#sontna tbt

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@aetherianxarchive sent: ❛  i've been thinking about us a lot lately.  ❜ — from sontna ;v; (in any verse!)

~ " ...As have I, " Solas admits quietly. The moments they had together were few and far between, given that Sontna's condition only enabled her to spend a small amount of time in the Lighthouse before she grew too weak. Still, he cherished every moment spent with her; she was truly one of the few things that gave him joy in these desperate times. Despite that, they had made no attempt at renewing their former relationship. That wound was still too raw, it seemed. ~

~ " ...What do you think of...us? " ~

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@luna-mxth sent: ❛  it's almost too perfect, too god to be true.  ❜

~ " It does...but she is real, and she is perfect. " The first rays of sunlight are just cresting over the horizon as Solas holds Sontna tightly. Hours of pain and fear have given way to this moment of tranquility, and as he gazes down at his vhenan and their newborn child, the Dread Wolf can think nothing of his duty. This is where he is meant to be; not destroying life, but creating something new in this shadow of a world. ~

~ He noses Sontna's hair, holding her and their daughter a bit more tightly. " ...What will we call her? " he asks softly, his tone quiet in order not to wake the babe. She stirs a bit at the sound of her father's voice, but is still fast asleep as she cuddles against her mother's chest. ~

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@luna-mxth sent: ‘every power has its limits.’

~ " That is true, but... ". Solas's mouth pulls into a frown as he carefully mulls over his next words. " ...If I absorb Mythal's power from Flemeth's body, I would possess more magic than this world has ever seen since the creation of the Veil. Without my orb, this is perhaps our only chance of gathering enough power to alter the Veil in any manner. " It was dangerous, and it would mean the end of whatever last bit remained of Mythal; but with his orb in pieces, Solas saw no other option. No matter what they did to the Veil, they would need an incredible amount of magic to affect it -- Elvhen magic, specifically. ~

[dreadwxlf]

@luna-mxth sent: [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] or [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] from @luna-mxth :3

[ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss.

~ It is almost frightening, the way Sontna makes Solas forget himself. He was not unaware of the attraction between them. The tension was almost palatable when they were together, but these past few weeks had given them little time alone. It seemed whenever they came close to expressing any act of affection, they were always interrupted. But tonight was different. ~

~ After Norrim had finally been put to bed, Sontna had invited Solas up to her quarters for a nightcap. They had chatted for a long while, and after Solas's one glass of wine had turned into three, he once again felt that magnetic pull that seemingly haunted them. Without thinking, he had crushed his lips to hers, finally able to act on his feelings after far too many almost-kisses. But as he feels Sontna's lips against his -- frozen and unmoving -- his wine-addled mind begins to clear, and he quickly pulls away. ~

~ " I...I apologize, " he spluttered, scrambling away from her. " That was inappropriate of me; the wine must've gone to my head. " He rises to leave, turning away from Sontna to hide the embarrassed flush on his face. " Goodnight, Inquisitor. " ~

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@aetherianxarchive sent: " i do not care what lady whistledown the randy dowager writes about me. " — from sontna :3

~ " While I am pleased that the gossip does not trouble you, the fact is that if rumors of our relationship continue to spread, it could be...damaging to the cause of the Inquisition. " Solas falls silent for a moment, twisting his fingers in his lap. ~

~ " ...When our sponsors discover you are in a relationship with an elven apostate, they may withdraw their support. Though you may not accept the title, many still view you as Andraste's herald -- chosen by the Maker Himself to save the world from the threat of the Elder One." He pauses, setting his jaw. ~

~ " It would be in the best interests of the Inquisition to preserve that image as much as possible... ". ~

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@luna-mxth sent: "I need to confess something that may change how you see me." -- from @luna-mxth ;w;

~ Solas set aside the tome the in his hands, looking up at Sontna's distressed expression. What could she possibly want to tell him that worried her so? " I believe there is very little that would change how I see you, " he replied. " But if you wish... ". He rose from his desk, giving a wayward glance to the floors of the library above. " ...Perhaps we should speak somewhere more private? " ~

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@luna-mxth sent: "Hold still, I have to bandage this up" -- from sontna ;v;

~ Solas winced as Sontna pressed a bandage to the wound on his arm, but still attempted to offer a grateful smile. ~

~ " Ma serannas --at times, I forget I am not as young as I used to be. Once, I would have been able to incapacitate a group of red templars within seconds. " Another wince as the bandage is tightened. " ...Now, I fear what would of become of me had you not fought by my side. " ~

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@luna-mxth sent: "You've done this before, haven’t you?"

