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 slowly we fell into slumber, solas/momo
Vela Lavellan
 Posted: Nov 14 2017, 07:27 PM
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10 Bloomingtide, 9:41
Starts off in Skyhold and eventually enters the fade ?

The sound of rain hummed in the background, a humdrum noise that had been constant throughout the day. It pattered on the stone walls and steps and tapped against the glass windows. It was a fine rain that cast a grey haze over the fortress, ushering people indoors and dampening the sound of already muffled voices. Vela had never been a fan of the rain; it had always meant she'd had to stay inside the aravels or get soaked through walking next to them, both of which only frustrated a spirit that on wished to run free. But bundled up in Skyhold, a book in her lap and feet resting by the library's fire she had found the rain to be soothing. She didn't think she had ever heard Skyhold so quiet, which was a welcome change. It seemed the weather had lulled everyone into some sort of sleepy stupor and the Inquisitor found herself enjoying the moments of peace it brought her.

Of course, as much as she enjoyed the fire and the books she was beginning to find the old dusty tome she had in her hands to be rather a dry read. Tevinter: A History of Magisters. The first few chapters had been interesting but after hours of reading the same book Vela could feel her mind starting to shut down, the words merging together and paragraphs blending into one dark mass on the page. With a sigh she shut the book and placed it back on the pile of books she had left out to study. It was still dark outside but she figured that was more to do with the rain and the clouds than to do with the time of day, so she left the books where they were with the intent of coming back to carry on later.

Stretching her hands above her head to return the feeling to her sleepy limbs Vela made her way down the winding staircase towards Solas' rotunda, stopping at the bottom to admire his artwork that was now spread out across a quarter of the wall. Moving further into the room she let her fingers run gently against the murals, tracing the lines and patterns as she went. He was an enigma, one moment she thought she had him figured out until he would say something to throw her off again, but it wasn't a wholly unpleasant feeling. He was insightful and intelligent, kind in ways other people didn't seem to see or appreciate; he was passionate, he had a wit to him that had surprised her, and more often than not she was finding herself gravitating towards him.

Stepping back she perched herself lightly on the edge of his desk, dark hair falling over her shoulders as she admired the artwork.
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 Posted: Nov 15 2017, 12:45 AM
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A chilling rain swept over Skyhold. It was distracting in its manner, causing many to take to the protection of several the buildings within the fortress. In contrast to many members of the Inquisition, Solas had left the sanctuary of his rotunda. Business called him elsewhere and it was only as the rain fell that he found himself slipping outside. The quiet patter of rain was peaceful, presenting a rhythm that was both distracting and soothing. It brought a temporary calm to his more traitorous thoughts, of the hesitation that constantly lurked despite how he plowed forward.

How easy it would be to slip into the Fade, if not soothing considering the slow chaos that seemed to lurk within the walls that he had made his home. Of course, he kept himself from doing so. Sleeping on such wet grounds would only attract attention and he had places to be.

Making his way through thick mud, he spent the short journey to the halls of the castle itself protecting the materials he had brought along with him. Notes were carefully held and his posture was slightly less rigid, hunched just slightly so that he might be able to protect it. It was only upon becoming shielded by the blessing of roof and walls that he adopted his more typical posture, the materials in his hand looking as commonplace as a staff.

Coming to the rotunda, he paused in the doorway at the familiar figure of Vela perched slightly on the edge of his desk. He took in the sight of her for a brief moment. She was a enigma, more confusing and surprising than any other person he had met. She was not a mere miscalculation, but...more. The world became more with her presence. Individuals became people and a grey world became filled with a bit of colour. It was not perfect, but, for a moment, he was able to forget how imperfect this world truly was.

He shut the door and the moment passed. "Vhenan," he greeted.


