Vir Lavellan x Solas (Time Travel AU): The Unending Wake pt61
(Index) Note: Trespasser spoilers. Also note. This is the end.
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Solas sent Vir back the way he had a thousand lives before. Then he wove himself into the spell and followed her through time. He opened his eyes and found himself on the path by the frozen river. Cassandra and Varric stared at him expectantly.
“Solas?” Cassandra said trying to capture his attention, she seemed even more irritated than the last time they had been here.
“Apologies, Seeker,” he said. “What were you saying?”
“I asked if you knew where she went,” Cassandra said. “I doubt she would run away out here.”
“You don’t think?” Varric said from behind them. “It’s never too late to start running.”
“The mark may be causing her pain,” Solas said. “I will see if there is something I can do for her.” He turned and walked back up the path.
He found Vir standing near the rubble where the road had been blocked. She faced away from him and though he did not attempt to hide his approach, she did not appear to notice his presence. There was no version of Vir where that appearance would be true. Her shoulders tensed when he drew near. She turned.
“Vhenan?” he said softly.
She gasped, stumbled backwards, and fell. The dagger she had clutched in her hand, slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground between them. She stared up at him in shock. Her mouth opened but only puffs of breath emerged.
He picked up the dagger and knelt before her. He held the point of it over his heart and offered her the pommel. Her eyes widened in recognition.
She grasped the dagger, shaking and afraid. She pressed the tip of it into his coat as she fought back tears. He held his breath, making no attempt at defense and waited for her judgment.
“Why?” she asked when she was finally able to speak, “Were your people not as happy as you hoped? Did you think you would just try again now that you know?” The anguish in her voice broke his heart.
“No,” he said, “I found a way to save both worlds, but I will not lie, the world I left behind had lost so many. I hoped we could save more if we could try again.”
“That’s the reason,” she said, not bothering to hide her skepticism.
“Not the only reason,” he replied, “the other was selfish.”
She looked surprised for a moment then scrambled to her feet, keeping the dagger in place. He rose slowly neither closing nor retreating. The Breach expanded and the mark flared. She whimpered and clenched her fist, trying to ignore it. He reached for her, pushing into the point of the dagger until he could take her hand. He shielded her against the pain and cursed his own weakness for not being able to do more.
“So what happens now?” She asked, pulling her hand away.
He released her and clasped his hands behind his back, trying not to show his disappointment. “Now, we seal the Breach.”
“We save our people, all of our people.”
“And if you can’t find a way, if it doesn’t work, what then?”
“I will keep searching for as long as I can,” he promised.
“Really? Wouldn’t it be tempting just to destroy it all if you fail?”
“It would,” he admitted, “but you were right. Both worlds are worth saving and it is the only way for anyone to win.” It was the truth, he only hoped she would believe him. He waited as the point of the dagger burrowed deeper into the fabric of his coat, whether by intent or the shaking of her hand he could not be certain.
“Var lath vir suledin?” he asked softly.
His words broke the spell of her indecision and disbelief. She cast the dagger aside and threw herself into his arms. A small cry of relief slipped past his lips. “Ir abelas, vhenan,” he whispered into her hair.
“I almost killed you,” she said tearfully, her hands twisting in the fabric of his coat. “Couldn’t you have said anything else when you sent me back this time?”
He supposed he could have, but it may not have made a difference. “I fear that I am the only one who has ever said it.”
She pulled away enough so that she could look up at him. “Oh, Solas, what did you do?”
“I am not certain, vhenan,” he said, both fear and elation conspiring to make his voice shake, “but I promise I will never hurt you again.”
His fingers brushed away the tears that had frozen on her cheeks and his eyes could not help but focus on her lips. It was not the right time. It was certainly not the right place. Still he wanted-
Vir clutched the front of his jacket. “Kiss me quick before Cassandra comes back,” she demanded.
He let out a startled laugh and wrapped his arms around her once again. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers and despite her request it was not quick. A single kiss, soft and slow, a singular promise that they would have time for many more. It was she who finally broke the kiss, flushed and out of breath. Then he held her for as long as he could until they heard Cassandra coming up the path.
They followed the Seeker to the Breach to meet their new future. Still in danger, still with many battles ahead, but he had his heart and she had her hope.
Var lath vir suledin.
She had been right. It could.