It has been obvious from the first day that he had joined the Inquisition that he would be under more suspicion than most; he was an elven apostate that had been away from current events for so long that he had a small grasp of what was going on. The fact that he had instantly been close to someone that was in charge of how things go in Thedas was more than enough to make him appear as a threat - all the others had more than a handful of credentials to their names.
Seeker. Circle Mage. Grey Warden. Qunari Spy.
Solas was not like them and, yet, Lasulahn embraced him all the same. He was welcomed into the fold, he was accepted, and he was proven to be an ally rather than a threat. He was accepted, because Lasulahn had trusted him and made it so. If it had been anyone else... Solas wonders if he would have been so cherished, so welcomed, so appreciated. It is unlikely, but it is his position as part of the Inquisition that has granted him so much of the knowledge and strengths that he has earned over the last few months and he would not trade that for anything.
The fact that he had somehow fallen in with Lasulahn like this... It was unexpected, but he could not find the will to complain or dismiss it. There's a soft warmth in his chest that betrays him; it means that the future is going to be even more dire for him and he is well aware of it. That is something that he is just going to have to accept; he set himself up for his own pain.
It's clear to him that he is pushing Lasulahn, too, and perhaps that is for the best. The Inquisitor is sweet and kind but he is also quiet and shy and he needs to become stronger, needs to feel as though he can speak his mind - to both his dearest friends and his worst enemies. It would not do for the leader of such a grand force to be unable to speak his mind nor express himself. It would be a failing, and Solas hopes that their shared, tender moments might help heal those.
"You should not answer a question with what appears to be a question," Solas teases, tilting his head to offer his skin for the other man to kiss and touch. His arm wraps around Lasulahn and draws him closer, adjusting the weight of their bodies so that he can lean close, pressing his own soft kisses against the other man's mouth. "What if I asked you to touch me, Lasulahn? And let me touch you in return?"
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Seeker. Circle Mage. Grey Warden. Qunari Spy.
Solas was not like them and, yet, Lasulahn embraced him all the same. He was welcomed into the fold, he was accepted, and he was proven to be an ally rather than a threat. He was accepted, because Lasulahn had trusted him and made it so. If it had been anyone else... Solas wonders if he would have been so cherished, so welcomed, so appreciated. It is unlikely, but it is his position as part of the Inquisition that has granted him so much of the knowledge and strengths that he has earned over the last few months and he would not trade that for anything.
The fact that he had somehow fallen in with Lasulahn like this... It was unexpected, but he could not find the will to complain or dismiss it. There's a soft warmth in his chest that betrays him; it means that the future is going to be even more dire for him and he is well aware of it. That is something that he is just going to have to accept; he set himself up for his own pain.
It's clear to him that he is pushing Lasulahn, too, and perhaps that is for the best. The Inquisitor is sweet and kind but he is also quiet and shy and he needs to become stronger, needs to feel as though he can speak his mind - to both his dearest friends and his worst enemies. It would not do for the leader of such a grand force to be unable to speak his mind nor express himself. It would be a failing, and Solas hopes that their shared, tender moments might help heal those.
"You should not answer a question with what appears to be a question," Solas teases, tilting his head to offer his skin for the other man to kiss and touch. His arm wraps around Lasulahn and draws him closer, adjusting the weight of their bodies so that he can lean close, pressing his own soft kisses against the other man's mouth. "What if I asked you to touch me, Lasulahn? And let me touch you in return?"