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Slow Burning Dreamer	By : Breathing2nd Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 3692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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- 8-8
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
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There had been a time, not so long ago, when Isala had stared up into the sky and wondered if she would see stars in it ever again. The glow from the breach had drown out nearly all other light, until there was nothing but the sickly green hue bathing the earth below it. Now the sky was scared, forever marred by the faint green ripple of what had once been the breech, but at least she could see the stars.

            Out here, at the base of the mighty Frostbacks, the stars seemed just a little brighter and Isala had a clear view from where she was. The water surrounding her was surprisingly warm. She hadn’t been able to sleep and had remembered seeing the small lake when they’d made their way to the camp site. It was just far enough away from the Inquisition troops to feel private, but still close enough that Isala knew help wasn’t out of reach. Not that she thought she would need it.

            The sounds of birds and crickets had all but died away as the warm hum of the water seeped into her ears. Her pale hair spread out around her face like a sea creature and her small clothes clung to her body as she floated along the surface of the water.

            She hardly noticed the ripple in the lake as something disturbed it, but she righted herself just in time to catch the last of Solas’ bare torso descend into the water. Her breath caught audibly in her throat before she could stop herself. The woods were dark and the water was darker, but the moon shone above them and kissed the elf’s skin in pale light. He looked like a predator swimming toward her. He barely disturbed the surface of the water as he glided across it and toward the elven Inquisitor.

            “Solas?” She made his name a question and it seemed to get swallowed up in the emptiness of the night surrounding them.

            “Inquisitor. Have I disturbed you?” His voice was calm, even, and cultured. As always.

            Isala swallowed hard as he drew closer. “N-no.” She stammered. She was kicking her feet gently beneath her to stay afloat. The water was deeper here and she had to use her arms to steady herself. “I didn’t know you’d made it back to camp.” She tried to keep her eyes from wandering. She’d only ever seen the barest hints of flesh from the other elf. The smooth skin of his hands, the peeking of his toes and heels…his bare face. Now she could see snatches of him glinting beneath the water’s surface. The hollow of his throat. The broad expanse of his shoulders. The muscles pulling and moving under his skin as he swam.

            Isala’s mouth went dry.

            “Everyone else seems to be asleep.” He made it a statement.

            “I can’t sleep.” She didn’t tell him the reason. She didn’t tell him it was because she was worried she might find him there, waiting for her, tempting her. The Inquisitor wondered if perhaps, she’d have been better off confined to her tent.

            “And so you found this place.” He was glancing around, watching the water run along his skin, closing his eyes against the breeze on his face. Isala’s lips parted in an exhale and she turned her attention skyward.

            “The stars are out tonight. I came to clear my head. I always enjoyed swimming before, seemed as good a place as any.” She leaned back into the water and began to float. She was staring at the sky again as the water muffled the sound around her. For a moment she almost forgot he was there with her, but then the water shifted and she knew he had mirrored her position and was floating only inches away. She had a sudden urge to look over at him. To see how much of his body was exposed out of the water.

            “Does it help?” She heard his voice even with her ears submerged. “Have you managed to clear your head?”

            “I don’t think so.” She admitted softly. It was difficult for her to discern exactly how quiet her voice was. The water distorted it so much.

            It was silent for several heartbeats. The lake was still, save for the gentle movements of their hands and feet every now and again. She kept her face skyward against every nerve ending wanting to glance over at him. Why was he here, now, with her?

            “Solas, I think we should talk about the dreams.” She stated suddenly. “About what they mean.”

            “What do you believe they mean?” He asked evenly.

            If she could have shrugged in water, she would have. “I don’t know. I’ve never shared a dream with someone.”

            “Nor have I.” It sounded like a confession.

            “I find that difficult to believe.”

            “Why?”

            “Well, you seem the most comfortable in the Fade. Like you’d much rather spend your time there than here, in the real world.”

            “And what makes your world any more real than the Fade?” He asked and Isala felt like she’d hit a nerve, though the inflections of his voice never changed.

