Happy dadwc!! “The curve of a jawline” from the sensory prompts for whatever character/pairing you’d like :)
ty for the prompt!! a little post-breakup moment for sander trevelyan/solas this time… the vibes here are terrible i fear (tw for violence against a former romantic partner & generally Not Healthy dynamics!!)
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Sander means to avoid him, afterwards.
Guilt and rage and hurt have tangled themselves into a Neromenian knot in his gut, and pulling at the threads only seems to worsen the ache.
A part of him had thrilled too much at the slip of that polite mask, the sight of the real rage beneath. A part of him would rather succumb to the temptation to dig it all up again, if only to see his own hurt reflected back at him.
He cannot apologise without sinking back into the depths of their argument. To pretend otherwise is to court disaster.
To follow in Solas’ lead and retreat back behind cool diplomacy is perhaps the only thing that will keep what’s left of their professional relationship from shattering further if their personal entanglement is already so far past the point of repair.
He intends to follow though, to traverse the rotunda in silence.
If Solas is occupied, all the better. If he acknowledges Sander’s presence, he will proceed with a curt nod of his head and little else. Only —
Only, he walks into the rotunda to find Solas’ eyes fixed on a book held in his lap, his chin tilted to the side as he moves to turn the page. Only, a dark bruise is forming along the curve of his jawline.
It was wrought, Sander knows, from a far crueler sort of passion than what placed others there before.
Yet where Solas had endeavoured to cover any trace of their liaisons along his jaw, the column of his neck, he bears this latest mark as though it were a badge of pride. His very posture seems to be putting it on display. Taunting, daring him to say something.
He should keep walking. He had planned to keep walking.
He stops.
