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about three days after the bonfire - Audio

[samantha_grey]

[She waited a few days to contact Solas. She hadn't been drunk, but overwhelmed with hormones and spells, so she'd remembered most of what happened that night. That alone was embarrassing as hell, considering what had happened with him. Still, she owed him an apology.]

If you'll let me, I think I owe you an apology for the other night.

[harel]

The fault is with me. I reacted without thought.

[samantha_grey]

Well, the fault is really with the Maeve for driving us a little nuts with that fire, really. [She sighed, rubbing her fingers through her hair.] I was getting aggressive, and I don't like it when I get that aggressive. I'm sorry about that.

You didn't have any trouble, did you?

a gift

[herenoirthere]

[One morning during the next five days, Solas will wake to intestines on his door. They've been hung in the shape of a heart, and they already smell ripe. In the middle of the heart, someone has written "Me + Her" and drawn little hearts in more blood.

Little bits of intestine are stuck to other parts of the door, too, and blood pools around the doorjamb.]

5/26 - a note

[herenoirthere]

[A paper scented like lavender, mint, and blood is left on Solas's nightstand when he wakes up in the morning. It is written in brownish red ink.]

She's so pretty when she cries. Why won't she cry for me?

Waifu Gifts Operations Unlocked

[neverarightstep]

[After their conversation in the garden, for every day Grainne doesn't see Fen'Harel, she leaves something in his inbox or room for him.

At first, and most often, they are small baked goods like boxes of cookies or (really badly) frosted decorated cakes, each new batch an improvement on the old. Or small woven charms of protection, medical salves for bruises and cuts, sweet smelling herbal teas, or a note where she has left an entire prepared meal for him.

After a while, larger items may appear, such as a well made leine tunic in his size, bottles of cider, fitted leggings, or socks that look knitted, but actually aren't. Lots of socks. Because winter is coming. Winter likes toes. Especially bare ones. And at least once, perhaps a new hand woven blanket, with a minor warmth spell woven in it, made up of Celtic knots and designs.

She takes her duties seriously, but of course, Grainne wouldn't give him anything he didn't want or need, and a word will make her stop.]

[harel]

[He keeps all the gifts, as they pile up outside his door. The door is, at all times, locked. He doesn't allow anyone into his room, alas, not even waifus.

But he does keep the gifts, laying the blanket across the bed because that is what one does with the blanket, and he wears the leine tunic at least once. The only thing he doesn't keep is the tea, because he recalls detesting tea, and even now the bitter taste is too much for him.

He does not ask her to stop, however. She is not hurting him. There is no reason to request she desist.]

Video - After Hearing the News 8/18

[samantha_grey]

[Have a pissed off half-breed Solas! She's still seething. Oh, she's still seething. Every word bitten off like something was bitter in her mouth.]

Explain yourself, Fen'Harel.

[harel]

[He looks up from whatever it is he's doing - in Meallan's room. He's still there.]

I am an elf. I am male. What else would you like to know?

[samantha_grey]

Why did you rip your heart out and your magic with it, Fen'Harel. Don't play games with me. I'm not in the mood for it.

an unexpected guest

[rowancrowned]

[ there is a knock, two hours after dawn. thranduil, now a recluse since the hunt, has slipped from his room to that of the male he would once call kin. he has mourned enough, fussed enough, felt sorry for himself enough- now, it is time for action. he was king by virtue of the grace of his silvans, but he was a prince by blood, an elf, beloved by eru. he excelled in crisis; here was one.
for what was the wisdom of millennia if not put to use?

starting with solas. ]

[harel]

[The body remembers old actions, and logic transcends emotion. When the knock comes, Solas goes to his door and slips out, carefully shutting it behind him. His room is even more of a sanctuary now than it was before. It isn't emotion that compels him to hold the place sacred but rather logic. He needs one place that no one else touches. This is sensible.]

Sounven. Have you come to check on me, too? You needn't. I am well.

[rowancrowned]

Your sudden transformation is alarming, Aradhrog.

[ and indeed it is- the light in his eyes is gone, so much of his fëa is gone, veiled. he could still pick him out of a crowd as solas, but he was solas. just diminished, and alarmingly so.

he closed his eyes, slipped his hands into the opposite sleeves. ]

I would speak with you about your condition, what has changed and what has not, and I would do so in private. Would you come with me?

text; the evening of august 28th

[mannersmaketh]

Hey, you busy?

[harel]

No.

[Sorry, Eggsy. There are no filters for pleasantries now.]

Email 9/2

[prideinthefall]

Solas,

I did not see at the house during the monster attacks. Are you well?

-Sephiroth

[harel]

Sephiroth,

Of course. I don't court trouble. People seem to have a difficult time understanding that though I lack emotion, I am not a child. I don't seek trouble. It was easy enough to stay away from the monsters, once I became aware of their existence. They were not particularly clever creatures.

Solas

[rowancrowned]

( so, this is the invitation for housewarming party for thranduil’s new flat. the invite itself will appear on the tenth, and i should have a mingling log up on the thirteenth or so. i wanted to seriously forward date this stuff. feel free to bother him with questions about the event. i just wanted to make a pretty invite so bad. )

10/9

[samantha_grey]

So... you're 'you' again, right? [There was a distant grunt.] May I punch you in the arm for that shit? Please?

...

Sorry I didn't check in after the fighting. I lost someone, and my mind's been kind of pre-occupied.

[harel]

I am, yes, though I would appreciate you waiting to punch me until I've recovered. This is... overwhelming at best. The Maeve's magic protected me at the party. Though I am loath to give them any praise, I am glad they did now. There is... so much. It overwhelms.

Don't apologize. You are allowed your grief, and I was in no position to speak with anyone following our return.

text, around the same time as Meallan's post

[godanswered]

She... hadn't wanted to talk on Meallan's post, hadn't wanted to draw attention from the real matter at hand. But still, there's relief at seeing his responses, enough to draw her out and make her send a message, brief as it is]

You're back.

[harel]

It would seem so, for better or worse.

To: Solas and Guest From: Dorian Pavus

[rebelarchivist]

[rowancrowned]

[ a box arrives in the evening of the 31st—green wrapped and tied with a silver bow. inside solas will find a set of robes, perfectly tailored.

under the robes is a leather-bound book. the cover reads pennas silevril, and upon opening to the cover page, there's an illustration of thranduil himself. across from the picture is an elegant script. the arrival of the book in eros had translated this as it had the script inside, for it reads 'this book belongs to' followed by a few lines of shaky script, names of elflings who this book had belonged to.

the book is filled with illustrations to the accompanying stories: the music of the ainur and the creation of the world, the birth of the two trees, fëanor creating the silmarils, doriath and the meeting of thingol and melian, the lay of luthien, and the fall of thranduil's birth city. the book is much the same as the noldor version, the silmarillion, but as much as that book is noldo propaganda, this is the sindarin version. the book covers middle-earth's history up to the last alliance. indeed, the last picture is that of the battle of dagorlad.

tucked into the folds of tissue are several sweets. there is no card. ]

The fuck is timely

[godanswered]

[Close to the end of the holiday season a small parcel is left outside Solas’ door, wrapped up tightly in a deep blue cloth, with a knot that holds quite well. Inside there are few things, a few small hearth cakes, recently baked and tied up in another small parcel of white cotton. And also two older books, both on Amare magic with another, smaller newer book, all the pages crisp and unlined for whatever he wishes to do with it. As well as a small slip of paper, with Eli’s neatest handwriting on it, Many blessings, Eliana]