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Maker's breath...

My lord, my liege, the bastard son.

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end-of-the-world meet cute ♡♡♡~

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May the Dread Wolf take you this Valentine's Day?

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Lavellan meets Solas

Spoilers!

The Lost Elf reprise killed me.

I remember one comment on YouTube under the original track. There was a theory that 'The Lost Elf' summarizes the love of Lavellan and Solas, how they “speak” through the melody: she is the violin, and he is the cello.

Yet now it’s slightly different; if you listen closely, you’ll hear that the violin sounds strong, happy and melodic, while in the original, it was broken, miserable, and thin.

The cello solo sets up the narrative, but at the climax, you can finally hear the violin. They 'sing' together in perfect harmony, almost indistinguishable from one another.

I love how music deepens our understanding of the storyline, guiding us further and revealing delicate nuances that add richness and depth to their story.

It’s canon now, it’s their theme.

Also I love how in the beggining Lavellan knew only a few words in Ancient Elven, at the end of the Tresspasser she can form full sentences, and now she speaks Elven fluently. It's a unique thing only for them. She speaks his language, because she knows how important it's to him. Elgar'nan speaks in Common language, yes, because of the Blight, but still. Even Mythal and Solas, in their final conversation, do not speak in Elven.

Lavellan is the only one who accepts him unconditionally. She forgives him when he cannot forgive himself, holds him when he needs it most, and ultimately, she is the one who saves him.

This is the extraordinary journey we’ve been fortunate enough to witness.

Ten years is a long time, but their love will last forever.

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Happy Valentine's day!!! 💘💘💘

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Oh man... Those eyes...

Lucanis Dellamorte

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In that moment I realised I was completely lost.

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Have a l<3vely day!

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Mi alma descansó con esto

it's that shot of his eyes for me tbh

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This broke me

The way he looks at all the friends he's lost

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I almost cried here!

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Linger pt. 3

After

That night, leaving Ellana in Crestwood required all of Solas’ willpower, and if he had lingered next to her for another moment, if he’d let her touch him just once more… he would probably have let everything go and give in into his feelings for her.

                Ever since that night, he knew nothing would be the same. It was the point of no return and he should keep his distance from the inquisitor. And so it was for a few days, until a last-minute expedition came up, and the ones that would go with the choosen of Andraste were Dorian, the Iron Bull and Solas, who was true to his word and would continue helping her prepare for the final battle against Corypheus, despite how painful and difficult it could be. And it was.

                A group of Venatori ambushed the party on their way to Adamant fortress, leaving them rather injured, with no potions and barely able to move around. Without a second thought, Dorian hurried to assist the now Tal-Vashoth, with whom he appeared to have a more than friendly relationship for a couple weeks now. The situation, left Ellana and her warrior strength wit no other choice but to help Solas walk.

And so, they both allowed themselves to linger so close to each other for one last time, having the perfect excuse to touch once again. The mage’s arm around the girl’s shoulder, while she held him by the waist to have a better grip, in case he was about to fall; his leg was injured and he seemed quite weak.

                As if it was a silent agreement between the two of them, they slowly walked towards the inquisition camp, stretching time as much as they could and prolonging their contact as if it was their las moment together. Ellana enjoyed Solas’ scent, which reminded her of her childhood spent in the woods, but also of the kisses they shared. Meanwhile, he enjoyed feeling her in his arms once again. When they arrived to the camp, they might have lingered like that more than necessary; the inquisitor insisted on taking him to the medical tent, and he didn’t argue.

Dorian was the first one who noticed the sudden change of attitude when both elves’ exchanged gazes. The inquisitor began to avoid walking through the rotunda where Solas usually was, and when she did, they greeted each other with a rather cold demeanor. Both of their glances seemed sad. When she turned her back or when she wasn’t looking, the mage’s eyes lingered on Ellana with nostalgia and longing countenance. Sometimes, it seemed as if the tears that were about to fall from her eyes would remain there forever. As the good friend Dorian was, more often than not, he tried to take her for a walk or sometimes to the tavern in Skyhold, but not before throwing a disproving look towards the elven mage, who was causing the inquisitor so much pain.

Solas’ thoughts were almost a nightmare during those final days. He felt guilty for letting his feelings and desire take over him, and the bitterness that his plans brought along, made his heart harden and his words cold, so methodic and distant when he spoke with the inquisitor, trying not to use her name, much less call her vhenan, to set distance between them.

