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[arlathvhen]

[ She'd been starting to wonder, through her explanation--if she'd pressed too far, if she'd pushed over the line, if she'd gotten too intense, too much. But then, her back hits the mattress with a soft thump, and Solas' body covers her own, his expression just as vehement as she had worried she'd been. It's enough to already start her heart racing, then he kisses her, and any worries she had are blown away.

His heat burns her again, but this time, the fire does not smolder away. When he pulls away, she has to struggle to catch her breath, to catch her control, which has fled away from her. It feels, then, like something has finally clicked for him.

He believes her. He accepts that she loves him, and that she can not be dissuaded on the matter. Her blood is pounding in her ears (and traveling to other, more interesting places), and she grabs him. Her love. Her wonderful, kind, incredible beloved, that she would leave all that she was and could have been, to stay with him. And he seems to have finally accepted it. ]

I can think of something that does not involve words.

[ Then she kisses him again, hard. There had been plans she'd made, even for this, both in Thedas, and when they had come here. To give it time, to get to relearn each other. But she loves him, and it feels like he finally accepts that, and she is burning for him. Her body arches up, in case Solas has not quite grasped the meaning of her words, one leg brushing against his. She wants, in a way she has never truly understood in other people. It is a fascinating enlightenment. ]

[goethbeforethefall]

[So rapidly does she go from the profound to the profane that he has to laugh and draw her up into him, acquiescing to the unspoken demand with an eager will. The blankets are a rough wool and smooth linen, and he rolls them both so that in the next breath they are tumbling down not onto pillow and mattress, but down and down and down again, into the Fade itself...

And there is waiting a crystal lake, moss-soft, hazy with memory, and a brighter way than the unkind past.]

[goethbeforethefall]

[Morning comes, the day after their shared dreamscape, and Caldera's sun flings a shaft of pale gold through the gap in the curtains. The room is small and snug, wood-floored, and wood-paneled, like most accommodations of the Dryad peoples. Solas wakes by inches, rising up from the fade like an idle bubble, coming to the surface.

He opens his eyes and the joy and beauty of her is an unlooked-for miracle. She is close, so close indeed that he can feel the warmth of her body all along his side and shoulder. Peace is a daydream that washes over Solas with all the force of the tides, and he can only reach out in dumb wonder, to brush tender fingertips against her cheek. He smiles for her, as she wakes, soft-edged and beatific.]

Good morning, Vhenan.

[arlathvhen]

[ It is an odd feeling, to have been conscious in your dreams, then pulled into the waking world, still just as aware. Is this how it felt to be a mage? Go from consciousness in the Fade to consciousness in real life? She doesn't know that she cares for the sensation. It still surprises her, a little, when she awakes, and sees the humble bedroom of their apartment, rather than the lush trappings of her rooms in Val Royeux. But even if she mourned the loss of fine silk curtains, there is one thing here that outstrips any luxury that Leliana could give her.

She turns to face Solas, a soft smile growing on her lips as she soaks in his touch. ]

You're here.

[ He has occupied many of her dreams, though it was hard to tell if any were the real man, lurking in the background, and which were the yearnings of a broken heart. But in all of them, he'd been gone when she'd awoken. ]

I hope you had a good sleep.

[goethbeforethefall]

[He says nothing, neither to confirm nor deny her hope, but the gentle stroke of his thumb across her cheekbone and the slight widening of his smile are enough. Oh, but she is so beautiful, the shine of joy in her, and the way the light lays gentle on a willful curl across her brow, rendering it in auburn and gold. Her voice, so soft and dear, and close at hand.

He thought his heart would burst, merely to look at her. And this, this was merely the first time, the first morning when they woke up together, like this. How many more would he have with her?]

I am. [He whispers, and shifts a few inches closer, not even to kiss, but merely to be closer, and to see her better still.] How do you feel?

[arlathvhen]

[ She feels soft. The lighting, beams across her, the smile on her face, the feeling in her heart as she looks up at him, they are all as soft as a cloud, but so much more real. She feels happy, too. More than she thought possible. Years of pining and yearning, planning and plotting. Going to sleep and waking up in a cold bed, hoping that one day soon, the threads she wove would come together into a tapestry where they could finally be together.

And here he is.

Still heavy with sleep, her hand goes up to his that caresses her, gently brushing fingers against him. ]

Like I could freeze time, for I cannot imagine a time when I could be happier than I am now.

[goethbeforethefall]

[It feels silly, bordering on idiotic, to do nothing more than to lie there and smile stupidly at her in the wake of such a sentiment. But it's all he can manage for a long minute or two. It is all just so perfect; the warmth of the bed, and her weight so near-by, the soft contented expression, the tenderness in her touch.

More than he deserves, and so terribly, utterly wrong, to be lying here and loving her, when all the while he is still planning to...

Solas closes his eyes, and sighs again. There is never any peace, is there? Not while the work is undone. And yet, one morning, well-warned, can make no difference. Be at peace, be at peace; you owe her this much, at least.]

Ar lath ma, emma'nehn.