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[arlathvhen]

There is an attempt on Beleth's part, to try to school her expression. Solas has delivered no form decision, and to be so obviously pleased by his statement would walk back her declaration -- for surely him seeing her gladness at his desire to see the child would serve as a kind of silent pressure, however unintentional.

It's just as well that she finds something new to focus on, as she takes Solas' hand, rises to her feet, and turns to face the way home. It is then that she remembers that she is wearing little but ribbon and lace, some distance from the privacy their home promises. Well... at least there is always the halla, able to neatly solve both the problem of her expression, and of her semi-nudity.

And then it is a quick journey, to the house, then the bed, wrapping her arms around Solas as they are pulled into the Fade.

They stand in the Fade -- the Fade of Thedas, or Caldera's facimile of one, as close as this version can get to mimicking it. And before them, as in the orb's vision, stood Beleth, sandwiched on either end by Solas and Felassan. But it is, of course, the bundle in the sling across her chest that draws the eye, a little chubby hand appearing as a tiny voice fusses. As before, it is Felassan that draws the infant out of the sling, holding a flower to the child. And it is Solas who plucks the baby away as Beleth immediately starts scolding him.

The infant is of a skin tone between Solas and Beleth, lightly tanned, with wispy hair, and a healthy chubbiness to them. But it is the eyes that stand out -- the cherubic face turns, and vivid purple eyes are as clear as anything, staring directly at the two observers. The others carry on, oblivious to the dreamers.

[goethbeforethefall]

It is, Solas thinks, a charming lie. But like all artistic endeavors, this holds a core of the truth, one he knows for fact the moment he hears Beleth breath in the Fade's facsimile of air between them.

They will have a child. If it is not this precise child, it will still be so like as to mean no difference. They will raise the babe not in the physical world, but in the Fade, where they will be born of its eddies, and washed in every heartbeat by the endless currents of dream and emotion, power and life.

And he knows, with all the terrible, undeniable force of his very physical body, that that is what will give him the strength to complete the great task: to clear the Blight, to rescue Felassan.

This moment. That child. Those small, violet eyes peering back at them from some unnamed future. He cannot blame Beleth for wanting it; it carries the force of the inevitable.

"Oh," He says softly, and for a moment or two is more vulnerable than he has been since his own first breaths, reach forward by instinct as if to touch that tiny hand, "I see."

He wants that future... And so does she.

"...I..." Solas hesitates, turning away, "I... have never been a father. Nor a parent of any kind. Occasionally, a teacher, but I am told me methods... are harsh. Are you sure, Vhenan?"

Not that this was what she wanted, of course. He understands now, her heart-deep passion for this. But with him? Will he not ruin such a small and fragile life?

[arlathvhen]

In the dream, the three adults don't acknowledge the two of them. They seem almost frozen in place, slightly faded into the background. Beleth's focus is on the child, who peers at the two dreamers curiously, just as they had seemed to see her through the orb. Slowly, the baby reaches out, to met Solas' hand, and grab his finger.

And Beleth wants it. Watching Solas look upon the baby, and the baby stares back at him, unafraid. That baby seeing what Beleth sees every time she looks at Solas -- so much more than all of his titles, he is the man that she loves. He is her beloved. And she wants this proof of their love, a life they create together, wholly separate and more wonderful than either of them.

Slowly, she steps forward, reaches up to touch Solas' face, run her fingers down his jaw, then cup his cheek. Her smile is as full of love and gentleness as she is capable of. "You are a good husband, and you will be a good father. There is so much love in you, Sileal. And you deserve all the unconditional love that will be yours in turn. Neither will you be alone... between the three of us," And her eyes move across the adult figures, eyes all locked on the child, "I'm sure we'll figure it out, together."

They will. Whether or not Cordelia's orb was true hardly matters. It is the future that they desire, and between the three of them, what could possibly stop them from grasping it?

[goethbeforethefall]

He allows the touch, allows himself to be turned away, held close, and embraced. For a moment, everything in him wishes to rebel; to declare it all foolish, unknowable, impossible. But Wisdom wins out: what was the use? She was right. The fact that he wanted her to be right did not make it less true.

She declares him full of love and he feels himself a creature bound up entirely in uncertainty and fear, a broken figure of grief and regret.

But her faith in him has never wavered. He sighs, and bends his face against her hand, dropping his head forward in agreement. Yes. Yes, he will master his fear and forge ahead once more— had he not done so once already? It made no difference if it was into the Fade itself, or to this strange new reality, suffused in beauty and love. If anyone threatened them, his family, he would show them a Dread Wolf indeed...

"Var lath vir suledin," He whispers, almost in recognition. Her words, his wistful desire; if they commit to this path, it will be made true, "Ar lath ma, Vhenan."

[arlathvhen]

As he leans into her hand, Beleth moves until there is barely a breath's width between their bodies, her other hand wrapping around his body (he's gotten some weight on him, she thinks with pleasure, since he came back to Caldera. He'll gain more if she has it her way.), and closing what distance there had been. Her head rests against his chest as she looks up at him, still cradling his face.

"And I, you." She whispers to him, then gives a long, happy sigh. Content -- that is how she feels. Content in the world and her life. Wrapped around her heart, loved and loving. It hardly matters when this baby will come about: what matters is that it will, some day, and that Solas will be there for it, and happy that it has happened.

It's almost a strange feeling. To be so pleased with everything, with how it has all turned out.

"Kissing you in that dream, so long ago, was the best thing to ever happen to me." She tells him, voice only slightly muffled in his chest. "I love you so much, Sileal."