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Lathbora viran Ch. Fourteen

Tis Friday again and here's another instalment. Also found on my AO3 page at http://archiveofourown.org/works/10213937/chapters/25070688

Elfroot? Lavender?

Warm sunlight coaxed me back to consciousness; my hand travelled down her ample hip and my body shuddered, relaxing against her back. Silk and velvet blankets enveloped us as did the sweet combination of sex.

Sex?

She moaned and rolled over, her arms encircled me, running sharp fingernails along my shoulder, trailing down my spine. I shivered and groaned.

“Morning, Solas.”

My eyes snapped open meeting her bright blue eyes sparkling with elation and love. I bolted upright, hearing the bed creak and bend to my quick motions. Plush blue and bronze draperies hung from the over-stuffed four poster bed to only let small rays of the winter sun in. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried to reorient my senses.

Yesterday…gods…I told Ellana I love her! Then I got drunk…

Turning, I glanced down at the young, virile Elvhen lass who rested her head on the palm of her hand and stared up at me through half-lidded eyes. There was a glow along her cheeks which high-lighted the rich midnight of her hair. I groaned and let my head fall.

…really drunk.

Dark, wavy strands of hair fell into my eyes and I let my breath out slow and even. She didn’t know where we were; not even an inkling that we are in the past.

You are in the Fade, Solas.

I know that! Relieving a–

Dream?

NIGHTMARE!

The Wolf’s harsh laugh echoed in my head. At least one of us enjoyed being tossed into the past. The problem was, when was I?

Lithe arms wrapped around my chest then slithered with great intent lower. Delicate hands traced the taut muscle of my abdomen, raising a trail of goose bumps in their wake. As one hand met the dark curls toward my cock, I snatched it up in my hand and brought it to my lips to give it a gentle peck on the palm.

“It feels like it’s been too long since we shared a bed, Ellana.” I said, wincing at why it had been so long. With my face turned from her, she couldn’t see the pain, pinched expression, and I blessed the gods for that.

Ellana giggled that bell-like laughter that haunted me in my dream walks more times than I comfortably could admit. “Silly halla, we made love a few hours ago, but if you want we can relive those moments again.”

Hot breath singed the tallest point of my ear followed by the scorching flick from her tongue along the edge. My cock hardened its response. It would be so easy to lose myself in the past, and succumb to whatever desire demon spun this addicting story.

Are you so sure it’s a desire demon?

No…I could be driving myself insane. This Ellana is gone.

But she lives again as the Inquisitor.

Pulling away, I slid the heavy drapes to the side and invited the sunlight in. Behind me, Ellana hissed having not acclimated to the light. I stared at the stained glass windows with their halla and wolves prancing in their motif. The pleasant mix of bronze and blue greeted me in the collection of furniture in the room. This was my tower, and no traces of the Inquisition were imprinted on the new fortress, yet.

My heart ached at the raw wounds seeing the images brought back. Traveling through the Fade to relive memories normally granted me small pleasures, but I always avoided these specific areas. They were never shadows to me.

“Is everything al–” Ellana began.

The broad oak door to my room, slammed open and I heard the familiar clank of armour. My heart dropped into my stomach and I felt the colour leech from my skin.

I know this day…

“Fen’Harel?”

Claustrophobia set in as I felt my body turn toward the speaker of its own volition even as my mind screamed to stop. Don’t engage. Go back to bed. Be sick! I was detached, divided between knowing the outcome, and being forced to relive its raw horrors.

“General Aly’xin, I assume you have a good reason for intruding into my private chambers while I have company.” I felt my mouth open and throat loosen as the words were said, and I began the spiral toward events that I desperately regretted.

“I would never invade your privacy for anything less.” The General stopped at the top of the stairs and bowed at the waist.

My eyes scanned the dappled green and gold plate armour the Elvhen wore. It was shaped and delicately carved to resemble a lush rendition of the forest. A blue cloak draped over one shoulder and I caught the stylist begins of the embroidered wolf’s head that symbolized my army. Like all who served me, the General lacked the intricate vallaslin that signified slavery to their perspective god.

Lifting his head and pushed the copper braid behind his shoulders, Aly’xin glanced over at the soft shuffling of slippers that came up behind me. His cheeks flushed and he quickly looked away.

“Pardon me, Lady Ellana, I didn’t mean this…”

“It is quite alright, General. Fen’Harel keeps no secrets from me.”

I could only watch as the conversation between the figures of my past spiralled down its dark, inevitable end. My mouth was not my own, and I became a passenger in my body as it carried through the motions. Aly’xin told me about the army that marched toward Tarasyl’an Te’las with the marked faces of June and Sylaise on each soldier. My eyes fell on Ellana who stood next to me watching for my orders.

So much love reflected from that gaze and I watched her hands come to rest on a swollen belly. I covered her hand with mine, pressing my forehead against hers. Closing my eyes, I drank deeply of her lavender and citrus perfume, and her warm femininity before I drew away and laid her hand on top of the General’s glove.

“Go with Aly’xin, Vhenan.” No! Don’t let her go.

But these were shadows of the past so my warning fell on deaf ears. I watched as the General escorted her from my room. He turned and nodded his head before disappearing into the dawn. We both had mates who were heavy with child and I trusted that he would see Ellana to safety just as he would his own.

You should’ve kept her by your side, Solas.

I know…but at that moment–

I know.

Dressing in my own gold and emerald plate mail, I buckled the wolf pelt across one shoulder and pulled my hair up in a tight braid. Curling my fingers around my ebony staff, I descended the great stone steps to confront the army. All around Elvhen ran, clutching bundles, children and all manner of property as they prepared for evacuation.

Tarasyl’an Te’las was quickly emptying of its inhabitants leaving only the remnants of cooling breakfast and heavy luxuries that couldn’t be carried behind.

“Are you sure you won’t come with us, milord?” Aly’xin stopped at my side with a hand poised over his blade.

I sighed, my ears falling under the weight and sorrow wrapping around me. “This war will never end if I do not give them what they want, my friend.”

“Sacrificing yourself is not the answer, Solas.” The General grabbed my shoulder and jerked me to stare into his forest green eyes. “Would you let your child grow up without its father?”

My eyes narrowed and I ripped my arm from his grasp. “I will not let my child grow up in slavery to the Evanuris. Besides, I have a plan.”

“Solas?” Aly’xin called after my retreating form. “Fen’Harel!”

I turned my head enough so that he saw the raw energy blazing from my eyes. “I order you to get my people to freedom, General. Don’t disobey my will.”

I was too far to hear the man’s reply but no one reached out to grab me. Crossing into the courtyard, I saw saddles being placed on the halla and goods secured to ladened aravels. “Tuelanen ama na.” It was the only pray I could utter as I marched through the gates.

Watching as my body made its way to stand between the army and my people, I found I couldn’t look away. As if the action alone would dishonour the sacrifice as it unfolded. A practiced calm guided my fluid movements and a determined heart steeled my mind, quieting the silent screaming that took place even then.

I really had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but the Evanuris played their hand and I would play mine.

The army fanned out in front of me as scorching flames with each eye full of scorn and sorrow. Some soldiers looked on in regret and fear, but they knew and I knew, what their orders were. Above them astride majestic golden halla were the Evanuris in question. Upon seeing me, they held up their hands and called a halt to their infantry.

“Fen’Harel! You stand alone. Has your faithful abandoned you to the wolves?” June’s baritone voice, thick as honey, echoed over the battlefield filled with the sneer on his lips.

Pulling my shoulders back, I stared down the Elvhen who stood against me with my head held high. “I am the Dread Wolf, brother. I always walk alone.”

“We are here to make you stand down,” Sylaise spoke and I detected a sliver of remorse in her silk smooth voice.

A lilt that stung me as a hive of bees would.

“Did you give Mythal the same option?” Anger and frustration milked my tone. “Did you invade her sanctuary just to watch her death writhes?”

“We do not answer to you, Wolf!” June cried out, signalling to his men.

“Not yet…” I rushed headlong toward the army as they careened to meet me, “…but you will.”

The battle played out as brief as it was bloody. Elvhen fell at my sides, their blood slick and running down like droplets of fiery rain. I shed my form for the black wolf that brought fear into the hearts of men. With every soldier I cut down, I offered a prayer up to the Creators that they would find blessed peace, for the orders from an Evanuris are unbreakable whenever the vallaslin is worn.

Green grass became slick and red from the fresh corpses I dispatched. And still more replaced the fallen until the sun sat high and hot in the sky. I huffed and staggered feeling the weight of a hundred and growing deaths.

Too much…too long.

Pain shot through my side as an Elvhen spear found its mark in my flanks. I bellowed and wobbled, but still managed to keep my balance. Whipping my great, black head around, I snapped down on the Elvhen’s neck and was rewarded with a sickening crunch and squelch of warm blood that coated my muzzle.

Another embedded into my hips and I reared up just as one flew to my heart. Growling, I forgave the misguided creature, but I would go to the Creators without fear, knowing I did everything I could for the Elvhen people.

A shadow darted in the spear’s path just as the tip hit, and a raven haired Elvhen fell to the ground. My eyes widened and I felt the whole world change.

She fell and so did I.

My arms were Elvhen as I scooped her up, my breath hitched in my throat. “No…”

Ellana reached up to brush her fingers along my cheek, a smile touching her bloodied lips.

“Why?” I couldn’t understand. “I told you to go.”

She coughed up blood and I winced seeing the shaft of the spear protruding from her belly. I placed a hand just under it and she hissed out, but didn’t yank my palm away. Instead, she pushed something round and cold next to my body. I looked down to see my foci glowing faint as it touched me. My gaze jumped back up at her.

“I won’t…let you…walk the Din’an Shiral…without me…ma vhenan.” Ellana touched the tip of my ear. “Ar mala lasan revas.”

I watched the light flee her eyes, replaced by blind nothingness. My body shook as I felt the mana I supressed rise up to the surface. Holding her to my chest, I howled and released a wave of energy through the army. Soldiers fell, flattened by its force.

Still astride their halla, June and Sylaise exchanged looks of unease, but they still did not call off the army.

The blood from Ellana and our child mixed with my wounds and began to glow and swirled around me. Without mumbling a word, the orb floated upward. I felt the energy surging, swelling, ready to break me, but there was no pain. I was passed feeling pain. All I wanted was to live in peace with a family. I never asked to be a warrior, king or a god.

But the world never cared for what I wanted even when I retreated. The cries of the helpless always seemed to find me, to invade my seclusion.

“I didn’t want to…but you give me no choice.”

And I spoke the words that would change the course of Thedas. Blood swept and swirled up in the mana, weaving a web and seal that would never break.

. . .

Bolting upright, I clutched my pounding head. My body shook and felt as sticky as it was cold. Heaving lungfuls of air, I slowly looked around to see the familiar reliefs painted of the Inquisition’s progress. Only when my breath was steady did I settle against the headboard of my bed.

Fenedhis!

There wasn’t a tea strong enough to clear my mind after that. Why did I dream walk into my past, and that day especially?

“Are you alright, Solas?”

I jumped at the soft voice. The Inquisitor stood at the foot of my bed clutching the opening of her robe. Worry creased lines in her beautiful forehead and pressed a frown along her lush lips. My heart twisted at the memory and I tore my gaze to stare up at the ceiling. Dorian stared back down.

“You were making an awful racket.” The Tevinter also frowned despite the smarmy tone of his voice.

“Some of us need our beauty rest.” Came Vivienne’s sharp reply.

She leaned against the balcony with her arms crossed tight to her chest and that imperious glare.

Of course I cannot freak out alone…even here I have an audience.

“Go back to bed you two. I think he’s calmed down.” Ellana commanded with a tone that suggested she did not approve of either one of their comments.

Neither protested, choosing to leave the two of us alone.

Returning her gaze to me, Ellana gave me a shaky smile and sank down on the edge of my bed. Her hand found mine and she squeezed it with reassurance. “Whatever happened, you are safe, Solas.”

Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled Ellana beside me and held her tight in my arms. She squeaked but didn’t push against me. With her warm body pressed on mine, I relaxed and remembered to exhale.

“I apologize for the fright I must have given you, Inquisitor.” I said, running fingers absently through her hair.

It felt wonderful to have her by me as if she didn’t just die in my nightmare. My memories.

“You worried me, Solas. I’ve never seen you thrash about as you did, nor hear you scream like that. Was it a demon?”

“It might as well have been.” The words hissed from me and I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It is over now and I am recovering.”

Her hand fell on my chest and ran along the muscles beneath my robe. I shivered but didn’t move to stop her. The gesture was comforting and helped to ease the tension that built up in my body.

“Do you need to share what happened?” Ellana asked, plucking at the ties that kept my robe shut but didn’t work to loosen them.

I can’t.

“No. I’d rather not relive it, even in the telling.” She wouldn’t believe me even if I tried.

For a while, we said nothing and I allowed the darkness to cradle me as I held her. She still smelled of lavender and citrus, but with a tongue of wilderness on her skin that refused to leave even after bathing. Her touch was still soft with an edge of curiosity, much like her mind.

I wondered if I was fortunate or damned, sitting here with my reincarnated lover beside me, though she remembered nothing of our time spent together in Arlathan. When I discovered her in Clan Lavellan I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, tantalizing and dangerous. But I couldn’t resist. Even now, I just wanted to dive right back into the life that would’ve been. That's why I took her memories of our time in her clan. If she stayed with me, we would regret it. But...

My hand landed on her flat stomach and I rubbed it absently. Ellana jerked at the movement.

“Solas?”

I can't let you go even if it hurts. I abandoned the touching and pulled her against my chest. “Stay with me tonight?”

Her eyes widened in surprise and she blushed.

“I don’t mean have sex with me.” I blurted. “I mean just as a companion. I need you here by my side…for tonight.”

She didn’t frown, instead, her smile grew and there was a spark in her eyes. Resting her head against the crook of my shoulder, she pulled herself under the blankets, fully clothed.

“Of course, Solas. Ar lath ma vhenan.”

“Ar lath ma vhenan, Ellana.” I whispered into her hair and knew that we spoke the truth.

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Lathbora viran Ch. 13

Here is the next installment. It can also be found on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10213937/chapters/24891768

Curls of ink and emerald wrapped my spirit up in a calming shell. As I sat cross-legged at the edge of the Fade where my friend once lived, I focused on centering myself. All around the spirits and Fade beings glided by me without a passing glance, and I barely took notice of their movement. Opening my eyes I stared at the spot again and traced the spirals of energy dancing happily.

Ellana’s hand slides behind my neck and pulls my head toward her…and those kissable lips…

I shook my head to banish the memory. This was hardly the time to think of her when I was mourning a dear friend. The strand of energy pulsed a bright green, then blue as if making words to string into conversation. It was young and beat in an excited tempo as a new creature exploring its world.

“…felt the whole world change?”

“A figure of speech.”