Uncertainty began to invade Ellana’s mind, without knowing what would happen after defeating Corypheus, what might come next or any future plans. She was still in love with Solas, and she knew he shared her feelings, even though he was good at hiding them, but there was something she could never decipher, at least not in that moment. And it must be something so but and important that would make him end it all and walk away like he did.

Solas became distant, but he also began to frequent Skyhold’s tavern at night to have supper. He only shared the inquisitor’s table when other companions were around, and Cole used to be their secret accomplice when they lingered for a little while after dinner, even when the rest of their friends already left. The lad used his abilities to get into their minds and discovered that, if he was still there, they would have a valid excuse to stay together for a little while. Nevertheless, those nights always came to an end when either Cole or someone else retired for the night, and wo Solas and Ellana’s glances crossed for one last time, their presence wouldn’t linger more than necessary.

They silently said goodbye and one last thought lingered on their minds and hearts: maybe in another world…

Author’s note: This is the final parto of this fanfic. Sorry it took so long to upload the final chapter, I had so many things to finish at work, my studies, and then took a small vacation. But not it’s done. I hope you liked it.

I enjoy the Solavellan romance so muc, even if it break my heart everytime I play the game. There’s just something really appealing to it, and... well, I suppose you feel the same if you’re reading this.

Once again, thanks for reading.

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Linger pt. 3 (español)

Después

Dejar a Ellana esa noche en Crestwood requirió toda la fuerza de voluntad que Solas tenía, y si hubiese permanecido un momento más con ella, si la hubiera dejado tocarlo tan solo una vez más, es probable que hubiese mandado todo al carajo de nuevo y cedido ante sus sentimientos.

Supo que después de esa noche, nada volvería a ser igual; era el momento de no mirar atrás y tomar distancia con la inquisidora. Y así fue por unos días, hasta que surgió una expedición de último minuto, y los escogidos para acompañar a la elegida de Andraste fueron Dorian, Iron Bull y Solas, fiel a su palabra de continuar ayudándola a prepararse para derrotar a Corypheus, a pesar de lo doloroso y difícil que pudiese ser… y lo fue.

                Un grupo de Venatori los emboscó en su camino hacia la fortaleza de Adamant, dejándolos heridos, sin pociones y con dificultad para moverse. Sin dudarlo un momento, Dorian se encargó de asistir al ahora Tal-Vashoth, con quien parecía mantener una relación más que amigable desde hacía un par de semanas, dejando a Ellana, con su gran fortaleza de guerrera a cargo de ayudar a Solas a caminar.

                Y así, por una última vez ambos se permitirían estar en contacto, teniendo una excusa para tocarse una vez más. El brazo del mago sobre los hombros de la chica, mientras ella lo rodeaba por la cintura y tener un mejor soporte, en caso de que él estuviese en peligro de caer; su pierna había sido lastimada y parecía casi no tener fuerzas.

                Como si fuese un acuerdo silencioso entre los dos, caminaron muy lentamente hacia el campamento de la inquisición, alargando el tiempo lo más que pudieron y prolongando su contacto como si fuera el último momento. Ellana disfrutó del aroma de Solas, que le recordaba a su infancia en los bosques y los besos que compartieron, mientras él gozó el tenerla de alguna forma entre sus brazos otra vez. Al llegar al campamento, quizás permanecieron así un poco más de lo necesario, la inquisidora insistiendo en llevarlo hasta la tienda del médico, y él sin protestar al respecto.

Dorian fue el primero en notar el cambio en las miradas intercambiadas por los dos elfos. La inquisidora evitaba pasar por la sala de los frescos pintados por Solas, y cuando lo hacía, se saludaban con cierta frialdad, sendas miradas tristes. Cuando ella estaba de espaldas o no lo veía, los ojos del elfo permanecían sobre Ellana con un semblante de nostalgia y anhelo. A veces parecía que las lágrimas a punto de salir permanecerían para siempre en los ojos de la chica, y como buen amigo, Dorian procuraba llevarla a la taberna de Skyhold, o a dar un paseo para distraerla, no sin antes lanzarle una mirada de desaprobación al otro mago, por ser el causante de tanto dolor.

                Los pensamientos de Solas parecían una pesadilla durante esos últimos días. Se sintió culpable por haberse dejado llevar por sus sentimientos y deseos, la amargura que le producían sus planes lo hizo endurecer su corazón y enfriar sus palabras, metódicas y distantes cuando hablaba con la inquisidora, intentando no usar más su nombre para crear distancia entre ellos.

