Dragon Age Inquisition Short Stories

This Time

"...And we are running out of time." He had that look. That look that scared her to death. The look that made her very core quiver in fear.

The fear of him leaving.

No. She would not let him walk away again. Not again. She still had to tell him. Tell him of her daughter. Their daughter. But a crawling pain, one that she was now very familiar with, came up her arm.

She cried out and fell to her knees. And all her senses were flooded with agony. She didn't have long. If she was going to tell him of their child, she would have to act now. So she focused. Focused through the pain. "No! Not yet!"

He looked down at her in sorrow and guilt. "I have...to tell you...about..." She was panting because of the pain. But as quickly as it started, it ended leaving her mind muddled but free. "About what?" He asked genuinely curious.

"About Brilya."

His eyebrows scrunched together. "She is my daughter." He looked down nodding. He looked sad. As if this news brought him sorrow. "Well after these past two years I'm sure you were able to move on..." I cut him off, "she's just over a year old. One year and four months to be precise." His sorrowed expression soon turned back to the confused expression he wore minutes ago. "But that would mean..." He trailed.

And then it all clicked.

He finally understood. "She's..." But he couldn't finish. So I nodded. "She's your child. And she is beautiful. So curious and bold. She's much like you." A smile found her face, remembering Brilya. So small, but strong. And always so curious.

She had always made sure to keep her da'len safe. And even though her da'len was just over a year old, she already could walk and put together small sentences.

Josephine's treats and presents had kept her happy, Varric's stories to entertain her, Dorian's child-like playfulness made sure she always had someone to play with, and Cassandra's protectiveness made sure she never went anywhere alone or afraid.

The entire Inquisition loved her. So bright and filled with light, Brilya roamed around Skyhold with everyone wrapped around her finger. And she knew if Solas just looked at Brilya would love her. If he could just see how magical she was, he would stay for sure.

"I can't. I can't be a fath..." She cut him off once more. "I'm not asking you to. I just want you to meet her. She deserve that. But so do you. She is yours after all." She chuckled.

"Just... She's at the Winter Palace along with the others. I'll make everyone leave the room and bring her in. Just meet her. Please?" She begs. He looks her in the eye. He shook his head at himself and after a second of silence, smiles coyly. "Fenedis... Well...When you put it like that..." She smiles brilliantly.

"Wonderful." He chuckles at her enthusiasm. "I'll come to your room tonight. And don't worry... I'll be there." He adds stepping closer to her. And she then steps forward closing the gap between the two of them.

But she can all of the sudden feel the wriggling, crawling pin start in her hand again. "Damn it." She hisses. But with a glance of his eyes, the pain ends. "Thanks." He nods in acknowledgment and she rises back to her feet.

"Your welcome. And I'm sorry. The mark is causing you pain, yet I am the one who bestowed it upon you. Or at least caused it to be placed upon you." She shakes her head and dismisses the notion. "It's no ones fault but Corypheus's. And I must be going before Cass comes charging in. How much time do I have?" He shrugs. "Two days at most. But there is another option." He prompts.

"No. I can't cut off my arm. I have to be able to raise Brilya. I need all of my limbs to do that." He nods but continues his argument. "You can't raise her if you're dead either, vhenan."