“I’m aware of the metaphor. I’m more interested in felt.”

“You change…everything.”

“Sweet talker.”

I blinked my eyes rapidly, bringing the Fade back into my vision. Every pore, every single strand of hair on the back of my arms and neck, rose stiff and high. Even staring at the energy, I thought I saw it split into two shapes, forming two elves that danced around each other. My eyes followed the shapes interweaving around, between, inside each other, and my breath hitched.

Her palm, soft and calloused from years gripping her staff, ran along my cheek as fireflies blinked as stars in the meadow we sat in. At the edge of the forest, and Clan Lavellan, we drank in the other’s presence not caring that, at any moment, we could get caught by one of the clan’s hunters. Her eyes sparkled as sapphires in the firefly light.

“I may also need a favour.”

“You just have to ask.”

The Fade Haven swirled in a circle through my vision as I locked onto those perfect, full lips. Ellana was closing her eyes now, and leaning toward me.

“Alright. Let’s go get your friend.”

“Thank you!”

Ellana flew through the smoke and ash of mage fire and melee fighting. Every strike with her staff hit in a precise dance, meeting its careful mark on the demons hide. Overhead the sharp, green brilliance of the Breach blocked out the natural light from the moon. The putrid stench of the dead and dying smothered the air, and yet, my eyes wouldn’t leave the lithe form of the elven mage hell bent to close the large rift.

I stopped short, my jaw fell open slack and my eyes quivered at the sight of my friend chained and bound by bolts of lightning. Six spires made of stone tore as claws through the sky and, every few seconds, waves of electricity crackled up and down their lengths, and my friend would grunt in pain.

“Inquisitor! Please!”

Her arms wrapped around my neck and mine found her waist, pulling her in and allowing our lips to meet. Our jaws worked, tongues sucked greedy for just another taste. The blood in my veins sang, melting against her warm body.

Memories flooded one after another all working, out of order, toward an inevitable climax. In the beginning they were fresh and crisp, but they slowly melded into a series of deep emotions and vibrant colours until I was breathless at their revelation. When they ended, I relaxed back and noticed that the tiny energy also calmed.

A ghost of a smile flickered upon my lips and I stood up, giving a slight bow of my head toward the swirling energy. “Ma serannas, Lethallin. You are very right.”

It pulsed its reply and I allowed myself to wake up.

. . .

 Skyhold’s impressive gates opened without hesitation for me and, as I entered the fortress, I noticed Ellana descending down its stone steps. As if fate intervened. Her eyes fell upon me, and a smile lit her exquisite face. Her delicate calf muscles bunched, giving a spring to her step as she rushed to greet me.

“Inquisitor.” I greeted trying to put the thoughts and memories behind me.

“How are you, Solas?”

My heart skipped hearing the melody of her voice as she spoke.

“It hurts. It always does, but I will survive.” I could hear the cracking in my tone.

Her face fell, and sorrow laced her eyes as she stared at me. “Thank you for coming back.”

A tingling sensation sparked along my lip and fingertips thinking about what we’ve been through already. “You were a true friend. You did everything you could to help. I could hardly abandon you now.”

“Where did you go?” Ellana asked in a genuine tone.

“I found a quiet spot and went to sleep. I visited the place in the Fade where my friend used to be.” I relived a lifetime with you…us. “It’s empty, but there are stirrings of energy in the Void. Someday something new may grow there.”

Curiosity reflected from her eyes, but there was slight hesitation when she asked her next question. “What happens when a spirit dies?”

Our ethereal forms cease to exist in a sense… “It isn’t the same as for mortals. The energy of spirits returns to the Fade. If the idea giving the spirit form is strong, or if the memory has shaped other spirits, it may someday rise again."

“You’re saying your friend might come back?” There was a gentle hope in her tone that sought to calm my pain, and I appreciated her attempt.

“No, not really. A spirit’s natural state is peaceful semi-existence. It is rare to be able to reflect reality. Something similar may reform one day, but it might have a different personality. It would likely not remember me. It would not be the friend I knew.”

I watched as her fingers twitched at her side as if seeking to touch me. Part of me wished she did, but I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate given what happened. I didn’t trust that I could pull away if she did, and kissing in Skyhold’s courtyard wouldn’t be a wise idea. No doubt it would set tongues wagging and Varric to start another book, if he hadn’t done so about the Inquisition already.

“The next time you have to mourn, you don’t need to be alone.”

How I wish it was that easy, Lethallan…that I could abandon myself in your presence without consequence.

I lowered my head. “It’s been so long since I could trust someone.”

“I know.”

Lifting my head, I stared at her, a little taken aback by her agreeing with me so readily. “I’ll work on it. And thank you.”

“Inquisitor!”

We both looked across the courtyard to see Commander Cullen bounding over with some parchments in his hand. As she turned her full attention toward him, I ducked out of their way and toward the tavern. Perhaps another drink or maybe just the company of loud voices to distract my careless thoughts; I don’t know exactly what drove me to the bar or up the stairs.

“I am sorry your friend died, Solas.”

I stopped short seeing the young, blonde haired assassin sitting on the railing of the second floor in the tavern with his feet dangling off. His light blue eyes were clouded as they fell upon my form. Before I knew what I was doing, I had climbed the stairs to stand next to the boy. His sorrow was heavy.

“Thank you, Cole.” I said hearing the thread tone in my voice return.

It was as if hearing this spirit of compassion speak, created a raw cavern inside. Maybe because he reminded me of the friend I lost.

“I didn’t know there were spirits of wisdom.” Cole remarked, kicking his feet in the air and gazing at them as he did so.

Leaning forward I braced my forearms on the railing and watched the patrons laughing, singing off key with the bar, and otherwise engaged in their everyday lives. It felt good being a spectator to their revelry and the boy’s energy washed over me warm and inviting.

“There are few. Spirits form as a reflection of this world and its passions. We will never lack for the spirits of rage, or hunger, or desire. The world gives them plenty to mirror. The gentler spirits are far more rare. We can ill afford the loss of even one spirit of wisdom, or faith…or compassion.”

I directed the last to Cole specifically. Whether the boy knew his intrinsic value to this world was of great importance to myself. We couldn’t afford to lose him to this world.

Cole remained silent for a few heartbeats, and I barely picked up the steady rise and fall of his breathing. For a moment, his eyes glazed over staring at the candlelight radiating from the chandelier. Maybe he didn’t think much of his vital part in the fabric of this world, or maybe he just didn’t feel worthy of it. The deep seated sorrow from him made me think that something really did try to destroy him long ago.

“I will try not to die.” He spoke in a soft voice, almost a whisper, and it created a smile on my face.

“Do that, please.” I answered with sincerity.

He gave me and faint smile before fading and leaving me alone with my dark thoughts.

You can’t afford to be alone, Solas…

I know.

But the more I stood there, watching the bustle of people down below, the more I felt claustrophobic. Many of the rowdy were mages, human mages, and I gritted my teeth remembering the cowering mages who destroyed my friend. Mana bled to the surface of my fingertips and I itched to lash out at the mages. Any mage could do what those humans did to another spirit or even Cole. Vivienne already expressed her hatred for the boy’s presence. She didn’t understand.

None of them did.

I forced myself from where I stood and took the steps down two are a time until they led me to the barkeep. Ordering a few bottles of the strongest the dwarf had brewed that night, I retreated back to my room.

The familiar scent of paint, copper and earth wafted up in a welcomed greeting and, sighing, I relaxed into my high-backed chair. Uncorking the first bottle, I worked to rid myself of all my nightmares.

 . . .

 “Bright and brilliant, he wanders the ways, walking unwaking, searching for wisdom…”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and shot an annoyed glance at the blonde assassin who entered my room with his arms crossed.

“I do not need you to do that, Cole.”

Don’t root through my mind, please!

Cole looked up and cocked his head at an angle toward me. “Your friend wanted you to be happy, even though she knew you wouldn’t be.”

Setting down the second half-empty bottle, I sighed, knowing that the spirit boy just wanted to help and didn’t think he was causing any harm. “Could you…if you would remember her, could you do it as I would?”

Not my thoughts…do not voice my feelings!

The tone in Cole’s voice dropped as he recited the next words as a person might a play. “He comes to me as though the Fade were just another wooded path to walk without a care in search of wisdom.”

I closed my eyes relishing in the imagery the boy’s soft tone yielded.

“We share the ancient mysteries, the feelings lost, forgotten dreams, unseen for ages, now beheld in wonder. In his own way, he knew wisdom, as no man or spirit had before.”

As his voice faded, I slowly opened my eyes, catching the Inquisitor leaning against the doorway, watching the both of us.

“Thank you.” I said as much to Cole as I did to Ellana.

“That was lovely, Cole.”

The young man turned and nodded toward the raven-haired elf, then to me, before he swept out of my room without a word. I stood up and walked out from behind my desk just as Ellana stepped into the rotunda’s center.

“Inquisitor. I was…” Just thinking about you… “Do you have a moment?”

She raised a curious brow and her nose scrunched in that cute way that stole my breath from my lungs. “Of course.”

Gesturing, I led her up to the tower where her bedroom resided, once it was my room, but that was many lifetimes ago. My eyes swept over the plush green and red carpet over a polished wooden flooring. The old stained glass of halla and wolves in the window panes were replaced with the steady rise of forest and herd animals that symbolized the modern day Dalish. Though similar, there were still distinct differences but it lightened my heart that the Inquisitor still honoured her clan.

A stylish white leather sofa pressed up against the wooden railing opposite of the intricately carved desk piled high with requisition forms and tomes, next to the fireplace, now smoldering with the cooling remnants of a fire. Then my eyes fell on the gold and scarlet bed, large enough for two, possibly three inhabitants to lay down with curtains gathered on the bedposts ready to be freed for needed privacy. I blushed as my thoughts began working away from the chaste questions I intended.

Immediately I broke for the marble balcony where there was fresh air and not as much blatant temptation. I heard the whisper of footsteps as the Inquisitor followed me.

“What were you like before the Anchor?” I asked, turning to address her.

Though I knew the answer from my own experiences, I needed to hear how she thought of herself. Before I left Clan Levallan, I burned my residual from her mind, because I couldn’t bare lying to her. Even now, I felt the press of the danger Ellana threatened to bring if I pursued this, but I wasn’t sure if I could bring myself to make her forget…again.

At my question, Ellana looked at the palm which held the Anchor. Such intensity and fear rivalled for dominance in her eyes, but she glanced back up at me before either motion won.

“Has it affected you? Changed you in any way? Your mind, your morals, you…spirit?” Your feelings toward me?

I let that thought go unvoiced.

A gentle smile tugged up her lips. “If it had, do you really think I’d have noticed?”

Has it corrupted you…?

“No. That’s an excellent point.” I found myself admitting.

Her eyes sparkled, “Why do you ask?”

Because it’s my orb. I’m Fen’Harel. The Dread Wolf. Because I’m the reason behind the Breach, and Corypheus’ rise to power and –

“You show a wisdom I have not seen since…” My friend, General Aly’xin, led the Elvhen out of this place when I brought down the Veil. Since myself and the Evanuris won the war against – “Since my deepest journeys into the ancient memories of the Fade.”

I kept my eyes to the ground for fear she might see the truth I eluded for a fraction of a second before lifting my gaze to search hers. “You are not what I expected.”

But everything I find myself needing.

Ellana chuckled and tilted her head. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“It’s not disappointing, it’s…” I sighed. I didn’t want to upset her, but I was never good and voicing my raw feeling. “Most people are predictable. You have shown subtlety in your actions, a wisdom that goes against everything I expected. If the Dalish could raise someone with a spirit like yours…have I misjudged them?”

For a moment, Ellana held her tongue and I knew she tried to think of what answer to give. Then that smile returned. “I don’t hold the Dalish up as perfect, but we have something worth honouring. A memory of the ancient ways.”

“Perhaps that is it.” I nodded in agreement. “I suppose it must be. Most people act with so little understanding of the world. But not you.”

“So what does this mean, Solas?”

Heat rushed up to colour my cheeks as I voiced the answer internally as immediately as I did aloud. “It means I have not forgotten the kiss.”

Ellana took steps to close the distance between us and I noticed the pink painting along her cheeks too. “Good.”

As she neared, she clasped her hands behind her back and leaned into me. I could feel the heat rising from her breasts and the smell of perfume and femininity hit hard enough to stiffen my cock. I sucked in a deep breath and shook my head. I couldn’t breathe.

This isn’t right.

I turned to leave. I said my peace to her, didn’t I? If I stayed much longer –

Pressure clamped down on my elbow and she stopped me from leaving.

“Don’t go.”

That silky voice wracked my body with delicious shivers that practically paralyzed me. I shook my head, trying to figure out the right course of action. Here this woman begged for my attention, and she was so different from the others before.

“It would be kinder in the long run.” Just as I was able to do so when I left her clan. But… “But losing you would…”

Our lip met and I snaked my arms about her waist, crushing her body to mine. She stiffened for a second before melting into me, her hands grazing my hips. I thrust my erection against the inside of her hip, growling at the agonizing friction it gave. A deep moan erupted from the hollow of her throat and she parted her teeth to allow my tongue inside.

The kiss brought back all the blissful nights we stole away from her clan for just the two of us. Lovers getting to know one another. Except now, Ellana knew my name, and I hadn’t lied to her.

Ellana gasped and trailed her fingertips down my broad shoulders, then my back, and I felt as if the heat from her skin would burn wounds into me. She tasted of honeyed-tea and so much better in reality than traveling in the Fade.

As she found my leather belt, Ellana pulled the tunic through and traced along the skin she revealed. I gasped, my hips jerking into her clothed thigh. I felt the metal buckle click and my belt loosened. My growl grew long and low and I laced my fingers into her dark curls, pulled her hair free from the bun she regularly kept it in. Silken tresses tumbled down over my fingers and I wrapped the strands in my hand. With the hair free, a bloom of perfumed soap found its way to my flared nostrils. I moaned.

If you continue Solas, you two won’t part til dawn.

Wolf’s cold voice shocked me like a bucket of ice water emptied on my back. My spine went as rigid as my cock and I broke the kiss. Ellana’s eyes opened up and I stared at her lips, swollen and glistening from our kiss. I wanted to stay. To make love to her.

But…I wasn’t ready.

“Ar lath ma, Vhenan.” I whispered instead, and tore from her grasp before she could pull in for more.

Fenedhis! Fenedhis! Fenedhis lasa!

Right now wasn’t the best of times. I needed air. I needed to think!

My eyes settled back on her bed and my cock twitched in protest. Biting my tongue, I hastened my speed to get the hell out of there.

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Lathbora viran Ch 12

Here is the next instalment. It can be found at AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/10213937/chapters/24700230

Ink and decay swirled around me as I invaded the Fade with a determined spring in my step.

No! Don’t touch me!

