#oh you thought I forgot Eirwen?

[obsidianmichi]

Enfenim var vhenan him’sa?

“You got a lover back home, Bright Eyes?” Varric asked.

“No,” she laughed.

“I figured as much. Besides, no elven guy or girl who stayed instead of following you across the Narrow Sea is worth keeping.”

Eirwen glanced at Varric, aware they’d grown closer to a large building just off the central square. From the way humans constructed their towns, she suspected this was the inn. “I suppose,” she ventured. “I never gave it much thought.”

Solas cleared his throat. “Perhaps that is for the best.”

I’m going to get whiplash, she thought, watching him out of the corner of her eye. Her heart squeezed in her throat. I am completely lost. “Why do you ask?” There was an obvious, natural progression to this conversation but it couldn’t possibly…

“I’m just thinking. If we’re going to keep traveling in places with people, we should come up with a system.”

“I thought we had a system,” Eirwen said.

“No, not that one. A different system,” Varric said. “One to keep every eligible bachelor, and some less than eligible, in a five mile radius from descending on us like swarm of locusts. Hawke and I used to pull this when Fenris wasn’t available or couldn’t. Sometimes, Isabella stepped in or Sebastian helped out. It kept Hawke sane.”

“I’m not a hero like Hawke,” Eirwen said.

“Not yet,” Varric said. “Hawke didn’t start out a hero either, but like you she had that talent smell on her. Drew the eye, drew the people. No one could say no to her, and nobody forgot her either. Not even magic powers and that staff of hers were enough to drive suitors off. I don’t think even she knows how much work Carver and Rabbit did while they still lived in Lowtown.”

“Varric may indeed be correct,” Solas said. “Such a method would be an acceptable means of ending trouble before it began.”

She glanced from one to the other. Neither of them could be serious, this sounded like a plot straight out of Swords & Shields. “You can’t be suggesting that I… I… I pretend to be in relationship.”

“Think of it this way, Bright Eyes. We get to the tavern and they’ll try to split us up,” Varric said. “This way one of us always stays with you.”

Eirwen paused. “There is a certain logic in that.”

Varric let go of her elbow, and clapped a hand on her shoulder. “Exactly.”

“Who do you plan to play my fictional lover, Varric?” she asked. “You?”

“No, no,” Varric laughed. “I don’t think I’d be the best choice, the best lies are always hidden inside a truth.”

Inside a truth, Eirwen echoed. Had Varric just admitted to being a little in love with his best friend? She smiled. “So, Iron Bull is out.”

“You two just don’t have that kind of chemistry,” Varric said with one of his sly grins. “When we run cons, we want to be convincing.”

She glanced at Solas, he was the only remaining possibility. He’d never go for it. The thought left her vaguely unhappy. That was for the best, she reminded herself. If they went through with it, she’d never hear the end of it from Ellana. I am supposed to be helping her with Solas. Though, Ellana’s relationship with the Iron Bull was the subject of more conversation than whatever might be fomenting between Solas and herself.

“I would be willing to take part in this pretense,” Solas said.

Eirwen’s head whipped about, her eyes widening. “You wouldn’t!”

He smiled, his eyes glinting with a mischief she’d glimpsed before but only rarely and in fleeting moments. There and gone before he lost himself again in solemnity. “I see no reason why we should not make an attempt, especially when pretending ensures the safety of all involved.”

“Solas,” she began.

“Do you object?” he asked.

“No, but—”

“We are in agreement then.”

Eirwen stared at him, mouth agape. She knew she looked a bit like a landed fish, but found she couldn’t keep her composure. Words failed her. Pretend  to be in a relationship. Ellana is going to murder me. Worse, she had no clear idea of what pretending to be in a relationship looked like. He knew she’d next to no experience. How is it different from a regular relationship?  “There will be discussions,” she said at last, taking a moment to prod his arm with her finger.

“Certainly,” he agreed, looping his arm through hers.

Her eyes narrowed, where was his embarrassment? He should be offended, stiff, annoyed at others inserting themselves into his business and demanding privacy. He was taking this far too well. “There will be ground rules.”

He bowed his head. “Ma nuvenin.”

Eirwen paused, for a moment she saw the shy wandering woodsman vanish only to be replaced by something… someone else. Whoever he’d been before, she decided, when he wasn’t who he was now. Loose rather than restrained, almost relaxed. Amused, even. Amused by her horror if she went by his expression. He... her eyes caught on the light dancing in his stormy gray-blues, he’s teasing me.

“You are staring, lethallan,” Solas said. “Should you fail to recover your composure, we shall not convince anyone.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Chuckles,” Varric said. “You’ll convince everyone. All we need to do is say the relationship is new.”

