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[goethbeforethefall]

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[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.