It was the voice that propelled me forward, and surrounded me within the clouds of mist. Traveling deeper from the world of the living, the voice split off into multiple sounds. All of them beckoned to me, because I knew who they belonged to. If sweat existed in the Fade, my skin would be dripping, but my eyes quivered and my jaw fell slack.

Something was very wrong.

No! Leave me alone!

Hold on…I’m coming to find you!

My hands raked over the spirits and wisps that tried to bar my way, despite it not being their intent. All previous thoughts of the gorgeous Inquisitor fled my mind once I found sleep, replaced with the desperate cries of a friend I knew for far longer. They were fainter now as I neared the place where my friend dwelled.

Upon reaching the spot, I ground to a halt, my fears now realized. The space in the Fade was no longer occupied. Only the dead whispers of their essence circled me now, carrying with a stranger energy, more invasive and electric than the calming presence of the Fade. Falling to my knees, I cradled my head wanting to silence the painful echoes of my friend. The remains of a magical struggle soured the air and I snarled smelling acrid sulphur. There was only one creature capable of performing such a despicable act and force a spirit from their home in the Fade.

However, their purpose was unknown to me.

Hours passed as I sat anchored to the spot in the Fade casting spells of calling to track down wherever my friend was taken. Meditation helped clear my mind long enough to form the small strands of a plan until the draught wore off.

. . .

I sank into the plush, high-backed chair at my desk and nursed the cup of herbal tea in my hands. Curls of steam ribboned upward in a dance meant to draw my attention, but nothing to calm the anxiety. Releasing a long sigh, I took a sip of the minty concoction.

My stomach pitched without a knot of warning causing me to wince, and shake my head. The action alone worked to keep from throwing my breakfast up and onto the desk. Sneering, I set the cup down and hissed into my hand. Whoever thought tea was a good idea to relax one’s mind clearly had no discernible palate for taste.

“Something wrong with your tea?” Ellana asked as she walked in. I’m sure she meant it as a joke, but I couldn’t bring myself to smile. Even for her.

“It is tea,” I glanced up at her, feeling too drained to exhibit much in the way of emotions. “I detest the stuff. But this morning, I need to shake the dreams from my mind. I may also need a favour.”

If anyone can understand…please be the one…

A soft smile pulled up Ellana’s features as she looked down at me. “You just have to ask.”

Rising from my chair, I turn to face her. “One of my oldest friend has been captured by mages. Forced into slavery. I heard the cry for help as I slept.”

Flashes of my last visit into the Fade surfaced and for a moment, I felt as if I returned there. It was Ellana’s soft tones that brought me to the present.

“I’d be happy to help.” Concern clouded her gaze and determination. I loved the intensity of her emotions. “What did these mages use to capture your friend? Blood magic?”

“A summoning circle, I would imagine.” I felt my throat loose a sigh along with the answer. There was a chance that Ellana would still back out now that she knew I asked to rescue no human or elf.

“I’m sorry?” She asked immediately.

Here is the live or die moment, so to speak.

Taking a deep breath – remembering her prior curiosity about the spirits – I opened my mouth, “My friend is a spirit of Wisdom. Unlike the spirits clamouring to enter our world through the rifts, it was dwelling quite happily in the Fade. It was summoned against its will, and wants my help to gain its freedom and return to the Fade.”

Her gaze darkened and though I worked hard to not display a break in the mask I wore, each passing beat of my heart that she didn’t speak was closer to agony.

“I thought spirits wanted to find their way into this world?”

A smile broke through my mask. Her curiosity, again. By the Creators but I do so love that of her.

“Some do, certainly.” I answered hearing just a hint of desperation in my tone. Small curls of nausea threatened their way up my stomach. “Just as many Orlesian peasants wish they could journey to exotic Rivain. But not everyone wants to go to Rivain. My friend is an explorer seeking lost wisdom and reflecting it. It would happily discuss philosophy with you. It had no wish to come here physically.”

My heart almost punched a hole in my chest. I wanted this woman who I was growing to love to understand the nature of my friend, and the seriousness of what had transpired. She once told me that she believed spirits were people too despite most not owning a physical body. Would she turn me away now?

“Do you have any idea what the mages want with your friend?”

Another question! This was as maddening as it was delightful. She hadn’t said no, and yet…No! I must believe in her.

“No.” I replied firmly. “It knows a great deal of lore and history, but a mage could learn that simply by speaking to it in the Fade. It is possible that they seek information it does not wish to give and intend to torture it.”

“Alright.” Ellana said after a minute to let everything I said sink in. “Let’s go get your friend.”

Creators but I love this woman! I felt the muscles in my leg spring forward to grab her into a hug, layer her with kisses…anything to show her my gratitude. But only my mind’s eyes replayed such a scenario. I stood rooted to my spot standing before her, but I allowed emotions of relief to show.

My eyebrows rose, smoothing over the lines of anxiety that were built up from many exhausting lifetimes, and my lips twitched in a small smile. “Thank you! I got a sense of my friend’s location before I awoke. I’ll mark it on our map.”

 . . .

 The golden fields of the Exalted Plains spread vast and welcoming under a cloudless sky. Cicadas and crickets buzzed happy to be free hiding within the blades of tall grasses. Wildflowers perfumed the area as it was just the beginning of pollenating season. Were nothing else weighing on my mind, this would’ve been the perfect place to get lost in Ellana’s midnight hair and sapphire eyes. But like a wolf, my focus was zoomed and my destination set.

Intense Fade energy engulfed the area, growing even more powerful the closer we got to the rocks and ocean. My nostrils flared seeing the hulking shape chained to the ground with lightning and pain. I snarled and set off toward my friend, not wanting to go too close but fighting the will to thrust a dagger to end the pain that ricocheted throughout my mind.

My friend was crying.

I stopped short, eyes never leaving the twisted, monstrous shape even as the crunching of grass told me the Inquisitor joined my side. “My friend.”

Spikes rent through the sky, rising proudly along the hulking creature, more beast than spirit now. It knelt. It wept. The agony exuding from it tore at my being. Screams and pleas bombarded me, begging for forgiveness and wishing for death.

Mana surface, tingling electric currents along the exterior of my skin, but this time I ignored the eroticism it brought and the pull toward the Inquisitor’s Anchor.

Where the fuck are those mages! I’ll see them burn in the Black City for this!

“The mages turned your friend into a demon.” Ellana’s words washed over me in a balm meant for soothing, and it might have, if the anger wasn’t so hot within.

Turning my attention to my gloves, I pulled them straight, imagining it were the mages I pulled and wrung along my wrists. “Yes.”

“You said it was a spirit of Wisdom, not a fighter.” Her voice remained soft, not accusing at all.

She’s a mage, Solas… she should pay as well.

Shut the fuck up…Dread Wolf!

But–

ENOUGH! I will not allow you to blame Ellana for this! Those bloody mages will pay!

Snapping up my eyes, I glared daggers at her, but it was the only anger I would dare let cross her shadow. “A spirit becomes a demon when denied its original purpose.”

Like you… like me…

I ignored the Wolf’s egging. Fen’Harel wouldn’t be happy until everyone lay broken at my feet. I wasn’t that person…anymore.

Ellana tore her gaze from me, back toward my friend. My gaze followed hers and I winced at the sight of torture. “So they summoned it for something so opposed to its own nature that it was corrupted. Fighting?”

The sound of a slipper scuffing the rocks drew our attention to a stocky man with cropped dark hair and mage robes, walking toward us. His posture was that of a person exhausted from a drawn out fight. When he laid eyes on us, the relief reflected within was damn near palpable. He walked tentatively toward us as if not sure if we were real or an illusion.

“Let us ask them.” I spat the words as venom and clenched both fists at my side.

Shards of electricity popped along each knuckle under my leather gloves and I bit down hard on my tongue to keep from immediately attacking the fool who sought us out. Stupid human! You know nothing…are nothing to me!

“A mage!” The human called out. Even his tone ground at my patience. “You aren’t with the bandits? Do you have any lyrium potions? Most of us are exhausted. We’ve been fighting that demon…”

The dam inside broke and I shook visibly with rage. “You summoned that demon! Except it was a spirit of Wisdom at the time. You made it kill. You twisted it against its purpose.”

The mage sighed and hung his head, but I felt no sympathy. This was personal. Ignorant child knew nothing about the plight of spirits!

He shifted from side to side with a nervous and sorrowful look across his facial features, but he seemed more concerned for himself than the creature he hurt. “I…I…I understand how it might be confusing to someone who has not studied demons, but after you help us, I can…”

Bastard! Fucking bastard! The Wolf grew inside me, seething for vengeance that I was seconds away from giving. Only the presence of the Inquisitor kept me from leaping and tearing the throat clean from the mage, and forcing his companions whose faces I saw off in the distance, to eat it.

“We’re not here to help you.” I could no longer contain a calm demeanour. Who stood beside the Inquisitor was no longer Solas but Fen’Harel and this creature deserved everything I was going to deliver.

Turning my head, I gave Ellana a pleading look. She needed to stop me from myself. All it took was one glance into my eyes and the Inquisitor turned to address the mage, her voice friendlier than mine but showing no sympathy for the human.

“Word of advice? I’d hold off on explaining how demons work to my friend here.”

Crossing my arms over my chest kept me from summoning up my magic, and rip into this mage. I narrowed my gaze and tried to focus on the hot electricity burning across the bits of metal embedded in my armoured robes. Thankfully, with the staff still strapped to my back, I couldn’t bash him repeatedly into the ground where he stood. My eyes trailed off to where my friend moaned and whimpered.

“Listen to me!” The mage pleaded, turning to reason with the Inquisitor as I made it pretty clear, I would not heed his words. “I was one of the foremost experts in the Kirkwall Circle–”

“Shut. Up.” The words clipped like acid pooling in my mouth. My hands fell to my sides and I shifted my weight readying the mana to pulsate through the mage’s heart and let him feel the torture my friend felt…as did I. “You summoned it to protect you from the bandits.

The mage raised his head, a pitiful look in his eyes. “I–Yes.”

“You bound it to obedience. Then commanded it to kill. That is when it turned.” I snarled.

Solas…control yourself…

Fenedhis lasa! You told me to kill him! You want me to unleash my powers! You–

Not at the expense of your nature, Solas!

Anger flared up with the very presence of this sickening creature fanning the flames. But, the Wolf was right. If I lost control now…

“The summoning circle.” I stared solely at Ellana and allowed her sweet face to anchor me back to this world. “We break it, we break the binding. No orders to kill, no conflict with its nature, no demon.”

“What?” The mage gasped, clasping his hands in front of him. “The binding is the only thing keeping the demon from killing us! Whatever it was before, it is a monster now!”

No! We are not monster!

Desperations laced the rage. If Ellana refused to help, I would kill the mage and any who got between my friend and me. Keeping it in the binding was no mercy. And this mage would see no reason! There was only one person who could.

“Inquisitor. Please!”

And her attention was completely on me. Her beautiful face calm even though I saw the storm swirling inside those tempestuous eyes. She spoke in such a gently tone, drawing me from the abyss of my hatred.

“I’ve studied rituals like this. I should be able to disrupt the binding quickly.”

I let loose a laborious sigh and nodded. “Thank you.”

Pain quickly pulled me toward my friend and I watched as it stood up and roared, spreading its claws for another terrible dance. Lightning laced between its sinewy fingers and scissoring talons, and a wave of hunger twisted a gnarled root in my gut. I grimaced knowing what I felt was only the cast offs of the spirit’s immediate pain. Time was growing short.

“We must hurry!” I shouted as I sprinted toward the first white spire that formed the summoning circle.

Mana leapt to my fingertips and I tore my staff from its bindings across my back. Twirling it in the air, I released all the rage held pent up from the confrontation with the mage, into their damned summoning circle. I was rewarded with a crisp clap of thunder from the sky as a bolt of lightning cracked onto the spire’s tip.

Beside me, a shadow flew through the air just as it did that first night encountering the Breach, and Ellana joined me in breaking down the spires. An old incantation whispered from her lips, weakening the summoning circle’s power and releasing my friend.

Twisted as it was, the demon no longer recognized who I was, and it leapt to where we stood with every intent to kill.

Hold on a little longer…we will free you.

One by one the spires fell from the savage persistence of our attacks. The mages were nowhere in sight, which at that moment, was for the best. I still didn’t know how I was going to handle them once their circle was lifted. Maybe once my friend was free, my anger would fade with it. Maybe…

As the last of the summoning spires crumbled away, the demon howled and dropped into the water. I waited with my breath seized inside my lungs. I felt like I teetered on the edge of a cliff where one side was despair and the other, happiness. The shape of the demon melted away to show a spirit who appeared very much like a human woman.

I knelt down to her and waved the Fade reflect from her eyes. Still she cried.

“Lethallin. Ir abelas.” Seeing the painful scars imprinted in her mind made my heart ache.

“Tel’abelas. Enasal. Ir Tel’him.” She bowed and shook her head, and I saw the raw spirit bared before me. “Ma melava halani. Mala sueldin nadas. Ma ghilana mir din’an.”

Closing my eyes, I tore my gaze away. We were too late to save her. Sitting in the water, the spirit shook as a fragile child. Fear and torment at being out of the Fade, forced to kill for cruel masters that never listened to her sobs. She knew I would listen, and so she begged me to end it.

Most people could never understand, because of the hardness in their hearts, that spirits do die. Though spirits rarely drew away from the purpose that forged them – many didn’t crave to feel physical touch or know intimacy – that didn’t excuse them from feeling.

My heart cracked another fragment, and with so filled with such a plethora of scars, it was a wonder that it didn’t break in half. I sighed so deep, the shudders wracked my shoulders and I wanted to cry. Begged myself to let loose those tears. But millennia of training dictated that I wait until I was alone. The sorrow, however, raw surfaced in my eyes as I glanced back up at my friend.

“Ma nuvenin.”

Calling forth the mana I knew so well, I swept my hands toward me and killed the spirit. Her essence tangled between me and the Fade before dispersing into the wind with a hint of a smile on her lips. I crouched there lost in the space of the ocean where my friend no longer sat. Dread settled like a suffocating blanket over my heart and dulled my mind.

“Dareth shiral.” I said, turning my head slightly toward where Ellana stood behind me.

“I heard what it said. It was right. You did help it.”

The sorrow and warmth of her voice wrapped itself around me, holding me tight and I felt the anger lessen a little.

“Now I must endure.” I whispered, my voice quavering under the pain, as I took to my feet.

“Let me know if I can help.” She offered.

Hold me…kiss me…don’t leave me to die alone…

Instead, I faced her and closed the distance between us with a sad smile on my lips. “You already have.”

Footsteps crunched the grass beside me, plucking at my heartstrings. We were not finished yet. My friend could not be laid to rest.

“All that remains now is them.” Steel shaped the expression of my mask and I felt my throat tighten, my hackles raise, like a cornered animal with nothing left to lose. Of course the damned mage that led his other two friends approached me. As if making me see reason would save them.

