A young man Solas inadvertently finds himself in the Red Lantern District of Ancient Arlathan.
Curious, he explores, and meets an older elf with whom he shares his first sexual experience.
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Solas bit his lower lip and turned, walking away. It’s not that he wasn’t interested, and he was definitely aroused by what he’d seen so far, it’s just that something was missing. He wanted to feel it in all his essence, not just in his body.
He chuckled to himself as he turned the corner and leaned against another wall, contemplating his life so far. Most elves his age had already been with many lovers. Solas was the slow one who had waited long past his coming-of-age. Studying the Fade had proved more inviting than anything else. Perhaps he was making excuses for himself, perhaps he just feared what it might mean to experience full intimacy with another and to be so vulnerable to merge body and soul in an act so intimate where one’s emotions are exposed to be wounded.
‘The dancers not your cup of tea?’ asked a sultry voice nearby.
Startled, Solas turned to find a beautiful elven woman leaning against a wall. The red lantern that hung nearby cast a glow upon her face, illuminating her low-hanging collar that exposed much of her breasts. She bore the vallaslin of Elgar’nan. She looked older than Solas, experienced by the way she held herself, and Solas wondered how long she’d been watching him.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘No. I’m not one for tea.’
The elven woman smiled, and a gentle giggle escaped her lips; it was lovely. ‘Noted.’ She sized him up and down and pushed away from the wall.
‘I’m sorry!’ Solas held out his hands in front of him. ‘I probably don’t have enough coin for a woman of your beauty.’
The woman paused, mouth agape, then laughed. ‘Oh, no, I don’t work here.’
Embarrassed, Solas felt his face redden with heat. ‘I am so sorry.’ He cursed himself for apologising so many times for so many reasons all because he was acting stupid.
‘I can’t blame you,’ she said. ‘I am dressed for it. I came here looking for…probably what you came looking for.’
‘Which is?’
‘Connection.’ She looked at the ground. ‘My husband died and I sought to replace something that was missing.’
‘My condolences,’ Solas said softly. Something compelled him to inquire further. ‘May I ask what killed him?’
The woman’s face contorted with anger. ‘The rivalries between our factions. He was called upon by Elgar’nan to defend his honour against Sylaise’s elves who were staining his name and claiming he was aiding Andruil’s schemes.’
Solas balled his hands into fists. ‘They will destroy their people if they keep at it,’ he growled. ‘They squander everyone’s lives as though they didn’t matter.’ He hesitated. He took several steps towards her and lowered his voice. ‘That is why several of us have begun…a group. We wish to be free of their rule.’
‘Good luck with that. The people follow the Evanuris. They won’t easily renege on their oaths.’
‘Perhaps they would for another Evanuris, even if he is young and…inexperienced.’
The woman eyed him carefully. ‘It is a nice dream to have, but what Evanuris will lead our people to freedom?’
‘Me!’
Solas locked gazes with her. Her lips quirked into a small smirk.
‘You must be the young rebel Solas who keeps getting into mischief that I keep hearing about.’
Solas chuckled. ‘Mischief depends on the point of view from which you look at it.’
The woman extended her hand; Solas shook it. ‘I’m Alas’eth.’
Her skin was soft, her fingers dainty, and before he knew what he was doing, Solas was rubbing his thumb on her knuckles gently. A small flush touched Alas’eth’s cheeks.
Becoming aware of his actions, Solas pulled his hand away.
Alas’eth sighed. ‘You have a nice dream but I fear we are all bound to our leaders, whether we like it or not.’
‘And if I told you I had found a way to free you?’ began Solas. He turned and started away from her, his head held high in confidence. He paused and looked back, only turning his head. ‘Follow me, I shall show you.’
Alas’eth suppressed a smile and hurried to catch up to Solas, matching his pace once he resumed.
‘So what’s the story with your face then, Solas?’ Alas’eth asked. ‘Did you refuse the ritual?’
Solas grinned and turned his head to look at her, stopping. ‘I removed my Vallaslin.’
Alas’eth blinked at him. ‘Removed it? How?’
‘With my magic.’ Solas resumed and Alas’eth followed him.
They came to an intersection of buildings. Solas hesitated; if they went the way he’d come, they would pass by all those elves indulging in acts of elation. Instead, Solas turned and walked towards a hedge maze, Alas’eth always behind him.
Solas was confident they would have some privacy to speak here. It was removed enough from the Red Lantern District and the stillness of the night made it calm and peaceful.
They walked the maze a bit before coming upon a backless bench. Solas sat down and invited Alas’eth to sit beside him.
As Solas explained in his usual manner, Alas’eth’s eyes never left his, captivated by every word he uttered.
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