the andraste and shartan reincarnated thing with moran and solas for ialpiriel
Solas’ ears turn red, and he looks away when he realizes she’s staring at him.
"I’m sorry, it’s just—" Moran pauses, and chews at her lip. "I feel like I know you." His chest tightens.
"It is entirely possible we have met in the Fade before." She shakes her head at that, still staring at him.
"It’s like… it’s like lathbora viran, the path to a place of lost love.” Moran scoots closer to him and peers into his face. “Something about you is so familiar…" Solas can’t meet her eyes.
He can’t take it anymore. He stands.
"Come, inquisitor, we have an army to lead," and the words leave his mouth before he can stop them, almost the same words he uttered so long ago. Moran’s face goes blank, and Solas can almost see the memories, the ancient battles flashing in her eyes. He wants to leave, but he is rooted to the spot.
Moran blinks rapidly, and stands, gripping his shoulders.
“Shartan,” she breathes, her eyes sweeping over his face. She wets her lips unconsciously.
"Andraste," and his voice cracks. A tear rolls down his face and she embraces him.
"What happened to you?" she whispers into his shoulder. Solas runs his hands down her back, fingers tangling in her long hair.
He looks up, trying in vain to stop more tears from escaping, before he speaks.