Hello and happy Friday! For M!Solavellan; “This would probably be the perfect moment for a kiss…” “And we probably shouldn’t waste it.” if you feel like it ^^
Happy Friday! I am so sorry it took me so long for this, but I enjoyed writing it so much for @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Solas/mLavellan Rating: T Length: 1.403 W
The heaviness of the evening still rested on his shoulders when he stepped out onto the balcony, releasing a tired sigh.
He felt comfort in the soft breeze caressing his cheeks, and the not-too-far sound of the waves as they clashed against the nearby docks. It was, comforting in a way, the smell of the flower’s growing in the nearby gardens itching in his nose and making him think of his home.
Or… if that was even the right word for a member of a Dalish Clan as he was.
Before the Inquisition, he never felt he had any place he could truly call home. There had been his family of course, amongst the many people who helped to raise and train him, making him the skilled hunter he had become.
But home… was a word he never used to describe the travelling Aravels, bringing them from one place to another, never truly able to settle.
Maybe it was some kind of irony that he ended up in Halamshiral of all places for that night. And while his mind had been way too occupied to focus on anything else but the task put upon him, he finally felt the weight crushing down onto him since he’d entered this place.
It made him feel a dizziness that certainly had not come with the wine he’d had earlier that night.
“A long night?” The soft, yet amused tone of Sola's voice rang in his ears as the mage approached with the softest of steps. There was a lightness in them that he’d never seen before, but then again he had seen the elven mage indulging in drinks and cakes in between.
A very odd yet welcomed sight after watching Solas brooding over his books endless days and nights before.
“Long indeed. I am afraid at this point it might never end.” His lips twitched into a tired smile when the mage paused next to him, his arms leaning over the railing on the balcony as he seemed to take in the vastness of the beautiful night sky in front of them.
“The politicians and nobles just didn’t stop pressing me into corners, trying to get me to dance with either them, their daughters or sons. I just felt I needed a break from all of this, so I came out here.” Revassan added, allowing himself to lean over the railing, mimicking the man beside him.
“Understandable. Your first social gathering I assume?”
“Well, in kind yes. I mean, we do have parties in the encampment… but they are hardly the same. No one even bats an eye at the state of your dress or your shoes. Or if you have pointed ears or not.”
“I know it might be of no comfort to you but, according to what I have seen in the fade, the social gatherings in ancient Arlathan were hardly better.” Solas chuckled. “If anything, it might have been even more dramatic.”
“Even more? Is that even possible?” Revassan groaned. He wouldn’t think that anything could be more dramatic than the past evening had been. But then again, Solas had seen more than any scholar or wise man or women he knew.Â
“I assure you it is. However…” There was a long pause as Solas exhaled, his face shifting into a more thoughtful expression. “I came out here for another reason and in the hope to add some… relaxation.” He shifted, a smile dancing on the corners of his lips as he extended his hand towards the younger elf.
“There wasn’t much opportunity for this earlier but… Let us dance before the band stops playing.” There was a cockyness about him; the way his lips twitched into a self-assured smile and his grey eyes looking at him so intensely that his heart skipped a beat.
The truth was, he had been looking forward to dancing with him all evening already, but he hadn’t dared to ask.
To be honest, he’d been reluctant to ask Solas to join him tonight in general, since he hadn’t been too sure Solas would appreciate being brought to Halamshiral given it’s history. Yet, as the evening unfolded he had to admit that he’d been entirely wrong with that thought.
Solas enjoyed himself from the very first moment, but then again he had watched the older elf indulging with the one or other glass of wine.Â
If anything, Solas seemed to be a completely different person than the man he knew at Skyhold. He looked regal almost, his posture elegant, and the oh so confident smirk stretching on his lips as his eyes shone misheviously.
It made his knee’s buckle.
His lips opened and closed constantly as he searched for the right words, each of them escaping his mind as he listened to the rushing flow of blood in his ears and the racing pace his heart set.
“Uhm…” The word escaped his lips very crudely as a blush crept over his face, reaching the tips of his pointed ears even.
“You sure about this?” he added to hide his embarrassment. “I mean, this is the balcony, but we still can be walked in and seen you know…” Revassan could hardly hear his own words because of the drumming heartbeat that seemed to drown anything out for but a moment.
The sound of the waves seemed to be even more distant than before, the soft rustling of the wind lost in the thudding that echoed in his ears.Â
“I do not care if we are seen or not.” Solas hand reached out for him before he could even react, a strong arm pulling him flush against his body. “This moment is ours to share.” he added, his velvety voice rushing over his body in shivers.
A spark ran through him as their bodies connected, Solas chest so much sturdier than what someone would espect and his scent was… beyond this world. He caught the musky scent of sandalwood, mixing with the lightest hint of myrrh and oak.Â
It fit the mysterious travelling scholar just as much as it reminded him of home.
His throat felt dry when he allowed himself to be whisked away by the music and the rhythm the older man set, each of his steps as fluent as his knowledge and speech. He didn’t even question how Solas knew the steps as he just let himself being lead by him.
All he knew was that his eyes focused on the perfectly shaped lips, moving over his freckled cheeks and finally to his deeply intense eyes. Eyes which seemed to be so far away sometimes but that where here with him right at this moment.
Revassan could feel him looking back at him, the smirk on his lips deepening as they danced on the balcony.
The faint crashing of the waves began to mix with the music of the ballroom, the lovely song of the rustling tree’s and greenery of the garden joining them in what seemed to be a magical moment.
None of them dared to talk as they simply basked in the presence of each other, each step they took as natural as the former one until the music had to come to an end at some point, leaving them yearning and empty almost.
“You know…” his voice was hoarse when he broke through the barrier of almost silence, not ready to let go of the elven mage yet. “This would probably be the perfect moment for a kiss…” he added a bit cheekily.
“Ah, and we probably should not waste it.” A chuckle escaped Solas, his eyes reflecting the faint moonlight ever so slightly as he leaned in.
His lips were soft when they touched his, the movement gentle yet firm as the hand pressing against his back moved towards his waist, pulling him even closer against his body as he sighed contently.
Revassan’s hand moved to stretch over Solas sharp cheekbones lovingly, keeping the tips of his fingers there ever so lightly as he traced them.Â
There was nowhere else he’d want to be but here, wishing he would be able to put this moment into a flask and bottle it away. Only to come back to it later, again and again. Even though, he knew that no one could ever flask away moments…. nor stop time.
So that was why, he had to make the best out of them whenever he could.