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 Posted: Nov 15 2017, 06:09 PM
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Despite the chill of the mountain air and the dampness that settled into the cracks of the fortress due to the rain, the inside somehow managed to maintain a pleasant temperature; her fur-lined coat had been left in her chambers in favour of something lighter. Her dalish leggings and leg guards were new, the old ones long having been spoiled by days of travel and often grueling fights, and she'd insisted on them being of dalish make. It was the principle of it more than anything; she didn't want people to forget where she came from or for one moment to think that she had accepted their religious beliefs and ideologies. Whatever she rose to become or the responsibilities that were places upon she would always be dalish; she belonged to the wild not to the humans.

A smooth voice announced his arrival and she turned with a smile. "Vhenan," He'd only recently started calling her that and every time he did it made her insides flutter. It was terrifying and exhilarating and she had no idea what would come of it, but he was there when she needed him; any question or concern she had she knew she could go to him, and they didn't even have to talk. There had been times when she had sat quietly on the lounger watching him work or paint and that was enough. "Solas," her greeting was smooth as she turned to face him, her gaze full of warmth. A hand gestured to his frescos. "My father makes bows, mends the aravels, builds the things we need. He taught me how to make my first staff; he always decorated them with beautiful engravings. My skill with pens and paints, however, leave a lot to be desired according to Josephine." Her smile widened to flash teeth. "You're very talented."

Her movement was effortless as she slipped to the other side of the desk so it was not between them, eyes honing in on the papers and other materials loaded in his arms. As she leaned back on his desk again, taking care not to disrupt what was already there, she couldn't help the look of disappointment that flickered across her dark eyes but resisted the urge to pout. "Are you working?" She supposed she could always bring a book and sit on the lounger if he was intending to get things done. Perhaps it was the number of hours she had spent in the library studying, or perhaps it was the thought of Corypheus and the Wardens clouding her mind, but she just wanted some peace and good company. Solas, she knew, could provide her with both.
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 Posted: Nov 17 2017, 09:39 PM
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Solas' gaze shifted to the frescoes as Vela gestured to them. Her words did not appear to be centralized around them, as he had expected. Any other who tended to bring up the subject of his project tended to approach it in a predictable manner. However, Vela...Vela always seemed to think about more. A mural reminded her not of what it's subject was, but of others, of other memories. The world was more for her, a conglomeration of people who mattered and affected everything they touched.

It was not something he understood well, but so desperately wished he could. The bias that covered his eyes lifted slightly, but how much could he see in comparison to her? It was difficult to say when he bore the burden of knowing far more than most individuals.

While the compliment was not one he could empathize with well- memories of childhood were far too old for him to remember well and the notion of craft passed down was something beyond him on a practical level- he understood what she meant and appreciated the words for their intent.

His gaze shifted back to Vela, a quiet smile on his face. "Not talent," he corrected, "Just a great deal of practice." Exactly how much was beyond him. Years were harder to remember, hardly as easy to categorize as they were for the people of this time.After all, their lives were quick and each moment mattered. For him boredom was easier, or it would have been had it not been due to his mistakes.

His lips dipped into an amused smile at her pout. "No," he denied, moving in and setting his things down on the table that was against the wall, "I just finished. Was there something you needed?"


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 Posted: Nov 19 2017, 06:53 PM
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Visions of her father came to mind as her gaze glided over the precise strokes and splashes of colour covering the walls. She could see they told a story but what that story was she wasn't entirely sure yet - of course, he hadn't finished. There was still room yet on the walls, space to be filled by shapes and lines. It reminded her of her father's creations and the memories of him sitting with her as he taught her how to create. If she rubbed her hands together she could still feel the raised scars from where her knife had slipped, but she'd never given up. He was the reason she had June's vallaslin - the master of crafts.

At his gentle rebuff of her compliment she hummed. "Anyone can create. If you practice enough you'll get good at it too, sure, but I think it takes talent to make that thing you created yours. I think your style is your talent." Anyone could have painted a mural there, of course, but none of them would have looked the way Solas made it look, none of them would have used the same colours in the same way or thought of the same concepts. And, if she did say so herself, she preferred Solas' art far better than anyone else's. Perhaps she was biased though.

