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Solas let his mind wander as his horse jostled him back and forth on the journey home; it wouldn’t be long now, he could see the temple in the distance.
When he and Elle had made their promise as they both lay dying a sort of compulsion radiated into alternate worlds. Forever fating them to meet at the (relative) ages they had met in the world of the promise, and dooming him to know he would have to wait until his forties to find her. She always looked the same. Ellana was always somehow connected to their acquaintances from the first world, so when he found one of them, he usually found her. Solas’s soul had a touch of infinity in it, due to his immortality making each iteration hold on to the memory of her love. In the worlds where he was immortal, he had an ability to sense alternate “hims” in the Fade.
Sometimes those other worlds did not hold the happiness he desired. Sometimes she would have died before he could hold her in his arms: a childhood illness or some freak accident. In those worlds he walked alone until the end of his years, having known her sweetest love he could not accept anything else. Sometimes he was too late and she had already found another to share her life with. Those were the worst lives; he couldn’t help but be around her, or at the very least check in on her. He would never ruin happiness she had built for herself before his appearance, he loved her too much. Instead he was fated to a life of restrained guardianship.
But sometimes….most times….they found each other and were blissfully happy. She was always the sincere, kind, intelligent, beautiful creature regardless of where he found her. Sometimes she remembered their love already, sometimes meeting him pulled it to the surface, and sometimes she never recalled the past, instead falling for him again.
This world was his favorite. He was a version of the promised Solas; Elvhenen had never fallen. He found Ellana immediately and she had remembered as soon as their eyes met. Even better? They were both ancient elvhen, immortal, they would spend eternity together.
They had been married for five years now, a blink of an eye. He was not the prideful Fen’Harel he could have been…no…she stomped that out of him shortly after they were reacquainted. He could not imagine being happier than he was presently.
He hitched his horse up outside of their temple and ascended to their rooms. Elle was unaware that he had entered, she was leaning against a door frame lost in thought. She was so beautiful, wrapped in breezy white silks that made her look other worldly. He snuck up behind her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist.
Elle gasped and looked behind her, allowing her head to fall back onto his shoulder once it registered who embraced her. “mmm” she purred against him “You are home, emma lath.”
“Yes, finally.” He kissed her neck sweetly.
“How was it?”
“Ugh. You know how politics excite me.” He stated wryly into her shoulder.
His hands stoked her growing belly. She had been with child for a few months, but during his trip she seemed to have inflated.
“I know. I’m beginning to rival a bronto in size.” She giggled.
“You are even more beautiful to me, vhenan.” He felt pressure against his palm on her stomach. Fen’Harel gasped.
“Your child is happy you’ve arrived home, too.” Her voice chimed in delight.
He moved to the front of her and kneeled down so his head was level with where the babe was being carried. His palms once again caressed her, and the bump responded with a kick. The wolf god looked up at his wife in amazement.
“Yes, that is another thing that began in the month you were gone.” Her soft hands caressed his head, lovingly.
“I will never go to the capital again.” He stated dramatically. He never wanted to miss a minute with her, especially now that their family was growing. His lips kissed where the kicks came from, he was so in love with this forming life.
“How have you been during my absence, ma sa’lath?” Fen’Harel rose to once again embrace Ellana.
“Well. Growing. The morning sickness has subsided. Mythal has been visiting me quite often. I think she favors you, darling. She is so happy to see you tamed, becoming a father.”
Mythal always had a soft spot for him, newly raised to veneration. He was so restless waiting for his heart to be revealed to him. Now, the mother goddess would visit with them often, doting upon Elle. Thanking her in some way for loving Fen’Harel.
“Tamed? Me? Never.” He chuckled raising a brow.
“Is that so ma’Fen?” A glimmer of trouble flashed in her eyes before she leaned into him biting hard onto is neck. She soothed the sting with a roll of her tongue.
His woman knew him intimately. He grabbed onto her hips, the passion of a month away rolling through him.
“You may already be with child, but that won’t stop me from keeping you in bed with me for the next month to make up for the one I missed.” His voice was rough with desire.
“Oh, good. We wouldn’t want anyone to think you had lost your edge.” She giggled pressing her forehead to his.
“Come to bed, Elle.” He nibbled on her ear, provoking a moan.
“Yes, emma lath.”
Eternity with this marvelous spirit was more than he could have ever wished for himself. He would make the promise to find her in every life, forever. He loved her more than he could describe.
And in this world?
They were incredibly happy.