here than her first life, it's that she was undeniably more trained. More prepared... More... Experienced.
There were a lot of demons, and it should be frightening to her. But when she knows that he's here now, how can anything else matter?
The fight was over before she knew it. And she felt his hand over hers, it was firm, the sense of urgency notable. Yet she felt her eyes water at that simply notion. He can't believe he's here now. The warmth of his skin radiating to her arms outweighed the slight sting of the mark that was once again bestowed upon her.
Solas' expression was tight, with the slightest tinge of a frown as he raised her hand towards the rift.
"Quickly, before more come through!"
It took seconds but it felt an eternity till the rift has closed. And she longed for that hand once again.
"What did you do?" She asked looking at him. There's was a tinge of pain in her chest. A prick from a needle dancing around her heart that she can't hug him, can't explain to him what happened. That she has to act out lines she memorized and rehearsed from before.
"I did nothing" Solas smiles and her heart melted "The credit is yours".
His voice, she wanted to hear it more.
"I closed that thing.. How?"
She tried not to let her longing show but ultimately failed when her voice came out unsure, and a little bit sad. It wouldn't be out of place however, not with everything that's going on right now.
"Whatever magic opened that breach in the sky also placed that mark on your hand. I theorized that the mark may be able to close the breach that have opened in the breach's wake. And it seems I was correct"
For a split second Aria lost the facade, and a flash of knowing glided through her eyes. It was gone in an instant. She knew it was him. Knew that he gave Corypheus the orb which led to all of this, though unintentionally. She didn't matter to him at this point of time. Nobody did. But if she does things right, that will surely change.
"Meaning it could close the breach itself"
Cassandra says, voice laced with hope as she neared the group from behind Lavellan.
"Possibly. It seems you hold the key to our salvation" He nods.
And there was something screaming inside her. Something banging in the deepest parts of her mind. Yelling at her to hug him, to just... Hold him and not let him go so he wouldn't leave her.
'Don't leave me, not now'
She remembered herself saying, as if it was recorded in a loop. Wrenching her heart everytime it played.
"Good to know. Here I thought we'd be ass deep in demons forever. Varric Tethras, rouge, storyteller, occasionally unwanted tag along"
'Oh varric, I could just hug you' she thought to herself, and absentmindedly she smiled. Last time she saw him was at the exalted council after he made her a comtese.
"Are you with the chantry or... " She trailed off.
Solas chuckled and it made her heart skip a beat. And she smiled wider, not tempting to look his direction, afraid her resolve of putting distance would falter if she did. Her eyes we're watering no doubt. The warmth of having everyone back after they've all left skyhold took a weight off her chest.
Varric, who was now arguing with Cassandra on why he needs to stay didn't notice the smile. But solas did.
The mage leaned on his staff and eyed Aria with interest. There was something about her, something... Foreign, and powerful... Well above him in his state right now or any three of the other party members combined.
And that look she gave him earlier, it was quick, but there definitely is something strange about this woman who now bears his mark.
He cleared his throat .
"My name is Solas if there are to be any introductions. I am pleased to see you still live"
'Im just pleased to see you' she said to herself. Her mouth opened to say it out loud but she caught herself.
"He means I kept that mark from killing you while you slept"
That slipped her mind. Knowing he was there watching her made her feel warm. Although... She knows it wasn't her, it was the mark he was looking at. He didn't care about her at this point in time.
"You seem to know a great deal about it all"
She wrote this down, she knew when to come in.
"My travels have allowed me to learn much of the fade, much to the experience of any circle mage."
Yes, because you aren't just Solas.
"I came to offer any help I can give"
"That's a commendable attitude" She said.
But it's you knowing you messed up somewhere. Knowing you intended for Corypheus to die but he didn't, and now all of this is happening.
"Only a sensible one. Though it seems sense appears to be in short supply right now. Cassandra," He turns to the seeker "You're prisoner is a mage yet I can hardly imagine any mage capable of holding such power"
She heard his slight emphasis on power and she pales, he can't find out. Not yet. If it means she must perform worse then she will. Paying it no mind and choosing to appear not to notice it she merely followed Cassandra to the forward camp.
This was all dangerous, but she missed the warmth of having people around.
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Have some more happy dancing elves. Just a little piece of indulgent fluff exploring how I canonically want their dynamic to work. For me personally I like the idea that despite Lavellan being the one doing the chasing she’s the one pulling the strings in the relationship. She initiates almost everything and he responds because he just can’t help himself. Without his cause right there in front of him it’s almost too easy for her to bring him to his knees.
I forgot what the point was but here, have a fluffy drabble. Elven translated in tags.
“Solas?” Adahla peeked into the rotunda; it was late but she saw firelight under the door.
“Inquisitor,” Her head snapped up, finding him on the rickety scaffold against the wall, “What can I do for you?”
Adahla slid inside, walking around to stand at the base of the ladder, “I don’t know. I’ve finally caught up on the mountain of paperwork leftover from Halamshiral, I should feel exhausted but I’m restless.”
“In what way?” He asked, his back was turned to her, the slow scratching of charcoal on stone, his next piece.
“Like there’s beetles under my skin, or a beehive in my chest,”
“How long has it been since you last left Skyhold?”
Adahla stopped, cocking her head to the side, ears pulled tight to her head, “I don’t, I don’t think I’ve managed to get out since we got back.”
