Vhenantrash Nights: The Greatest Solavellen Fanfic Ever, or Plundering the Jewels of Ancient Arlathan Written by the Vhanentrash Collective
Solas crept into the luxurious party tent, the gilded burgundy bunting undulating in the wind. The entirety of Skyhold’s population was housed underneath the massive structure, celebrating their victory against the invading Altmer. A heady mix of sex, ale, and relief permeated the space. His nostrils flared, drinking it in. But he couldn’t be distracted. Not when he need to find her.
With renewed determination, he sniffed again, searching for her earthy sandalwood and leather scent, like a wolf on the prowl. What was that? he thought, thrusting his nose back and forth through the air. The unmistakable scent of “Wings of Valor,” the cologne made by Grey Wardens for Grey Wardens: share the glory™ flooded his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Blackwall staring at him like, “What the hell, man?” Solas straightened his shoulders and slipped back into the crowd. He had to remind himself that he must keep the beast within at all times.