                La incertidumbre comenzó a invadir la mente de Ellana, sin saber qué ocurría después de derrotar a Corypheus, lo que seguiría, y sus planes futuros. Ella continuaba enamorada de Solas, y sabía que él, aunque fuese muy bueno escondiéndolo, compartía sus sentimientos, pero había algo más que nunca pudo descifrar. Al menos no en ese momento; algo lo suficientemente grande como para terminar con todo y alejarse como lo hizo.

                Solas se alejó de ella, pero comenzó a frecuentar la taberna de Skyhold por la noche para cenar algo antes de dormir. Compartía la mesa con la inquisidora sólo cuando estaban presentes los demás compañeros  y  Cole solía ser cómplice de ambos cuando permanecían por más tiempo en la mesa, inclusive cuando los demás ya se habían ido. Utilizaba sus habilidades para entrar en sus mentes y saber que, si él estaba ahí, tendrían una justificación válida para permanecer juntos por más tiempo. Sin embargo, todo llegaba a su fin. Cuando Cole o el último de los compañeros decía buenas noches, las miradas de Solas y Ellana se cruzaban por última vez, su presencia no se mantendría por más tiempo del necesario. En silencio se despedían y un último pensamiento permanecería dentro de sus mentes y corazones: quizás en otro mundo…

Notas de la autora:

Por fin subí el último capítulo. Disculpw la demora, tuve muchos pendientes de la vida cotidiana y después tomé unas pequeñas vacaciones, pero por fin aquí está la última parte.

Espero te haya gustado esta corta historia. Me encanta el romance Solavellan, el toque dramático, apasionado y romántico que tiene es mi perdición, y supongo que si estás leyendo esto, tienes un sentimiento similar.

Muchas gracias por leerme.

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Linger pt2

While

Everything changed since that kiss in the fade. Although Solas decided to avoid the topic, and the inquisitor respected his decision by avoiding deliberate physical contact, the flirtations continued. And it was mutual; it was something neither of them made an effort to avoid. Perhaps because they didn’t want to give it much thought, or simply because they knew in the end, they would give into the temptation of being together.

                That encounter in the balcony meant quite the change; for Ellana, it was a victory over the sexual and romantic tension between them, and for Solas, a fracture in his determination to atone for his past mistakes, but at the same time, it was something he didn’t have the strength to resist, even knowing it would be better on the long run. And so, he gave in to her, to her passionate kisses and accepted his own feelings.

                Since that moment, their thoughts remained in constant connection, thinking about each other; something they both considered somehow natural: Solas trying to focus on his readings, thoughts and plans, and the inquisitor sneaking into his mind, for better and for worse; thinking about her, thinking about the peace that being with her brought him, as well as the guilt and pain he felt when he remembered his plans, which would made it impossible to remain by her side… or perhaps… a possibility that his thoughts persisted in making possible.

                As for her, inquisitor Lavellan’s thoughts lingered on Solas, particularly during the missions he didn’t attend, when she felt lonely, or even when her mind, unconsciously, reached out for him before falling asleep, hoping for another date in the fade.

                And when they were both in the party for a mission, their exchange of looks was constant, with complicity and reckoning.

                Their glances lingered on each other unconsciously. Solas’ eyes searched for her constantly in the battlefield, worried about Ellana’s underlying mortality. Looking at her with tenderness when she made fair decisions, and with pride when she put someone mean, taking advantage of all the chaos, in their place. His eyes betrayed him, showing how much he cared for her, and it was obvious to anyone who saw them closely.

                 Ellana constantly glanced at the elven mage, not only when the fought red templars, demons or bandits, but also when they were walking or talking with the rest of the group, with a feeling of comradeship that brought warmth to her heat. There were times when her eyes lingered on Solas for more than necessary, and when she realized it, she tried to act distractedly, as if nothing had happened. In reality, everyone among the inquisitor’s inner circle noticed it. It was an open secret shared by the companions and advisors.

On one occasion, the contact between Ellana’s hands and Solas’ ears and cheeks lingered a little too much, when they were both sitting in a cozy corner in their camp at Emprisse du Lion, waiting for Blackwall and Iron Bull, who had gone looking for something to hunt and more firewood, leaving the two elves guarding the camp.