Solas laughed. “So I am to play the part of the annoyed, protective lover irritated when his territory is invaded.”

“Exactly right,” Varric said. “The best way to drive off a potential rival is to do what you’re good at. Give ‘em a threatening ‘I’ll eat your dreams’ stare when they stick around too long, and if they don’t take the hint lash them with some condescending wit.”

“Who is going to inform these men of my ability to curse them with nightmares for the rest of their natural lives?” Solas asked.

“That’d be me,” Varric replied.

“Excellent,” Solas said. “It would be far less impressive were I to threaten them, a third party is far more convincing.”

“I agree. Suggestion is both more frightening and gives the mind room to imagine.”

Eirwen groaned. “I’m never having conversations with men ever again.”

“Yes, but consider the fun we shall have fooling the humans,” Solas said. “You will always have aid should it become necessary to divest yourself of uncomfortable conversations.”

“I’m sure I had that before,” she replied. “I think you’re going along with this because you like to tease me.”

“Enfenim var vhenan him’sa?” he murmured, too low for Varric to hear. Afraid our hearts will become one?

She blushed. “Tel’enfenim, Solas. Tel’enfenim mala harel.” I am not afraid, Solas. I am not afraid of your tricks.

This is from the latest chapter of In A Dreamer’s Eye. You know how this goes, it starts with a faked relationship and ends in one inn room and only one bed. (Also cultural conflict regarding baths and general nudity.) Companion Eirwen AU is all self-indulgent fun.

[shift-shaping]

For DWC: Solrana and I'm using a prompt off my list: rough rocks beneath calloused hands.

Glimpses: Very Troublesome

@dadrunkwriting

Rating: E (Explicit)

Genre: Romance/Smut

Pairings: Solas x Surana

Warnings: Blood, violence, callousness, things that make you go “guys really”

Really, the Inquisitor ought to stop sending them on missions together.

If they weren’t actively seducing each other, they were getting easily distracted by various interesting plants and Fade anomalies, to the point that they frequently forgot what they were supposed to be doing. They took their time, and enjoyed each other, ever-aware of their rapidly draining time together. 

Of course they did not mention it, and he always assured her that he would never let her waste away as she feared, but they could both tell how, in the depth of her nightmares and the singing in her head, the Blight took its toll.

Perhaps this was why the Inquisitor let them have so much time together. She thought Solas the lonely, wise apostate who just wanted some company, and Surana was his heroic love that had probably already done her part in saving the world.

Surana was not in the dark about who he was, though. He’d told her, after a particularly difficult night of panic, drinking, and desperate sex during which she prodded until he let her in. She’d been far more accepting than he expected, not the least in part because she didn’t seem to have a particularly good idea of who the Dread Wolf was supposed to be. It tried his patience, but he was at least thankful that she wanted to learn. Were she Dalish, he did not believe he could have told her, at least not then. He also knew she’d seen so much that she’d believe him if he told her something that, to most others, would be irrational or even impossible. 

“I killed a god once,” she’d said, cheekily, her head resting on his chest while he stared blankly at the ceiling. “Well, I weakened it… I wouldn’t be here if I’d actually dealt the final blow.”

Now she was respectful but playful, knowing when to called him by his title and when he was just ‘Solas.’ With anyone else, he’d have hated it. But she was teasing and light and made him feel at ease with so little effort. 

He told her often how important she was, how he never would have expected to meet someone like her, but she always brushed him off with her typical brand of self-deprecating humor. 

He thought back to that now, as they walked along the rolling hills of Crestwood, watching her backside flex in front of him. She was also beautiful, and very muscular. Moments like this, traveling casually in some rural landscape, were often passed in comfortable silence. He’d hold her hand when he could, but just being beside each other was sometimes enough.

“Oh!” She stopped suddenly, a few paces in front of him, and he kept walking until he could see her line of sight. “There, look.”

She pointed down into the valley below them, where large black birds wandered about an abandoned field. He followed her gaze to an old farmhouse, where a commotion could be heard. “What do you think is going on?” He asked, frowning.

“I’m not sure…” She looked down at the hill they were on, which at this point was more of a cliff. “Should we go look?”

“We are supposed to be taking notes on the dormant Rift just north of here…” He started, then stopped short when they both heard a loud, terrified scream. Eirwen cursed, groaned, then suddenly shifted into a crow and took off down the cliff. He sighed and carefully followed after her, climbing down the cliff as fast as possible while also making sure not to slip. The rocks were smooth beneath his hands, but not so much he couldn’t get a grip.

By the time he reached the farmhouse she was standing, arms crossed, between two groups of men. The room bristled with pressure, and as soon as Solas walked in they turned to him threateningly. He paid them no mind, hardly intimidated, and took his place beside her. “What is going on?”

