[ This place was once as close to home as Solas had ever felt in this new world; slipping between the Fade and the real world, sliding into the gaps between the Veil and feeling as if he could breathe for the first time. Now? It feels a touch more cloying, a touch more dangerous, his life-force itself tying them all together, keeping the world itself on its feet. It might have been enough to break him entirely, if he had been left to do it alone.
He is not alone. Emalien had chosen to come with him, to stand at his side, despite all the ills he had caused. There is no logic in that but love, he thinks, and the blessing of adoration sits heavy on his shoulders.
Slipping into whatever peace he can find, Solas is deaf to the world before she comes to him. Careful arms wrap around him, draw him back, and his low chuckle is soft and warm as he basks in the knowledge of being loved, of the fact that she chose him. She saw the good in him, even when his own sight was blinded by grief and regret; there is nothing he can do to show her the depth of his own love in return.
Turning, he captures her mouth with his own, a gentle kiss of his lips before he sighs softly. ]
Nothing more important than you. [ Their noses brush, and he smiles, all fondness and sweetness. ] My attention is yours.
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He is not alone. Emalien had chosen to come with him, to stand at his side, despite all the ills he had caused. There is no logic in that but love, he thinks, and the blessing of adoration sits heavy on his shoulders.
Slipping into whatever peace he can find, Solas is deaf to the world before she comes to him. Careful arms wrap around him, draw him back, and his low chuckle is soft and warm as he basks in the knowledge of being loved, of the fact that she chose him. She saw the good in him, even when his own sight was blinded by grief and regret; there is nothing he can do to show her the depth of his own love in return.
Turning, he captures her mouth with his own, a gentle kiss of his lips before he sighs softly. ]
Nothing more important than you. [ Their noses brush, and he smiles, all fondness and sweetness. ] My attention is yours.