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

Solas was clearly enjoying himself, his lips pulled into a smirk — so focused on his artowrk, his canvas, that when she yanked him to her he was startled. Laughing into the kiss, that laughter eventually faded as he let the kiss deepen. Breathlessly, he'd murmur as their lips parted, Vixen, he whispered, placing another kiss upon her lips, much more gentle in nature.

Show me what you can do with a paintbrush, ma vhenan.