#solathi

15. SOLATHI - What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.

10. MAYO - What scares them about entering a relationship?

Oof. Well, at the risk of semi-spoiling the fic I may never write, Theo's biggest issue with starting a real relationship with Mason is that he's become incredibly important to her and she's afraid to lose him--and she has this underlying assumption that, one way or another, she inevitably will. After losing her dad, then her mother (to work), then Bobby (to betrayal), she's kind of allowed this assumption that people will always fail you to take hold and fester. She hasn't bothered to re-examine it all that much, or to truly consider the impact of keeping everyone at a safe distance, mostly because she's been fully enjoying the single life and keeps herself very busy with work and her hobbies.

15. SOLATHI - What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.

For Athi, this would be sex. She was freer with it when she was younger, more out of curiosity and obligation ("this is what you do in a relationship") than anything else. Now that she's more settled into herself, she typically doesn't sleep with someone she doesn't know, like, and trust very deeply.*

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3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

Our crossover is Solas so I'll stick with Solathi for this one! lol I've actually written this moment in both their canon and modern universes--and just realized both are in chapter 3 of their respective fics... huh. Anyway, despite the fact that their relationship arc is very different in each fic, it seems that Athi tends to have this realization when Solas directly, explicitly takes care of her in some way. In canon, this means helping her clean up after a fight, while in their modern!au it's buying her coffee when she really, really needs it, but both moments melt her towards him.

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31. How would they describe one another?

S @ A: You may as well ask me to describe the brightness of the sun as dawn breaks, or the depth of the night sky. How would you describe a wave crashing on the sand? What about a storm, rumbling across the plains? I could try, but no words in any language would do them justice.

A @ S: Bald. Sexy. Smart. More mischievous than he looks. Nice hands.

32. Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how?

Athi's good at reading his cues. Solas understands hers, too, but mostly because they're not subtle. If he can tell what she's thinking, then so can everyone else.

45. What's the worst thing the other can say to one?

S @ A: I don't love you anymore.

A @ S: There's nothing good left in you.

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🙂 and on that note... thanks bear!!!

The scent draws her out, a sleepy shuffle to the kitchen where Solas stands with a pair of metal tongs ready in one hand as he looks through his phone with the other. But it’s the sound that makes her mouth water, the bacon sizzling and snapping on the griddle; then it pops and he hisses, recoils away from the danger and into her arms.

“I’ll protect you,” she mumbles into his back, and waits there for breakfast.

They pick their way down the broken beach, the Herald more often in the water than out of it.

"Were it not so gloomy," he says to no one in particular, "this place would be quite beautiful."

The elven woman grins, contagious until she says it: "Same could be said of you."

"I don't need a fucking map!" she insists, and stomps away through the brush.

With a weary sigh, Solas carefully folds the offending map up and tucks it into his pack. Then he follows the leader he never elected in the direction opposite that of Redcliffe.

It falls from between the pages of his sketchbook, a dash of green and brown and pink fluttering to the floor. He bends to retrieve it and stares at it thoughtfully; recalls her plucking it from the grass and holding it up to her nose, but not what she did with it after.

His thumb holds it open--the page where he first drew her sleeping--until he places the delicate bloom back where it belongs.