~ " Done what? " Solas asked, titling his head curiously at Sontna. " You mean...been amongst the courts of nobles? " He chuckles, as if the notion is absurd -- but there is a hint of nervousness in his demeanor as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. " I have witnessed countless gatherings of nobility from within the Fade -- I suppose after enough times, Halamshiral felt comfortable for me. Courtly intrigue has changed very little across eons of memory. " ~

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@luna-mxth sent: ⋆ “try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.” —from Sontna ;v;

~ " You worry far too much, vhenan. " He attempts to chuckle, but his bruised ribs make it difficult. They had a particularly difficult battle with a horde of demons earlier in the day, and Solas had taken the brunt of the injuries. He had healed what he could, but magic could only do so much. ~

~ " I will be fine; I do not need rest just yet." ~

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@luna-mxth sent: [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 ] for Norrim or Sontna on @luna-mxth :3

☆ ° • [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 ] my muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt

~ The makeshift tent is deathly silent as Solas keeps vigil by Sontna's side. He had feared her dead -- killed in the avalanche triggered as a last resort to stop Corypheus. But hours later, scouts had found in stumbling in the snow, barely aware of her surroundings. She was unconscious now -- but alive. Norrim had clung to her mother's side as soon as she had been brought in, but the exhausting day quickly caught up with the little girl. As her eyes grew heavy, Solas tucked her tight into a cot at the other end of the tent, making sure her favorite stuffed nug was tucked under her arm. ~

~ Now, hours later, Sontna finally stirs. Solas lets out a sigh of relief, placing a firm yet comforting hand on her shoulder to prevent her from rising. ~

~ " Easy -- do not move too quickly, or you may aggravate your injuries. " He gently helps her sit up, his arm supporting her back. " Norrim is safe, " he adds quickly; he knew that would be her first question. Pure relief is etched in his features as he gazes at her -- as is something deeper, something the both of them had refused to acknowledge. But there was no time for that now. " ...Cassandra asked that I send word as soon as you awoke...But before that, can I get bring you anything? Water? Food? " ~

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@luna-mxth sent: 💓  to  listen  to  my  muse's  heartbeat.

~ Solas pressed a gentle kiss to Sontna's forehead as he gently threaded his fingers through her hair. She lay atop his chest, her head resting above his heart. ~

~ " What are you thinking about, vhenan? " he asked softly. " You seem very focused, " he mused, noticing the slight furrow in her brow. ~

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@luna-mxth liked for a starter

~ " ...I am not certain how they will react to my proposition, " Solas stated as he gazed up at the temple entrance. He was not Mythal's murderer, as the Sentinels well knew, but he was still responsible for the destruction of their world. " ...I do not believe Abelas recognized me, but he knew I was Elvhen. " His gaze fell to Sontna, slight worry etched in his features. " Are you certain you feel well? " He knew Sontna was eager to get another look at the Well, but he did not want to put her or their unborn child in harm's way. " Perhaps you should wait here in case their reaction is...unpleasant. " ~

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@luna-mxth sent: "Why didn't you tell me?" -- from @luna-mxth :>

~ Solas bowed his head, averting his gaze from Sontna. " ...Shame, I suppose. I thought that perhaps...you would think of me differently if you had known I was Fen'Harel; that I was responsible for the destruction of our people. " A bout of silence passes between them as Solas shifts uncomfortably on his feet. " ...and that I was responsible for the Breach. When you confessed your past to me...I should have told you then. For that, I am truly sorry, vhenan. " ~

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@luna-mxth sent: [ soft ] or [ rain ]

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders

~ Solas looked up from the heavy tome in front of him as he felt someone drape a blanket around his shoulders. ~

~ " I am surprised you are still awake, " he said as he met Sontna's soft gaze. " Leliana wanted a report by the morning -- I supposed I lost track of time... ". ~

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@luna-mxth sent: raising children is a difficult task. 

~ " I can imagine, " Solas replied. He and Sontna sat in Skyhold's garden, watching as Norrim picked flowers a distance away from them. " It must be even more taxing, raising her in the midst of all...this. " He turned to look at her, something unrecognizable in his gaze. " Norrim is fortunate to have such a good mother. " ~

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@luna-mxth sent: "I'm scared of losing you. You've become such an important part of my life."

~ Solas bowed his head, a sense of solemness overcoming him. He knew it was foolish to pursue...whatever this was with Sontna. And yet, being with her gave him a sense of joy he had not felt in eons. She was the one spark of life in this shadowed world; and he could not force himself to give it up -- not yet. ~

~ He gently took her hand, his thumb caressing her skin. " ...I must admit I feel the same way, " he confessed. softly. " I care for you...perhaps more than is wise. " ~