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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: 2018-12-20 09:33 pm (UTC)
dirth: (i am the one who)
From: [personal profile] dirth
Solas recognises the blankness, the diplomacy - how many times has he entertained and engineered it himself, to protect himself, to learn from others? Lifting a hand, he brushes hair from her face, fingers touching her cheek gently, thumb along her cheekbone.

"Not given willingly." His voice is soft, low. He does not reach to touch the hair twined along the jawbone, does not look at it or do anything that might draw more attention to it. There's a reason he chose to take hair rather than blood: he knows well enough the damage it might do, the hurt, to have one curl of hair taken without consent, without allowance from the Elvenking himself. Solas knows better.

"Thranduil offered his blood in return for my forgiveness. I did not feel as though it was an appropriate trade." He has nothing to hide from her, after all, the woman who has truly seen into the depth of his heart and not turned away. She knows all he has to offer, the memories that burden him even now. "His hair was taken instead, by his own knife."

Date: 2018-12-30 04:15 pm (UTC)
dirth: art by pinkpinkboota. (i'm gonna be there to catch you)
From: [personal profile] dirth
Solas knows enough to recognise the kind of punishment he had thrust upon Thranduil's shoulders, and that is enough for now. He cannot demand anything else when the theft of blood was too dangerous to take. Thranduil is no agent, no creature under his control - he is a Provost, a leader, an Elvenking. Solas cannot bend him to his will completely, but he can ward and warn him, can punish him for broken trust.

"One that was necessary," he admits, voice low and quite. He does not know if his vhenan will judge him for what he had done, if he will inspire his ire, but he hopes that she does not. He reaches for her, palm flat against her cheek, drawing her close and leaning up to meet her lips with his own. There's is always that slight thrill at the reminder of her height, the glory of the elven people, what she mirrors.

Careful fingers rest on her hip, gentle, and his smile is just for her.

"I have promised I will attend his wedding. My heart will have to decide the rest another time."

Date: 2018-12-30 06:33 pm (UTC)
dirth: (there was a time)
From: [personal profile] dirth
“I am sure one will come, in time. Betrayals are not easy to forget.” But he has her to soften the edge of himself, to calm the more rattled side of him. There might be an edge of something darker and more dangerous, had he not been encouraged towards forgiveness, but he is a touch kinder - especially around her.

Galadriel brings him more comfort than he could have ever imagined. It is almost frightening.

“It will remain for some time. It would not do for him to forget.” He does not lean away from her touch. His heart lies surely in her hands, no hesitation as he leans to steal another kiss, pressing their mouths together. Whatever affection he might have held - or might still hold - is second to the depth of his love for her.

There’s a small smile on his face.

“How might you compete with him, ma vhenan? What would you have me do for you, to show you my heart?”

Date: 2018-12-30 09:26 pm (UTC)
dirth: (hate is spitting)
From: [personal profile] dirth
There is no hesitation in him, not when it comes to this. There is a weight of a world on his shoulders, but Galadriel eases it for him - why would he not want to give her something in return? To show his affection to her however she might demand or ask, to prove that he is true to her... It is not so great a burden to bear, not when his thoughts are a myriad of things. When he considers what she might mean to him, what her existence means to the fate of Thedas...

Solas bows his head, voice soft as he speaks.

"I would wear it with honour, vhenan."

Date: 2018-12-31 01:56 am (UTC)
dirth: (what's begun)
From: [personal profile] dirth
It’s a similar ilk to Thranduil’s, there’s no denying that, but it means something more to be given it by her own hand. Solas is not fool enough to mistake the gesture; he’s warmed by it, fingers curling around the single strand. There’s a distinct urge to kiss it, as thin as it is, but he resists. Instead, he smiles.

“I am no archer,” he admits. “But I will remember it, should it be necessary. Thank you, Galadriel.” He steals another kiss, soft, gentle. “What shall I fashion it into? How best would you like me to wear your affection?”

Date: 2018-12-31 02:34 am (UTC)
dirth: (i am the one who)
From: [personal profile] dirth
“Perhaps I shall fashion a ring, so that I might always have it close. I can think of little else that would please me as much.” It’s impossible to keep himself too far from her now, in this moment, soft and careful as he embraces everything that she gives him. This is the kind of moment he will not forget, that will soothe him in his dreams.

He would kiss her again and again, their noses nudging as he shakes his head, offering a new promise.

“Yours I shall wear with pride and joy. Many will mistake his for yours,” because people are foolish and would never suspect the truth, “but I shall wear your gift close to my heart. It has great meaning to me, my love.”

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