[ It's the night after Solas had spent his evening with Galadriel, tied up in her bed doing nothing more than venturing through dreams together. He left her early that morning, making his way across Kirkwall without any hesitation in his steps, quick and sharp as he makes his way towards some of the most familiar walls; Thranduil's office.
He stands, hesitant, pausing at the doorway as he had with Galadriel's, but he breathes.
Some of the anxiety is gone, but the nerves are still there. He is uncertain, he is on edge, and he knocks, trying to smother it. ]
action, pre-tevinter, post-galadriel
He stands, hesitant, pausing at the doorway as he had with Galadriel's, but he breathes.
Some of the anxiety is gone, but the nerves are still there. He is uncertain, he is on edge, and he knocks, trying to smother it. ]