He pulled away and our lips parted.
“Don’t go,” I said, catching his elbow in my hand. The anchor sparked quietly, my every breath threatening to shatter our moment. My heart strained against the confines of my binder.
He, like so many other things, could pass me by.
“It would be easier in the long run,” Solas said, his face twisting into a mask of sorrow. “But losing you…”
Like that, we were in each other’s arms again. I felt his svelte form tense against my own as we pulled hungrily at each other’s lips. He smelled of dirt and rain and fur, wild things, and yet he moved with an elegance I had never encountered before.
“I don’t worry about the long run,” I said, breaking free for the briefest moment of air.
“I’ve hardly heard a greater lie, I see the future in your eyes,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine. I crushed my lips against his.