Calderas Inbox for Inquisitor Lavellan

[arlathvhen]

Beleth Lavellan

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[goethbeforethefall]

"I do not know. Perhaps they will not; but they restored much of my power to me already. This much will be only a few steps more."

And if they do not, if they deny him, then Solas shall simply have to look elsewhere to satisfy his plans. What is needed here is perspective, as much as the power itself. And with his orb, and his dagger, Solas would have both.

"We were brought here against our wills," He begins, gently, a small shake of their joined hands emphasis to the point, "To be returned home so unceremoniously is... the best we can hope for, from these so-called gods, these Leaders of Caldera. I am yet undecided as to whether they are to be opposed, or if their purpose is acceptable— but when we leave, it should be on our own terms."

He lets go her hand, his own sliding up, to grasp at her shoulders, gentle still, but insistent, bending towards her with the intensity of his sincerity, and passion of purpose. Solas realizes, abruptly, that he has come not to inform Beleth, but also to ask for her blessing. That she would approve of his path has become important, somehow— important to him, at least.

"The Orb and the Dagger were made to breach barriers, and to create them. With their power, I will— I will attempt to bring Felassan with us, to our place in space as well as time. We are already displaced, the damage half-done, and I would not see him discarded if he can be saved. Vhenan, I must try."

[arlathvhen]

"You having power while trapped in their world is something that can aid them -- just as you aided people when the earthquakes happened. But if you are given the ability to escape..." Then all that they had invested into allowing him to have his power would be gone, as he left, and took her with him -- though she doubted they would miss her and her meager abilities as dearly as Solas, who had done so many quests, and had been given so much in return.

Her first instinct is that these leaders should indeed be opposed. That they should be fought against, if possible, forced to release the hostages they'd taken captive, that have been forced to bleed and even die for them. But then she thinks of Finn, of Barcus, and Ashton, and the other people here. They would not want the leaders to be cast aside, when it could risk the entire world.

She had thought about attempting to get everyone to come together, to leverage their aid in exchange for better circumstances. But even that would be no small task. Most of the Visitors were obliging enough, friendly on the surface. But she felt that attempting to point them all in one direction would be... difficult. Maybe if things with Triton shook out just right... She knew better than anyone how having a specific danger to rally people against could raise an army.

But Solas is grasping her, and she thinks, vaguely, that if anyone else that she had ever known in her life had held her in such a way, she'd be lashing out. But Solas, she trusted. She understood. Whether or not she agreed--

But then he mentions Felassan, and suddenly, Beleth recalls the vision in the orb, bought for a poem written for love. Of the three of them, standing in the Fade. And a fourth -- and that's when she makes her decision. She has enjoyed her time in Caldera, enjoyed the people here. But there will be no infant, not if Beleth can avoid it. Their future does not rest in Caldera, but in Thedas, and it must be all three of them.

She'd promised him.

"Yes," She finds herself agreeing, the hand that had been grasping his reaching up to cup his face, a thumb swiping over his jaw. "He deserves as much. Rook and most of her crew have already been removed from Caldera. Only Davrin knows what you are capable of, and he has not seen fit to involve himself. I will keep an eye on him, anyway. I can't do much to help you, but... I'll do what I can."

This was the way it had to go, wasn't it? If this was the path before them, then she would walk it with him, without half measures.

[goethbeforethefall]

How like Vhenan to think first of the politics of their situation, to consider his safety, and the interference of the Veilguard. So caught up had he been in despair, and in plans for the future, in his own work and power, and in Felassan's concerns...

...He had, for some few, blessed weeks, forgotten about them entirely.

Yes, she says, and he bows towards her in naked relief; having come this far, this honestly, he cannot hide it from her now. One hurdle past, and he will not need to sleep by her side, and kiss her in the morning, and love her whilst also hiding from her his actual motives. He will not need to lie, to save Felassan, not to her; Solas knows better than most, what a privilege that lack of choice truly is. Faith, answered with faith, and hope with hope. His smile is soft, tender and real.

"Ma Serannas," He whispers, eyes closed and pressed close, his brow right against hers, as near as a kiss, and vows to deserve it, "I will not betray the faith you put in me, Vhenan. Never again."

[arlathvhen]

She watches Solas bow before her, then he presses his forehead against hers, and Beleth closes her eyes, taking in the feeling of him. Of the two of them, together. Working as one. It's almost perfect -- almost. There's one thing that weighs on her, the knowledge that she's carried with her this entire time, since first she reached for Solas when the two of them found each other in Caldera.

He still wants to tear down the Veil. And now he'll have the instruments to do it.

But she's committed to this path, now. And she knows, she knows that Solas can see reason. That he will see reason, eventually. Will all of this mess with the timeline? If Solas escapes, if they all escape, will they be in his time, or her own? But Solas is right -- she's putting her faith in him. She'll trust him, just like she always has. It'll work out. It has to.

"I know," She says, soft but confident, hands cupping his face gently. "I know. Everything is going to work out. I love you, so much. Always."