Solas comes to her more evenings than he doesn't now, even if it is not to stay for longer than a few hours: he enjoys her company, enjoys the warmth, the understanding that the two of them together, as a pair, is something that he clings to amidst everything else seeming to go wrong. He is losing much and it pains him to think that, in the end, he might lose her as well, but he is selfish enough to cling to whatever she might be able to offer him, anything that she will give until the world ceases to be.
Slipping into her room is easy and be brings with him some more notes on the nature of Thedas for her to read. Around his neck is his usual jawbone necklace, but twisted around it and the string holding it together are strands of golden hair - likely familiar to her, if no one else. Solas expects many people to imagine that it is her hair and not someone else's, give their relationship and standing with one another.
"Feamarnya." His voice is soft as he leans to kiss her cheek in greeting. "Good evening."
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post hair cutting.
Date: 2018-12-18 09:38 pm (UTC)Slipping into her room is easy and be brings with him some more notes on the nature of Thedas for her to read. Around his neck is his usual jawbone necklace, but twisted around it and the string holding it together are strands of golden hair - likely familiar to her, if no one else. Solas expects many people to imagine that it is her hair and not someone else's, give their relationship and standing with one another.
"Feamarnya." His voice is soft as he leans to kiss her cheek in greeting. "Good evening."