Maybe the hunting preys were scarce that day, or Iron Bull and Blackwall decided to take the long road, but the alone time spent between Sollas an Ellana seemed to last for hours, talking about everything and nothing, her younger years with clan Lavellan and the tales she heard every night by the campfire. They were both talking while, unknowingly, were getting physically closer. At some point, the girl decided to close the space between them and playfully touch Solas’ ears, who felt a shiver run down his spine after feeling her contact, barely able to silence a soft moan, while she looked at him tenderly, and kept telling him about her adventures with her clan. Both of their legs were constantly touching and she mad small imaginary figures between his ears and nape, leaving a sensation that would linger during the whole time they were both alone, and the mage’s memory for the rest of his life.

                On some occasions, instead of camping in the middle of the woods or outdoors, the party decided to sleep in an inn, just like certain night, when Cole, Sera and Solas were the chosen ones to accompany the inquisitor to Redcliff. During dinner time, Sera’s eye caught the attention of a girl, and then she proceeded to disappear for a couple hours, while Cole went to bed early, giving his roommate the opportunity to dare to visit Ellana’s room, despite de protest that his more rational side constantly demanded of him.  After a while, he suddenly realized he was lingering too much in her room, alone with her, but despite the constant temptation, they both enjoyed their mutual company. Time passed quickly, as if there were only a couple minutes, but it was already very late at night when Solas decided to go back to his room, and ran into Sera on the hall, who was finally going back to her room.

“So, did you do the do with her, or what?” she smirked.

“I beg your pardon?!” he was rather offended for the implications of her comment, although he also knew the situation lent itself to misunderstandings.

“Oh, come on! Even you would know that I mean. I hooked up with that girl to let you two have some alone time together… “

“I… “ he was speechless for a moment.

“Well, I hope it was worth it, because for me, it totally was” and then she burst into a loud laugh, which resounded in the hall and probably woke up some of the people staying in the inn.

“I was a perfect gentleman, if you must know. And now, I must say good night”

And after saying that, Solas walked back to his shared room with Cole, wondering I he lingered with Ellana more than he should have. For how much longer could he maintain his determination and focus?

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Linger 2 (español)

Durante

Todo cambió después del beso en sueños. A pesar de que Solas decidió evitar el tema y ella respetó su decisión, manteniéndose al margen de cualquier contacto físico deliberado, los coqueteos continuaron, y fue algo mutuo; algo que ninguno de los dos se esforzó en evitar. Ta vez por no querer reparar mucho en ello, o simplemente porque sabían que al final cederían a la tentación de estar juntos.

                Aquel encuentro en el balcón fue  un parteaguas, para la inquisidora una victoria sobre la constante tensión sexual y romántica entre ambos, y para Solas, una fractura en su determinación por resarcir sus errores del pasado, pero al mismo tiempo fue algo frente a lo que no tuvo fuerzas para resistir, incluso sabiendo que sería mejor a largo plazo el negarse a ello, sucumbió ante Ellana, ante sus besos y acepto sus sentimientos.

                Desde entonces, sus pensamientos permanecieron en constante conexión, el uno sobre la otra; algo que ambos comenzaron a considerar natural en lo cotidiano: Solas concentrado en sus lecturas, reflexiones y planes, y la inquisidora colándose en sus pensamientos y planes contantemente, para bien y para mal; pensando en ella, la paz que le traía el estar con ella y la culpa junto con el dolor al recordar que sus planes no le permitirían continuar junto a Ellana… ¿o sí? Una posibilidad con la que sus pensamientos persistían en hacer posible.

                Por su parte, los pensamientos de  la inquisidora Lavellan permanecían con Solas, particularmente en las excursiones en la que él no iba, o cuando se sentía sola, e incluso cuando su mente inconscientemente lo buscaba antes de dormir, esperando tener otra cita en sueños.

                Y cuando el grupo designado para la misión los incluía a ambos, su intercambio de miradas era continuo, con complicidad  y constante reconocimiento.

Inconscientemente las miradas del uno hacia el otro eran persistentes. Los ojos de Solas la buscaban constantemente en el campo de batalla, preocupado por la latente mortalidad de la inquisidora, mirándola con ternura cuando actuaba en pro de la justicia y con orgullo cuando ponía en su lugar a alguna persona ruin aprovechándose de la situación. Sus ojos delataban el cariño que sentía hacia ella, y era obvio a los ojos de cualquier persona que lo observara con detenimiento.

