#solavellantine2026

Solas held his lower lip between his teeth, an expression that would normally be foreign on his face, but one, that he took as he looked upon the face of the woman who laid flush against his chest. Both bare and sweaty, she held his eyes in hers; her parted lips darkened from a vigorous night. Swollen and wet, she pressed those lips into a grin that crinkled the skin around her eyes. With flushed cheeks, her gaze traveled along his face but his sight never ventured from her lashes. Solas leaned in and pulled her bruised lips against his.

I'm very excited to share them in a few days. I can't seem to stick to individual prompts for each single day, so its a series of short stories that all follows one after the other.

Whispers echoed across stone halls and bounced from wall to wall. Eventually, these murmurs reached pointed ears that elicited warmth that crept across red cheeks. The most recent mutterings were regarding a stolen bath filled with gasps and bubbles. The previous rumors referenced tongues dragging against salty skin as it devoured everything in its wake. Ellana was unsure where these chattering began but she was sure of their validity. With a hand covering her gasping mouth, she fled to find the other subject of the rumors. She did not plan to deny the accusations but she would definitely add another.