            “I didn’t mean to offend you.” She did turn her face toward him then. The moonlight was peeking out from behind the clouds. It caused the water to shimmer where it covered his flesh and she could see that his chest was bare, facing the sky. She could make out the long, toned muscles of his abdomen, pulled taught with the subtle effort to remain afloat. His steely eyes opened and he glanced toward her.

            “I took no offense. If anything, your observations of my time spent in the Fade are a compliment.” There was that ghost of a smile again. The one that made him look young and almost mischievous. “You are the first person I have shared a dream with, Isala.” He made a point of saying her name, rather than use her title and the Inquisitor felt her breath catch. She regained control of her floating body and refocused her attention skyward.

            “You’ve kissed me twice in a dream now, Solas. I think that’s worth discussing.” She tried to keep her voice objective. She was the Inquisitor, after all, not some confused hand-maiden.

            “I believe it was you who initiated the first kiss.” He commented and she could have sworn she heard a hint of laughter in his voice.

            Isala felt herself blushing. “But you kissed me back.” She prodded. “And a few weeks ago, I didn’t initiate that.” Though, she might have verbally instigated it, she had to admit.

            “Another ill-advised reaction. I should not have done that, nor should I have encouraged the first kiss.”

            Isala frowned. He was so confusing. “You said it could never be anything more than a fleeting dream. You meant us?”

            He was quiet, too quiet, and she lifted her head just enough to expose her ears. “Yes.” He confessed softly and there was a distant sadness in his voice. “I am glad you have found someone in Cullen.” He added, making a point to say the Commander’s name. To remind her of the man she had started something with. Though, she couldn’t help but feel like something had started long before Cullen had kissed her. Right next to her. In her dreams.

            “Why are you here?” She asked, turning her head out of the water to watch him as he replied. To see the subtle nuances dance across his face.

            “To help close the breaches. To stop Corypheus.”

            “No, not the Inquisition. Why are you here? Right now. In this place. With me?” She pressed and watched as his face grew solemn. His lips parted as if he were going to answer, but then he lifted his face and turned to meet her stare. Isala felt movement beneath the water only a moment before his fingertips brushed her own. He took her hand and held it there between them, just beneath the water’s surface. The other elf turned his face skyward once again and continued to float there with her hand in his.

            Isala licked her lips and swallowed hard. It seemed like such a simple thing and yet, Solas was not a simple man. Things with him were anything but simple. She fought her own instincts and managed to turn her face back toward the stars. Silence blanketed them and for a long while they remained like that. Two souls floating adrift beneath a sea of stars, a lacing of fingers holding them together.

            Isala felt her palm begin to itch with the desire to touch more of him. He was so close. It would have been so easy to run her fingers along some bare sliver of skin. To find out how firm his abdomen was. To see how much of him was covered beneath the gentle waves surrounding them. Then Solas began to move her hand beneath the water. He brought it up to rest against his bare chest and Isala held her breath as he left it there, the cool night air brushing against it as the water ran down her fingertips to pool along his skin.

            The elven mage’s breath eased out in a sigh as she moved her hand ever-so-slightly. She took note of every ripple, every divot, every nuance in his toned flesh. She counted the muscles in his abdomen and traced the outline of his navel. She expected to feel the brush of wet fabric at the curve of his hip, but there was nothing and Isala’s pale eyes went wide.

            He was naked.

            Her heart sped instantly. Her mouth drying out as her breaths became heavier. She could feel the soft dip that made up the V shape of his pelvis and she bit her lip unsure of how far she was meant to travel. Unsure of where she should allow herself to go. Her hand hesitated there against his bare skin as she stared up at the sky. And then, she felt his hand slide over hers and guide her.

            She found him there. His skin was smooth and firm and she curled her fingers around him. His breath caught as she gripped him and it only served to urge her onward. She rose from the water, intent to roll over and face him. To watch him as she worked him over. To see the desire in his eyes. Watch the pleasure move over his face. Kiss him as he moaned around her mouth.

            She hit the floor hard and groaned in pain as her pillows and coverlet fell down after her. She could hear birds outside her balcony and cursed into the wooden floorboards.

            “Fenedhis!”
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