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[goethbeforethefall]

[Solas is helpless but to laugh under her assault, but then he bends to the invitation it provides with a will, as once he did in simpler time. Arms clutching, waist and rump and the tip-back of her balance, he is abruptly lost in the taste and warmth and weight of her.]

My heart... [The endearment is in their shared breath.] I have missed you.

[And, as if to prove it, he kisses her again, tender and fierce and altogether lost in her, pulling back only to admire her then, the beauty of her face, the grace of her spirit. It is as pragmatic as a drawn blade, and as shining.]

You deserve time. At the very least, you deserve some measure of apology; Felassan knows what it is to lose kin, and learn of it only too late. If you will forgive, I cannot stop you. [He has tried before, forever unsuccessfully— as lovely and righteous as Beleth's vengeance cuts, she has never wielded that blade for her own satisfaction, only to serve what was right.] But he will not believe absolution that is without some cost. You have every right to your anger, to your grief. Let him see it.

[arlathvhen]

[ She could live here forever, tucked up against Solas, his arms folded around her, his warmth and solidness encasing her. And she is helpless to do anything but return the deluge of affection and love that he pours into her. His kisses are returned with fervor, and when he pulls away, she clutches to him, content and already beginning to feel the chill chased away. ]

I missed you, as well.

[ And she listens to him speaking, thoughtful and contemplative. ]

Well, he is not the first to come to me with guilt in his heart, and request a penance to relieve it.

[ Though normally, it's in the role of Inquisitor, not significant other. ]

I do not know what absolution could be given, especially while we are within Caldera. In Thedas, I could ask him to help other clans, or do something in remembrance of the clan that perished. Planting their grave trees... but I don't know what can be done here, and now.

I am not used to letting others see me like that. [ Righteous anger, occasionally, but the Inquisitor must control her emotions, carefully wound and only revealed as is useful to the situation. ] But -- I'll try.

[goethbeforethefall]

He loves you. [Solas says it quietly, but without fanfare, in that calm way that he pronounces simple truths. The sky is blue, the grass green, and Beleth Lavellan is loved.] When first I loved you, I wished for nothing so much as to know you better. All your rages, and fears. The ways you would choose. Your laughter as well as your sorrow.

[There is an errant curl of hair, and rather than correct it, Solas bends to lean his head against hers, so that it brushes his own brow as well, as he holds her close.]

You are not the Inquisitor, here. [Not in his arms, not in this house, not in all of Caldera, or further still, if she wills it. Solas will not permit Beleth to be chained against her will, by titles and power.] Not unless you choose to be.

[arlathvhen]

I don't make that easy, do I? Ir abelas, it is not... something I am used to doing. I suppose all three of us are learning to... reveal things. [ Beleth's secrets may not have been quite as dire as her two lovers, but she has always been someone to keep things close to her chest. ] But at least we have plenty of time.

[ She closes her eyes then, brow and body pressed against Solas. She had never thought to rage against the time given to a mortal before, but with the idea of being able to do this for the next thousand years, and beyond -- the idea is almost dizzying. ]

I... am ready to just be myself, now. I was many things to many people for a long time. I'm ready to be Beleth. Which... I suppose means that people will do things that upset me, and I will have to tell them so.

[goethbeforethefall]

To love you is the easiest thing I have ever done. My heart opened to you against all sense and logic, and I denied for fear of that ease; you could so easily have destroyed me.

[It had not been easy, in the end, but far easier than anyone ever before, in truth. By words alone had he been tamed; no whip nor chain nor fierce magic and thread of violence could cause him to willingly bend to the work. But she had, she and her agents, her plans, and her preparations.

As he had always known she would.]

If you wish to maintain your reticent facade, I will guard it with you: var lath vir suledin. But you deserve freedom from such things, if you can bear it.