"Got it," Solas said, carefully climbing onto her back and securing his arms around her shoulders. They were each roughly the same size, Fleet being the slightly smaller of the two, so Solas felt lanky and awkward grabbing onto her like this. "We're not gonna drop straight into the water, --

Solas was beginning to feel the same dread that Fleet expressed in her voice. Mind controlled soldiers...? The entire city could fall to ruin. "Then that's what we'll do," he said as they clambered onto the roof. He crept over to the edge, searching for the best take-off point that would land --

"It is," Solas agreed as they neared the palace. The architecture here was a much more refined Gothic style, as opposed to Rol Rhosa's Greek deco facades. The towers of the palace rose high into the sky, and the two would have to cross a moat to reach them. Solas tried to squeeze past the guard, --

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 . . .

//constantly astounded at how sweet everyone here is. it brings me peace that i have a community i can always come back to 😌

//hi all. little update on this; i lost my job last week. been spending all my time trying to find a new one so i don’t lose my new apartment. i’m going to come back to rp soon bc i miss u guys so much but i wanted to let everyone know what was going on bc it’s not like me to be radio silent.

//i'm,,, sorry i've been so inactive lately. rlly fighting to find muse right now, and the longer i wait, the more intimidating it gets ahahahaha pls bear with me. if i'm responding to other threads before yours, it's not personal. it's just bc some threads are more overwhelming than others rn 😭

🐲 !FLASH WARNING! 🐲

“Toad, Toad, wake up,” said Frog. “Look at your garden!” Toad looked at his garden. Little green plants were coming up out of the ground.

The town patrol had begun cracking down on pickpockets a lot more lately, so Solas was trying his hand at snare-setting. Maybe he'd catch a squirrel or something.

"As long as you don't drop me," Solas said as he climbed the ladder behind her, peering nervously over his shoulder at the ground below. This building was a lot taller than it looked from the ground. "What is this abyss stuff anyway?" he asked, in an attempt to take his mind off of the pavement --

Every word out of Chava’s mouth seemed to lower Solas’s guard more. At first, he felt a little guilty. It was immediately apparent that his initial assumption had been incorrect. It still didn’t explain why this girl had followed him, but Solas had just threatened her life for no reason. —

Solas headed up the street, the opposite direction he'd usually turn. They were heading for the southern district of the city, where the palace resided. The further they walked, the nicer the houses became. It seemed that Solas was trying not to catch anyone's eye. If he'd stolen from someone, --

Solas thought for a moment as he studied the surrounding buildings. A higher position wasn't a bad idea. If Fleet could fly.... "We'll climb up that maintenance ladder," he said, nodding toward a thin metal ladder that ran up the side of an alleyway across the street from the warehouse. --

To Solas, everyone must’ve had a reason for what they were doing. And he could think of few that could explain why someone with auburn hair would be tailing him, other than that she was someone from his past who wanted to question, and possibly detain, him. He darted down the alleyway and rounded —

[OOC: reply coming shortly, I just had to get this out of my brain lol]

"I have healed many that have come to these hallowed halls..."

"Bye, Solas." Maggie waved when she stepped out of the house, a trace of lavender amidst the pine. She raised her hand in farewell, then began her journey once more, keeping her smile affixed until he and his abode were long out of sight, her cloak billowing in a strong gust of wind.

He gave a little yelp when Maggie pulled him in, but returned the squeeze. She smelled like pine and rainwater. “I promise, I’ll keep in touch,” Solas assured her as he led her to the front door. “I, uh, I’m looking forward to seeing you again. Hopefully soon.” The sending stone warmed in his —

⚔️Vagrant, Fuse, Bruiser and Hunter⚔️ "Sometimes I wonder how we made it this far..." Former brigands turned mercs now attempting to make it in the world. #dndrp #fantasyrp #bg3 #dnd #mvrp #oc

Solas wished to keep sitting around and chatting with her forever, but all good things had to come to an end. He had a few household tasks that he’d been neglecting in favor of enjoying Maggie’s company. “Oh, yes. Don’t let me keep you. I’m glad I could send you on your way with a full stomach.” —

Pressing flowers in his journal.

// Independent portrayal of the Hollow Knight. ◁ Delicate Flower ending. ◁ Open to all verses, can adjust as necessary. ◁ DMs open for plotting, questions, private threads. ◁ #HKRP | #MVRP | #AU

Solas laughed dryly at the memory. 'Leopant' had ridiculous taste, but it had worked to distract the elves from Solas's presence. For a time. "Nah, no disguises this time," he said as he opened the door. "We're already anonymous. I may get a stink eye from a guard or two, but don't mind that."

From his hiding spot, Solas covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 was who was trying to tail him? His own stealth skills weren't as honed as he would've liked, but that seemed like a pretty rookie mistake. Not that he was one to talk about rookie mistakes, though. His quiet little giggle had --

"I've tried to keep my nose out of local politics, for reasons I'm sure you understand," Solas said, tying his boots back on his feet. "But... There have been rumors that the king's steward is in hot water. If I've heard about it, it must be bad. He might be willing to pay someone to tie up a --

Solas crouched behind a barrel and quickly scanned the spots he knew guards to be posted. The one near the back entrance was asleep, the two near the front were distracted in conversation. "We need to get around the back way," he explained, relying on the sound of the lapping waves to cover his --

Solas laughed. “You’ll hold hands and sing songs for centuries! Nothing but peace will befall you.” He spared her a quick, shy glance over his shoulder. “…That’s a nice idea for a happily ever after,” he said, a little quieter now. “Everyone you care about in one place.”