She opened her mouth, but one of the men spoke first. “We were looting this place, then that shitheel over there decided he was gonna do it instead!”

“We only showed up because we heard this place was abandoned. Doesn’t matter that you were there, we got just as much right as you.”

“Is this… serious?” Solas asked, and Surana smirked before looking between the two groups. 

“Now these knife-ears show up looking to steal our shit,” the first man said again, looking at the other one. “And I’d rather let a demon take it than a knife-ear.”

Solas and Surana looked sideways at each other, and she sighed heavily. “We are with the Inquisition. We mean you no harm, we just wanted to see what was going on. Now that we know, we’ll leave. I’m certainly not going to keep the two of you from killing each other.”

She stepped back toward the door, then felt a hand on her shoulder. “We don’t much like Inquisition around here either. Maybe if we took care of you two that ox-woman would stop sending scouts out here to wreck our fun.”

“That is extremely stupid,” Solas said bluntly, not the least bit worried about Surana. “If you value your lives, you will let us leave.” The floor boards creaked and his fingers twitched, sparks of fire dancing around them. “That is not a threat. It is a promise.”

One of the men put a knife to Surana’s throat and she rolled her eyes. “Evidently you do not know who I am.” He told her to shut up and pressed it against her skin. Suddenly, she vanished, and the men seemed baffled for a moment before a massive mountain lion landed on his back and ribbed out his neck from behind, digging in hard with its teeth. 

Chaos erupted in the room as several of the men quickly recovered and descended on the lion, which nimbly dodge them. Solas drew his staff and shot a firebolt at the man behind him in one fell movement, then fired off a lightning spell that hit one of the ones closing in on Surana.

He watched her carefully, easily tracking her movements and being sure not to hit her even in such close quarters. She shifted quickly from one form to another, relying primarily on her crow and lion shapes to dodge the blows of swords and rip out their throats to kill them efficiently. They went down so fast and easily that by the time most of the men realized what was happening they were already in her sights.

He caught glimpses of her in her elvhen form, a shadow between predator and prey. She was enthralling to watch, so deft and skilled with each movement that it almost looked like a dance. No one touched her, even as she briefly stood in front of one man, relished in his shock, then drove her bladed staff deep into his gut.

Only once they were finally alone did he realize he’d done almost nothing. She smirked at him, wiping blood off her face, and stepped over a bleeding body to meet him. “You were not particularly helpful.”

His grin turned devilish and he tilted her chin up, looking at her. “Ir abelas, vhenan. I was distracted.”

She shook her head and took him by the wrist, taking his hand from her face. “You get turned on when I kill people? That is troublesome, Solas.”

He chuckled and stroked her hand. “Watching you fight is… intoxicating.”

“You were supposed to be helping me, love…”

“Ah, but you could obviously handle it.”

She stepped closer to him and cupped his cheek. “Is that so? Am I to protect you, Dread Wolf?”

He suddenly pulled her close, one hand on her back, and she gasped quietly. “You seem to enjoy saying that.”

“You seem to enjoy hearing it.”

Somewhere in the pile of bodies around them someone groaned, and Solas shot them without thinking or looking away from her. “Are we even now?” 

She narrowed her eyes and ran her thumb over his freckles. “I don’t think so.”

He smirked and glanced toward the door. “Outside, vhenan?”

“You don’t want to have sex on a pile of bodies?”

“I had not realized I promised to have sex with you,” he replied as he gently tugged her out the door. 

“You don’t need to,” she purred, suddenly stopped and pushing him back against the outside wall. “I know you well enough that I hardly need to ask.”

He tilted his chin up and held her hand, feeling the calloused skin underneath his own. “You seem just as excited after killing someone.” She raised an eyebrow and he smirked at her playfully. “That is troublesome, Eirwen.”

She pushed him back harder, pinning him, and he looked surprised for a moment before quickly pulling her in and pressing his lips to hers. He pushed his knee between her legs, into the meet of her thighs, and she gasped against his mouth. 

“You are beautiful, Eirwen,” his breathed, breaking the kiss just long enough to look deep into her eyes. “And I want you to feel everything I can do to you.”

She shuddered and laughed, trying to keep her bearings. “I haven’t felt it already?”

“Not even close,” he growled before leaning in to bite her soft, exposed neck. She shook, grasping at his shirt, and manage to pull away.

“No,” she said, looking him square in the eyes. “I want you to feel me.”

“Is that so?” He took her wrist again, meeting her firm gaze. “What if I would rather do this my way?”

