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[arlathvhen]

Beleth's patience continues through the disbelieving look Solas shoots her, an easy thing to grant, when he is sounding more and more amenable to her proposition. If he wants to think that he is beyond missing details of another's affections... well. Pride and wisdom can make a stubborn mix. She knows the truth, recalls the baffled look on his face when she pulled him to her.

The pink ears are quite interesting to her, and when Solas admits that the case is not hopeless, she nearly surges up to kiss him silly right there. It's hard to beat back the flood of relief, when there are still matters to discuss, delicate things that must be handled with all the care that one would treat a heart.

"I confirmed it with him, before I sought you out. I had suspicions... but I thought it wise to make sure that I was not being egotistical, seeing affection that did not exist. It would be... unpleasant, I felt, to speak with you about this, and then find out that I had been mistaken." Humiliating, more like. In front of two men she admired greatly. She could think of deaths she would find more enviable.

She pulls his hands up to her lips, presses another kiss to them, then another. "I could hardly blame anyone for finding you desirable, of course. He was quick to admit it, though again, he thought the cause long lost. I think if the two of us explain to him that his affections are not as unrequited as he had assumed, then..." She pauses at that, and reaches up, to give Solas' cheek a kiss.

"It won't be the easiest path, perhaps, but it will be worth it. The three of us will see it through."

[goethbeforethefall]

Solas feels a terrible, glorious thrill at her words, at her clear elation. It is a risk that somehow feels greater and more personal than any mighty work of magic he has worked thus far: to love, and be loved by a friend. A ridiculous notion; he turns his head, when she bids him lean that she might kiss him, and returns the gesture with no insignificant passion.

She is beautiful, and her heart is overful; how can he not wish to heap it still higher, and bask in the warmth and glow of her? She is his sun, and all that makes life outside the Fade worth living.

"Ar lath ma," He whispers, his arms around her waist, voice soft and private, "Whatever we do, we do as one. I will speak with Felassan. And then... we will go forward. Together."