Thinking about Lavellan post-DA:I without her Vallaslin.
There's rumours going around it's because she truly is the Herald of Andraste.
The betrayal in their eyes when she meets other Dalish, she was supposed to be fighting for them and now she has turned her back on them?
Would she try to explain it to her clan? Would they believe her? And even if they did, would they understand?
Taking them away was supposed to be a sign of freedom but all it did was make her lonely and rootless.
And the only person who could maybe understand is busy trying to destroy the fucking world. He didn't let her die from the anchor and thus forced her to be the person who is trying to stop him.
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"She was still walking the same path that they’d journeyed together for a while. She might not know whether she would ever see the end of this path, whether he’d ever find his way back, but she’d keep walking nonetheless. Even if he never returned, even if she never loved another like this, even if she did. It might be harder, it might take longer, the loneliness might burn; none of that had ever held her back before."
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She hears him approach and doesn’t wait until she sees him to move slightly to the right, so he can sit down next to her, if he so chooses. He does not, not immediately.
Instead, Solas stops a few steps away from her, keeping a polite distance. “May I join you?”
Mango almost rolls her eyes at him, but restrains herself, when she sees the soft smile on his face.
“You don’t have to ask, you know?” She pats the spot next to her.
“I would not want to presume.” Solas sits down, thankfully leaving politeness behind, so that their bodies are touching, and he takes her hand.
“Mhm, you have my explicit permission to do so. In fact,” Mango interlaces their fingers, “I’d very much like it, if you did.”
She feels a rare stab of embarrassment after she says it, her heart not used to Mango pulling such private wants to the surface. She decides to let Solas see both her embarrassment and her want, her need, for him to cross that boundary between ‘Inquisitor’ and ‘Mango’ unasked.
He holds her gaze for four heartbeats, as always full of gentleness and understanding, then lifts their entwined hands and presses a kiss to the back of hers. “I can do that.”
With her free hand, she pulls him close, so their lips can meet. It has only been a few weeks since Solas let go of whatever concerns had been holding him back, and they don’t get moments like these as often as she’d like, but already their intimacy feels so familiar. There’s so much they have yet to experience together, so much they don’t know about each other, but there are neither questions nor doubts in their kisses.
Solas breaks the kiss, pulls back a little to smile at her. “This is not the reason I came here for.”
“And that is no reason to stop.”
“True enough. And now I certainly intend to resume this later. But first…” He pulls a small jar from the leather pouch on his belt - the jar that holds the ointment she uses on her left hand.
Mango leans back against the rock and fully relaxes her hand in his grip, while he massages the ointment into her skin. It helps with the terrible dryness, even if it cannot stop her skin from always feeling too tight, as though it doesn’t belong to her and is sitting on the wrong hand.
“Is this a different one? It smells… much nicer.” Lavender, very obviously, and something else she can’t pinpoint.
“I may have made some suggestions to the apothecary. I’m glad you’re pleased with the result.”
“I really am. Thank you, Solas.”
He hums in acknowledgement, then presses his fingertips deep into the heel of her hand.
“Oh.” Mango closes her eyes and sighs. “After trudging through the sand all day, I think my legs could use the same treatment.”
Solas’ fingers stop their movement, close to her pulse point. “Would you… want me to be presumptuous about that?”
A quiet laugh escapes her, and she opens her eyes to look at him. "Yes.”
He lifts his eyes to hers, gaze more intense this time, and resumes his massage. “I’ll try to respect your wishes, then.”
She is tempted to get up immediately and take him to her - their - tent, but her legs do really feel terribly sore. And it is blissfully quiet here, and the desert looks so beautiful in the moonlight.
She laughs again and the charged moment passes.
“You must be looking forward to visiting the Fade tonight - new places to explore.”
Solas huffs. “There is nothing on this side of the Veil, I’m not confident the other side will have more to show.”
“It wasn’t always nothing.”
His eyebrows draw together for a moment, the corners of his mouth turn downwards. He looks sad, not displeased. “… Yes. You’re quite right about that.”
“May I join you tonight? In the Fade? If there’s nothing to find… well, I can think of a few things to do instead.”
Solas laughs then and kisses her hand once more - this time, to signify the end of the massage. “Alright. I’ll come and find you then, Vhenan.”
“Please do.” Mango lifts her right hand and caresses his cheek. “But if you don’t mind staying on this side a bit longer… ”
Solas embraces her tightly and gives her a kiss that is only for her, that is an answer to everything she has wanted from him, a kiss that leaves no boundaries between them.
For a little while she is just Mango, kissing her lover in the moonlight, surrounded by peaceful nothingness.
