megthemariner:

Time for more Solavellan! This was nice to write, very introspective :)

Takes place post-DAI: Trespasser and pre-DAV. For any readers of my fic Suledin, it’s essentially another little peek into their lives from that time

For @dadrunkwriting

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Audience: General | Pairing: Solas/Eliana Lavellan | WC: ~500 | CW: none

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It’s late - so late it could nearly be called early - when Solas finally makes his way through the eluvian, up the path and into their cabin. He quietly closes the door behind him, his heart racing slightly at the sight of Eliana’s staff leaning against the wall next to it. She is here, still. He has not missed her this time.

Using the moonlight streaking through the windows for light, Solas carefully manoeuvres around the table, resisting the urge to straighten the chair Eliana always leaves askew. He steps into their bedroom, pausing at the doorway to set his bag down beside it. Solas strips off his tunic and pants, leaning against the cool stone wall to remove the leather wrappings from his calves and feet. He slowly pads towards their bed, squinting slightly in the dim light for Eliana.

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