At his denial of work her demeanor shifted; her shoulders lifted as did her lips, and soft steps brought her closer. Hands moved to mimic his usual stance, folding behind her back as she lifted her chin to be able to look him in the eyes as he was at least a good few inches taller than her. "I enjoyed our last trip into the fade," she started with a sly smile, confident that he would know to what she referred to. However, her slyness shifted to usher in a touch of self-consciousness. "but it was rather short lived. I was wondering if you could show me the Fade again? I might not be able to see crystal spires of Halamshiral, but perhaps I might be able to see this place, Tarasyl'an Te'las, as it should be?" It felt right to use its correct name, the name Solas had told her.

Stories of the Fade and spirits had made her curious, and her last trip had been nothing like she had expected of the realm of spirits. He was shifting all of her perceptions on everything, and she didn't want him to stop.
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For a moment, Solas considered Vela's words. On some level, it struck him as incorrect. There were many things in the world which could be copied or stolen, created anew as something entirely. Time had proven this to be true. However, she was also correct that style could make something stand out on its own. That which was Elven in design stood out on its own due to what was unique. A mere copy or stolen product could not hope to become greater or present its own unique quality of it started by taking what was not its own.

A small smile crossed his face. "Indeed?" he mused, "Then let us hope that my talent is as good as you claim it to be for these shall one day be yours. It would be a shame if my Alene did not live up to the praise I told received."

The disappointment that had crossed her face before seemed to vanish completely at his denial of being busy. Instead, it was replaced with a confident stance and the distance between them grew thinner. He rose an eyebrow, only for his expression to slip slightly. A genuine embarrassment slipped through the cracks.

It took just a moment for his gaze to become more direct. "That should be possible, on some level. There are many memories here."


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"I am sure they will." She said with a smile, her head tilted to the side as she was distracted by the way his own lips quirked upwards. Vela enjoyed the way he smiled; it was small and reserved but it was honest. So many people, including herself, plastered on a fake grin to get through many situations, but it seemed when Solas smiled it was because he meant it. Perhaps one day she would see the irony in labeling such a man as honest.

As she approached, more confident than she really felt, there seemed to be a touch of embarrassment there and for a moment it left her unsure of herself, of him. He was intelligent and passionate and Vela loved those things about him; the way he could so eloquently put forth his views and debate his opinions, how his very image seemed to light up with his passion for the fade and its many denizens - but he was so incredibly hard to read. One moment she was sure by the way he looked at her, or the way Vhenan rolled off his tongue, and the next she was left wondering whether she was naught but seeing and hearing things that she wanted, rather than what was actually there.

"I just want to dream." She said softly, the way the flickering flames of the candles illuminated her face threw shadows on the tired lines that had appeared over the course of leading the Inquisition so far. "You always speak of the fade with such reverence, and you go there so often I'm assuming it's because you enjoy it." A tired laugh made its way into the air between them. "I don't mind what we see, where we go. I would just like to enjoy your company when we're not both fighting for our lives." Always his company was a balm, but too often was it marred by the necessity of fighting that came with being the Inquisitor and her companion.

The wide vineyards of Antiva, the mysterious wilds of Orlais, or perhaps the open plains of the Free Marches; all places she wished she could show Solas. She wished she could show him all the places she had discovered as a child, all the secret hideaways and hidden gems of her travels. To share them with him would have made her so happy, but instead she hoped, seeing as she couldn't share her own world, he wouldn't mind sharing his.
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There are cracks; why are there so many cracks? Solas was not used to trusting people. There had never been a reason to do so. His past was filled with terrible people, of dictators who cared only for power and killed ruthlessly. His life had been filled with apathy and he could only recall a single exception, one which had been so great that he had been willing to make a change so great- a change for the better, he had convinced himself, but that was not what had happened, was it?- that he had forgotten of consequences. It had not been romantic love that drove him. Such a feeling had never touched his heart, as foreign to him as the trust that the people of this age seemed to give so freely was.