“Thank you. We would not have risked a summoning, but the roads are too dangerous to travel unprotected.”

His words mocked me, falling on deaf ears. The Wolf wriggled wanting their flesh as much as I did. I did not fight the urge.

Careful, Solas… Was all he said to me.

“You tortured and killed my friend.” Taking confident steps, I backed them against the rocks. Malice laced my mind like a white, hot poison.

Their leader shook his head, and I smell fear rancid on his sweat-drenched flesh. He didn’t reach for his staff and struggled with words he hoped would calm my frenzied state of mind. Only one person could stop me from my path, and I prayed she wouldn’t.

“We didn’t know it was just a spirit! The book said it could help us!”

The three mages cowered before me and even begged to Ellana to call me off. She said nothing and so I unleashed the flames that pulled at my palms. Fire seared flesh, soaking into their bodies and crushed their hearts. Watching without pity, I savoured the terror that glazed over into death. Yet, I didn’t relish in my victory as the bodies of the mages crumpled at my feet, instead I felt hollow inside.

“Damn them all.” I spat on the ground letting the darkness consume me. I knew what had to come next if I was to be of any help to the Inquisitor. “I need some time alone. I will meet you back at Skyhold.”

Without another word or glance back, I walked in the opposite direction. Ellana couldn’t see me like this…I didn’t want her to see the monster inside.

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Lathbora viran Ch. 11

So Friday's here again and surprisingly, even with a very busy schedule, I've managed to post another chapter of Lathbora so please enjoy. AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10213937/chapters/24368682

 The morning passed in a blur of colours and voices. The electricity of Ellana’s lips still buzzed along mine, and with every intake from my lungs brought a new blossom of her aroma. When she walked down from the Inquisitor’s Tower, my eyes followed her, and didn’t leave as she sat at the head of the table. Her gaze automatically found mine, and I looked away.

“So… how was last night, eh?”

I shot a glare at the Tevinter mage, only to have Dorian burst out laughing.

“Come now, Solas, you didn’t think you both leaving so abruptly during dinner would go unnoticed did you?” Dorian clapped me on the back and nudged his other elbow into Varric sitting on his other side.

I stood then, picking up the tome I was reading, my plate and my half-full mug. “I do not think it is any of your business, Dorian.”

My gaze flickered back to the Inquisitor, feeling heat rush through my veins creating a hotter fire than any magic could, and I ducked my head to break our eye contact. Dorian just laughed harder with Varric and Sera joining in. I shook my head knowing how ridiculously scarlet my face, and ears looked without brown hair to hide it, and retreated back to my sanctum to finish breakfast without prying eyes and unwanted questions.

 . . .

 No one intruded on me as I sat in silence at my desk, but Ellana’s presence still lingered from the day before. If I closed my eyes long enough I could see her small fingers glide along the dry sketches outlining the future murals on the rotunda’s walls; that pink smile on full lips bruised from our heavy kissing; mischievous blue eyes – like gems of sapphire – sparkling as she caught the meaning of my words. I relaxed into my high-backed chair soaking in the blissful memories and emotions she arose in me.

It was the soft, thud of leather soles – barely audible thanks to years of agile training – that broke my daydreaming. Before I even turned, I caught the scent of honeyed-tea and cedar warming the cockles of my heart instantly. When I turned, Ellana stood feet from me with her gaze down and wringing her hands in front.

“Sleep well?” I took to my feet and a few steps back. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my nostrils flare. She was so beautiful, even outside of the Fade.

Kiss her!

No! I hissed back at the Wolf. His mating lust nearly drove sane thoughts from me, and my body trembled.

Ellana didn’t appear to notice, and instead, closed the distance between us with a sultry sway of her hips. “When I asked to talk to you, I didn’t think we’d be doing it in the Fade.” A sly smile drew up her lips. “Or, for that matter, doing it in the Fade.”

A nervous chuckle fled from me, letting loose the twisting knots growing in my stomach. I wish we had…no, no! We can’t lose ourselves to our desires. I can’t…

I forced my hands down to my sides acknowledging the twitch in my fingers to reach out and kiss her breathless. “I apologize. The kiss was impulsive and ill considered, and I should not have encouraged it.”

Please listen to reason, Ellana, you would have no life with me!

Why do you deny yourself, Solas, as if you are not a man who deserves happiness?

This time I ignored the Dread Wolf. He didn’t understand, and that part of me never would.

Ellana laughed, a musical tone, and shook her head. “You say that, but you’re the one who started with tongue.”

Of course she remembers!

“I did not such thing!” I replied too quickly.

Her face lit up and I kicked myself again. “Oh, does it not count if it’s only Fade-Tongue?”

A fierce blush licked up my face as unquenchable flames at her playful inquiry. My body growled with a desperate need to prove to her what Fade-anything really was.

I’m walking a dangerous line.

But I liked it, and loved her. I couldn’t bring myself to voice such poisonous words. They would shatter my control and I would belong to her. Honestly, part of me already did. I sighed and ran a hand along my head.

“It has been a long time, and things have always been easier for me in the Fade.” I felt as if I stood on a precipice of unknown origins and outcomes. I wanted to end this, but needed to devour the experience. If we walked together hand in hand, I would destroy everything I loved about my Ellana.

Take that chance, Solas!

Leave me, Wolf! This is my heart!

“I am not certain this is the best idea. It could lead to trouble.” I hedged between what my mind said and my heart cried for. In that moment, I don’t think I could end this blossoming relationship…again.

“I’m willing to take that chance, if you are.” Ellana took another step putting us close enough that her extra heat washed over me and I stifled a groan.

“I…may be, yes. If I could take a little time to think. There are…considerations.” Say yes! By Creators!!

“Take all the time you need.” Ellana purred, her eyes raked over my body like hot coals.

“Thank you.” I choked.

A large smile – the widest I’ve ever seen her make, crinkled up her nose. Her eyes clouded and I got the feeling she considered grabbing me up into another kiss. A real one, this time. I felt myself mentally lean into it, so palpable was my desire for her, but she turned and walked up the staircase to the library. With her gone, I inhaled the fleeting remnants of her intoxicating perfume.

You are an idiot…

Shaking my head, I picked up my towel and headed to the underground hot springs for a much needed bath, and to think.

 . . .

 Though winter was fully on the land, the sun still gave off a small amount of warmth. Walking down the stone steps, I was ambushed by both Cassandra and Vivienne. Determination and hard frowns lined their faces, and their eyes locked onto mine. Stopping feet from the two ladies, I clasped my hands behind my back.

Vivienne’s critical eyes travelled the length of my body, and her lip curled upward. I knew what she thought. Her kind were obvious. A painstakingly plucked eyebrow arched high and her nose wrinkled, all of this in disgust. I was beneath her in every way despite being a mage. Relaxing my shoulders, I allowed an amused smile on my own lips.

“You will need to do something about your clothing, Solas.” Vivienne said, her voice soft and dripping with condemnation.

“Perhaps you and Dorian can work on that.” I replied, delighted to see her delicate features pinch together, sour and livid. It was possible that I was the more tolerable creature to her than the Tevinter, but then again, elves were everywhere in Ferelden, unlike Tevinters.

Cassandra scowled and grunted. “Mages! So much obsession with clothing…how can you even fight over such frivolities.”

“That is an excellent question, Seeker. Perhaps-”

“What is that doing here?” Vivienne remarked jabbing a finger to something behind me.

Turning, I noticed the spirit named Cole. The Fade surrounding him lashed out to coil about the Fade around my being. I smile enjoying the closeness of a creature so similar to myself. The young man was sitting cross-legged next to the stone staircase leading up to the fortress, and pawing at the dirt. He didn’t seem to notice the three of us standing, or if he did, he didn’t care to address us.

“Can’t you see, Madame Vivienne? Or does your pedestal keep you from seeing past your nose? Cole is minding his business as should you in both our cases.” I laughed enjoying the venom my words brought to her. She wasn’t as good at the Game as she thought she was, despite keeping her tone and demeanour collected; I noticed her subtle differences.

“I can see what he’s doing just fine, Solas!” She kept her voice low as she addressed me then lifted the tone so Cassandra could hear as well. “This thing is not a stray puppy you can make into a pet. It has no business being here.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ellana stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and cocked her head at our conversation. I focused my thoughts and words toward Vivienne, if only to keep myself from being distracted by the Inquisitor.

“Wouldn’t you say the same of an Apostate?” I pointed out.

Vivienne just gave me a cool, imperious look, while Cassandra turned to address Ellana.

“Inquisitor, I wondered if Cole was perhaps a Mage, given his unusual abilities.”

I decided to jump in. “He can cause people to forget him, or even fail entirely to notice him.” I wanted Ellana to know the truth and understand, before Vivienne influenced the Inquisitor’s mind. “These are not the abilities of a Mage. It seems that Cole is a spirit.”

My body tingled at telling her this. I wanted her to understand, and accept, if only to ease my own apprehensions. Not of Cole, but of the entire Inquisition. If, as I had heard from the others was correct, that Ellana stated the Inquisition was for everyone; I needed to hear for myself that even a creature as unique as Cole was welcomed into this organization.

Vivienne wrapped her arms over her chest and spoke with cold finality. “It is a demon.”

The Dread Wolf growled, and my head began to pound dully.

“If you prefer, although the truth is somewhat more complex.” And neither your heart nor your mind is open enough to accept or entertain such a discussion. Around this woman I would make sure to spoon feed her only the lies a child such as herself would understand – lies that would put her nightmares to a naïve ease.

“Cole warned us about Corypheus at Haven. He saved a lot of lives.”

I turned at that sweet tone and grey eyes met blue. Her compassion warmed me against Vivienne’s ice.

Beside me, Vivienne lashed out bitter at her lack of sway upon the Inquisitor. “And what will its help cost? How many lives will this demon later claim?”

Foolish child…some never learn. I decided, instead, to continue to bring Ellana firmly to my side in regards to Cole. “In fact, his nature is not so easily defined.”

It was Cassandra who stepped in. “Speak plainly, Solas. What are we dealing with?”

Though Cassandra didn’t like Cole either, I could sense a calm aura about her. She wanted to understand before shunning him completely. “Demons normally enter this world by possessing something. In their true form, they look bizarre, monstrous.”

And you never forget what a demon looks like for the rest of your lifetime.

“But you claim Cole looks like a young man. Is it possession?” Cassandra asked with natural curiosity behind a callous gaze.

Hers was also a nature I found pleasing, which was probably why I enjoyed our teasing session. This time was no different.

“No. He has possessed nothing and no one, and yet he appears human in all respects.” The person I needed to convince most though, was the Inquisitor herself.

I took a few steps toward Ellana, trying to keep my heart from bursting out of my chest long enough to speak in a calm rationale. “Cole is unique, Inquisitor. More than that, he wishes to help. I suggest you allow him to do so.”

Please Ellana…you accepted me. Could I call this the first test in our relationship? Possibly not, since I had yet to give her my answer.

Ellana pursed her lips in a thoughtful expression. “In my studies, demons either possessed something from this world or were summoned and bound. They almost never look like something you’d mistake for a person.”

That’s because your eyes trick you, and either spirit or demon in human form, would be wise enough not to admit what they are in a place full of templars.

“Normally, you would be correct. But Cole has wilfully manifested in human form without possessing anyone.”

She nodded at my statement before continuing. “The demons who came through the Breach, or through the rifts, weren’t possessing anyone.”

I felt my body grow cold and Fen’Harel’s hackles raised at the thought of what Corypheus had done. I think my tone reflected the icy feelings though I couldn’t be too sure. “Those demons were drawn through against their will, driven mad by this world. But Cole predates the Breach. From what we can tell, he has lived here for months, perhaps years.”

Just one more push, I can see her opened mind expanding.

“He looks like a young man. For all intents and purposes, he is a young man. It is remarkable.”

Ellana’s gaze softened and she shifted her weight. “I should hear what Cole has to say for himself. Where is he now?”

“If none of us remember him, he could be anywhere…” Cassandra shifted her eyes with great unease as if she expected the young man to jump out like a viper and gut her.

The Fade crackled and lashed my gaze to the left where I looked off toward the tents were the injured lay. There, walking among them with soundless footsteps, padded Cole. He would occasionally stop and bend down to say a few whispering words to a wounded soldier. Then Ellana slipped passed me, moving with graceful determination to where Cole stood. I smiled, my eyes tracing the curvature of her full hips and round ass once more.

Perhaps there is a small amount of hope yet…

 As I neared the new tavern, I heard the clank of plate armour and turned to see Cassandra jogging to catch up. I dipped my head in polite respect. “Seeker?”

“Solas,” Cassandra puffed out and I slowed for her to catch her breath. “If you do not mind me asking, what do you believe in?”

I suspected she asked this because of how I handled Cole in front of the Inquisitor. Opening the tavern door, I gestured for her to enter before me. “Cause and effect. Wisdom as its own reward, and the inherent right of all free willed people to exist.”

“That is not what I meant.” Cassandra walked passed me with a shake of her head.

I entered after her, listening to the creaking hinges as the door swung close behind us. “I know. I believe the elven gods existed, as did the old gods of Tevinter. But I do not think any of them were gods, unless you expand the definition of the word to the point of absurdity. I appreciate the idea of your Maker, a god that does not need to prove his power. I wish more such gods felt the same.”

Like the Evanuris… and – to that extend – myself. Though I am not a god despite what the Dalish believe!

“You have seen much sadness in your journeys, Solas. Following the Maker might offer some hope.” Cassandra remarked as she followed me up to the bar.

I glanced at her knowing that I couldn’t keep such sadness from the perceptions of those who were keen minded. “I have people, Seeker. The greatest triumph and tragedies this world has known can be traced to people.”

Ordering a drink, I leaned back in the chair and took a long draw, enjoying the prickling warmth that the concoction stirred. “I sense the answer bothers you, Seeker. How many I help ease your concern?”

She took a swig before staring deep into the dark liquid sloshing in her mug. “Just thinking about all the triumphs and tragedies you have seen…and you still believe in people?” My eyes clouded in thought, reliving the world as I saw it; the world I assisted in shaping. “People are flawed, Seeker, but it is within their attempts to change that true beauty is captured. Despite everything I have seen, I find people remarkable.”

Cassandra blinked several times before shaking her head. “Your praise for us is astounding, Solas. Sometimes, I wonder how you truly think.”

“As does your actions astonish me, Seeker. And you are not the first to wish for a glance into my way of thinking. However, I warn you to tread cautiously. To attempt to understand me is to walk a fine line in your beliefs. For I have seen things that could shake the very foundations that your Maker stands on.”

She grimaced. “On second thought, I think I’ll hold off for now.”

A faint smile touched my lips. “That is a wise decision, Seeker.”