He chuckled a little, “You are a wanderer, Inquisitor. Before the Conclave I’d say you rarely set foot inside anything larger than an aravel, never mind a place as steady as Skyhold.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” She grumbled, her ears flicking irritably.
“Ir abelas, that is not how I meant it,” He sighed softly, sitting on the edge of the scaffold, legs dangling in the air, “Your clan doesn’t often stay in a single area for long, most nights having only the sky and the horizon has your only barriers. Now, you are here,” Solas gestured expansively at the room, “Walls and barriers abound. Skyhold will always be a safe space for you, but you and I both know you’re more comfortable in the wilds.”
“You know, you could’ve just said I needed to get out more, or that I was cooped up for too long.” She gave him a teasing grin, prompting a laugh from him, Adahla leaned on the ladder, “And since I need to get out, would you like to come with me?”
“How could I refuse?” He smiled, swinging onto the ladder when she moved away, “Did you have something in mind?”
“No,” She giggled a little, taking his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers, “Will you come anyways?”
“Lead the way, vhenan.”
She grinned widely and whisked him out of the rotunda, out the front doors and down the steps. The air outside was crisp and dry, even if it was nearing late spring it still smelled like snow. A few torches lit the yard, bathing the frozen grass in orange light. She looked up to the sky, framed by the imposing towers of Skyhold. The moon was gone, the wispy darkness of clouds obscuring some of the stars. They winked at her, tiny white jewels, far too many to ever count.
“It’s beautiful tonight,” She breathed, the fingers of her left hand lightly touching her lips.
“You are.”
Adahla shot him a look over her shoulder, a soft flush creeping into her cheeks, “I always am.”
He chuckled softly, allowing her to tug him across the drawbridge and out into the snow, “Are you not worried about being seen?”
“What are any of them going to say?” She smirked back at him, relishing the feeling of untouched snow under her boots, “I saw the Inquisitor stealing away into the night with an apostate?”
“Yes.”
She scoffed, letting go of his hand to spin in the snow, arms outstretched, head thrown back to the sky, “Let them!” she stopped, tilting her head as she looked at him, a smile curling her lips, “You are the only thing I have chosen for myself since the Conclave, Solas, and I’ll steal away with you whenever I like,” she paused, “So long as you’re amenable to it.”
Solas smiled, taking a few steps forward to slide his hand back into hers, “I am,” he tugged her gently to walk again, “You are particularly fierce tonight.”
Adahla laughed, louder and freer than she had in weeks, “I am! I almost feel like dancing,” she shot a look back to the looming walls of Skyhold and frowned, “Not here. I almost feel like it’s watching me.”
“Tarasyl'an Te'las always feels that way to those who hold it,” He replied, looking up to the towers, “You do it justice, Adahla.”
“As much justice a dalish can do an ancient fortress,” She said, turning away from it and gently pulling him down the hill, “Come, ma’arlath, lose yourself in the moment with me, just for tonight.”
“I don’t know if that’s wise, Adahla.”
“For one night let’s not worry so much about what is wise,” She answered, turning to face him with a warm smile, slowly backing farther from Skyhold, “Let us both forget, just for a while.”
He exhaled sharply, ears twitching a little, “Adahla.”
“Solas,” He had that tiny pleading note in his voice that she so enjoyed, “Dance with me, wild and unbound in the starlight, ma vhenan’ara.”
She took a slow step forward, gently taking his other hand. Her fingers gently pressed at the underside of his wrist, she felt his fluttering pulse. Adahla turned her back to him as she stepped closer, putting his hands on her hips, she brought her hand up to cup his jaw.
“You know the steps, ma da’vhenan?” She prompted quietly, a sly glimmer in her eyes.
“I do,” He barely whispered, his breath tickled her ear as his hand slid up to take her hand from his face and hold it firmly in his own.
She smiled, extending her leg to draw a long arc on the ground, grinning when she felt him follow, just a hair’s breadth behind her. They started slowly but surely, her back pressed against him as their feet crunched softly on the thin layer of snow. The air was still and cool, carrying the light scent of new growth; the moonless night quiet enough for her to hear the softness of his breathing, watched as it clouded the air.
He spun her to face him, pressing her close with his hand firm on the small of her back. Solas took several sharp steps back and she mirrored them, keeping her legs firmly pushed against his own. They turned in wide arcs in the snow, faster. When she looked up to him there was a steady heat in his eyes, a wide, warm smile on his lips. Adahla mirrored it, laughing giddily as he spun her away, then pulled her back into his arms with a laugh of his own. Butterflies roiled in her chest as his hands went to her hips to lift her but instead of turning to toss her into a leap he just spun a little, holding her up.
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to kiss him. Adahla felt his lips smiling against hers. When she pulled back he set her back on her feet, kissing her again. Her hands cradled his face, one of his on the small of her back, his other reaching to cover one of her hands with his.
“Ar lath, ma vhenan’ara. Ar lath ma’sahlin, la’melanda, ar isala’ma, ma ar’lath.” He spoke like he couldn’t say it fast enough, like if he didn’t say it now he never would again.
His eyes were closed. She felt the slightest tremor in the way he held her. Adahla smiled and gently pressed her forehead against his.
“Sahlin, la’melanda, ma vhenan.”
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Solas: Ar'lath ma vhenan
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