Fanfic writer with a passion for exploring romantic relationships // Fandoms: Horizon Zero Dawn, Mass Effect, and Dragon Age // Fandom: Dragon Age, Horizon Zero Dawn, Mass Effect
Solas tilts his head forward and releases a heavy sigh.
Elia’s hands grow still on his shoulders. “Are you all right? I’m not going too hard, am I?”
“No, not at all,” he reassures. “It is… perfect, actually. No need to stop.”
Her soft chuckle floats into the air, and her hands resume their kneading. “It’s all your late-night reading. You’re giving yourself a crooked neck,” she chides.
He smiles as her thumbs press a firm line from the base of his skull along his shoulders. “You are probably correct,” he admits. “But pain is a small price to pay for knowledge.”
She chuckles again. “You are such an intractable academic,” she teases. She drops a light kiss on his neck, the runs the heels of her hands along the sides of his spine.
Solas groans happily as her palms press into the knots in his back. “You’re enabling my intractable academia with this massage,” he says. “I should continue reading late if this will be my reward.”
He huffs a little laugh as Elia pokes him in the side. “Do you want me to continue or not?” she demands, but he can hear the laughter in her voice.
“I apologize, Inquisitor,” he says. “Please, by all means, continue.” His tone is teasing, and Elia pokes him once more before resuming her careful kneading of his skin.
Alright, here is my contribution to DA Day. Of course I went with a Solavellan theme. She looks more like she’s getting married, but I was going for a ‘Winter Ball’ kind of feel. Maybe Vivienne chose her attire, I’m not sure.
Am still learning how to do fabrics so this was a bit more challenging than I’m used to.
Please give credit, do not alter or edit if reposting.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned how absolutely besotted Athelas is of Solas’ chest. She loves them. She loves caressing them. She loves groping them. As much as Solas loves groping her butt. Solas thinks she’s cute for liking it hahahah 🙈🙈🙈
T/N: That’s Athelas’ hand, please don’t tag your Inquisitor/Lavellan.
I had to try multiple times to do this before Tumblr would actually let me save my work but YAY I now have a masterpost of all my AO3 works, organized by ship and fandom!
Perfect timing for this prompt – thank you @bronzeagelove! I just finished reading a soul-crushing Solavellan fic for the second time and am utterly destroyed, so some nice fluffy Solavellan is a soothing balm to my soul…😉
“Is something wrong?” Solas’s quiet voice floats out from her bedroom, followed by the man himself. His barefooted steps are silent as he comes to lean against the balcony at her side.
She smiles up at him. “Quite the contrary, actually. I was just listening to the music.” She nods her head vaguely in the direction of Skyhold’s grounds. “Someone is playing… something. It doesn’t quite sound like a lute…”
Solas cocks his head to listen to the delicate serenade, and Elia watches the thoughtful creasing of his brow. Then he shifts his weight and folds his arms. “Lyre, if I am not mistaken. It is a lovely duet.”
Elia gazes at his handsome profile with a rush of affection. He always seems to have an answer, even for her unasked questions, and he rarely requires more than a few seconds to pluck the information she requests from the depths of his mind. She wonders what it must be like to have such an excellent memory.
Eventually he meets her gaze, and his expression softens. “What are you thinking?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing much,” she says, not wanting to gush all over him like the hopelessly besotted woman that she is. She leans affectionately against him instead. “Just that this is nice. The quiet, the music… it’s so peaceful.” She closes her eyes and smiles, savouring the fine sound of the lyre duet as it slides through the darkness of the night. “It sounds like… raindrops tinkling against metal, but fuller. Or maybe… like pearls falling against a mirror, but less strident.” She sighs, frustrated by her inability to properly put the sound into words. “That distinct resonant plucking… I just really like stringed instruments.”
She sighs again and opens her eyes only to find Solas staring at her with such warmth that her breath catches in her throat. Without breaking her gaze, he steps back from the balcony and extends a hand to her. “Come, vhenan,” he says softly. “Dance with me.”
FUN FACT: I started this on November 1st and just. kept. running. out. of. time. I apologize. I still didn’t get to add everyone I wanted to, so I am going to schedule some reblogs of some great pieces I read last month for later today.
You know the drill! (Or maybe you don’t, IDK your life) Read on below the cut to see what fics I read last month, and what audiobooks I listened to! It was a slow month for novels and longfics for me, but I do have a ton of one-shots that I loved.
The Sharper Edge of Love: Romance, Sex, and Fanfic 