🌻Solas🌻
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𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮... Roleplay account / Original Character / Multiship / May contain dark themes / Written by Mushie / age 24 / MDNI #OpenRP #MVRP #FandomlessRP #OCRP pfp credit: deviantart; sharandula personal: @renjamin10.bsky.social
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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂~
Solas wouldn’t meet her eyes. His face was red too.

He cleared his throat to try and break the tension.

“I saw some sea glass on the beach as I walked by earlier. You wanna go see if we can find some cool pieces?”
Solas tucked the lockpicks in his back pocket and took her hands again; both of them this time.

“I’ll treasure them forever. Thank you, Sky.”

He gave her a shy, quick kiss on the cheek. Then he stepped back as if nothing happened.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”
Solas’s eyes sparkled with wonder and admiration as he took the pouch of lockpicks from her. He could feel the magical energy buzzing around them.

“These are awesome!” he said, sliding one out and examining the little runes she’d carved into them. “I’ll only use them for good, I’ll promise.”
The tips of Solas’s ears turned pink. She’d taken time out of her busy schedule to do something for him?

“And what’s that?”
“I thought that might be the best way to get your attention,” he said with a smirk.

“Where have you been?”

The words *I missed you* hung in his throat. He’d been thinking about her a lot since their last meeting, but he couldn’t be too forward. For all he knew, she’d forgotten he existed.
— make our move. Are you ready?”
“I can move just fine!” he said, a little defensively. It may have been a little tight, but that was neither here nor there.

“It makes me easily concealable.”

Solas crouched behind a crate and peered at the clock tower in the distance. “It’s nearly midnight. So, if we’re both ready, we should —
she relaxed. "It'll be fine! Nobody ever looks up, sneaking by is the easy part! Can you move in that corset?"
— He frowned. The food was possible. It seemed they could make do with most of the repairs with repurposed materials.

But the gold would be a challenge.

“How much gold do you need, exactly?”
Solas winced. He couldn’t believe he and Lep had never shared a meal together. He was vegetarian? Solas would file that information away for later.

“Glad to see that you’re not too hurt,” he said, turning his attention to the hologram. “Looks like your ship’s what took the brunt of the damage…”

+ "...Actually, I can synthesize some vacuum-resistant plasteel from common materials, if I can just find some gold."

A rueful smirk.

"I imagine gold's hoarded by the rich around here, given the king's castle and such, but it's still gotta be easier to find than space-age plasteel composites."
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— above the bushes. She could see his face now. “I trust you’re hunting responsibly?”

As sweet as she seemed, he couldn’t be sure she was alone. Or that she wouldn’t bring friends later. Hunters balanced the forest’s ecosystem, but too many would become a problem.
Furrowing his brow, Solas considered her for a moment. He hadn’t expected her to ask for permission, though it was a pleasant surprise. She seemed to hold respect for the land she was on, and that earned a point of respect from Solas.

“Yes, that’s fine,” he said, letting himself rise a little —
Solas rested his chin in his hands. They’d been talking about him for long enough now.

“What sort of events?” he asked, eager to learn more about her life. “Does it have to do with that dragon you mentioned? Or something else equally as terrifying and exciting?”
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I've decided to keep a log. I'm alone in this post. Nobody sane would choose this. I was just desperate. Living so close to radiation and that entity on an unfamiliar planet. Who would do that? Me.
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𝑨𝑪𝑻 - 𝑰
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬.
— avoiding for decades. A situation like that came with a mixed bag of emotions.
— any longer than you have to. Not that you can’t handle yourself, it’s just not a fun place to be.”

He was babbling on a little bit now, his nerves abuzz as he tried to take in this new reality where a pretty girl was in his house, and offering to find answers about his past that he’d been —
It felt like such a huge task, going out of her way on a journey alone just to see what had happened in the wake of his disappearance. The gesture warmed his heart.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, the tips of his ears flushing pink. “You can just portal in and out, right? You shouldn’t stay —
She raised her hand to shake on it.
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Not every plant is durable. Some of them are very frail. They need extra care and nurturing.

Some people are like that too! If you're having a rough time, make sure you're in an environment where you can flourish, with people that help you take care of yourself.
-- dressed for stealth. Hope you can hide well behind that dark cape."
-- a dark hooded cloak and a face covering. Strapped at his sides were a pair of knives and a small satchel. He'd prepared well, as if he'd been aching to do something like this for a while.

Fleet couldn't see most of his face, but his brows furrowed in her direction. "You're... not exactly --
Solas slipped from the shadows, dressed in an outfit different than what Fleet was used to seeing him in. When he was working, Solas usually donned a simple loose-fitting white shirt tucked into a pair of black work pants. Tonight, he wore a form-fitting black corset and padded greaves underneath --
her fall. The jeweler's windows were still boarded up, tiny glass crystals hiding in the crevasses of the cobblestone street. She still wore her brightly colored hero outfit for the occasion.
"Are you here?" she asked the streets.
-- the edge of the bed where Lep sat.

"Lemme take a look at you."
-- remedies for flesh wounds, broken bones, and concussions, but if any of Lep's hardware was messed up, that would be out of his realm of expertise.

Solas brought out a pot and began boiling a bit of beef stock with some veggies and potatoes over the hearth. Then he pulled up a chair next to --
-- "Then the first order of business on our end is to make sure you're not injured anywhere, and getting you some food. If you are hurt, though, there's no guarantee I'll be able to heal you. I'll do my best, but we might have to take you to a mechanic."

It was only a half joke. Solas had --