We sat in silence for most of the night, drinking and enjoying each other’s company. She wasn’t a terrible woman. In fact, I admired her greatly. She stood firm for what she believed in as I did. It was people like her that I wouldn’t relish in killing, but this was bigger than my wants in life. Cassandra retired before I did, and I nursed my mug until the wee hours into the morning.

My thoughts soon turned to an elegant, raven haired and sapphire blue eyed elven lass. Her skin felt finer than velvet and her fragrance made me ravenous. Lifting my fingers, I ran them over my lips recalling the soft press of hers against mine.

“I cannot deny this want, Lethallan.” I whispered to no one but the Ellana looking back at me in my mind’s eye. “You undo me…”

Finishing off my third…no wait…fourth? Honestly, I lost count after the sixth mug and I frowned at the dregs sloshing in it now.

Time for bed…

Sleep would not come easily, not when all I could do is think of Ellana; her glorious full lips pulled in a welcoming smile, the taste of her skin, the sound of her bell-like laughter…her graceful dance whenever she cast a spell. No matter how wonderful and terrible these feelings were, I couldn’t deny them to myself. For now, however, I would keep them to myself, until such an appropriate time presented itself that I would make them known.

Ar lath ma vhenan, Ellana…

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“All better!”

Prompt by @klc-journei

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Lathbora viran Ch. 10

Here's the next chapter of Lathbora viran. It can also be found on AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/10213937/chapters/24206559. Enjoy!

Setting foot on Tarasyl’an Te’las’ soil again after the incident made me kneel, and place my head on the cool ground. I whispered a prayer to all my kin that lived and died in this fortress. My fortress.

Aly’xin…falon… Ir abelas… I failed you.

The energies were rife and claustrophobic, with the Veil feeling extremely thin here as this fortress was the place of its origins. Giving a brief moment of silence to respect those who passed, I stood up to re-join the survivors of the Inquisition. The fortress was theirs now.

Everyone surrounded the massive, stone staircase leading up to the fortress’ heart, and watched as a smaller group of three people stood deep in conversation. Drawing closer to lean against a tree near the back of the crowd, I noticed Leliana holding a rather impressive sword that appeared more for decoration though I imagined it could be wielded in battle. Cassandra was next to the Herald speaking and gesturing to this sword, and Ellana furrowed her brow with a hint of fear reflecting from her cloudy blue eyes.

Ellana glanced out into the crowd and raised up the massive sword, staring intensely at its blade. While almost unimpressive, I did notice the polished metal cross guard shaped to look like the open mouth of a High Dragon.

“Have our people been told?” Cassandra asked in a voice well-rehearsed in the words.

 Up front, Ambassador Josephine stepped forward to deliver an answer. “They have. And soon the world.”

Following what I can only assume was a written ceremony, Cassandra called out a second time. “Commander, will they follow?”

Cullen turned to address the crowd assembled behind him. “Inquisition! Will you follow?”

A rallying cry went up from all, save perhaps me. Instead, I hugged the shadows and watched the Herald’s face. Complexity, touched with a hint of doubt, spoke along the delicate lines of her face. She felt overwhelmed by it all, and who could blame her?

“Will you fight?” Cullen shouted and raised his arms to be heard over the crow. “Will we triumph?”

And still they almost drowned him out. My ears twitched from the noise amplification and sensitivity that my race was both cursed and blessed with. Some more soothing activity was called for after this was finished.

“Your leader! Your Herald! Your Inquisitor!” Cullen unsheathed his sword and pointed it up to Ellana.

With the proclamation and praise from the crowd, the Herald flushed then raised the sword she held higher. I watched a little longer unable to keep the smile, and worry, from my face. In achieving so much, she now sacrificed more than she realized. When I looked at her I noticed a younger version of myself.

Like me, Lethallan, you now walk a dark path…one destined to erase your face.

Turning back toward the fortress, I went to secure my new quarters; not the bedroom in the tower that once was mine, but somewhere near the old library. Rotting wooden beams, most of which once supported parts of the roof, cluttered around brittle blocks of stone. Nesting animals poked their heads out of their burrows, hearing the hollow echo of my feet as I moved past them. Tattered remains of whatever heraldry banners hung from Skyhold’s previous residence still fluttered near the dirt smudged, stained-glass windows; what windows were still intact.

Walking through the skeletal structure wrenched my heart remembering happier days. Scents of mould and neglect settled in the stagnant air as I tiptoed through the rubble in search for the correct door. When I found it, I pulled it open, wincing at the rusty squeak from the hinges, and entered. The rotunda was at the lowest level of the tallest tower in the fortress with stairs spiralling upward into the library full to the brim with tomes, and ascending further until it stopped in the crow’s nest. I ran my palm along the compacted mud walls of the rotunda and breathed in the earthy soil.

“Perfect.” I whispered and set out to unpack my belongings, including the rolled up wolf skins and jars of herbal paints.

Once I setup the earthenware bowl full of water, my horsehair brushes and uncorked my paints, I outlined the murals I planned to decorate across my new bedroom walls. Scattered on the wooden desk in the center of the room were illustrations I intended to transfer onto my new blank canvas. Pulling off my tunic and folding it on my chair, I climbed the ladder to begin my work on alleviating my headache.

 . . .

 “Oh wow! By the Creators! You proclaim you aren’t Dalish, but I’ve seen ancient paintings done in a similar technique on many of our people’s ruins.”

I turned my head to the side and gave Ellana a small smile. “This technique is much older than the Dalish. It started in Arlathan with the Elvhen and I happened upon it during a trip in the Fade.”

“They’re beautiful…I’d be interested in hearing your opinions on elven culture.” She asked as I climbed down the ladder.

Walking to the desk, I rinsed my brushes in the bowl of water as well as a dampened cloth that I proceeded to swipe along my chest and face to clean the paint splotches. “I thought you would be more interested in sharing your opinions of elven culture. You are Dalish, are you not?”

At my question, Ellana straightened and jutted out her chin, but I noticed the scarlet on the apples of her cheeks as her eyes lingered a bit longer on my muscled abdomen. “Yes. I am. The Dalish are the best hope for preserving the culture of our people.”

I sighed and shook my head. Of course the arrogance spread to her as well even if she was such a striking creature. Your arrogance and ignorance blinds you to the truth. “Our people. You use that phrase so casually. It should mean more…But the Dalish have forgotten that.” I clipped feeling a press of annoyance against my temples. “Among other things.”

Why can’t you see what’s missing and search for the answers…your passion is too hungry to just accept what the Dalish speculate at as absolute fact!

A spark ignited in Ellana’s eyes, informing me that I just opened up a can of worms. “Oh, but you know the truth right?”

I lived it… “While they pass on stories, mangling details, I walk the Fade. I have seen things they have not.” I braced myself against the lashing I would undoubtedly receive.

She gritted her teeth and cocked her hip, crossing her arms over her chest. “Fine. You think we’re terrible. What about the Alienages full of elves who aren’t Dalish?”

I scoffed. Here we go again! If I don’t agree with the Dalish, I must sympathize with the Elves whose knowledge of my people would barely fit a thimble! Typical! “Why? What would it benefit some poor man in a Ferelden Alienage to learn that his Ancestors strode the land like gods?” I clenched my fist, forcing my tone to remain calm and collected despite seething inside. “It would only make him bitter, or inspire him to take a foolish risk and get himself killed.”

“You’ve decided his reaction for him.” Ellana accused, keeping her voice equally as calm, belying the rage simmering behind those beautiful eyes.

Sighing, I relaxed my rigid posture, relieving the tension built up in my muscles from both the painting and this disagreement. This arguing is getting us nowhere and she’s not just any Dalish woman… “Perhaps I have. If you have questions and believe the answers will help, ask.”

Surprising me, Ellana also relaxed, her fingers even running over the wood grain of the table, worn smooth from millennia of use, and her gaze traveling over the parchments of paintings. When her eyes met mine again, curiosity replaced hatred and anger, and when she spoke, her voice was just as soft. “I’d like to know more about the elves from before our time.”

Tread Carefully, Solas...

“The Dalish strive to remember Halamshiral, but Halamshiral was merely a fumbling attempt to recreate a forgotten land.”

“Arlathan.” She answered immediately, and I nodded, but she wasn’t completely correct.

“Elvhenan was the Empire, and Arlathan its greatest city. A place of magic and beauty, lost in time.” Even now I recalled the elegant, hand-carved bridges and pristine, white washed walls, spiralling throughout massive, imposing trees. Magical runes of protection and prosperity glistened as beacons cast onto all the inhabitants, and I could feel its electric energy wherever I walked. Magic flowed natural and undisturbed by the ignorant louts of our present who were too afraid of the mysteries of the world that they’d rather ban it than study the very fabric of what created Thedas. These trees grew bore the sweetest fruits so none would walk the vendors hungry, and its people – vendors and citizens alike – wore clothing that would make an Orlesian green with envy. Yet we never wore masks. There was no need to hide our character.

Such crisp imagery came back to me, and I felt as if every breath I took refreshed my memory. For a moment, I walked its present rather than its past. Oh, how I missed those times…but it had to be done.

“You’ve studied ancient Elves. What else do you know of Arlathan?”

Oh how I love her inquisitive nature! Dangerous. Attractive.

“We hear stories of them living in trees and imagine wooden ramps or Dalish Aravels. Imagine instead spires of crystal twining through the branches, Palaces floating among the clouds. Imagine beings who lived forever, for whom magic was as natural as breathing. That is what was lost.” Keeping my answers vague would continue the ruse that I only knew what I saw in the Fade.

Wonder grew in her eyes, but she just shook her head and plucked at the edge of my desk, killing whatever question she formed in her mind. A slight smile pursed her lips and she slowly skirted around the walls, scanning what murals I began with narrowed eyes. I wondered if maybe she was going to ask me the meaning behind the paintings or maybe inquire more about the ancient technique I used. I watched her, careful to keep the muscles in my face neutral and relaxed.

Her delicate fingers would reach out occasionally, begging to touch the fresh paint, but ultimately pulled back to continue her stroll with hands clasped tight behind her back. Her tongue wet her plump bottom lip, and she mouthed unspoken words. Curious warmth boiled along my body, and I distracted myself with shuffling my parchment in order and corking the various paints.

“Are all Dalish Elves like my Clan?” Ellana finally asked, stopping a foot behind me.

I shivered, feeling her heat invading me. Creators! Does she even know what she does to me? Focus on the question! “No. Your Clan was unique in having enough interest in human affairs to send you to spy upon the Divine’s meeting. As your Clans have been separate for so long, they have all changed, adapting to the lands in which they live.”

And take me in for a time…without hostilities until I started showing intimate interest in you…

“Some are no more than bandits, others trade feely with humans, and some have disappeared entirely into the forest.” I added, disgusted about other outcomes that I didn’t go into. Slavery. Seclusion. Cannibalism. Just to name a few.

She nodded. “What can you tell me about Elves living in human cities?”

Chuckling, I sat down in my plush chair and stretched my legs out under the desk. Gesturing for her to do the same toward the white couch in the room, I devised an answer to sate her question. “The culture in Alienages or among the slaves of Tevinter is like any of the impoverished and powerless. They cling to memories of a better past and practice a few rituals to distinguish themselves from humans.”

Sorrow filled her eyes, but she did sit down, letting her head fall in her hands for a moment. I wished I could read her mind. I hated seeing the distress that painted her features so clearly as my answer settled. Then, he lifted her head and gave me a hollow smile.

“Is the magic they teach in the Circle different from the magic I learned with my people?”

In actuality, the magic taught by both groups is fragmented and a perverse version of true magic. Like the difference of drinking wine versus drinking watered down wine. It is still wine but its effects are muted and leaves you wanting.

Aloud, I gave another answer. “No and yes. Magic is magic, just as water is water, but it can be used in different ways. Dalish magic is more practical, not needing Chantry approval. Although they still frown on Blood Magic. Superstition. Much of it is more subtle. A legacy from when Elves were Immortal.”

The last part made her straighten in her sitting position. “The legends of Elven Immortality…did they use magic to increase their lifespan?”

“No.” I stated firmly. I am the living embodiment of this legend, and it was my cruel, but necessary act that ended it all for the Elves. “It was simply part of being Elven. The subtle beauty of their magic was the effect, not the cause, of their nature. Some spells took years to cast. Echoes would linger for centuries, harmonizing with new magic in an unending symphony. It must’ve been beautiful…”

Silence took over the room and I didn’t push Ellana. Truth was, I enjoyed being here with her, and answering her questions. I watched as a kaleidoscope of colours painted her face, and how she furrowed her brow or wrinkled her small nose. My heart swelled in knowing that I placed these manifestations on her features and in her mind.

“You said that the censure against Blood Magic was superstition.” She eventually asked, pinching her brow.

“I did.” I replied with a smile and leaned across the table with my elbows propped up. “It’s fortunate Cassandra is not within earshot. Most modern cultures forbid Blood Magic. Publicly, even Tevinter disapproves of it. But as I said, magic is magic. It matters only in how it is used.”

She chewed her bottom lip. “I’d be interested in learning more about Blood Magic.”

Healthy curiosity! “I would teach you, if I knew it. Unfortunately, using Blood Magic seems to make it more difficult to enter the Fade. You understand why I have never bothered to learn it. A shame. As it is extremely powerful. Provided it remains a tool, not a crutch…nor a passion.”

“Thank you, Solas. We’ll talk more later. At dinner, perhaps.” Ellana stood and gave me a smile before walking out with one more glance at my half done murals, and my naked torso.

. . .

 Dinner was spent in the main hall of the Inquisition once enough rubble was cleared away to get a large wooden table inside with space for most of the key members of the Inquisition. When I entered – after cleaning up from the rest of the day spent painting, Ellana stood and waved me over to sit beside her. Food followed shortly and rowdy conversation. I added comments here and there when they seemed appropriate, but for the most part, I observed in silence. In truth, I didn’t have much in common with any of the members save maybe the Inquisitor, herself.

At least Sera and Dorian were loud enough to draw most of the attention. Varric and the Iron Bull sat next to each other exchanging stories, and possibly bets, judging by the casual glances they threw to various members. When their wandering eyes settled on me, I just raised an eyebrow and returned to the scroll I had been reading. They chuckled not long after.

Then, Ellana stood up and I felt an arc of electricity pass along in the movement. A hand touched my shoulder drawing my eyes up to gaze into hers. Raw intent flared in those orbs and a hunger that my earlier answers to her questions didn’t suppress. “I’m interested in what you told me of yourself and your studies. If you have time, I’d like to hear more.”

All noise stopped and heads turned to stare at the two of us. I felt their invasive smirks, wondering what was transpiring between us. If Ellana noticed, she showed no shame in what gossip her actions would no doubt create. I settled back in my chair and dabbed my mouth with my napkin. I wanted to talk to her more as well… just not with a crowd.

“You continue to surprise me.” I kept my voice purposely low and noticed – out of the corner of my eye – many of the Inquisition members leaned forward in their chairs to catch what I said to her. “All right, let us talk…preferably somewhere more interesting than this.”

