Idea for dadrunkwriting: prompt 8, solas and a lavellan, enemies. Enjoy!
I have been working on this one for three weeks! Finally it is done!!!
Title: You Can’t Undo What is Done
Rating: T for swearing
Totally random idea for a Modern AU where The Inquisition is a Silicon Valley start up with Lavellan as the brains. Post-Solas betrayal.
Ellana Lavellan sat at the small table in the back of the wine bar, her laptop in front of her and a glass of red wine in her hand. She looked out of place in her faded tee-shirt and torn jeans, flip flops hanging loosely from one foot as it bounced in the air to the beat of the music. Everyone else was dressed up, couples and friends out for a friday night of wine tasting and wandering the trendy neighbourhood. Most of them subtly flaunting expensive brand name clothing, sunglasses, bags and trying to sound like they knew anything about wine.
But she wasn’t paying attention to any of them, her eyes were focused on her computer screen as her finger tapped out line after line of code. It was a peculiarity that none of her friends and co-workers at her small tech start up could understand, but Ellana worked best in loud places with a heavy scent of booze. She’d tried bars, but too often it ended with someone spilling beer on her computer.
Then she found this place, Nightingale’s. The proprietor was a well educated Orlesian woman who could tell you things from a sip of wine that someone shouldn’t be able to know. It was rumoured that she once broke up a vineyard owner’s marriage when she took a sip of a new vintage and compliment him on getting his sex drive back, apparently it made him care more about the grapes. His wife was quite surprised to hear this as SHE certainly wasn’t getting any sex from him. It was apparently quite scandalous… for people who live and breath wine. That the vineyard was soon up for sale and a good friend of Leliana’s happened to buy it up and now Nightingales was getting exclusive wine from them… probably didn’t hurt.
So every Friday night Ellana had this table reserved for her to work at. Leliana would already have a few wines selected for her and would serve them to her at respectable intervals in between tapas. It was a nice routine.
Apparently too much of a routine.
A tall figure slid into the chair across from Ellana. She didn’t even have to look up from her clicking to know who it was. Her shoulders tensed and she frowned as she finished the line she was working on before glaring over her laptop at the bald elven man across from her.
“Solas.” She said, anger and hurt dripping from the name.
“Ellana, it’s been a while.” Solas replied. His voice was cool and collected, but Ellana watched as his adam’s apple bobbed nervously.
Ellana didn’t say anything back, just glared at him and reached for her glass of wine only to find that it was empty. She sighed and saw that Leliana was much busier tonight than usual. She turned back to look at the man across from her. The man she once thought she loved.
“Why are you here?” She asked, closing her laptop and leaning back in her chair.
“I, wanted to see how you were. How thing are..after…” Solas began, uncharastically lost for words.
“After all the shit you pulled?” Ellana asked with glare, “Why do you care?”
“Ellana…” Solas said with a sigh, running his hand over his head.
“No, you don’t get to ‘Ellana’ me after all that!” Ellana said, leaning forward to poke him aggressively in the chest. “Not after you disappeared, not after you planted software in our system that would report our progress to you, not after you ‘conveniently’ helped us stop those hackers from Par Vollen from bankrupting the entire company. You don’t get to treat me like a child after that.”
Solas didn’t reply as Ellana threw her hands up and leaned back with them crossed across her chest. She should have known he wouldn’t. It’s not like he would apologize or anything. She could see it in his expression. He still thought he was right.
“Some more wine for you, Ellana,” an Orlesian accented voice said at Ellana’s elbow. She looked up to see Leliana standing there, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere. “Perhaps might I suggest the Val Merde? It’s 9:11 Dragon vintage was quite exceptional.”
Ellana couldn’t help but smirk at the confused look on Solas’ face. The Val Merde, 9:91 Dragon was a code that Leliana and her staff had. When someone ordered that it meant they needed help, usually that another patron was getting too handsy or too forward. That Leliana offered it to Ellana meant she was giving her an out. If Ellana took it, Leliana would call the cops and have her staff escort Solas outside.
As satisfying as that thought might be, it wasn’t really needed.
“No thank Leliana,” Ellana smiled. “Though I might try that one later.”
Leliana eyed Solas and nodded. “As you wish, I will bring the next wine you requested then. Would you like anything sir?” Her voice was syrupy sweet as she took Ellana’s empty glass. Too sweet. Ellana chuckled again as Solas frowned, looking between the two. Perhaps he sensed the danger.
“I will have what she is having.” Solas said with a smile, “I have always known her to have good taste.”
Ellana glares at him as Leliana nods and walks away.
“Fuck you.” Ellana said when they were again more or less alone.
“It’s nice to see your language repertoire hasn’t changed.” Solas replied.
“Seriously, Solas, why are you here? You disappeared for 2 years! For all I knew, you could have been dead.” The quiver in her voice must have betrayed more emotion than she had wanted, because Ellana watched as Solas’ face softened.
“I am so sorry, if I caused you anguish over my whereabouts.” Solas replied, gently taking her hand in his.
Just like he always used to… Just like he did before he broke her heart. “Don’t touch me.” Ellana snapped her hand back like he had burned it.
She tried not to see the hurt expression on his face, the remorse that welled in his eyes. It was a bit late for that now.
“Vhenan… Ellana…” Solas fumbled, his cool and collected exterior starting to crumble. “I just wanted to apologize.”
“So apologize and then go.” Ellana said, turning away from him.
Solas looked at her, then down at his hands. “I’m sorry. For lying, for hurtin you, for …. For everything.” He almost whispered it. If Ellana didn’t know him so well she wouldn’t have heard the waver of emotion in his voice.
Ellana didn’t look at him. She couldn’t. If she looked at him she would feel sorry for him and she would start to care again. She couldn’t do that.
It wasn’t until she heard the scrape of a chair on the floor and heavy footsteps that she realized how long she had been silent. When Ellana finally looked back up all she saw was his back walking away, shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. He disappeared into the crowd before she could do anything.
It was probably for the best. But the thought of him leaving like that twisted her insides.
“So you’re companion has gone?” Leliana said. Ellana looked up and saw her carrying two glasses of red wine. “Do you want both of these glasses?”
“Creators, yes.” Ellana said taking one of the glasses from Leliana. She threw her head back and drank half of it in one go. Even the taste of the decadent red wine couldn’t erase the ash in her mouth.