Dragon Age One Shots

Painting, Solas/Inquisitor

Poised with the brush between his first and second fingers, Solas stepped back from the mural. He'd been crafting a shadow to emphasize the fall of Haven, his work transferring well from his vision to the canvas of brick. Hm. His brow clouded as he leaned closer to a brown mark that seemed to be...cracking? Tracing his finger up it, he watched as the paint scattered in jagged flecks to the ground.

How was that possible? He'd mixed the paint up himself so it would be as permanent as Skyhold.

Solas turned his palette around, eyeing up the pigments. The reds and yellows looked proper. The blues were their usual glistening color. But the brown... Dragging his fingers over the brown paint, he raised the dab to his nose and sniffed.

Sugar, and a heady mixture of comforting milk and decadent cocoa powder. Curious, he risked his tongue darting to what he'd painted the walls in.

Chocolate, as suspected.

"Sera," he sneered, for it could be no other who'd dare to try and sabotage his work.

Solas moved to slam down his palette into a bucket of water, but paused. Glancing down at the spreads of chocolates in various hues, he smiled to himself.

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The tip of his finger broke from the warm skin. He reached for his palette due to rote muscle memory, but paused before drenching his finger in more. Light from the candles flickered off of the chocolate slightly sticky from the thrumming body heat. It glistened almost as temptingly as her skin.

"Is it finished?" she asked, her fingers gripping onto her naked shoulder as she tried to glance over at him.

Solas didn't realize he'd placed his painting finger to his lips until he tasted the same chocolate swirl on his tongue as he'd painted upon the Inquisitor's back. Her curious eyes darted up to his face. For a breath, he winced at the markings so prevalent upon her perfect brow, but he buried it quickly and smiled.

"Yes, I believe so."

"Well," she smiled wider, inviting him to her. How quick she was to open her heart to the unknown. "What is it?"

White and brown chocolate lines twirled together against her back to form two animals. One a wolf, nearly fading into the shadows of the room. The other a dragon, powerful and white as a star. It attracted the eye to its stark movement while the wolf attempted to hide.

In any other composition, it would appear as if the two predators were coming to blows. But the wolf's and the dragon's tail were intertwined, their eyes fixed upon each other, and their noses nearly touching.

It was love. Plain to any who'd look upon it. A dangerous message for him to leave upon her skin.

With his palm, Solas smeared the chocolate painting, wolf and dragon vanishing into the mists as he focused his eyes upon hers. Nearly nose to nose, he paused, her lips glistening to ask for an answer. Cupping her cheek, Solas whispered, "The truth," and he wet those hungry lips with the same chocolate painted to her back.