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 slowly we fell into slumber, solas/momo
Solas
 Posted: Jan 14 2018, 02:51 AM
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Solas
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She/Her - MST



A flash of confusion crossed Solas' face, brief as it often was with him, before it disappeared entirely as Vela hurried to et the Royal Elfroot. He had not meant to imply that she needed to get it, and in many respects he was not entirely sure if he had actually done just that. Unfortunately, he found himself unable to mention this fact as she had already disappeared in her excitement.

It did not take long for Vela to return with the herbs. For a brief moment, he considered what to say. A correction lay on the tip of his tongue. However, he found himself swallowing the potentially ungrateful words despite how difficult it felt to do so. Instead, a quiet smile that was barely visible crossed his face as he took the herbs. "Ma serannas, Vhenan."

Going over to the table near the balcony, he gathered the few things he needed before turning his attention back to Vela. For a moment, he considered where would best to do this. "That should be everything," he mused before his gaze focused on her face, "Is there somewhere you would prefer we do this? We will end up in the Fade, by the end, so perhaps somewhere best suited for such an activity?"


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Vela Lavellan
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 03:49 PM
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Vela Lavellan
28 YEARS OLD
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Oblivious was she to the fact that he had not been implying for her to go get the required ingredient, too elated at the prospect of entering the fade and doing something that didn't involve trekking across insufferable terrain and bleak mountain ranges. She didn't mind going to get it, it wasn't as if she felt like she had been ordered to do so, only that she knew they had some and thought she was being helpful by going to get it. There were few souls in the garden, driven away by the gloom and drizzle, but as Vela glided through the pale columns of stone even the grey haze of rain couldn't wipe clean the small smile that lingered across her lips. It felt like it had been so long since she'd felt... peaceful.

The look on his face when she returned made her smile at him curiously, clearly reading that he wanted to say something, or that he was uncomfortable, but not entirely knowing why. However, it was not intense enough for her to worry and he thanked her for the ingredient. "It's a good thing I turned it into a garden." She replied, stroking the soft leaves of the elfroot gently. "Mother Giselle wished to turn it into a place of prayer but I'd rather pray among the flowers. And I doubt she had any deity but Andraste in mind." Her nose crinkled a little, perhaps in distaste. She did not hate the woman, however, she knew that the gardens would only have been used by Andrastians, and it seemed wrong to allow such changes, even just cosmetic changes, in a place that had originally belonged to the elves.

"Somewhere where we won't be woken. Not sure we'll get much peace if we're found taking a nap in the middle of the hallway." She could just imagine Vivienne tutting at their prone forms, or Commander Cullen's shocked face as Josephine ushered away the prying eyes of some wandering diplomat. They needed somewhere private, where they wouldn't be disturbed, and perhaps a place where they had room to do whatever spell they needed to do. A coy smile curled her soft lips as her heart beat just a little faster. "Perhaps," she said slowly, eyes drifting back to the library above them before returning to blue eyes. "my quarters would be suitable? We wouldn't be disturbed there, we would be comfortable, and there is enough room for us to perform this spell of yours." If, indeed, it was a spell. Or perhaps it was a potion? "Unless you had somewhere more suitable in mind?" Her head tilted to the side, soft strands of dark hair tumbling down the soft slope of her shoulders, genuinely curious. He knew more about this than she did, so why he was letting her make all the decisions she wasn't quite sure.
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Solas
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 05:17 PM
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Solas
~8,841 YEARS OLD
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Fade Expert
Momo
She/Her - MST



Solas' expression smoothed out as Vela returned. Any discomfort he might have been feeling seemed to been lessened with her presence- or was it merely hidden?- and replaced with a noticeably softer expression that he seemed to only wear around the Inquisitor. His lips quirked in mild amusement at the mention of the garden having been turned into a place of prayer instead of the garden it now was. "Undoubtedly so," he agreed, "However, it is likely that fewer people would have used the area had you allowed the Mother to have her way. Moreover, there is no doubt that the garden's existence allows for less travel for resources." He did not bother to hide the hint of approval that leaked into his tone. After all, Vela already knew that he was an individual who sought efficiency, and not always in the most conventional of ways. It was one of the few truths that he had not bothered to hide from her.

