[ Beleth begins to scheme, and Felassan begins to smile, settling his arm around her shoulders. What a lovely thing, to have an ally against Solas's defeatism. More than an ally. She could and would see to it on her own, he thinks. Indomitable. And it calms the tense clench in his chest to know that the future where Solas is finally and fully unbound lies ahead of them, as fixed as any future can be, even if Felassan isn't there to see it.
And here, the other side of the coin: a more-than-ally against Beleth's minimization of herself. Felassan doesn't begin to stir to argue with her himself. His eyebrows quirk the second before Solas begins to speak in an expectant sort of expression, like someone waiting for the twist in a story they already know, which shift into something almost smug, like see there, when the expected lines arrive on schedule. This, too, is fixed.
Though the mention of what Solas knows of being bound by Mythal does shrink his smile down to a whisper of itself and tighten his fingers on Solas's shoulder for a moment. Whatever is left of her, Felassan would like to kill himself. For both of their sakes. Perhaps even a little for his own.
But like all things, it will have to be done in whatever way it can be done, not whatever way one might dream. ]
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And here, the other side of the coin: a more-than-ally against Beleth's minimization of herself. Felassan doesn't begin to stir to argue with her himself. His eyebrows quirk the second before Solas begins to speak in an expectant sort of expression, like someone waiting for the twist in a story they already know, which shift into something almost smug, like see there, when the expected lines arrive on schedule. This, too, is fixed.
Though the mention of what Solas knows of being bound by Mythal does shrink his smile down to a whisper of itself and tighten his fingers on Solas's shoulder for a moment. Whatever is left of her, Felassan would like to kill himself. For both of their sakes. Perhaps even a little for his own.
But like all things, it will have to be done in whatever way it can be done, not whatever way one might dream. ]