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goethbeforethefall) wrote2025-01-01 04:41 pm
goethbeforethefall) wrote2025-01-01 04:41 pm
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He wants... He wants this. This moment, just like this. His hands on her hips, crude mirror to a dancer's stance. He wants her weight over his thighs, her laughing mouth slanted over his own, and the tender press of her body against his, flush from belly to breasts. Her arms cradling his face, so near.
He wants this. This for a thousand years would not be enough. He wants her to stay, to stay with him always. To never have to fear the day, inevitable and swiftly approaching, when she would be gone. When he would never again say her name, except to speak of the past.
"I wish for you to stay," He admits, helplessly, "I have run from you. I have... destroyed much, and all my plans come apart. I want to save you. I want you to stay. Even if you never loved me, Vhenan'ara, ma arla'ema. When I am here, like this with you... I am home."
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Her fingers rise to his face, gently tracing each dip and rise on his skin, each wrinkle of worry, his proud, strong nose, his soft lips, too often turned in a frown. She traces him like she wants to memorize the feel, like she wishes to recall every inch of him by touch alone. Only when she is satisfied do her hands move to cup his jaw, thumbs gently brushing his cheeks.
"I have no gods left to swear to, so I can only swear upon myself. I love you beyond measure, beyond time and space. And I will not let any of those stand between us. Sileal, I am yours, as much as you are mine, and nothing will part us, until time and all worlds cease to be. And even then, perhaps, when all is void, my hand will still find yours, and we will walk it together."
And then she kisses him, as deeply and thoroughly as she is capable of.
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Solas is not given to trust, either to indulging in it, nor to embodying it. But he catches his breath in the light of faith and, all unwilling, he believes her.
If all that is good and wicked in the world shall come to pass, whatever happens, they will go together into the dark. She will not leave him. Impossible truth, impossible future: that a mortal should arise to this power. That he should be overmastered by such fancies.
But the gods had all fallen, been cast down by her own hand, or by her proxies. Even his cleverness and power, his own long plans had been seen and undone. If a mere and rude Dalish nobody could arise to the seat of Inquisitor, then why could she not take the reigns of the world itself, and shift it all to save him?
He believes her.
In a few hours, or a day, cynicism will regain its footing, his own doubts creep in, the teeth of self-loathing find his throat once again... but for now, he believes her, and in terrible, heart-cutting joy Solas surges up into the kiss with his arms rising to meet her.
"Yes," He whispers, momentarily breathless and exultant, shining with joy, "Yes, Vhenan. Let it be so."
Let him keep her, this one shining thing. The only good left in his life, the one person worth living for. Oh yes.
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Since they first met in Caldera, on that snowy, chilly day, when he stared at her like she was his greatest hope and fear both alighting down to torment him, and she realized that he did not recall anything that happened between them in those last hours, she knew that the task of convincing him would not be an easy one. She is one person, a sole woman, without Mythal, or Morrigan, and Rook was not in a cooperative mood. How could she convince him to lay aside his campaign and come to her, when in ten years, she'd been unable to do so?
She has told him what she knows, and what she has seen. She laid out the plans of her allies, so that he could not trip over them, and the only path for them would be to help her save him. And sometimes, it felt like he could see it, see the future that she told him of. Then something would happen -- his regrets, his fears, his duty too great a burden. So it might be, now. But she has to hope, and she has to enjoy when she sees the belief on his face.
And the love, which is always there, when his face is turned towards her. She will never stop enjoying that.
And he is kissing her, and she can taste that hope, that faith, and that love on his lips, and she returns it as best she can, sinking into his arms. Even if it's just temporary for now -- it will become permanent, in time. She has seen it. And she thinks to the orb, to the picture of him holding that little baby, placing a kiss on its forehead.
They will be happy, together. It is the only option she will brook.
"It will be." She tells him, with the confidence of knowing nothing else is possible. "I should sit in your lap more often, if this is how you act when I do it." Both their books are discarded, and she suspects they'll wait a little longer, as she adjusts herself, starting to trail her kisses around his face, lingering near his jaw, and neck.
"Maybe I would not be a good friend, after all. I don't think I'd last very long at not being able to touch you."
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No, his heart was strong, and now that it is safe to do so, Solas revels in it.
"...I can say now with confidence, it is as fascinating an experience as I might have predicted. You grow more skilled with every repetition, and the effect is... breathtaking."
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No more surprise now, of course. She's made her opinions quite soundly known. And when he mentions how breathtaking her skill is, she can't help but look quite pleased with herself.
"I could say the same of you. To hold dominion over the Dread Wolf... or to give myself to him entirely..." That smirk only strengthens as she slips a hand under his shirt. "Either way is thrilling. Though I will say, for as much as I will complain about the book, it did give me an idea or two..."
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It was an enticing thought; Beleth was so controlled, so full of prepossession and care. To see her incoherent, blind with pleasure and exhaustion, utterly spent, unable to do more than weakly protest... only to bend and pull yet more from her weary flesh. Yes, that was a thought, indeed.
"Or perhaps you will yet tame the Dread Wolf, and hold him to heel: all the hounds of Ferelden, put to shame."
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But she has her own weapons.
"I want both. I want it all." She tells him, lips moving to his ear as her fingers toy idly with the band of his pants. "I want you, in every way that two people can be together. We have all the time in the world, my love, and I want to spend no small amount of it trying everything that is there to be tried." It's easy, in this position, to move her arms around to his back, nails gently gliding over the skin there, not quite enough to be called scratching, as she presses herself up against him.
"More than anything else in Thedas or Caldera, I want you."