#fadewalkr

@fadewalkr sent ♤ for a kiss on the palm

the comfortable down of her duvet is familiar against her skin, a texture she has grown accompanied to, cool and soft as she rubs her cheek absently against it. It is a pleasant contrast to the warmth of her skin, as insulated as she is in bedsheets and covers. In the back of her mind, something itches - but her attention is quickly drawn from the strangeness, to the rustling of blankets nearby. 

another warm body slides into bed beside her, radiating such a familiarity that she cannot help but relax. 

“Vhenan.”

Eyelids part, a soft smile already on her lips as she takes in the sight of icy blue eyes gazing directly into her own. an arm moves to prop herself up, attempting to blink away the sleep even as his hand comes up to cup her cheek. She turns to press her lips softly against his palm, then back so she might lean into his touch. 

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the world slowly fades back into view, consciousness returning only to feel the immense chill of the mountain’s winds. slowly, eyes open, first small slits, barely bringing the camp into focus. above, she can see a canopy, keeping her safe from the snowfall. 

her head turns, searching wearily for any familiar face- and finding Solas at her side, warm hands laid upon wounds she does not recall gaining. for a moment, she wonders if he’s noticed, or if he’s too intent upon her injuries to have realized his patient awoke once more. 

for a brief moment, gaze resting upon his features, she wonders if this is what she missed in the days in which she had been so close to death. It is not an unappealing view. 

before she can linger on the thought, pain pulses sharply through her temple, and Revan finds that she cannot restrain the pained cry that leaves her lips. the numbness of the cold was beginning to wear off, leaving numerous aches and sharp pains that threatened to overwhelm her, along with the thrumming aura of a migraine to come. 

“Solas-” her voice is gravely, rough from both the cold and the pain. cold, ungloved fingers reach for his wrist as he turns away, presumably to grab something, finding purchase against warm skin and pausing his movements.

It is only then that his eyes meet hers, a familiar, almost soft smile on his lips. 

“I can stay, if you want...”

It takes her a moment to respond - working through pain and confusion, still trying to piece together all of what happened since she faced the one who claimed to be a God. Her hand releases him, but only to move to the cot, providing leverage so she may begin to push herself up.

@fadewalkr​

She had been curled up on the small sofa that sat against the wall of the rotunda, book in hand. The lights from above had been dimming slowly, sun setting and candles being extinguished as many of the residents of Skyhold retired to their own quarters. But still she remained, engrossed by the words printed on each and every page.

Reverie finally broken upon the last page, Revan blinks away the spots in her vision and looks up- only to find Solas’ gaze upon her. a brow quirks, accompanied by a quizzical smile. 

“What?”

“ i feel like i could watch you all day. everything you do has a touch of magic to it. ”

A flush crawls up her neck as the words register, and for a moment, childishly, she considers flinging the book at him for daring to make her blush. Instead, she clears her throat and glances away, trying to cover the now-foolish smile that no one but he could see. 

@fadewalkr​ said  ‘ aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant! ’

Shades of orange are painted across the sky, watery brushstrokes bleeding into one another to form a rainbow of warmth; the last light of day before the night chill crept in, cold shadows lurking above, prepared to chase and extinguish the sun. 

Her gaze wanders away from the horizon, back to the familiar face of the apostate who saved her life. Of course, that had been weeks ago - weeks that felt as though they had flown by, and only just begun to slow down. Although they had only known eachother briefly, Revanelan gravitated towards the other elf quite easily - he held an aura of wisdom, and the knowledge he held far surpassed Revan’s own, especially in regards to magic and the Fade.

Now, upon his insistence, the pair made their way west of the campsite, in the direction Solas had suggested the relic he sought might be found. Revan trusted that he could sense the artifact, but she noticed that, as they made their way through the lightly wooded foothills, a familiar pain radiates from her temple- a sure sign they are nearing Setheneran; the land of waking dreams. A place where the veil was thin.

To say it had been silent would be a lie; the familiar sounds of nature echoed throughout. Crickets chirped, birds sang, and smaller animals darted through the brush, rustling leaves and snapping twigs beneath their feet. She allowed herself to relax, ever so slightly, as she had not in years- although still on edge, in nature, Revan could feel a semblance of peace. 

Now that makes Artorias pause, his heading canting to the side thoughtfully as he considered the question. When he had woken up and his old friend was gone... he remembered mainly feeling confused. Already disoriented waking from uthenera like he had, the discovery that Solas was gone had been puzzling, to say the least. Where had he gone? Why was he there no longer? How come he hadn’t woken him up too?

In all fairness, it wasn’t like Solas had known he was there likely. Artorias’ duty in guarding his sleeping friend had been one he had taken upon himself because he did not wish any harm to come to his friend. He hadn’t even been certain if Solas would ever wake up. The barrier that he had placed between the physical world and the fade... this... veil, it had wreaked havoc upon all, including Artorias himself as evidence by his missing left arm. So many had died or simply disappeared, he had hoped that would not happen with his old friend.

Yet in a way his fears would become reality when he awoke and discovered Solas gone, panic making his heartbeat fast at all the possibilities and all the why’s. And so he had searched an unfamiliar world, never stopping, always looking until finally. Finally, he had found him again.