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Rook was finally starting to get used to having Fen'Harel in his head. Sensing each other’s thoughts and emotions had been a challenge at first, a whole other person in your head proved difficult to ignore. Especially when he decided he wanted to lecture Rook and fill his head with complaints.
Rook sighed, rolling his shoulders as he stood from his desk. He’d been working for hours and desperately needed a drink. He descended the stairs to the kitchen. There was still some left-over food from dinner and his stomach made a demanding growl, so he grabbed a steamed bun, taking a bite from it while he searched from some wine.
Solas had talked his metaphorical ear off about his manners several times but had seemed to have given up. His companions at the lighthouse also seemed used to his antics as he uncorked a wine bottle and took a swig from it.
Just then, the most delicious scent reached his nose. A mixture of Crystal Grace and wild berries that made his mouth water. The smell seemed to send Solas crazy as he started yelling in Rooks head.
What is she doing here?? Rook! Put that down! Why aren’t you wearing a shirt!? Fenedhis!
Rook raised an eyebrow at the Dreadwolf’s desperate tone. He’d never heard Solas curse like that before. Who was she?
Before he could ask, muffled voices approached, and the door opened.
‘It’s good to see you, Firefly. Honestly didn’t expect you to come, Harding will be happy to see you.’
‘I don’t glow anymore Varric. Plus, I didn’t have much of a choice. A pair of Evanuris have been-...’
The most beautiful elven woman Rook had ever seen stepped into the room behind Varric. Her long dark hair was loosely braided over her shoulder, and she was clad in light but sturdy armour. Her left arm was a well-made prosthetic.
The Inquisitor. Solas’ voice was filled with a feeling Rook couldn’t quite place because The Inquisitor Lavellan was staring at him as he stood, half-naked, a half-eaten steamed bun in one hand, and an open wine bottle in the other.
Talk about first impressions. No wonder Solas was freaking out.
Lavellan’s eyes raked over him slowly, lingering on his bare chest before those bright, Dawnstone coloured eyes reached his again. A smirk played on her lips as she quirked an eyebrow.
‘Am I... interrupting?’
Varric, who until then had been watching amusedly, finally stepped forward.
‘Firefly, this is Rook, the one I’ve been telling you about.’
‘Ah, our mighty leader...’ Her eyes roamed over him again appreciatively.
He felt his face warming under the attention as he quickly placed the wine and bun on the table, brushing his hands on his trousers nervously.
‘It’s an honour, Inquisitor. I wasn’t aware you would be joining us.’ He attempted to inconspicuously shoot Varric a look who simply shrugged.
Her laughter rang through his head and stole his breath away momentarily.
‘Just Lavellan is fine. I’m sure we’ll be working closely from now on.’
She stepped forward, and Gods, the scent was definitely coming from her.
‘I heard you interrupted Solas’ ritual. Shame... wish I’d been able to see his face.’
She stepped past him and disappeared into the next room. Varric laughed and eyed Rook.
‘Y’hear that, Chuckles?’
He followed after Lavellan, leaving Rook, still half-naked and flustered. Varric had informed him that the Inquisitor probably wouldn’t join them because of her history with Solas. He’d never specified and if Solas’ sulking was any indicator, Rook could confidently say it was his fault.
He’d seen the Inquisitor briefly during the Inquisition when she’d aided his clan. He’d been 18, all raging hormones. So, when she’d come to his clan, the embodiment of power and ethereal beauty, he’d been unable to keep from ducking away to his tent and fucking his hand to the mental image of her. He’d been embarrassed about it at the time but seeing her again brought all of that back. Even if she was retired, everything about her screamed grace and strength.
Don’t even think about it. Solas growled.
But Rook couldn’t help but think about it as he retired for the night, appetite forgotten. He collapsed into bad, resting an arm over his eyes. One thing to note was that he and Solas could not control the sharing of thoughts. They intruded randomly and neither of them could stop it. So as Rook laid, waiting for sleep, his mind wandered to Lavellan again, the curve of her waist, how soft her skin looked. This was responded to with memories that weren’t his own of hands gasping that waist and confirming the skin’s softness.
He didn’t register what were memories and what was his imagination as he eagerly wrapped a hand around his cock, immediately fucking into it. More images came, phantom sensations of soft lips, feeling her warmth against his thigh as he presses her close. A soft whimper when he breaks a kiss was all it took for him to be undone, spilling all over his hand and stomach as his hips stuttered the aftershocks.
What... the FUCK, Rook? Using my memories for... for THAT!?
Solas sounded something beyond angry. Something more seething. It took a moment for Rook to comprehend the words Solas spat at him and he sat bolt upright.
‘Wait... you and her!? You-...’ His brain was short circuiting at the new information.
We did nothing... untoward. But she and I were together. I broke it off when I realised how important she was. So important it threatened my duty.
Rook massaged his temples.
‘Let me get this straight... you... you had her. You had her. The Inquisitor. And you what? Let her go!?’
Quiet! Others can hear YOU, you know. But yes. It is one of my biggest regrets. Directly behind the veil. If that puts it into perspective.
Rook stared down at himself, screwing his nose up as he moved to clean himself up. He couldn’t imagine letting someone like Lavellan go for anything.
Luckily for you, you didn’t have to make that choice.
‘Yeah, no wonder she hates you.’
Rook felt Solas retreat slightly before he came back angry.
You can’t tell her I’m here. She would leave.
‘Okay, fine. Why are you being so open about this? About your relationship with her?’
I’m telling you this as a warning Rook. Stay away from her.