Yet, his façade gained so many cracks when he was in the presence of Vela. He imagined that to the average individual it was not clear. He had purposely chosen the figure that he was. Nobody remembered a man who was plain and quiet, even if he possessed a great deal of knowledge. They forgot quite quickly, more willing to remember people such as Dorian or the Iron Bull, the people who were loud, sociable, and always on the front line.

The scholar was often forgotten for the warrior, no?

The thought was driven away from him as Vela spoke up, seeming to have noticed his brief embarrassment. From what he could tell, she seemed to misunderstand the source- or perhaps not understand the source; after all, he did not tend to speak about the brief embarrassment of what had happened of their first journey within- but sought to compromise. His lips curved into a smile, though a hint of thought lurked in his gaze.

His hand drifted towards the creases near her eyes, more a sign of exhaustion than age. He hummed, but withdrawing after a moment. "I believe I know just the place."


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 Posted: Dec 10 2017, 06:40 PM
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While Vela loved many people - Keeper Deshanna, Valasan, her mother, her father, her clan - she had never felt the kind of love that was sung about in ballads and written about in stories. When Vela loved she loved deeply; her family meant the world to her, she would do anything for them that would keep them safe and happy, she would protect Valasan to her dying breath if it meant keeping him safe from Hawke, and she would put others before herself if she cared deeply enough for them. What she felt for Solas - something that grew with every passing day - was the same, and yet different. She thought of all the wet and cold nights they had spent together on the road, huddled by the fire to keep warm, all the jokes they had shared witch each other and with their companions as they'd ridden across Thedas. They had fought together, protected each other, healed each other. How could two people go through such hardships, share such wonderful and harrowing experiences and not come out the other side closer to some degree? She wasn't sure what she felt for Solas, tentative to call it love, but knowing it was something more than just friendship.

Whatever it was, whatever happened in the long run, Vela knew he would not be someone she would forget. And she wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

When his fingers drifted towards her eyes they fluttered closed for a moment, imagining how they would feel drifting across her soft skin, cupping her cheek, running down her neck - quickly her eyes opened again, pushing those thoughts deep, deep into the recesses of her mind, locked away in a box and throwing away the key. Pull yourself together, she thought quietly to herself. "I believe I know just the place." Glad for the distraction of his words so her errant thoughts wouldn't become so loud in her head, she smiled in relief. "I'm ready when you are." Though what she was ready for she wasn't quite sure, and the tops of her ears were dusted in pink as she became uncertain of what they were supposed to do. "So do we just... sleep, I guess? Should we do it here?" She motioned to his fairly small sofa. "Or we could go to my room. For some reason they've given me a double bed." Suddenly her whole face went red as she realised what she'd just suggested and how it sounded - she swore she could hear Dorian cackling from the library. "Or you could just knock me out right now. I feel like that would be preferable." She just wanted a giant fade rift to swallow her up as she wallowed red-faced in her mortification.
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It was quiet amusement that Solas listened to Vela speak. It was quickly becoming clear that she was becoming embarrassed, a feeling which undoubtedly increased with each word. There was little to no doubt that it was likely not helped by the low laughter of the Tevene mage from above. While it offered a pleasant image, it was clear that he should speak up soon and attempt to- ah- fix the situation.

His gaze drifted briefly to the bed, a small frown crossing his face. "It would be best if we entered the Fade as we did last time," he said gently. Of course, he had not actually shown her how he had done that last time. It had been part of the reason why she had been unable to realize why they were in the Fade immediately. However, that was something which was unneeded at the moment. After all, he had done it somewhat purposely to answer her question. That, and to gather a touch of amusement.

