Ok, Prompt time! Iwyn is sorting through her first feelings of love for Solas. Bonus if there’s some sort of audible confession involved either to herself, Solas or a close friend. 💛
Thank you so much fr this prompt @bearlytolerablethethird and @ellstersmash.
I realized after I got it, that I already did write the overheard part, a very long time ago: Lifeline. (and she still phrases it so carefully here)
This is Iwyn first realizing, and I do think it had to be alone, because she is somewhat careful and would probably not just blurt it out. It also made sense to me like this, as she is very physically driven. Slight reference to Kiss, another old ficlet, below.
Iwyn Lavellan x Solas | pre-relationship, after fade kiss | romancerating: explict, f-solo, pining, fluff, smidgen of angst
Solas
It is tiring, being the inquisitor. Some days are long and grueling,and some days are endless meetings and too many questions.
Iwyn strips off her leathers, her blouse, her leggings. Shebrushes sand out of her hair. Outside, the sky is darkening to a deep purple,the Frostbacks dark and silent. They just returned from the Hissing Wastes thismorning, and she has not had a chance to change.
She lights the candles at her vanity, and by her bed.
She washes her face, and cleans her teeth. She puts on hernight shift. The soft cotton smells like lavender.
The days are long, but there are more things to enjoy thanshe thought. She likes all the people she meets. She likes all the things shehas learned. She likes being in charge. It is a good feeling, being the onepeople turn to. Maybe that is how it is being a Keeper.
She blows out the candles in front of her mirror. She slipsunder her covers. Finally.
The friendships she found has taken her by surprise, but shedoesn’t know why. She has always liked all sorts of people, but she neverimagined she could be close with the people she. Humans from all of overThedas, from the Chasind Wilds to the Tevinter Emerium; qunari, dwarfs andother elves, elves who are not Dalish. She never thought that she would meet someonelike Solas. She likes his quiet humor, his smile, and his knowledge.
He kissed her, in their tent two nights ago.
She runs her hand down her torso, and she thumbs her nipple.She wants to relax her body and unwind her mind. She is already eager and halfturned on, focused on her own need and the scrape of cotton over her skin. Shethinks of Solas again, how his lips might feel against her, of the kiss theyshared. Of how he kissed her in the fade, unbridled, passionate and allconsuming.
Would he kiss her like that in the waking world?