He did not bother to mention his thoughts on the existence of an Andrastian place of worship. After all, it would be a statement that would be redundant considering he had already mentioned that he did not believe in the Maker, let along the elven pantheon. Though, it did slip his mind that he had never explained the specifics of such beliefs.

The ancient elf considered her words. He could think of a few places; however, the trick would be finding a place where they would not be disturbed. He had no doubt that several of their companions or Vela's advisors might be quick to interrupt or pry if they were not careful. There were certain circumstances that he could not prevent- Sister Nightingale would always spy no matter where they went- but he could prevent most from interrupting.

His gaze switched to the Inquisitor at her suggestion. Something flashed in his gaze at her suggestion, the coy tone not lost on him- hesitance, worry, or regret?- before it disappeared so quickly it was as if it had not been there at all. His lips curved upwards slightly. "Such an environment will be more than suitable," he said lightly.


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Vela Lavellan
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 05:57 PM
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Inwardly she beamed at Solas' approval of the way she had chosen to use the garden area, happy that he concurred with her decision. And he was right, as pretty and religiously neutral as it made them, it also provided them with resources without always having to leave Skyhold to get them. "I still haven't managed to get the crystal grace to grow, though. I'll have to find some when we're next in the Hinterlands." She said offhandedly, a statement she wasn't really expecting a reply to.

His silence about Andraste and prayer was not surprising, for she was already well aware that he did not believe. The subject of elven religion, however, was muddier. She knew well his feelings about the dalish though didn't fully understand his thoughts about the pantheon, though his skin free of vallaslin did make her wonder. It wasn't something she brought up lightly, however. Religion was not a subject she shied away from, bearing the symbol of June proudly, but it was also not something she brought up lightly with Solas or with others. Her faith was her own and she was comfortable enough in her beliefs that she did not feel the need to bring it up at every passing moment. Unlike some of the Andrastians she'd met.

The expression that flashed across his face was lost on her, and she was almost sad that he felt the need to hide, and then more humorously she wondered if he could teach her. She was fairly certain she was as easy to read sometimes as an open book, and she dreaded the thought of going to Orlais at taking part in 'The Game', unsure whether she'd be any good at it. Still, she cherished the smile he did allow her to see, and while her tone had been flirtatious she reached out softly, innocently, to take his hand, her thumb moving softly against his knuckles. Vela wasn't about to try anything unless she was entirely sure that Solas would reciprocate, and honestly, she wasn't entirely sure.

Still, he hadn't pulled away from her hand so she led him, fingers meshed together, up the winding stairs to her room. She hesitated at her door only because he was about to see a little bit about her, but she opened it nonetheless and dropped his hand as they entered the spacious room.

It had taken a while to get used to, more used to sleeping on soft moss beneath stars or curled with soft blankets arranged into a cosy nest within the aravels. It was sparsely decorated, most surfaces dotted by some sort of potted plant or animal carving, and the bed simple. It was clear she had tried to make it feel more like home. "We can put the pillows on the floor, if you like." An offering, an attempt to make things less intimate, if he so wished.
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Solas
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 06:58 PM
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Solas
~8,841 YEARS OLD
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Where Solas' expression was calm and soft, his mind was a mess. An affection- a love- that he had come to accept lingered within his mind. It was constantly and consumed him like the worst of illnesses that only a mortal being might be plagued with. Yet, it clashed with a deep sense of regret. His mind had come to be confused recently. No longer was his world simple, having been changed with Vela's presence. He could not look upon the world and see beings who deserved harsh fates. They were now people, made of traits and unique qualities that drove him to care. It brought about a terrible confusion because he felt as if he should not feel like this.

She had changed everything.

His world had become brighter, filled with a compassion that he could barely recall having. Perhaps the only time he had possessed it was when he had been younger, but even then it had been laced with anger. It made loving Vela easier, for she shown and changed his world as no one else seemed capable of doing. However, he found himself struck by regret. He should not love her. This was a fundamental fact. They walked different paths and it was selfish of him to accept her feelings. He would only drag her down if he continued to follow the path she walked.

He found himself ignoring this conflict as per usual. The idea of ignoring her carefully shoved to the back of his mind as she spoke and selfishness being entertained for a moment longer. Maybe...another day he might seriously consider the thought, but not today.