Not that it had gone entirely as he had imagined it. He cleared his throat, quickly banishing the thought. "Would you like me to show you how to do so?" he offered. Considering that he had the materials on hand, it should not be too difficult. Moreover, he imagined that Vela would appreciate to lean how to do so, if not because of the opportunity to learn something new then as a distraction. Besides, it would be nice to get away from the echoing laughter, as quiet as it was.


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A dark glare was shot up to the library above her as Dorian's cackles faded. Her face burned and she was sure her cheeks and ears were just as red as she imagined they were, and she wondered if the Teven would ever let her forget this awkward moment. Probably not. She took some comfort, though, in the fact that Solas showed only a quiet amusement rather than mortification, as she was sure him being repulsed at the idea of even just lying in bed with her would have been more humiliating - and heart breaking, she decided - than gentle mirth. Thankfully he did not let her wallow in her embarrassment for long, smoothly sweeping along the conversation back to its original path.

"It would be best if we entered the Fade as we did last time," A soft hum rumbled in her throat, and she gave a him a look, because she was certain he knew she had no idea how he'd entered them both into the fade the last time they had been. It was somewhat ruined, however, by the fond quirk of a lip as she tried to keep a straight face. Eventually he relented, but instead of just putting them both into the fade he offered to show her how, and her large ears twitched curiously, folded arms falling loose to her side as her whole body seemed to come to attention at the prospect of learning something new. "Please," A breath, a smile, and a twinkling eye followed his movements, eager for his tutelage.
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It took only a moment to consider where they should go. It hardly needed to be pointed out that the rotunda would be a poor place to show Vela what he had done. They would need to make a stop so that he could pick up what the materials that were needed. While most of them were on hand, chances were that he would need to ask the apothecary for whatever he was missing.

Still, that was not the most important matter at hand. "Is there anywhere you wished to go in particular?" Last time, he had brought Vela to where had seemed both efficient and where he imagined she would prefer. However, if he was to show her what he had done then it did not entirely matter where they went. Skyhold...was a place filled with a great amount of history, far more than he was willing to speak about. Anywhere within the fortress would likely result in bringing forth positive results.

Though, perhaps he would have to consider certain places to avoid. He did not wish to think on it, but the traitorous thought came whether he wished it to. Skyhold held too many secrets, many of which were connected to him. He was not yet ready to admit them to her, as he was sure that the consequences to the truth- to his identity- would ruin his plans. Ruin that and....much more. For the moment, he wished to avoid what was likely inevitable. As such, it would be best to keep away from the parts of Skyhold that hid too and spoke of too much. Places that were...ordinary enough would do well. "Skyhold itself would allow for the luxury of choosing any place that you would prefer to be within. As such, it would be a choice between comfort or curiosity."


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"Is there anywhere you wished to go in particular?" For a moment she thought, wondering where she might like to go, what she'd like to see. She thought about asking him to take her back to the Free Marches so she could see her clan, check that they were all okay. She didn't think it quite worked like that though. With eager eyes she looked around the rotunda - Skyhold wouldn't be a bad place to explore. With an elven name it had obviously been used by elves, but how long ago had that been? What had it looked like when it had been in its prime? What had it been used for, and by whom? She smiled at him, eyes twinkling. "Oh, curiosity always."

There were so many options, but how far could they go? They had managed to dream of Haven despite being in Skyhold, but did their reach have a limit? "I could ask you to take me to Dwarven ruins, or perhaps glimpse the failed battle at Ostagar during the blight. Maybe I could even catch a glimpse of the Emerald Knights? I think I would like to save such adventures for another time, though." After all, the reason she had come to him asking to dream was so she could spend some time with him in an environment that didn't involve fighting for one's life, and not where any nosy Tevinter mages could eaves drop. She didn't feel like witnessing any violence, there was already so much they were witness to.

