A Rose's mind.

And so, they both allowed themselves to linger so close to each other for one last time, having the perfect excuse to touch once again. The mage’s arm around the girl’s shoulder, while she held him by the waist to have a better grip, in case he was about to fall; his leg was injured and he seemed quite weak.

                As if it was a silent agreement between the two of them, they slowly walked towards the inquisition camp, stretching time as much as they could and prolonging their contact as if it was their las moment together. Ellana enjoyed Solas’ scent, which reminded her of her childhood spent in the woods, but also of the kisses they shared. Meanwhile, he enjoyed feeling her in his arms once again. When they arrived to the camp, they might have lingered like that more than necessary; the inquisitor insisted on taking him to the medical tent, and he didn’t argue.

Dorian was the first one who noticed the sudden change of attitude when both elves’ exchanged gazes. The inquisitor began to avoid walking through the rotunda where Solas usually was, and when she did, they greeted each other with a rather cold demeanor. Both of their glances seemed sad. When she turned her back or when she wasn’t looking, the mage’s eyes lingered on Ellana with nostalgia and longing countenance. Sometimes, it seemed as if the tears that were about to fall from her eyes would remain there forever. As the good friend Dorian was, more often than not, he tried to take her for a walk or sometimes to the tavern in Skyhold, but not before throwing a disproving look towards the elven mage, who was causing the inquisitor so much pain.

Solas’ thoughts were almost a nightmare during those final days. He felt guilty for letting his feelings and desire take over him, and the bitterness that his plans brought along, made his heart harden and his words cold, so methodic and distant when he spoke with the inquisitor, trying not to use her name, much less call her vhenan, to set distance between them.

Uncertainty began to invade Ellana’s mind, without knowing what would happen after defeating Corypheus, what might come next or any future plans. She was still in love with Solas, and she knew he shared her feelings, even though he was good at hiding them, but there was something she could never decipher, at least not in that moment. And it must be something so but and important that would make him end it all and walk away like he did.

Solas became distant, but he also began to frequent Skyhold’s tavern at night to have supper. He only shared the inquisitor’s table when other companions were around, and Cole used to be their secret accomplice when they lingered for a little while after dinner, even when the rest of their friends already left. The lad used his abilities to get into their minds and discovered that, if he was still there, they would have a valid excuse to stay together for a little while. Nevertheless, those nights always came to an end when either Cole or someone else retired for the night, and wo Solas and Ellana’s glances crossed for one last time, their presence wouldn’t linger more than necessary.

They silently said goodbye and one last thought lingered on their minds and hearts: maybe in another world…

Author’s note: This is the final parto of this fanfic. Sorry it took so long to upload the final chapter, I had so many things to finish at work, my studies, and then took a small vacation. But not it’s done. I hope you liked it.

I enjoy the Solavellan romance so muc, even if it break my heart everytime I play the game. There’s just something really appealing to it, and... well, I suppose you feel the same if you’re reading this.

                Y así, por una última vez ambos se permitirían estar en contacto, teniendo una excusa para tocarse una vez más. El brazo del mago sobre los hombros de la chica, mientras ella lo rodeaba por la cintura y tener un mejor soporte, en caso de que él estuviese en peligro de caer; su pierna había sido lastimada y parecía casi no tener fuerzas.

                Como si fuese un acuerdo silencioso entre los dos, caminaron muy lentamente hacia el campamento de la inquisición, alargando el tiempo lo más que pudieron y prolongando su contacto como si fuera el último momento. Ellana disfrutó del aroma de Solas, que le recordaba a su infancia en los bosques y los besos que compartieron, mientras él gozó el tenerla de alguna forma entre sus brazos otra vez. Al llegar al campamento, quizás permanecieron así un poco más de lo necesario, la inquisidora insistiendo en llevarlo hasta la tienda del médico, y él sin protestar al respecto.

Dorian fue el primero en notar el cambio en las miradas intercambiadas por los dos elfos. La inquisidora evitaba pasar por la sala de los frescos pintados por Solas, y cuando lo hacía, se saludaban con cierta frialdad, sendas miradas tristes. Cuando ella estaba de espaldas o no lo veía, los ojos del elfo permanecían sobre Ellana con un semblante de nostalgia y anhelo. A veces parecía que las lágrimas a punto de salir permanecerían para siempre en los ojos de la chica, y como buen amigo, Dorian procuraba llevarla a la taberna de Skyhold, o a dar un paseo para distraerla, no sin antes lanzarle una mirada de desaprobación al otro mago, por ser el causante de tanto dolor.

                Los pensamientos de Solas parecían una pesadilla durante esos últimos días. Se sintió culpable por haberse dejado llevar por sus sentimientos y deseos, la amargura que le producían sus planes lo hizo endurecer su corazón y enfriar sus palabras, metódicas y distantes cuando hablaba con la inquisidora, intentando no usar más su nombre para crear distancia entre ellos.