                Ellana echaba constantes vistazos hacia él, no sólo mientras luchaban con templarios corruptos, demonios o bandidos, sino cuando caminaban y charlaban con el resto del grupo con un sentimiento de camaradería que reconfortaba su corazón. Había ocasiones en las que sus ojos permanecían sobre Solas por más de lo necesario y cuando se daba cuenta, procuraba actuar distraída, como si nade hubiera ocurrido, pero la realidad era que todos en su grupo más cercano se daban cuenta. Era un secreto a voces que el círculo más cercano a la inquisidora compartia, a pesar de no hablar mucho sobre ello.

                En alguna ocasión, el contacto entre las manos de Ellana con las orejas y la mejilla de Solas duraron más de la cuenta, estando sentados en un rincón acogedor en   Emprise du Lion, esperando por Blackwall y Iron Bull, quienes habían ido en busca de algo para cenar y más leña para hacer una fogata, dejando a los dos elfos montando el campamento en donde pernoctarían ese día.

                Tal vez las presas eran escasas ese día, o Iron Bull y Blackwall decidieron tomar el camino largo, pero el tiempo solos pareció durar horas para Solas y Ellana, quienes conversaron sobre todo y nada a la vez, los años que ella pasó con el clan Lavellan y las historias que contaban todas las noches, mientras ambos se acercaban cada vez más. En algún momento la chica se decidió a cerrar el espacio entre ellos  y juguetear con las orejas de Solas, quien sintió un estremecimiento recorrer su espina dorsal tras su contacto, apenas callando un ligero gemido, mientras ella lo miraba con ternura y continuaba contándole sobre las aventuras con su clan. Las piernas de ambos rozándose constantemente y ella haciendo pequeñas figuras de fantasía entre la oreja de Solas y su cuello, en un contacto que perduraría por el tiempo que estuvieron solos, y en la memoria del elfo por el resto de su vida.

                En algunas ocasiones, en vez de acampar en medio del bosque o la intemperie, el grupo de la inquisidora optaba por dormir en la posada de alguna villa, justo como ocurrió cierto día, cuando Cole, Sera y Solas la acompañaron en una misión a Redcliff. Durante la cena en la taberna, Sera pareció interesarse en una chica del lugar y desaparecería por varias horas, mientras Cole se retiró a dormir temprano, dándole la oportunidad a su compañero de cuarto de atreverse a visitar la habitación de Ellana, a pesar de las protestas que su lado más racional le reclamaba constantemente.            De pronto, supo que permaneció mucho tiempo en esa habitación, solo con la elfo, y a pesar de la tentación constante, ambos disfrutaron de su mutua y placentera compañía. El tiempo pasó rápido, como si hubiesen sido apenas minutos, pero ya era entrada la madrugada cuando Solas decidiría regresara su habitación, encontrándose a Sera en el pasillo, finalmente de regreso.

-¿Y bien? ¿tuviste suerte esta noche? ¿la inquisidora tendrá problemas para caminar mañana?

-¿Disculpa? – Solas no estuvo seguro de qué le parecía más ofensivo, si las implicaciones detrás de las palabras de Sera, o la sonrisa cínica en su rostro.

-¡Oh vamos! Incluso tú sabes a qué me refiero… me enredé con esa chica para que ustedes tuvieran un poco de privacidad…

-Oh… yo… -dudó por un momento.

-Pues, espero que haya valido la pena, porque para mí lo valió totalmente- la peculiar risa de Sera resonó por el pasillo, probablemente despertando a algunos huéspedes de la taberna.

-Ante todo, soy un caballero, si es que te interesa tanto. Buenas noches

Y con ello, Solas caminó hacia su habitación compartida con Cole, preguntándose si permaneció más de la cuenta con Ellana. ¿Cuánto más podría mantener su determinación y entereza?

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Linger

Author’s notes:

This is my first inquisition fanfiction, and I finally got enough courage to write about Sollavelan, my favorite ship. I hope you like it.

Please, consider that in this story, Lavellan is a warrior and I used the standard name given by the game: Ellana. Also, I came up with the general concept of the story with the song Linger by the Cranberries, although it’s no necessarily an ost or a songfic, but the melody could set the mood.

Enjoy!

Before

Chaos, destruction, uncertainty and fear was what the breach in the veil caused, not only in Thedas, but the rest of the world as well, along with its inhabitants. The world had never faced such catastrophe before, which is saying a lot in a realty where the blight, demons and wars are constant worries.

