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Hello there, my dear followers! I know I haven't been very active lately, so please accept this humble offering of mine! A sneak peek into the next chapter of To Start Anew!
While the rewritten chapter 1 might come out before this one, I thought you would enjoy knowing that I am, in fact, writing lmao.
The Circle is in chaos.
‘I let demons out of the Fade,’ The words hammer against the insides of her skull, again and again. ‘I did this. I did this.’
Hamin groaned soflty as he awoke, realizing he was in danger. Clan Lavellan had been attacked by the mysterious visitors. He hadn’t known who they were, but in his dreams that he had had since being knocked unconscious were always of a great wolf guarding him, or perhaps keeping him prisoner.
He was not bound, he was startled to find, except for a simple collar around his neck. It was a leather cord, wound thrice around his throat, with a familiar jawbone hanging from it.
“Solas…” Hamin rasped, throat dry. No, not Solas. Fen’Harel. The Enemy. Not the Solas he had trusted, had loved…
Hamin scrambled to his feet, trying to ignore the pain in his head. He had to run, to get away… and because he did not know what he would do if Solas appeared before him.
But as he reached the aperture in the tent, his means of escape, the cord tightened around his throat, his hands snapping behind his back as an invisible force dragged him back within the confines of the tent.
Hamin tried again and again but no matter what he did, he could not escape. He curled up on the floor of the tent, attempting to tear the jawbone away from his chest.
“I am sorry for this, Vhenan. But I will not lose you… I am afraid this is necessary, until my plans are complete… but you will be at my side…”
Was tagged by no one but fuck it. I have been writing non-stop and I can’t help it but share some stuff I’m proud of XD. Anyway, have some intimate Solavellan, folks.
Gonna tag @kita-lavellan @cornfedcryptid @ranawaytothedas @faerieavalon and @dirthenera
“We shouldn’t–” He tried to say, pulling away, but Fen’an followed and pressed their lips together again. “not here–” Again. “Vhenan.” He groaned against her lips. “Fen’an.”
“Solas.” She whispered and tried to pull him for another kiss, but he has already buried his face on the crook of her neck. The man took a deep breath, taking in her scent. ‘Like a hungry wolf.’ She chuckled, resting her forehead on his shoulder. “My old wolf.”
You can find the story HERE
It’s here and it’s bad but I don’t care. It’s a monster of a chapter and ugh. It took forever to write, partially because I had a five day period where I couldn’t work on it do to having a friend staying with me.
Anyways, in this chapter, Faen finally gets counsel, things start rolling, Solas and Vivienne politely tear each other a new one, and then Solas plays himself by remembering Faen’s scent. Find it here.