Her mind was made up. "I would like to see Skyhold. Comfortable, yes, but still lots of curiosities I'm sure." Rooms that held secrets long forgotten, views that had long been eroded away by time, all brought back through a dream. It really was a marvelous thing. "Do you need me to get anything?" She was still eyeing the paraphernalia on his desk, curious as to what, exactly, he would need to send them back into memories long forgotten.
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Vela's answer was not entirely surprising. So so come to learn that she was far more willing to give into her curiosity than the average individual. She did not seem to pause and consider what others might think, as many others he had spoken to thus far did. It was something that he had pondered over in the past. He did not particularly understand what could have led her to possess such an open curiosity. After all, most that he had spoken to within this world seemed to always look over their shoulder. Even those that were curious and held some openness with it spoke about the dangers that came with their curiosity. Yet, Vela did not seem to consider it.

Part of him wondered whether or not he had misjudged the Dalish. Originally, he had believed them to be backwards and foolish due to his initial attempts to speak with them. When he had first tried to speak to the Dalish, he was often met with ridicule and disdain. They did not want to hear what he wished to share. Yet, Vela was Dalish. If they could produce someone such as her, perhaps he had been too quick to judge?

He was not entirely sure whether this theory was correct. However, he did know that Vela was teaching him that there was more to this world than what he had previously thought there to be. Many of his previous assumptions had been wrong. Yet, it did not give him the answer us to watch was correct.

The search for curiosity in Skyhold was dangerous though. He knew that if they dug too deep they would discover exactly what he was trying to hide, what he had not admitted to when questioned about the origin of the fortress: they would discover hints of his own past. On one hand, it was somewhat safe. The past was a world that was nearly unrecognizable in comparison to this world. It would be safe to see...so long as they did not see anything related to him, of course. However, how easy that would be he could not say. If anything, it would be safer to see that which had come to linger after he had lived here.

His lips curved into a small smile at Vela's words. It was clear that she had taken interest in seeing some of the places that he had spoken about. However, in the end learning about Skyhold seemed to hold her greatest interest. Slowly, he nodded. "Most of everything we need is here," he admitted, "All I am missing is a bit of Royal Elfroot."


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Curiosity killed the cat, da'len, that's what they used to say to her, but it never deterred her. Every new place her clan wondered she would be out scouting the area, with or without the hunters, sometimes with friends, sometimes alone, but always sharp-eyed. Many a time had her curiosity led her to new and wonderful discoveries; a ruined temple, a hidden waterfall, a wolf den when the cubs were taking their first steps into the light (she'd had to hide in a tree for hours, but it had definitely been worth it). Perhaps that was what had made her a good candidate for First and eventually Keeper - willingness to know and understand, a thirst to find the truth and hidden secrets. Such a trait had drawn her into trouble many a time in her youth but it hadn't killed her yet, and so curious she remained.

Perhaps it had been due to the openness of her clan, their willingness to let other races in, even if for the briefest of windows. Trading with humans and settling on the outskirts of their settlements had certainly had her growing up more open to the fact that other people had different beliefs, but they also had different stories to tell, too, and that had always intrigued younger Vela. Of course, she believed in the Evanuris, but it was also interesting to see what others believed.

Solas was a being with layer upon layer of mystery and intrigue; acting a certain way when in the presence of certain people, and then coming out with hidden gems the next. Upon first meeting she would never have thought the quiet, unassuming elf to be so charming and elegant, and with each new layer that was revealed to her she was like a mabari with a bone - she wanted to see more. But now she had gotten so caught up in him that the layers didn't so much matter any more as much as the just... being with him.

Glad that they had most of the ingredients so they could be on their way soon, their last item was easy enough to procure. "I planted some in the gardens. Wait here, I can go get some." Suddenly she was glad she had decided to turn the gardens into a nursery rather than a place for prayer. It was so much more practical, and it wasn't as if they would have decorated a holy retreat in the theme of her beliefs. She whisked out of the room with a smile and a flick of dark hair, light on her feet as she went to obtain their final ingredient.
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