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Oct. 21st, 2015 01:34 pm
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(Galadriel is fairly used to getting mail but she'll be a bit shocked to receive any in Thedas. For any notes, missives, letters, or other communications.)

Date: 2018-10-06 11:41 pm (UTC)
dirth: (the world would make sense again)
From: [personal profile] dirth
"I think I realised that, after a time. I would have been able to find you otherwise." There's no doubt that he would have been able to walk the Fade and find her in her dreams if she had slept even for a moment. Solas has been a Dreamer for long enough that finding someone he wants or bringing them into his dream is not a difficult feat.

Carefully, he shifts, making it more comfortable for her to settle against him, to relax. He breathes with her, fingers still touching hers.

"I am sure there are many who will tell you about the searching," he admits. Thranduil, for one. Perhaps Myr and Anders as well. He had not hidden it as well as he had hoped. "I am just glad that you are here, safe now."

Date: 2018-10-06 11:58 pm (UTC)
dirth: (broken words like)
From: [personal profile] dirth
"You are safer here than you were before," Solas tells her, and there's an edge to his voice. He might not be fond of these people, but he will not let Galadriel be at risk again. He would put himself forward before he does that - and he reaches for her, taking her hand, hoping to soothe her with a gentle press of finger to finger.

"I knew that there was something... Wrong. The celebration of miracles, knowing that it would come with death, the suffering of the people in the Infirmary... I found their dead. This place screamed of ill thoughts and mistakes long before I discovered the Rift, long before I entertained the idea of something shaping their world. We should have intervened long before we did."

When she coughs Solas turns to her, reaching, comforting her as much as he can. He's further on the bed now, practically climbed on beside her, and he has no sense of decorum or propriety when it comes to her - if Galadriel requires his support then he will give it. When she is done his hands lift, pushing hair from her face, thumb gentle against the soft curve of her cheek as he checks her for fever.

A pause. A tilt of his head, and then -

"Explain."

Date: 2018-10-07 12:24 am (UTC)
dirth: (that you hear at night)
From: [personal profile] dirth
Solas is well aware of how complex a simple answer can be and he does his best not to push. She had been more than understanding when the truth of his past had come between the two of them and he thinks that it is only just that he offers her the same in return. It might be something that he has not experienced before, true enough, but it will, at least, be something he can attempt to understand.

Having power that has gone awry? He can understand that, easily enough.

"I see." Rings of power, entrusted to others. It's something to think about, he thinks, especially if this is where these foolish people are getting their strength from. It makes him question what they can do to fix the situation, especially when he already feeling as though his own strength is not enough, his frown marring his face.

"Perhaps enough to return eyes, at the cost of a life?"

Date: 2018-10-07 01:13 am (UTC)
dirth: art by pinkpinkboota. (baby i'm not moving on)
From: [personal profile] dirth
It’s empathy as much as patience. The loss of her ring might not have caused an incident as large as the loss of his Foci, but it is still causing issues for both her and Thedas. He does not know enough about her ring nor her magic to make a guess as to what it might do in her hands, but if this is what it can do with someone who is new to it... It’s startling and concerning in equal measure.

“It was promised to the elf, Myr.” He’s froening again, deep and settled on his face. “He was blinded and has been given word that the miracle will be given to him next.”

Solas has been judging these people since he first heard of their miracles and hearing that the source of their power is Galadriel herself makes him loathe this place all the more. They are liars, twisting their strength to make others listen and follow them... It is unjust and he can not tolerate it.

“Will you grant me the chance to retrieve it for you?” It’s an obvious concern for her, but Solas isn’t sure how he will react to gaining a ring of power. He’s already desperate for his Foci and if a ring can do this much... But if is not his to take and he has no reason to betray Galadriel of all people.

Sighing, he rests his head on hers, drawing her hand to his lips.

“We will have it returned to you,” vhenan sits on his tongue. “I will go, when you are better.”

Date: 2018-10-07 09:54 am (UTC)
dirth: art by pinkpinkboota. (i'll share in your suffering)
From: [personal profile] dirth
Solas is well aware of what can happen when items of power fall into hands they do not belong in; he had been the one to give Corypheus the orb, as inadvertent as that mistake had been, and he is paying the price of it for now. He has been the price of it for many years now, and the weight of it settles on his shoulders with a heaviness that he can barely shrug off now. He knows the price that comes with power and he knows the dangers it can leave you with - he has simply learned to live with the consequences of his choice.

"I do not intend to use it," even if the temptation is there. If this ring is as powerful as she says it is then it might be enough, but - no. His strength is returning, slowly, and he will have the power to regain what he lost in time. He does not need a ring from a Rift in order to take back what was lost.

"Would you risk another being the one to have it? Would you trust Anders, or Myrobalan?" Solas thinks that, maybe, in this, even Thranduil would not be so wise a choice. "I would take it, but I would not use it. I have no reason to make use of such a power, not when the risks are so clear, so obvious. I do not want that to be a price to be paid."

Leaning forward, his hand lifts, brushing her hair again, stroking gently, drawing her close. He lets her rest against him, lets her drink from her strength, from what he has left to give her, and he draws her closer. When he leans down it's so he can tilt her head, gently enough, and leave a kiss against her mouth. It's a soft, sweet, tender thing, borne of his affection, and the softness to him is more than obvious.

"I will not have myself consumed. I will return to you."

Date: 2018-10-07 10:20 am (UTC)
dirth: (but we're still sleeping)
From: [personal profile] dirth
At least she is comforted, he thinks. Seeing the edge fall away from her, seeing the softness return to her features. It's what she deserves, he thinks - softness, tenderness, especially after the ordeal she has been through. Suspended as she was with the dagger embedded deep, poison in her veins, through her system... She deserves a moment of respite, he thinks. She deserves a time to forget these worries that plague her so desperately.

His fingers slip through hers gently, letting her move and guide him. He knows that this mission of theirs is something dangerous and desperate, but he knows that they might succeed. He knows that, together, they will find the ring and bring Nenya back to its rightful owner. Galadriel will have her ring of power returned, even if Solas has some concerns about what it might do to her.

Drawing her closer is easy. Holding her is easy. The softness comes naturally when his feelings have grown to such depth, and he relaxes as he embraces her.

"I will make sure your trust is not misplaced," he whispers, voice soft. There is a moment between them, he thinks, something that he's not entirely sure he can trust, his voice thick with the emotion, but he nods his head, turning to leave a kiss on her hair. "You are dear to me as well, ma vhenan."

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