Ah. That was it. Jealousy. Solas was jealous. That would be interesting.
Don’t even think about it.
Oh, he was thinking about it.
...
Inquisitor Lavellan became a regular staple at the lighthouse, bonding quickly with her new companions. She was charismatic and easy to fall into step with. Rook sometimes forgot he was the leader and not supposed to be following her.
He knew quickly to find her by her sweet scent that lingered in her wake, leaving him breathless and wanting. He often trailed behind her during missions like a puppy. She was confident travelling, and he liked watching her ass.
Solas often scolded him for lingering with his gaze too long.
The first time he attempted to flirt with Lavellan, she’d giggled, face lightly flushed as she patted his cheek.
‘Ahh, you’re cute. Maybe if I was 10 years younger.’
His face felt hot for hours. Solas continued to pester him to keep away but there was nothing he could do from the Fade. So, Rook continued to flirt. And after a while, she started to flirt back. In small ways at first, just a small comment here and there that left him stuttering and hot.
It almost became a game between them. Something Rook enjoyed in many ways that infuriated Solas to no end.
...
Lavellan returned to camp after bathing hair still wet as she sat near the fire. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and began to braid it, leaving the nape of her neck exposed.
Rook could see old scars peeking from beneath the hem of her sleepwear as well as a scattered few freckles. With his connection to Solas, he could feel his desire, and something in him ached to sink his teeth into the soft skin, to press his lips to each scar and mark.
Solas quickly retreated a bit, and Rook could feel the simmering jealousy.
...
After a battle, Rook was injured. His companions carried him back to his tent at camp, calling for a healer. Rook laid on the soft furs, groaning at the pain radiating from his wounds. The others had left to get a healer.
Lavellan entered and moved swiftly to his side, dropping to her knees to examine him. Her brow furrowed in concern and irritation.
‘Rook, you were foolish. Reckless!’ she pressed her hands over the bandages to begin her healing magic.
He winced.
‘That hurts...’ He knew he sounded pathetic, but it did.
Lavellan met his eyes with feigned innocence.
‘Aww, you poor dear. I’m sorry, do I need to kiss it better?’
Rook choked on his spit and coughed painfully. Lavellan rolled her eyes as she let the magic do its work. Once the worst of it was done, she moved to stand, and Rook grabbed her wrist. She raised an eyebrow at him as his cheeks felt like they were on fire.
‘Does the offer for a kiss still stand...?’
Lavellan stared at him for a long moment before she sighed.
‘Needy...’ she mumbled under her breath.
Before he could respond she’d closed the gap between them and pressed her soft lips against his. He was taken aback a moment before he reached to tangle his hand in her hair, pulling her closer as his tongue delved into her mouth. Lavellan allowed it, her own tongue practiced in such a way that left Rook entirely breathless. At last, she pulled away.
Rook was flushed and panting, and she rolled her eyes playfully. She caressed his cheek before holding his chin, clicking her tongue.
‘Now, what do we say when someone gives us a gift?’
It took a moment for his brain to catch up.
‘Thank... thank you...’
‘Good boy... Now, if you tell anyone about this...’ she pressed a hand to his chest, pinning him down. ‘I’ll have to hurt you.’
Her voice was a low purr before she stood and left the tent, leaving the scent of Crystal Grace and wild berries lingering in her wake.
Rook’s brain short circuited as he stared at the opening to his tent. He could feel Solas’ simmering rage, his jealousy coiling through him like smoke. But he could also sense that the famed Dreadwolf was just as aroused as he was.
What the fuck Rook!? Do you have an erection right now!?
‘Shut up! You would too if you had a body!’
I still have a body! Just not in the physical.
And Rook didn’t like the implication that Solas was also hard from... wherever he was.
Solas retreated, growling profanities in his mind as Rook once again had to deal with a very specific problem.
...
Back at the Lighthouse, Rook took to exploring again. He hadn’t had much of a chance to since everything started. The place was spacious. It must’ve been lonely.
Yes. But I chose this path for myself and no one else.
Rook found his way to the room at the highest point, reaching for the doorknob.
Wait. Don’t go in there.
‘Why not? What are you hiding, old man?’
Rook! Fenedhis! For once could you listen to me?
‘Nah, because now I’m curious. I’ve seen everything else, what could you be ashamed of?’
He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Rook...
The walls were littered with Frescoes like so many in the lighthouse, but this room was different. They all depicted a certain elven woman in various scenarios. Each one brought a rush of second-hand memories to his mind.
‘Damm, Grandpa, you really were in love with her huh?’
I still am. No one was supposed to see this place. My greatest shame...
Rook looked at a painting of Lavellan on her knees, one arm shrouded in green light.
Leaving her behind.
...
Varric plopped himself down beside Rook at the table with a serious expression. Most of their other companions had retired for the night, leaving the two, well three, of them. They sat in silence for a long moment before Varric spoke.
‘Look, kid. I know you’ve got Thedas’ biggest crush on Firefly, and you’re probably having fun flirting with her. But don’t you think you should tell her about your... situation... with Chuckles?’
No.
‘Solas doesn’t want me to. He says she’ll leave.’
Varric hummed thoughtfully, scratching his neck.
‘I get it. But she might surprise you.’ He sighs. ‘Just... think about it.’
He got up and went to speak to Lavellan who smiled brightly, and Solas went quiet.
Fenedhis... I missed her... Vhenan...
His voice was raw and emotional. Rook felt a little guilty for all the flirting.
But only a little.
…