                La incertidumbre comenzó a invadir la mente de Ellana, sin saber qué ocurría después de derrotar a Corypheus, lo que seguiría, y sus planes futuros. Ella continuaba enamorada de Solas, y sabía que él, aunque fuese muy bueno escondiéndolo, compartía sus sentimientos, pero había algo más que nunca pudo descifrar. Al menos no en ese momento; algo lo suficientemente grande como para terminar con todo y alejarse como lo hizo.

                Solas se alejó de ella, pero comenzó a frecuentar la taberna de Skyhold por la noche para cenar algo antes de dormir. Compartía la mesa con la inquisidora sólo cuando estaban presentes los demás compañeros  y  Cole solía ser cómplice de ambos cuando permanecían por más tiempo en la mesa, inclusive cuando los demás ya se habían ido. Utilizaba sus habilidades para entrar en sus mentes y saber que, si él estaba ahí, tendrían una justificación válida para permanecer juntos por más tiempo. Sin embargo, todo llegaba a su fin. Cuando Cole o el último de los compañeros decía buenas noches, las miradas de Solas y Ellana se cruzaban por última vez, su presencia no se mantendría por más tiempo del necesario. En silencio se despedían y un último pensamiento permanecería dentro de sus mentes y corazones: quizás en otro mundo…

Notas de la autora:

Por fin subí el último capítulo. Disculpw la demora, tuve muchos pendientes de la vida cotidiana y después tomé unas pequeñas vacaciones, pero por fin aquí está la última parte.

Espero te haya gustado esta corta historia. Me encanta el romance Solavellan, el toque dramático, apasionado y romántico que tiene es mi perdición, y supongo que si estás leyendo esto, tienes un sentimiento similar.

                As for her, inquisitor Lavellan’s thoughts lingered on Solas, particularly during the missions he didn’t attend, when she felt lonely, or even when her mind, unconsciously, reached out for him before falling asleep, hoping for another date in the fade.

                And when they were both in the party for a mission, their exchange of looks was constant, with complicity and reckoning.

                Their glances lingered on each other unconsciously. Solas’ eyes searched for her constantly in the battlefield, worried about Ellana’s underlying mortality. Looking at her with tenderness when she made fair decisions, and with pride when she put someone mean, taking advantage of all the chaos, in their place. His eyes betrayed him, showing how much he cared for her, and it was obvious to anyone who saw them closely.

                 Ellana constantly glanced at the elven mage, not only when the fought red templars, demons or bandits, but also when they were walking or talking with the rest of the group, with a feeling of comradeship that brought warmth to her heat. There were times when her eyes lingered on Solas for more than necessary, and when she realized it, she tried to act distractedly, as if nothing had happened. In reality, everyone among the inquisitor’s inner circle noticed it. It was an open secret shared by the companions and advisors.

On one occasion, the contact between Ellana’s hands and Solas’ ears and cheeks lingered a little too much, when they were both sitting in a cozy corner in their camp at Emprisse du Lion, waiting for Blackwall and Iron Bull, who had gone looking for something to hunt and more firewood, leaving the two elves guarding the camp.

Maybe the hunting preys were scarce that day, or Iron Bull and Blackwall decided to take the long road, but the alone time spent between Sollas an Ellana seemed to last for hours, talking about everything and nothing, her younger years with clan Lavellan and the tales she heard every night by the campfire. They were both talking while, unknowingly, were getting physically closer. At some point, the girl decided to close the space between them and playfully touch Solas’ ears, who felt a shiver run down his spine after feeling her contact, barely able to silence a soft moan, while she looked at him tenderly, and kept telling him about her adventures with her clan. Both of their legs were constantly touching and she mad small imaginary figures between his ears and nape, leaving a sensation that would linger during the whole time they were both alone, and the mage’s memory for the rest of his life.

                On some occasions, instead of camping in the middle of the woods or outdoors, the party decided to sleep in an inn, just like certain night, when Cole, Sera and Solas were the chosen ones to accompany the inquisitor to Redcliff. During dinner time, Sera’s eye caught the attention of a girl, and then she proceeded to disappear for a couple hours, while Cole went to bed early, giving his roommate the opportunity to dare to visit Ellana’s room, despite de protest that his more rational side constantly demanded of him.  After a while, he suddenly realized he was lingering too much in her room, alone with her, but despite the constant temptation, they both enjoyed their mutual company. Time passed quickly, as if there were only a couple minutes, but it was already very late at night when Solas decided to go back to his room, and ran into Sera on the hall, who was finally going back to her room.

“So, did you do the do with her, or what?” she smirked.

“I beg your pardon?!” he was rather offended for the implications of her comment, although he also knew the situation lent itself to misunderstandings.

“Oh, come on! Even you would know that I mean. I hooked up with that girl to let you two have some alone time together… “

“I… “ he was speechless for a moment.

“Well, I hope it was worth it, because for me, it totally was” and then she burst into a loud laugh, which resounded in the hall and probably woke up some of the people staying in the inn.

“I was a perfect gentleman, if you must know. And now, I must say good night”