He did not reply to her comment, as the words sounded relatively rhetorical. Instead, his gaze flickered to his hand as she gently grasped it. For the briefest moment he considered snatching his hand away only to dismiss the idea. While the elf was a private individual who showed most of his interest in suave words and hidden intimacy, he was not so hidden that he would dismiss certain gestures.

Though, he did have his lines.

The walk was a short distance. For the most part, the two did not appear to be noticed, at least not by the majority. It was not overly surprising. Solas had taken careful measures to ensure that he was not considered extraordinary. The only parts that he had been unable to hide were the qualities that were not reminiscent to the modern elf.

While there appeared to be a quiet nervousness to Vela, Solas made no comment upon it. In fact, he made comment upon the room and his gaze did not appear to wander. He nodded. "That would work quite well."


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Vela Lavellan
 Posted: Feb 11 2018, 06:51 PM
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Vela Lavellan
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His hand was warm in hers as she led him softly, quietly, to their destination, and it made her heart feel light and giddy because it was something. A clue, however small, of how he felt; just this simple acceptance and Vela felt hope. The pads of his fingers were rough from the use of his staff, she assumed, but instead they conjured images of sweeping paintbrushes over stone walls and the soft scratching of quill on paper. Hands, she knew, that could cast powerful spells but also have the capacity for such gentleness, such precise detail such as the delicate intricacies of his murals. She found it strange that something as innocuous as his hands had her thinking so deeply. Is this what he had reduced her to?

Pushing her musings aside she busied herself with getting the room ready. The fire that flickered in the grate gave the room a gentle warmth, and the soft rain that pattered against the glass was soothing. On days like today she had always enjoyed sitting in the shelter of the aravel wrapped in a blanket, a warm drink and a book in her hands and for a moment she felt nostalgia creep up on her but she shoved it down quickly. Thought of clan Lavellan did not fill her with happiness, not while she was away from them, and she didn't want to spoil the mood by pining.

First she lay down a thin blanket on the rug close to the fire and then she gathered the pillow and arranged them neatly so they could sit opposite each other. She even got out a few spares from the chest of drawers they had provided her because she was a glutton for soft and cozy things. Elegantly she sat down cross-legged on the pillows and smiled eagerly up at Solas. "Have you taught anyone else how to do this?" Her tone was curious as she placed the items she had helped him bring up in the space between them. "My clan doesn't have any dreamers. The only other dreamer I know is Halera. She said she met you in a dream, thought your were a spirit." She chuckled at that, believing entirely that it would have been easy to mistake him for one with the way he spoke, even with the way he moved, so elegant and poised. She wondered what kind of spirit he would make. Wisdom, perhaps? For all his seemingly endless knowledge. With, she thought quietly to herself, perhaps a touch of pride.
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Solas
 Posted: Feb 12 2018, 12:19 AM
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Fade Expert
Momo
She/Her - MST



It did not take long for Vela to set out the pillows and blanket on the floor. In fact, within moments the small space had taken upon the appearance of a place that was easily as comfortable as a bed. As Vela sat down, Solas quickly sat down across from her within the cocoon of plush. Quietly, he began setting things up, glancing up only to listen to the other speak.

The answer to Vela's question was relatively simple in retrospect: he had never needed to teach another this ritual. Upon awakening it had become incredibly clear to him that that very few could walk the Fade as he did within their dreams. In fact, Halera and Vela had been the only ones he had come across in a long time who could interact with another while in their dreams. In the past though...back then there had been no need for something like this as the world had been quite different. "No," he finally admitted, "Before I joined the Inquisition, I spent most of my time traveling. Coming across others held a potential for danger, as you can expect. Halera and you are among the few I have interacted within dreams outside of Spirits."

His lips quirked into a small smile at the mention of the incident with Halera. "Indeed. She mistook me for a Spirit of Wisdom," he said, his voice filled with a thick amount of humour. To some extent, he could understand the comparison. After all, others often enjoyed telling him how knowledgeable he appeared to be. At the same time, he knew himself, as well as several Spirits of Wisdom, well enough to know that such a comparison was inaccurate.

Soon the herbs were placed in a runic circle. He was aware that it was not needed for Vela due to her anchor. However, he knew that if she wished to bring someone else into a dream it would be best to have her see the entire spell. Lighting the herbs in a fire that he kept carefully contained with his own magic, a wafting smell drifted throughout the room. It was thick and heavy, bringing about the inclination to sleep.


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