It seemed that it actually was the end of the world, and in the middle of all confusion, Ellana Lavellan was surprised, while fighting for her life along with Cassandra, by a hand firmly holding her wrist.

“Quickly, before more come through!” with an urgent voice, an elf that she had never seen before took her hand, pointing it towards the rift above them. Everything happened so fast, that the only thing Ellana remembers from that moment, was the tickling in her hand when she closed the rift.  That and the elf’s gaze: Solas, whose eyes conveyed peace and certainty.

                She was confused; how could she had closed the rift when she was no mage?

Solas’ theory turned out to be quite convincing and his kind attitude towards Ellana transmitted her trust. That was the exact moment when her interest towards the apostate began, and without knowing it, she had the same effect on him.

                In retrospective, it’s possible that the inquisitor romanticized the memories of their first meeting, but she is still pretty sure that, the moment their eyes met, her heart beat faster.

                At first, Solas was rather private and wary with everyone around him, including Ellana, but slowly, the mage got a pleasant surprise when he found out she was genuinely interested in what he had to say, his experiences in the fade, his dreams and elven ancient history, and without noticing, he began to see her differently.

                In many occasions he caught himself looking at her, when his eyes lingered more than necessary on her expression when she spoke or thought carefully about something; her hair moving while she fought or the wind made it dance exquisitely, or even her figure when she walked in front of him during expeditions, and when she casually passed by his post in Haven, heading to talk with Dorian, smoothly wiggling her hips, so attractive in his eyes. Sometimes he felt rather disappointed when he realized he was not the one she was coming to see… at last at first.

                Lavellan tried to be as discreet as possible, deliberately avoiding looking at Solas when he walked around Haven, or during a mission in Redcliff or Creestwood, but when she spoke with him, it was impossible to not notice the freckles on his nose or the was his eyes lightened when he talked about the veil, not to mention his smile, which she unconsciously imitated when she saw it, doing her best efforts to not let her eyes linger too much on his lips.

                And all those glances didn’t go unnoticed by Varric, who as a good writer, took note of all those longing gazes, full of desire and flirt, despite their best efforts to not being so obvious with their persisting eyes, always on each other.

For Solas, Ellana Lavellan was a thought that used to slip into his mind during the most inconvenient times: before falling asleep, while he was taking a hike or even traveling in the fade, imagining that maybe someday he could show her those places he visited during his dreams, ruins that told wonderful stories of the past, images lost in time, which could get a different meaning with her company.

On the other hand, she constantly thought about new and interesting questions for him, so she could listen to his voice and tales, wondering what could be interesting for him or a way to get his attention; a small distraction in the middle of all that was happening in Thedas.

Later came the innocent and accidental touches, when one of them passed next to the other too close during a hike in the woods and their hands brushed for an instant that lingered too much, or when one of them needed a potion and their fingers briefly met, both elves trying to make the moment last for as long as they could, until one afternoon after closing a rift with particularly violent and vicious demons, Solas ended up hurt. Being at least a day away from the next village, without enough healing items and him being the only mage in the party, everyone had to tend to their wounds without the help of magic.

Once the camp was set, Cassandra and Varric took care of their own wounds on their legs and arms, while Ellana took care of Solas, who apparently had a deep cut on his back. At first, she was worried about how bad the wound could be, but when the mage took off his tunic and shirt, she immediately wanted to run her fingertips along his back. With slow movements, she cleaned the injury and when it stopped bleeding, she made sure to apply an ointment that could inhibit the pain, her fingers softly touching the mage’s skin, feeling the warmth on his back, which she though was the result of the wound and the pain he was feeling. Nevertheless, the truth was different. Solas shivered very time the other elf’s fingers softly touched his shoulder and upper back, forgetting about the pain for a moment and enjoying her touch, careful and delicate.

He was sure his blush showed on his face and ears, and was silently grateful their companions were rather busy patching up their own wounds and cuts. He wished the contact with the girl continued longer. Solas enjoyed every chill and goose bump he felt, keeping it in his memory forever, while she tried to make the moment last for as long as she could, her fingers lingering on his back.

One night, it was Ellana’s turn to watch over the camp, while the rest of the party slept, but the presence of the elven apostate remained until very late hours, next to her and the fire. He didn’t take his turn to sleep, exchanging it for the chance to enjoy the girl’s company. And then he thought he was unnecessarily lingering there, with her. A luxury he could enjoy once in a while, appeasing his fears of loneliness.