I stood up then and brought her into my chambers trying to ignore the snickering from the other member as we left. I offered her some wine as an after dinner dessert and waited for her to nod off from the sleeping draft I mixed in with it. Gathering her up in my arms, I carried her through a secret passage that led straight up to her room where I tucked her into bed. I touched her cheek and smiled before disappearing to take my own draft and meet her in the Fade.

. . .

The vibrancy of Haven hit me as we both took the steps toward the Chantry. Instinctively, I glanced back to make sure Ellana still followed. It was amazing that she was even here at all. When I gave her the sleeping draft, I hadn’t expected that she would meet me here so easily, which made me smile all the more. She was brilliant and talented and…beautiful. My heart pounded, threatening to burst out of my chest, at how much she already did and the possibilities laid out before her. She almost felt like a kindred spirit, especially in the Fade.

“Why here?” Ellana asked, sweeping her gaze over at an intact Haven.

I stopped and gestured, before moving on. “Haven is familiar. It will always be important to you.”

She sighed deeply and shook her head. “We talked about that already.”

She thinks I’m leading her in a merry chase; never fully answering her questions. Clever girl.

We made our way down into the Chantry’s dark dungeons and a wave of the first night returned. I shivered thinking about how we came full circle.

“I sat beside you while you slept, studying the Anchor.”

I heard her giggle. “How long can it take to look at a mark on my hand?”

Smiling, I turned and shrugged. “A magical mark of unknown origin, tied to a unique Breach in the Veil? Longer than you might think. I ran every test I could imagine, searched the Fade, yet found nothing.”

I remembered that night so clearly, back when the Seeker hauled me to her with all her fury. “Cassandra suspected duplicity. She threatened to have me executed as an apostate if I didn’t produce results.”

To my surprise, and delight, Ellana nodded. “Cassandra’s like that with everyone.”

Curls of Fade whipped around the elven mage, dancing as little sprites and flowed both in and out of the Anchor. So much pulled at my spirit surrounded in such an intimate space with a woman who caused my heart to flutter. Even with those words, a warmth spread over me.

I chuckled. “Yes.”

Then I gestured for Ellana to follow me as we left the Chantry. My fingers caught her own and I blushed, my nerves ignited and my head softly spinning. Once outside the Chantry, I thought of distractions and went back to telling my story. With any luck, the elven lass wouldn’t pick up on my hesitation.

“You were never going to wake up. How could you, a mortal sent physically through the Fade?” We stopped and faced one another as I divulged my feelings to answer her question about myself. “I was frustrated, frightened. The spirits I might have consulted had been driven away by the Breach.”

Memories of that night flooded through me; of how my dream walking had been interrupted and I was dispelled from the Fade. The Explosion was at the core, the fault, but I wouldn’t hold the Inquisitor responsible.

“Although I wished to help, I had no faith in Cassandra…or she in me. I was ready to flee.”

Possibly confront Corypheus and snatch back my orb…somehow.

Ellana blinked and gazed at me skeptically. “The Breach threatened the whole world. Where did you plan to go?”

To the Conclave… to stop Corypheus or die trying.

I shrugged. “Someplace far away where I might research a way to repair the Breach before its effects reached me. I never said it was a good place.”

Smiling, I turned to stare up at the memory of the green Breach the Fade had recreated and stretched out my hand as if I perhaps had the Anchor etched inside my palm. “I told myself, one more attempt to seal the Rifts. I tried and failed. No ordinary magic would affect them.”

The Breach flashed and danced in its powerful, vibrant magic that used to belong to me. Such beauty turned into a dreadful darkness and I knew I was at fault. I stared deep at the swirling vortex almost mesmerized. “I watched the rifts expand and grow, resigned myself to flee, and then…”

Images of holding Ellana’s soft, delicate hand as I raised her arm to close the rift with the Anchor, imprinted in my mind. The heat and rapid heartbeat returned with a ferocity I could no longer deny, even if I tried. Turning, I looked deep into Ellana’s lovely, blue eyes and breathed in her combined scent of femininity and sandalwood that the Fade recreated.

“It seems you hold the key to our salvation. You had sealed it with a gesture…and right then, I felt the whole world change.” Revolving around you, I finished to myself. Ellana’s expression softened and she shifted her weight from one leg to the next, her eyes telling me she longed to reach out. “Felt the whole world change?”

“A figure of speech.” I added.

“I’m aware of the metaphor. I’m more interested in ‘felt.’”

Fenedhis…nothing gets passed her.

Do you really want it to, Solas? The Wolf’s voice, silent for most of the day, chose to speak up now.

I sighed in defeat. No, not really.

She closed in and I gasped, my own features softening, and my mask dropping. “You change…everything.”

“Sweet talker.” Ellana muttered.

I looked away then felt her hand touch the back of my neck and pulled me around. Before I could register, those soft, full lips found mind. Blood pooled down my spine, settling into my groin to harden it. The kiss was brief as she pulled away with an embarrassed flush on her face, but I shook my head. Inside the Wolf growled just as hungry as me. As she turned away, I turned her around and kissed her again. Fierce. Desperate.

She tasted of honeyed-tea and wine. Her lips melted as butter against mine and she sighed into me. I wanted more. My tongue flicked intrusively at her teeth, and she parted them ever so slightly to invite that curiosity inside. She sucked and nibbled at my tender skin, her own tongue dancing along mine. With every new thrust from our tongues, I glorified in the electricity shooting through me body.

It took me back to the nights spent in the deep forest, stealing quiet moments just to drink in each other’s presence. These memories drove me into madness every night I lay without her in my arms and I slid my hands around her petite waist, traveling lower to cup her round ass.

Ellana’s hands explored the contours of my body, tracing each hard plane of muscle with her fingers. Those hands were far from innocent and every path they trailed pulled up the flesh underneath my tunic. A fire burned through me and I moaned in her mouth. Before I could contain my want, I pressed myself flat against her, rubbed my angry erection along her inner thigh. Ellana moaned and formed her body around mine.

The flames were consuming me, threatening to execute my good judgement faster than anything Cassandra threw at me. I want you. Need you!

Just let go, Solas.

No! I can’t…

Reluctantly, I pulled away, shaking my head. Ellana stared back at me with pink lips so swollen from our erotic dance and I saw wild lust staring back at me. I shook my head and slated my lips to hers once more for a simple, chaste kiss that was anything but. When I broke it for a second time, I took a few steps back to separate us and the growing desires.

“We shouldn’t. It isn’t right. Not even here.”

Are you so sure about that?

Thankfully, though her face held clear disappointment, Ellana didn’t reach for me. She didn’t try to pursue further, but it was so hard to ignore the hurt and confusion in her eyes. Little did she know, how close she came to undoing me.

“What do you mean, ‘even here?’”

I took the opportunity to end this before it escalated into sex… and it would if I didn’t leave now. “Where did you think we were?”

As if noticing that Haven was intact, and whole for the first time, Ellana turned her head like she was truly seeing it for the first time. “This isn’t real.”

A cool wind blew, trying hard to extinguish a fire that never could truly be stifled. Even after the passing of time and space. I was starting to see the true danger that Ellana Lavellan possessed to my plans and…myself. Still, I focused on answering her questions. At least by actively doing so held off the need to rip our clothing from us and fuck until our bodies grew limp from exertion.

“That’s a matter of debate…probably best discussed after you wake up.”

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something something about how witches have never been afraid of wolves

i’ve been wanting to do an illustration like this for a while bc i like playing around with imira being the Witch of the Waking Sea vs solas being Fen’Harel but idk if I’ll ever get around to it so have a quick doodle for now

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Lathbora vira Ch. 9

Next instalment of my Solas fanfic, Lathbora viran. Also found on my AO3 page at http://archiveofourown.org/works/10213937/chapters/24038823

Blood thrummed as an accelerated heartbeat in my ears, calling my thoughts back to the surface. It was all I heard in the beginning, but the crackling of fire quickly surrounded me. Upon opening my eyes, I saw a world of chaos. Corypheus faced the Herald with his corrupt dragon blocking off any access to her. Sitting up, I cradled my throbbing head in my hands feeling a warm, sticky liquid coat my fingertips.

Bringing my hands away, I saw the angry crimson blood staining my palms. “Well, that’s no good…”

I glanced back toward the Herald and the Magister in possession of my orb, my eyes narrowing. Getting to my feet, I crossed between the alleyways between buildings and shrubs to avoid attracting attention as I made my way to the Chantry. A desperate magic pulled at me with piercing claws so overwhelming that I gritted my teeth against the near crippling suffocation from my orb.

Dizziness slammed into me full of memories of a younger, bolder Elvhen clad I wolfskin with a wild brown mane whipping in the wind as he sought a way to correct a brutal betrayal. Distant screams of a people dying in the chains of slavery begging for an end that I willingly gave, drowned out the crackling of Haven. An end that now I recognized was a terrible mistake.

Ir abelas, I cannot face Corypheus in my current condition, Lethallan.

Reaching the Chantry door, I wrenched it open, wincing at the hollow, nails-on-metal creak the hinges made, and glared to where I knew she stared down the enemy. A bitterness settled in my stomach at leaving the Herald again, but it was out of my control. I spat on the ground.

“Corypheus,” I hissed, feeling the Wolf surfacing. “Su an’banal i’ma.”

. . .

My agents chipped into parts of the wall – a subtle signal – I was going in the right direction down the dark tunnel. Slipping my staff from the holder along my back, I forced magic in the crystal to light the way and leaned heavily upon it as I walked. As I followed the trail, I stumbled on debris, oftentimes stopping to catch my breath. The pounding of my head slowly worsened as the blood continued to tickle. Bringing more mana to the surface, I mumbled another healing spell on the wound to attempt to reknit the flesh. New skin itched and stretched around the wound, stoppering the blood from flowing out. The blood loss caused small shivers to wrack along my body becoming more violent the moment the tunnel widened, and I stepped out into the bitter winds of a blizzard.

Footprints of a stampede of people were barely noticeable, but visible enough to guide me in the general direction the survivors of Haven took. The icy snowstorm battered me as I tracked the group; occasionally I wondered if Cassandra and Varric made it but the majority of concern was for the Herald.

That’s when I heard the wolves.

Several dark, shaggy shapes skirted warily around my campfire. They whined, debating if it was smart to move closer until their alpha – a great black beast – made the decision to enter toward the fire. I raised an eyebrow at his bravery and growled a small warning.

Greetings, Brother, I whined knowing that I might end up fighting them off but hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

You not like other furless demons. Smell like Kin.

I smiled, revealing my teeth to the black creature. He smelled the Dread Wolf crawling to the surface with hackles raised. I quelled the feeling of overbearing dominance and want to rip this pack apart. If they were willing to speak to me then they might prove useful enough to let live. I prayed the leader was wise to not challenge the Dread Wolf directly.

I am Kin, I growled back. Just unable to change forms.

Hopefully, he’d believe the lie.

The leader sniffed the air between us and all my muscles bunched. Sorrow and pity exuded from the creature’s yellow eyes and… opportunity. A look I knew all too well. An alpha wolf – even an injured one – was too dangerous to leave alive, especially one without a pack to protect him. Magic tingled to the surface in preparation, but I hoped the beast would see sense.

Unfortunate… His voice trailed off as he lunged for my throat.

A green tear wrenched open, sending a boulder to collide into the black wolf. He howled, crashing into his pack mates in a tangled heap of limbs. I drew on my magic again feeling the earth shake and the sky split in a rain of fire. I needed to end the fight as quick as possible given my weakened state.

Raising my hands upward, I cast a barrier to surround and shield me from the torrent of fire plummeting to the ground. Yelps and whines hissed from the now singed wolves, but the alpha scrambled to his legs to attack me again. Fury and fear clouded his eyes. I stared back at him in pity.

Fool. The Dread Wolf roared.

The Veil ripped open beside me, drawing the wolf closer toward the rip in the Fade. Angry snarls disintegrated as the black wolf began to backpedal; his eyes wide in terror. Oozing tendrils lashed out hooking onto the wolf’s legs and pulled it closer to the tear.

You should’ve left me alone, pup. I felt my bones crack and begin to shift.

No! I screamed for the transformation to stop. I was still too weak to hold myself in this form.

The Dread Wolf just laughed at me. I fell on all fours and my scream turned into a howl as my body twisted into the hulking black wolf every elven mother warned their children would come for them if they wandered off alone. Blinking three pairs of scarlet eyes, my body leapt on the other alpha wolf sinking sharp teeth and claws in its hide.

The scent of the creature’s fear drove my lust for killing. The high-pitched whining coming from the other wolves encouraged the Dread Wolf. They knew this was a fight between two alpha males and wouldn’t intervene to save their leader. If he did not live through this he was seen as weak. The Dread Wolf knew this and relished in the battle. Sweet blood coated my tongue and I shook the alpha by the scruff. The torn Veil weakened the beast, causing him to split his priorities from keeping in his world and killing me.

With renewed, savage strength from the Dread Wolf, the scuffle didn’t even last a minute. I quickly dominated my attacker turning his silk black fur into a sticky mass of blood before throwing him into the Void for good measure. The howls of the alpha’s former pack mates brought my attention to them, but neither they nor I attacked. I won this battle. Heads bowed the pack whimpered and exchanged glances between where I stood and where the sliver of Void whirled. Rank fear smothered the fresh, winter air and the Dread Wolf decided to capitalize on such an easy defeat. Sitting back on my haunches, I proceeded to lick the top of one paw as if the fight didn’t ruffle my body. There is someone I need you to help. Do this for me and I’ll allow your pack to live.

A lithe, brown furred wolf padded toward me with head bowed in respect. You are Alpha now. The pack will do as you so order.

My limbs began to shake and the ill settling deep in my stomach grew into a nuisance. These wolves had to leave. Now!

There is another… like me… who will need guidance to find me… help her. The Dread Wolf ordered, ignoring my protests.

I projected an image of Ellana, hoping that the wolves’ minds were large enough to pick up the magic and recreate what I showed. For a few minutes the pack whimpered and growled between one another, then the brown female approached me once more. All six eyes blinked at her as I tried to pull off a bored expression while trying to hold down my last meal.

Too much… I need to return to my Elvhen form.

Inside the Dread Wolf growled a warning to me. You aren’t safe yet… hold out.

We make sure your mate finds you safe. The brown wolf whined, her tongue flopping out on one side of her jowls.

She’s not…

Good. Make sure you do, I replied. It was easier letting them believe the Herald and I were a mated pair. Wolves understood a simple dichotomy between male and female relationships and my head hurt too much to argue.

Make certain she does not see you. My head swam now with black dots filling in the powdery snow in my vision. I felt my balance tilt on its side, but none of the wolves looked at me confused so I probably was still standing. It was time, my strength and mana – coupled with blood loss – waned to thin fibres threading in desperation to keep me conscious.

