gentleman, is she rly your wife if you don't kill her once?

Thread Location: Skyhold
Thread Date: 9:49, 3 Months Ago ICly
Muse Music: Link

Solas was not prepared for the feeling of unadulterated fear that washed over him, as the two shards were reconnected.He's not seen Mythal in centuries; though he had relentlessly chased her vessels through the years.

He had stood before Andraste as Shartan. They had had a life together, and that life had ended in a bloodbath. He had stood before Flemeth as Solas, and he'd watched the pieces once again click together. Though Flemeth had also died in front of him.

It seemed that they were doomed, him to survive but watch her perish, and she to die. 

Now, as he watched the swirling magics of Mythal's two sides—Justice and Vengeance—combat with one another before intertwining, he forgot how to breathe. It was as if his lungs forgot to draw air into them. He froze. What if the magic failed, and the shards rejected each other? Panic set in. Solas was so focused on the panic that he felt, that he didn't even realize the glimmer of magic had faded. And before him stood...

Mythal. A very nude Mythal. Clothing didn't survive the Veil, after all. 

He inhaled forcefully, taking another startled breath as he stared at her. Dark brown eyes wandered over her form, lingering on the raised scars from where their daughter's dagger had connected with her mother's heart. His gaze wandered over her form, slowly, drinking the sight of her in. She was like a vision, a dream—how often he has dreamed of seeing her again.

So often that he'd whispered in Andraste's dreams, and she had called him the Maker because some part of her remembered that voice.

But now, she stood in front of him. In front of all of Skyhold. Sylvas members had come to see what the brilliant glint of magic, the massive amount of energy being released, was. And the Shadow of Mythal—the remaining Ko twin, a pair of twins that Mythal had raised from birth to serve and protect her—nudged his shoulder, breaking his attention from the Evanuris in front of him. His breathing stuttered, as he stared at the cloak that Kumiko held out to him. 

He stared at it like he had no idea what to do with it. 

Kumiko cleared her throat, and gestured towards the gathered members of the Sylvas. And Solas moved forward, numbly, slowly. He was reminded of the very first time Mythal had summoned him; except he had been the nude body standing before her. And he had been unashamed; a spirit knew no better. She had taught him how to act among the souls.

She was his everything, and he would destroy the world for her.

He had destroyed the world for her. Though destruction did not always mean the end, sometimes destruction meant change. Like the Veil being removed.

He held the cloak out to her, You... are here. He murmured the words, and heard the Shadow trying to disperse the other elves from the room. Eventually, the room was empty, and only the Dread Wolf and the Evanuris remained. Mytha. He breathed her name, still clutching the cloak in his hand.