Solas thought for a moment. The notice boards had jobs for everyday folk. If they were looking to make lots of gold quickly, they’d have to go where the gold was. He adjusted the strap of his satchel. “How do you feel about asking around at the palace?” Thankfully, the monarchy here was —

Solas gave a faint smile. That was what he appreciated about Maggie, her insatiable eagerness to explore and learn. He rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes, sparing her the occasional glance through messy blond curls. “So it’s just a matter of time until she breaks the seal and comes back. —

Solas winced. Solid gold bars were hard to come by, much less two of them. They could either procure them quickly 𝑜𝑟 legally. There weren't many ways to do both. "We could always check the notice board, but those jobs don't run for much more than a few hundred gold coins each. We'll have to find --

“I suppose that does mean you’re free to do as you please for a little while. And you don’t seem like the kind of person who can just sit and wait.” Solas put the dishes in the wash basin and rinsed them. If Maggie wanted to spend her downtime helping him, he couldn’t argue with that. He’d only —

“I can move just fine!” he said, a little defensively. It may have been a little tight, but that was neither here nor there. “It makes me easily concealable.” Solas crouched behind a crate and peered at the clock tower in the distance. “It’s nearly midnight. So, if we’re both ready, we should —

Solas winced. He couldn’t believe he and Lep had never shared a meal together. He was vegetarian? Solas would file that information away for later. “Glad to see that you’re not too hurt,” he said, turning his attention to the hologram. “Looks like your ship’s what took the brunt of the damage…” —

Solas rested his chin in his hands. They’d been talking about him for long enough now. “What sort of events?” he asked, eager to learn more about her life. “Does it have to do with that dragon you mentioned? Or something else equally as terrifying and exciting?”

I've decided to keep a log. I'm alone in this post. Nobody sane would choose this. I was just desperate. Living so close to radiation and that entity on an unfamiliar planet. Who would do that? Me.

It felt like such a huge task, going out of her way on a journey alone just to see what had happened in the wake of his disappearance. The gesture warmed his heart. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, the tips of his ears flushing pink. “You can just portal in and out, right? You shouldn’t stay —

Not every plant is durable. Some of them are very frail. They need extra care and nurturing. Some people are like that too! If you're having a rough time, make sure you're in an environment where you can flourish, with people that help you take care of yourself.

Solas slipped from the shadows, dressed in an outfit different than what Fleet was used to seeing him in. When he was working, Solas usually donned a simple loose-fitting white shirt tucked into a pair of black work pants. Tonight, he wore a form-fitting black corset and padded greaves underneath --

Sometimes, Lep said things that left Solas's head spinning. It was always an adventure with him, no matter what they were doing. For the record, Solas's world had ice cream. And Halloween. But not... Halloween ice cream tacos. He imagined that something like that may be enjoyable year-round. --

☘️ Starter for @bowofthetempest.bsky.social ☘️ The forest didn’t belong to Solas. He knew that better than anyone. With its thorny bushes, aggressive predators, and elusive herb patches, these woods were just as unforgiving to him as they were to everyone else. But he’d grown a fondness for this —

Solas listened with a grim expression. This wasn’t something that Lep had ever opened up about to him, but he could see why something like that may be hard to talk about. Being confronted by a living, breathing cocktail of all the qualities you hate about yourself must be painful. This wasn’t —

Solas had set Lep up in his tiny, narrow bed. Just as soon as he’d fluffed the pillows, that was when Lep decided to wake up. Solas gave a start when he sat up so suddenly, though he was relieved that Lep hadn’t been out for too long. He had no idea how to babysit a cyborg in stasis. —

Solas supposed she had a point. Of course Maggie had dealt with her fair share of shitty personalities. Rol Rhosan elves were tricky, but likely not much worse than anything else she’d seen. Suggesting that Solas might accompany her for the journey made his cheeks flush. “I- I’d love to travel —

For a moment, Solas was entranced. Kal had caught him far before he even neared the ground. But now they were on the ground, as if he’d been imagining things. Maybe he wasn’t as high in the tree as he thought? He only had a moment to look up at Kal with starry eyes before the king’s guard was —

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, shifting uncomfortably in the tree. Falling had been one thing, but jumping on purpose? The ground seemed to tilt in front of him. What if Kal didn’t catch him? The panicked look on Kal’s face suggested that they couldn’t afford to waste any time. So, against his —

Solas heaved a sigh. He was glad that Lep was fine, and that his beepy little robot brain had just put him asleep for repairs. But that didn't mean he was going to let Lep wake up alone in the forest. Pulling by his armpits, Solas began dragging Lep away from the pond and toward his house. --

Solas gave a nervous chuckle. "You know as well as I do, there's no controlling Fleet. But I'll do my best." He appreciated that Olympia was willing to overlook her own reservations to include Solas in their mission, but there was no time for showing gratitude. He turned to Fleet. "The place --