Go now and leave me. I will know of your success when she shows up.

The wolves left with slight bows of their shaggy heads. As soon as they were specks on the horizon, I dropped the magic that held the tear in the Veil open and reverted to my elf form. I wretched every content in my stomach, including blood. My arms and knees shook from holding my weight, but I refused to fall onto my side.

I’m not strong enough yet… to transform… into wolf form.

Admit it. You enjoyed the killing. The Dread Wolf chuckled.

Leave me! I snarled, grabbing my head to steady the vertigo.

 Hours bled together until I stabilized long enough to pack up my belongings, break camp and stumble in the darkness and snow. The curtain of flakes impeded my vision, raking claws against my tattering tunic and leggings, making me hug my body to ward off the cold.

Then the skeletal remains of an abandoned campsite came into view. Its former inhabitants were days gone, but copper and iron pots littered the ground barely visible in the snow that quickly sought to reclaim the land. A few wooden polls stuck out of the frozen earth letting me know, by how fresh the wood was, that the survivors of Haven were the camp’s last occupants. Moving closer to the center, I set up my bedroll and built a fire. I glared at my own personal tent poles and canvas strapped along my backpack, but I didn’t want to waste my waning strength to set it up.

Getting any fire to burn with mostly damp wood was tricky, but with the help of magic, I was able to start a smoky one. The strains in my bones relaxed with the gradual warmth and tender massage from my hands. Slowly, I worked on bringing myself back to feeling like I did before Corypheus invaded Haven. Images of Ellana standing proud and defiant against the Darkspawn Magister filled me with honour and anger. Maybe she wasn’t Elvhen, but she was a better representative than any Dalish I ever met. I only hoped she survived the confrontation.

Solas… why did you think giving your orb to Corypheus was a smart idea?

. . .

Days passed as I followed the trail of broken down camps throughout the frozen wasteland as beacons to where Haven’s bulk wandered aimlessly. When I caught up to the current camp, I was greeted by some of Leliana’s scouts who directed me to the Nightingale.

“Solas, it’s good to see you made it. Cassandra and Varric made it two days prior.” Leliana greeted me with relief in her voice, but confusion and worry lingered in her gaze. “Where is the Herald?”

I glanced behind my shoulder toward the front of the camp and shook my head. “I don’t know if she made it out of Haven. I’m sorry.”

Her face fell. “Ah, I see… why don’t you go see Josephine or Mother Giselle to get some food and a check-up?”

As a mage, I could heal myself but my strength was too spent to summon up even meagre magic. I welcomed a chance to rest, eat and mundane medical attention. I walked deeper to the camp to where the white medical tents were erected to see Mother Giselle for treatment of my injuries, and a hot meal.

. . .

Commotion drew my attention a day later when the Inquisition’s Advisors rushed toward the entrance to the camp. Getting to my feet, I tried to see what started the uproar. That’s when I caught sight of her, and my heart lodged into my throat where it hammered. It took all my willpower not to run up to her to help her limp toward the medical tent. Ellana was pallid with lips and eyelids tinged blue from the cold. She shook with every step and appeared much thinner than I saw her at Haven, but she was alive. Alive…

I watched from the distance of my tent until she collapsed into a raised bed in Mother Giselle’s care. Once safe and cared for, I relaxed knowing that the wolves held up the end of their bargain. We were all united at last. As if to supply further proof, I noticed the hulking shapes and glowing eyes of the wolf pack skirting at the edges of the camp. Our eyes met and I nodded my thanks. The brown wolf sat back to deliver one long, low howl that caused some survivors to stiffen. When the howl faded, the wolves turned and ran into the depths of the forest. Their promise kept and duty fulfilled, they just wanted to let me know before they left for good.

With the question of the Herald’s survival answered, I walked back to my tent to think. It was time to give up some information since the Magister revealed himself.

How much do you intend to give, Solas? The Dread Wolf taunted.

I don’t know… but I pretty much did. Enough to sate her growing interest, but not so much to place viable blame on me. That she somehow survived Corypheus was nothing short of impressive, but no doubt she saw the orb he carried.

She might still blame you in the end.

I left my tent walking along the edge of the camp to stare out at the mountains. Erecting a brazier containing the blue flames of mage fire, I surveyed the familiar surroundings. These mountains hadn’t changed in all the millennia I slept, and I recalled the younger world as if it was a dream. Faint images of phantom Elvhen pilgrims astride sleek halla, directing laden aravels away from our homeland appeared alongside the campsite. Desperate expressions full of sorrow and suffering cast glances over their shoulders even as they followed their heavily armoured leaders. They were long dead now, echoes of the past that tore at my heartstrings.

Tarasyl’an Te’las would have people within her walls again. Ellana Lavellan’s will and determination earned the Inquisition that much respect from me. Besides, the fight with the wolf reminded me I still too feeble to face Corypheus alone. If I wished to attack him in the future I knew I would gain that opportunity at the Herald’s side. How the mountains surrounding us sloped, we were possibly a week’s trek out from my former fortress. My agents reported that we still had two weeks’ worth of supplies, and Leliana sent hunters out daily in search of fresh meat. We would make it if I could convince the Herald to move the Inquisition. The Advisors would listen to her unlike they would me.

That was for another time, for now, the Herald of Andraste needed rest and healing above all else. Speaking with her could with another day or two.

 The sun set once more before the Herald woke. I watched her throughout the entire night’s passing trying to formulate how to broach the subject about my orb. She spoke to Mother Giselle in hushed tones before getting to her feet and joining Cassandra and the Advisor over at a makeshift war table in escalating argument.

“Shadows fall and hope has fled. Steel your hearts. The dawn will come.” Mother Giselle started singing a low reverent voice, walking toward the Herald with slow strides and head bowed. “The night is long and the path is dark. Look to the sky, for one day soon; the dawn will come.”

My ears perked at the soothing sound, and I glanced up wistful at the full moon. Her soft tone, full of verbose melancholy, returned my thoughts to another war with its fated hero and another people seeking the faith from an unseen Creator. It transpired so long ago that it lay forgotten – trodden on by the feet of the living – but hearing the priestess singing breathed new life of those events inside me.

“The Shepherd’s lost and his home is far. Keep to the stars; the dawn will come.” Voices joined Mother Giselle’s as people emerged for their tents and crossed to the center of camp. “The night is long and the path is dark. Look to the sky, for one day soon; the dawn will come.”

Everyone drew nearer to Ellana singing and bowing to their knees at her feet. They sung in great reverence to the elven mage with fervent belief she was their Herald of Andraste. I watched on with narrowed eyes and thoughts that refused to quiet.

“Bare your blade, and raise it high. Stand your ground; the dawn will come.” No voice save my own held their silence now, and all looked at Ellana, expecting her to lead them out of the darkness they spoke of. “The night is long and the path is dark. Look to the sky, for one day soon; the dawn will come.”

I was leaned on my staff content to keep my distance until the song faded and I felt compelled to join the Herald. If I was to say anything it needed to be now while I still possessed a willingness to speak. Crossing behind the tents, I made my way to where Ellana stood with her back to me.

“Solas?”

I stopped and turned to see Mineve – the elf who studied creatures – standing with her hands folded in front of her. Catching my gaze, hers dropped as if she began regretting the interruption. I shook my head needing to get to the Herald.

“Speak to me at my tent later.” I left before the apprentice mage could react.

“It’s all one world, Herald. All that changes is our place in it.” Mother Giselle said to the Herald as she walked away.

Wise woman… one worth heeding if the Herald has a mind.

I approached Ellana from behind and caught her smouldering blue eyes still weary from her ordeal in the blizzard. “A word?”

Without altering my pace, I led the elven mage back to where I erected my brazier. With a casual wave of my hand and pull from my magic, I ignited the blue veil fire and turned to wait for her. My heart fluttered at the sensual dip of her hips as she drew near, and my pupils dilated as I caught that heady blend of her aroma. Remembering those stolen moments with Ellana before I left Clan Lavellan, I clasped my hands behind my back to keep from seizing her in a passionate kiss.

“The humans have not raised one of our people so high for ages beyond counting. Her faith is hard-won, Lethallan, worthy of pride… save one detail.”

Ellana stopped before the brazier and stared at me in confusion. The heat from her body washed over me, drawing the small hairs along the nape of my neck to stand on end. A slight flare of my nostrils was the sole show of arousal I allowed slip, but she didn’t catch notice.

I turned my body to keep a suddenly stiff member from drawing attention and angled my face toward her. Squaring my shoulders finished the calm façade I worked to establish in front of the Herald.

“The threat Corypheus wields? The orb he carried? It is ours.”

No doubt existed in my mind that the Magister carried the orb with him when he faced the Herald. Without taking the required time to study my orb, he had no idea that recovering the Anchor – once placed – was impossible. Likely, the creature didn’t even recognize his prize as Elvhen. That wouldn’t stop the boastful would-be god from correcting his first mistake.

“Corypheus used the orb to open the Breach. Unlocking it must have caused the explosion that destroyed the Conclave.” I hoped sharing this would spark her inquisitive nature just enough without casting suspicion on my knowing this information. “We must find out how he survived… and we must prepare for their reaction, when they learn the orb is of our people.”

Surprise sparked in Ellana’s eyes followed by subtle distress. “All right. What is it, and how do you know about it?”

Suspicion. Did I really doubt she wouldn’t make even a minor connection? She hadn’t outright accused me of withholding information, but she did demand an explanation. My heart skipped and my jaw ticked just slightly. I did so love her overpowering curiosity, so unlike her people. Fortunately, I devised an answer that should sate her questions without revealing more than I was ready to give.

“Such things were foci, said to channel power from our gods.” I shifted my weight from side to side, easing the tension from my abdomen. “Some were dedicated to specific members of our pantheon.”

As this orb is dedicated to me…

“All that remain are references in ruins, and faint visions of memory in the Fade. Echoes of a dead empire.”

I told her the truth, while skirting around my direct involvement. She would believe I came upon the answer through my many trips to the Fade and, by omission, I would be saving her from a cruel truth.

“But however Corypheus came to it, the orb is Elven, and with it, he threatens the heart of human faith.”

Another of my many mistakes that needs correcting.

Ellana blinked and shifted to let my words settled inside. Her eyes reflected sorrow and she sighed. “Even if we defeat Corypheus, eventually they’ll find a way to blame elves.”

Unless I tear down the Veil before they find out…

I furrowed my brows. “I suspect you are correct. It is unfortunate, but we must be above suspicions to be seen as valued allies.”

She needed to think I stood on her side, ready to die for her at a moment’s notice. Only then would I be able to fit the pieces of the puzzle flush, and enact my plan with her still blissfully unaware of my intentions. It was a dangerous game I played, but with benefits exponentially greater than the risk. It was time to solidify my alliance with this Inquisition and give its Herald my most valuable card aside from my true self.

“Faith in you is shaping this moment, but it needs room to grow.”

All suspicion of me drained from her face replaced by a hungry inquiry. I fed off it as my eyes traced the mountains in the distance. “By attacking the Inquisition, Corypheus has changed it. Changed you.”

Fanning out the fingers of one hand, I pointed to a distance from us. “Scout to the North. Be their guide.”

Bringing my hand to rest back at my side, she returned her attention me. I gave her a faint smile knowing she would catch on to what I was offering to the Inquisition. “There is a place that waits for a force to hold it. There is a place where the Inquisition can build… Grow…”

Ellana’s eyes narrowed, her brow puckered together and she shook her head. “What place is that? How will I possibly find it?”

For a few minutes I let the silence grow. I had her attention captured and now it was time to ensnare it for my uses. “Skyhold… I will guide you, Herald.”

Ellana searched my eyes but I held my gaze firm so not to betray my plans. “Alright, Solas, we’ll leave at dawn.”

I raised a brow at her statement.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Ellana… you’re our salvation.” I amended the words I really wanted to say. “We can’t afford to lose you.”

“You won’t.” Her fingers grazed along the tip of my shoulder, spreading a blush across my cheeks. Pausing, her tongue wet the bottom of her lip, and I saw her throat working as if deciding whether to chance a kiss.

I took a step back and bowed my head. “Good night, Lethallan.”

As I made my way back to my tent, I kept my gaze straight ahead, not chancing a glance backward.

Solas… idiot… just give in… how long has it been since you took someone to your bed?

Too long…

Would one night really kill you?

Yes!

“Solas?”

“Ah – Mineve and… Elan Ve’Mal. On dhea’lam.” This served as a pleasant enough distraction from the persistent desires growing deep in my groin They both met my eyes and stood with rigid postures. I clasped both of my hands behind my back, and gestured for the two of them to accompany me inside my tent. “An’daran Atish’an. Thu ea?”

“Ma enaste lan em lath’in’iseth.” Elan Ve’Mal said as she entered through the tent flap. “Ame son, emma serannas.”

Mineve dipped her head in respect. “En’an’sal’enast ea amahn. Am son, i na?”

I gave a tired sigh, but managed a ghost of a smile. “Am te’son, emma serannas.”

She nodded and we followed Elan Ve’Mal inside. The apprentice mage wrung her clenched hands in front of her, and kept glancing at the other red-headed elven woman dressed in dressed in a modest peasant dress.

“Something bothers you, Mineve?” I drained a water flask into two goblets and set them down for the ladies.

“Ma serannas, Ha’hren.” Elan picked up a goblet and took a drink.

Mineve followed suit, but tapped a finger on the goblet’s rim. “Are the vallaslin tattoos unique to the Dalish? Or is that another thing we got wrong as well?”

I sighed and shook my head. “It is complicated and I don’t have time to explain. The Herald wants us to move out tomorrow.”

“So… what would you have me do?” Mineve asked, and I saw the hesitation mixed with fear clouding her eyes.

As a new recruit to my network of spies, I understood. She only found out less than a month ago that I was Fen’Harel when I approached her about working for me. Unanswered questions still reflected in her eyes, but it was the Dalish fables she grew up on as a child that kept her from voicing them. Such a contrast to Ellana’s boldness.

“I have set up a replacement for you so you can become my eyes and ears in far flung places of the world, while continuing your research for the Inquisition.” My gaze moved over to Elan. “You, I will keep close, taking Adan’s place since the two of you have prior history together in the College.”

Both elves nodded and listened as I discussed my plans with them in further detail. They were polite and strict in their formality, reminding me of the old days living in Arlathan. A few hours dragged closer toward the morning when I finally told them to get some sleep. Once alone, I turned down the fur in my bedroll and shrugged out of my clothing. I stretched all the kinks out in my back and limbs before snuggling deep in my thick furs.

Sleep found me in a vision of a glorious raven-haired elven woman and a forbidden love I struggled to keep at bay.

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Zevran and Airam 

I got this commission from elfkin years ago. It was on her devArt page, so I didn’t want to upload it elsewhere. But now I’m told her account doesn’t exist any more.

