eveninglottie:ASCENDANT: PROPHET EMINENT UPDATEFrom the ashes of Haven, the Inquisitor rises. As Ros
eveninglottie:ASCENDANT: PROPHET EMINENT UPDATEFrom the ashes of Haven, the Inquisitor rises. As Roslyn’s power grows and the world turns to her for salvation, something else stirs in the shadows—something ancient, that should never have been forgotten.Dragon Age || Solas x Trevelyan || Sequel to Herald AsunderChapter 48. The Bravest GirlRoslyn awoke to the soft sounds of someone breathing beside her.She blinked. Frowned. Shifted back at once at the feeling of skin next to hers—only to relax when she saw Solas’s face. The riot of alarm fluttering in her chest died. His body was warm, still under her hands where she had fallen asleep on his chest.The sight of him arrested her for a moment. He was…soft in sleep. Unencumbered in a way he had never been while awake. Her mind shied away from such intimacy before she realized, with a confusing swell of heat and nerves, that this was not an intrusion. He was here. With her. In her tent. Both of them were naked, limbs tangled under her thin cotton blanket on a cot which had not been meant for more than one person to sleep on. She had invited him to spend the night with her.Chest tight, she eased herself upright, thrilling at the immediacy of their touch. Fighting a strange urge to bolt, to put as much space as she could between them. This is normal, she told herself, trying not to jostle him as she rose and slipped out of bed. Totally normal.A sudden flicker of amusement spread through her mind—the wolf.She winced. Hello there.The wolf had been absent all night. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t truly interacted with it since expelling herself from the vision of Andraste.Thank you for… stepping into the other room.Wry, begrudging acceptance filtered down into her chest as she felt it shift. It seemed to be considering Solas through her eyes. Assessing him.So… what do you think? she asked, not sure if it could understand what she was asking.The wolf gave a heavy sigh, settling on its large, grey-dappled paws in the front of her mind. Distrust resonated through their connection, followed by caution, and not a small amount of annoyance. But there was…fondness there as well.Roslyn wondered if that came from the vestiges of Wisdom, or from her.She paused before stepping away, tracing the elegant lines of his faded tattoos. Her fingers skimmed his skin, drawing a small, unconscious sigh from his lips.Maker’s breath, I’m well and truly lost.Read the rest on AO3.Like what I do? Consider supporting me on Ko-fi <3 -- source link
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