[GENESSIA] IC CONTACT

[notea]

You know what to do.
[please indicate what form of contact this is!]

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[notea]

[Of all the things that could have happened in this point in time, the current situation is not one he had anticipated. This is probably why he's a terribly shitty villain. As it is a little awkward considering his seated position he does gingerly rise to his feet in the same motion as he wraps his arms around Lioriley.]

Perhaps. [At least, for now. There's no way to get back to Thedas here. Despite how uncomfortable this conversation may have been there's the barest upturn of the corners of his lips as he looks down at Lior.] There may be much I could learn from you, as it turns out.

[The rest of the story can wait, perhaps if Lior wishes to know more she will ask? For now, however, Solas lifts one hand to cup the side of Lior's face, closing the distance between the two of them until his lips are pressed against hers.]

[invigorates]

[ It's a dangerous game, asking too many questions. She doesn't have all that much to hide — at least nothing so far as deity-hood or anything similar — but she also doesn't want to burden him with centuries of guilt and war, misery that he does not need added to his own troubles. And he seems to have many of those. She also doesn't want him to know, not yet.

Secrets are kept as such, at least for now, and she is fine with that. She knows enough (she thinks) to gather how she feels about him, still. And as she looks at him, notes that smile and mirrors it with her own, she does not worry so much about the future. This is better than what they had the past few weeks. ]

Likewise. [ She tilts her head, fingers brushing under his chin as she eases up on her toes to return the kiss. She's been wanting to do that since that time on the beach, right before this stupid misunderstanding went down. She grips at the front of his shirt for leverage, and perhaps to make sure he doesn't go too far. ]