So here it is - Zevran and Airam Surana, the protagonists of my story Failed to Fail. If you’re wondering, Air is starting to cast Cone of Cold - turning annoying fools (darkspawn included) into pretty, glittering ice statues is his favourite hobby. 

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Lathbora viran Ch. 8

Well, it's Friday again so here's the next instalment of Lathbora viran, which is also found on my AO3 page: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10213937/chapters/23847855

Returning to the ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes brought back images of smoke, guards shouting, and the graceful moves of a certain elven mage slaughtering demons. Though the memories of that night were now only phantoms, the tension prickled along my shoulder blades, travelled down my spine to settle into the half hard shaft of my cock. My gaze found its way to the gentle curve of the Herald’s ass, and my eyes swung back and forth to the hypnotic pendulum motion of her full hips; watching her lead the group of Inquisition members and former rebel mages.

The area was eerily calm without demons, but a massive green scar flared angrily, and crackled with so much magic. It taunted me as a sore reminder of my latest mistake, but soon it would trouble me no more. Corypheus was still out there, however, with my orb and whatever monstrous plans he concocted in his mind. Some already made known through the Herald’s trip into that corrupt future.

Cassandra and I stopped beside the Herald, both of us glancing over to confirm she was ready. Ellana still appeared laden from lack of sleep despite every measure I took each night in the Fade to soothe the nightmares. Sighing, the elven mage gave a nod of her head before moving closer to the heart of the Breach.

Taking that as a sign, Cassandra turned to address the ranks of mages lining the crumbling banister of what was once the upper levels of the Temple. “Mages!” She called out.

I held up my staff horizontally as a focal point noting the grimaces of a few mages – particularly Enchanter Sulen – for having to follow my instruction. After he spoke directly to the Herald about my insubordination, he sought me out to apologize for his earlier behaviour. What I would give to be a fly on that wall during such a humbling conversation. The daggers he threw at me now with his eyes was a sweet reward indeed.

“Focus passed the Herald,” I brought my staff down at my side and outstretched my free hand. “Let her will draw from you.”

I raised my staff high to be a signal and watched Ellana. My eyes settled at her ass once more and I licked my lips. Fenedhis! This isn’t the time.

 Wouldn’t have noticed her raise the Marked hand to connect it to the Breach were it not for the nauseated pull of both magicks that tore my attention from her feminine assets. Growling, I lowered my staff to strike the ground and give the signal. Behind me, I heard the grunt of the mages as their staffs followed suit. Electricity ignited through the air and my stomach lurched but I managed to stand my ground, not hunching over.

A brilliant light sparked from the connection and then an explosion ripped my feet out from under me. I fell on my back seeing the Seeker land likewise on the dirt beside me. She shot to her feet almost immediately, barely fazed, and made her way to where the Herald crouched, nursing her left hand. I took my time getting to my feet feeling blinding pain just behind my eyes.

Bowing my head, I squeezed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose until the red lights turned to a cool black behind my eyelids. A cheer rang out among those gathered, and I cracked my gaze to see the Breach only a tiny scar in the sky, and Cassandra leading the Herald in a celebratory parade back to Haven. I watched the mages and Inquisition soldiers follow before walking closer to examine the quiet remains of the Breach.

A gentle hum travelled as electricity pulling up the small hairs along my arm as I stopped where the Herald of Andraste had stood. The air retained a faint aroma I associated as Ellana. I closed my eyes to drink in the fleeting curls of her scent before returning my focus on the faint green glow hovering in the sky. Mana touched my fingertips. The sudden urge to rip the Breach back open called to me, but I swallowed the suicidal thought down like bile souring in my throat.

I must wait a little longer to assault the Veil.

“Solas?”

I half turned to see Cassandra now stood feet behind me. Alone. Her eyes shifted, staring at the sliver of green in the sky before gazing into my eyes. She chewed on her bottom lip as she probably thought about what to say, what to ask.

“The sky is scarred but calm. Your Herald was successful.” I answered her unspoken question, watching a spark light in the Seeker’s eyes.

“Thank you, Solas. I’ll let the Herald know.” Cassandra said with a slight nod of her head before, turning on her heels and rushing back to Haven.

Watching her leave, I glared up at the Breach wondering where Corypheus hid with my damned orb. It might be time to leave now to figure out where the creature holed himself up. Turning back toward Haven, I forced myself to walk. I would slip out after everyone else slept off their celebrations.

“Chuckles!”

Before I could react, the Durgen’len’s meaty fist caught my arm at the elbow, and began to drag me toward a group sloshing ale everywhere and belting out slurred songs. Caught off guard by Varric’s manhandling, I forced the tension from my body and the magic back down into my veins to allow him to direct me.

“Solas!” Ellana chuckled, waving from the Requisition’s table. Cassandra stood next to the Herald’s side and she nodded when her eyes met mine.

I gave a small smile to the elf before Varric shoved a mug of ale into my hand. The Iron Bull clapped me on the back and clinked his mug against mine, causing ale to slosh over the rim, splashing onto my tunic sleeve. He laughed in an obnoxiously high level, shouting something in his native language that came out too slurred to even make out that they were words. I rolled my eyes, smelling the overpowering stench of alcohol from my own mug.

We did just close the Breach so why not celebrate?

Didn’t you want to leave?

I should still put up a front so they don’t suspect. I just won’t drink myself into a stupor.

The Wolf growled back at me but let the argument settle. I took another swig of my ale and sat down by the fire pit to listen as Varric regaled us with another wild tale of the Champion of Kirkwall. It was in the middle of Varric’s second story, and my second mug of ale, that the alarm bells truck overhead, cutting off all celebrations.

“That does not bode well.” I said, staring up at the sky.

Gasps replaced laughter and Cassandra brandished her sword, calling for us to make our way to the gate. I picked up my staff and fastened it onto my back as I abandoned my mug on the bench to follow the Seeker’s order. I felt compelled toward the Herald’s side to see her through this new danger, whatever it was. Cullen rushed over to us an immediately began informing Ellana what the scouts found. I didn’t listen to the exact words being said.

Another presence lurked on the other side of the main gate – similar to myself – moving closer at an alarming speed. My eyes narrowed not knowing what to expect. Evanuris? No, that was not possible, but whatever drew toward us exuded a kindred presence to me. Light flared from the other side, pounding at the wooden gates followed by a soft, masculine voice.

“I can’t come in unless you open.”

Ellana flew down the stairs and yanked the brass rings to wrench the massive wooden doors open. A large soldier stumbled forward – not even aware they already expired – only to fall when two metal daggers sunk into their back with swift, horizontal swipes. As they fell to their knees and toppled over, a young man in patchy leathers wearing a gigantic wide-brimmed hat hunched over barely showing physical signs of exertion. The brim of the hat hid any facial features of the lad giving off a look of mystery that I knew well. My eyes fastened upon the creature in human form.

“I’m Cole.” The young man introduced, coming closer. “I came to warn you. To help. People are coming to hurt you. You probably already know.”

“What is this? What’s going on?” Ellana demanded, all signs of alcohol and joy fled in that accusatory tone.

My magic rippled to the surface pulling me past the boy toward the dark forests into the mountains beyond. Familiar energy. I knew what was on its way toward us before Cole spoke again. At least I didn’t need to leave to search for the Magister now.

“The templars come to kill you--”

“Templars!” Cullen charged in, cutting the boy’s warning short with a snarl. “Is this the Order’s response to our talks with the mages? Attacking blindly?”

Cole hunkered down as the Commander approached, readying to attack if provoked. Fade bled from him lashing around the boy to solidify into twin daggers by his side. He seemed to call them whenever he had need. I stood impassive at the top step, watching the exchange between the three, my interest piqued when the boy turned to point into the shadows directly behind.

I angled my view to see the two figures leading these Red Templars as Cole named them. The one man with red lyrium sprouting from his chest didn’t interest me – a foolish human seeking to end his life in madness. It was the tall, reddish-black darkspawn; the sickening Magister, that brought my gaze to narrow to points. Magic sparked along my fingertips teasing at the old mana floating through the air seeking me. No one else could see the connection unless they carried a great connection to the Fade, but the close proximity chilled me. I drew back into the shadows, passing the line of mages and Inquisition soldiers before anyone might notice the strange phenomenon. Cole’s sharp eyes shot my way and followed me. Curiously, however, he said nothing to either the Commander or the Herald standing beside him.

So… you feel it too, Young One.

Cullen began bolstering the army, tearing the young man’s attention back to them, before unsheathing his sword and trumpeting the attack. Ellana made her way to Varric and Cassandra to debrief the situation. I rose and casually walked over to meet them.

Corypheus comes a calling.

Shut it, Wolf!

I – it – laughed in response for a few seconds and then went silent. Sometimes I truly felt like two different dualities in one body. Foolish as that sounded even to my ears; if that were the case it would make ignoring the Dread Wolf much easier. Honestly, the truth was more complicated.

As I neared, Ellana gave me a fleeting smile, informing us that we were heading to guard the trebuchets.

. . .

The second trebuchet went up in a blaze of glory, burying a large portion of the attacking army. Overhead, the enemy sounded the horn of retreat and the Inquisition soldiers threw up cries of joy. Though my initial reaction was to join them, I knew Corypheus wasn’t about to give up so easily. Not after he survived unlocking my orb; doing so would be a pathetic way to end.

A shadow flew through the pale moon releasing a deafening roar and belch of fire. Flames slammed into the trebuchet, sending us back in an explosion of burning wood and metal. I rolled onto my side feeling a multitude of tender skin along my body that would most likely bruise the coming morning. Picking myself up, I dusted the debris from my mage robes and check to see nothing actually broke from the fall.

“That’s not possible!” I called out as the dragon circled back to us. Fenedhis lasa! He has a dragon under his command!

“Everyone to the gates!” Ellana ordered and shot toward Haven.

We passed the open gates – stopping only to break the boxes blocking the front door to Harrit’s house – with the dragon flying close at our heels as Cullen urged everyone through. Slamming shut the doors with the dragon overhead, we took the steps two at a time.

“We need everyone in the Chantry.” Cullen commanded then faced the Herald. “It’s the only building that might hold against that… beast. At this point just make them work for it.”

“Let’s get people to safety.” Varric called out.

Hulking soldiers – more beast than human – poured over Haven’s feeble fortifications as if being produced from endless rifts. The Herald barrelled through the Red Templars as a windstorm against unsuspecting tree branches. Her fury propelled each attack, sundering the enemy troops to save the villagers trapped by the crumbling collapse of Haven. Only when each villager was rescued, and sent to wait at the Chantry, did Ellana round us in the building too.

Inside the Chantry, I ducked into the back to quickly check on the elven servants. A particular group huddled in a corner seemingly cowering, but on further inspection each one held a dagger or sword at their side. Determination gleamed in their wild, fury-soaked eyes. We all locked gazes as I drew closer.

“Ser.” Their temporary leader, who I recognized as the first agent I smuggled inside the Inquisition, greeted me with a slight bow of her head. “Everyone is ready to lay down their lives so you might succeed.”

She kept her voice low to prevent anyone not of the order to catch what she told me. I shook my head, placing a hand on her upper arm as if trying to comfort her.

“If at all possible, living is preferred.” I said without hesitation or remorse. “Now search the grounds, halls and holes. We must escape, with Herald or without.”

“What of you, Ser?” The elf frowned.

I nodded to the group, breaking contact and slipping back to the entrance. I go to reclaim my orb, though that wasn’t something my agents needed to know personally.

As I made it back to the Chantry’s front door, I saw Ellana’s haggard face light up.

“Solas, there you are. I didn’t want to leave without you – ah – my best healer by my side.” Ellana grabbed my arm and directed me to where Varric and Cassandra checked their armour and weapons.

The Herald repeated the plan she and Cullen formulated. It was hasty and guaranteed no definite success for survival, but it was a plan of attack. It required a distraction and, naturally, the Herald volunteered us.

“I understand the strategy.” I said, following Ellana back into the bitter snow with Varric and Cassandra in tow. “But I usually avoid drawing this much attention.”

The Red Templars waited for us, proving it a trying fight as we made our way down to the last intact trebuchet. More ambushed us upon arrival, including abominations who were once men. The Blight festering in these former templars’ veins rubbed me wrong, recalling memories of when Andruil – the Evanuris the Dalish named as the Great Hunter – travelled to the Void to hunt, until she too felt as vile as these creatures. It fuelled my thirst to cut them down. Nothing so corrupt should be allowed free reign in Thedas and Elvhenan, and I would see that they never would again.

Our scuffling against the creatures, was quick and brutal, as we laid into all who blocked our objective. As we fought, I kept my eye out for Corypheus. He was here somewhere, I felt the power of my orb drawing closer. When the hulking abomination – largest of all the Red Templars – fell to the ground, we were given a breather.

“Crew the trebuchet.” Cassandra called, pulling her blade from the body of a dispatched templar.

I blasted the last templar on my end to watch as Ellana finished aiming the trebuchet. Cuts along my body pulled and I hissed at the stinging at first.

“Is everyone alright?” Varric asked, plucking crossbow bolts out of the scattered bodies.

“Nothing that some salves can mend.” I muttered with a deep frown that creased my brows as I examined my robes. “My clothing, however, is a different story entirely.”

“Ugh! Again with your tunic, Solas. Would you and Dorian grow up already? You two are as bad as the Circle mages, always complaining about clothing.” Cassandra scrunched her nose and grunted in disgust.

“Apologies, Seeker.” I turned to her with a twitch of my jaw and a look in my eye that caused Varric to start laughing. “I shall have Dorian burn all my clothing and--”

“Move! Now!” Ellana shouted, retreating from the trebuchet in haste.

A shadow of wings flew closer followed up with a stream of fire that rammed into the barrels of powder near the trebuchet. The explosive sent me reeling into the dark, disorienting my senses. Then I hit my head against something cold and solid ripping all consciousness from me.

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So... Solas and Zathrian

I’m replaying Origins because it’s been a while, and I got to the part with the Dalish, and I’ve been noticing the similarities between Solas and Zathrian. Yes, they are both bald elven mages who lived a long time. But no, go deeper than that.

Zathrian talks about the pain he carries, how he’s lived for so long that pain has become ingrained in him, and he’s not certain he’s even capable of letting it go anymore.

And there’s a conversation between Solas and Cole to similar effect:

Cole: You are quiet, Solas. I don’t hear your hurt as much. Your song is softer, subtler, not silent but still.

Solas: How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence.

And that’s just really interesting to me, personally. And then I’m watching the cutscene between Zathrian and The Lady and I notice something else.

You know that scene in Inquisition where Solas leads you to Skyhold and he always has the same staff no matter what you have him equipped with?

And I’ve always thought that was strange. Why would the devs to that? Like, “We need him to have this staff in this scene. No, we’re not going to tell you why. Just do it.”

GUYS! IT’S ZATHRIANS FUCKING STAFF!

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In Your Heart Shall Burn.

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