“Mmm…” She put her hand against the wall, despite his strength against her, and his eyes flashed with mischievousness. “Deal with it,” she hissed into his ear, and he laughed darkly before suddenly turning them both around and pinning her to the wall, fall against the wood.

“You wish to test me, Warden?” He leaned in close, and she snickered. “Do you have any idea what you are dealing with?”

“Do you?” She cooed, before suddenly vanishing and reappearing behind him, switching their positions again.

He laughed and shook his head. “Cheater.”

“Magic is hardly cheating.”

“You do not want to open up that possibility.”

“Are you sure?” He gasped suddenly and his back arched as she sent a shudder of playful electric magic up his spine. “I do know my way around a staff, dreamer.”

He panted and tried to break out of her grip, but she’d put a spell on his hands to keep them bound. “You are cruel…” he chuckled, shaking his head. She could see pink tinging his ears and laughed before pressing her body against him from behind, then reached her hands around to his waist. “Surana,” he breathed, and then gasped quietly when she felt his already thick bulge. She trailed her fingers gently over him, stroking back and forth over his leggings. 

“You are hard…” She whispered, directly into his ear, and he swallowed hard. “What a state I have you in. So strong, but you’ll break for me, won’t you?”

“Is that what you think will happen when you test me, vhenan?”

“I’ve seen it before. Why shouldn’t it happen again?” She gripped his cock and he bit down hard on his lower lip, suppressing a whimper. 

“Because,” he managed, smiling despite himself. “I have some self-control.”

She laughed, openly, and bit the tip of his ear from behind. “Mm… is that so?” She stroked him slowly over his pants, coaxing his hard, thick length with every teasingly gentle movement. He filled her hand completely, so large it was almost hard to grip. “You’re so big, Solas… you’re going to let me control you?”

“Hardly… you are- ngh… you are very confident in this.”

“I’m winning, dreamer,” she hissed. Without another word, and so quick she hardly noticed until it was too late, he broke the bindings and attempted to switch their positions. But he couldn’t move with how she pinned him there, and after a moment he gave up and lay panting against the wall. “Good try.”

He laughed again. “I could change our positions at any moment if I wished.”

“Liar.”

He pushed off, but with her full weight against him and her free hand pinning him to the wall it proved more difficult than he anticipated. “You are…” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Very strong.”

“I try, dreamer.” She kept stroking him, teasing him, making him shaking against her. 

“It’s rare that I let someone do this, you know.”

“I assume. It’s also rare you’re so candid.”

“Is that what you call it? Ah-” he bucked into her hand and arched his back again. “Fenedhis. That feels- don’t stop.” His voice was breathy, desperate. 

“You sure?” She let go, just long enough to slip his hand under his waistband, making him moan loudly. “Then you need to do as I say.”

“You realize that is-” She stopped suddenly and he gasped, bracing himself against a wall. “Fuck, do not stop, please.”

“Then do as I say.”

“Fine, just- nngh…” 

“Turn around.” He did, gladly, but she immediately bound his hands again, now behind his back and against the wall. He hissed, low and deep, and she slowly dropped to her knees. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, feeling her pull down his leggings and take his thick cock into her hands. 

She kept stroking him, and he kept his eyes closed so he could focus on the feeling of her hands, her tongue stroking up and down his length. When he dared to look down, the expression on her face could have killed him. She took him in, her tongue moving around him slowly, tantalizingly, and his ears drooped as he watched. 

He couldn’t touch her like this, could only look, and it was driving him wild. He could break the bindings again if he could focus hard enough, but that wasn’t about to happen. She slid her tongue beneath his foreskin and he moaned, loudly, feeling his body give in. He wished he could hold out longer, though he knew that was impossible when she was such an expert at this. He bucked into her mouth and she gripped his hips, taking in as much of him as she could before pulling out slightly, then pushing back in. Her tongue gave him constant pressure, keeping him pressed against the roof of her mouth. 

He twitched in her mouth and he whimpered, wishing so badly that he could touch her somehow. She moaned, low and long, and the sound vibrated against him as he fell over the edge. She sucked him hard as he came, the noise from his mouth thoroughly un-godlike as he released into her mouth. 

She kept sucking him, swallowing, wanting every drop of seed even as he whimpered and protested the overstimulation. When she was finally done she sat back on her heels and looked up, admiring his flushed face and drooping, submissive ears. “How was that, dreamer?” She teased, smirking.

He shook his head and laughed, panting, struggling to stay standing. “Ah… you will be punished for that.”

She stood and smiled, unbinding him easily. “Are you sure? Or maybe I’ll just win you over again?”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Unlikely, vhenan.”

“You say that,” she said. “But the way you were moaning tells me otherwise.”

He said nothing, just gave her a sideways glance and a groggy, pleased smirk. 

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