<ul>The man sat on the leathery arm of the couch and lowered his head, listening to Millicient. At the same time, he could hear this very distance whisper, asking him to leave; constantly reminding him of the flight that would take him away from New Orleans, away from this woman. He simply sat there quietly, didn't need to find the source; he knew already where it came from. Logic.<br/><br/>There was nothing he needed from this woman. Suddenly, more voices rose, speaking over each other, whispering; warning him, saying that he was not ready to hear the truth and to continue to live his life the way he has been doing so far. His only gateway from this.. Heavenly slavery. But for some reason, the low voice of the woman was loud enough in his ears to make the insisting, distant voices fade away. <br/><br/>Solas lifted his head up and tilted it focusing on nothing else but the female. He raised his right arm, and aimlessly placed it against his chest â€“ the area where his heart is supposed to be protected by his sternum, and winced. The pain pulsated inside him now as the woman continued to speak. Heavens wept whilst rain poured. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He could remember it clearly now</span>.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">With a speed in which the Fallen was moving was surely beyond the standard mortal strength and endurance. His blood stained double-edged sword rang against the blade of his enemy, piercing their guts as foul forms fell beneath his sword. Whilst proceeding to the next hideous form of the enemy, one small distraction was all it took to give his enemy enough time to strike, and harder this time. Solas' face turned to look for any sign of Millicient and then his legs staggered as the first blow took him by surprise. Solas' scream echoed in the air, sounding like a hallow rumbling of some sort. As he turned around, a gauntleted filthy hand of deep blue rose aloft the sword a second time, leveling it at Solas' waist, the Evil preparing to strike. The second blow drove him to his knees. He could see it clearly now; that sly-smile, that triumphant grin as the Evil drove the sword into his heart. The final blow.<br/><br/>Emptiness consumed the Fallen Archangel as his body hit the ground. The violent impact of his form against the rocky ground created seismic waves, and an ashen colored cloud of mist and vapor rose from the ground and surrounded his attackers, penetrating them. The suffocated forms of his enemies dropped to the ground and Solas' watery, glazed eyes closed shut whilst shaking gauntleted hands began to pull out the sword from his dying body. An incredible beam of light shined on him, and there he could see her face.</span><br/><br/>Her face.. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Millicient</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"why do you haunt me so, Solas? why have you found way inside of me...why?''</span></span><br/><br/>Overwhelmed by the unpleasant taste of truth, the man gasped as she approached him. He rose to his feet and allowed her to get so close, too close for his own good. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">"It was you. Why? What have you done?"</span></span> He whispered, lips parting against her cheek as he sensed the deep sadness in her voice. His body arched and shuddered in response to the pleasant warm breath as it teased his jawline. The man closed his glazed, azure orbs and two strong hands trailed slowly down her back, feeling her. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Why haven't you let me go.."</span></span> Solas fixated his gaze on her face and placed his hands on her hips.<br/><br/>The raven-haired one tilted his head, firm lips tracing along the softness of her neck, pausing to kiss and nibble on her flesh. His hands pulled her lower body gently to him, closing whatever distance that separated their two forms and he softly groaned her name in her ears. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Ahh! Millicient.. "</span></span> One hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt as he captured her lips with his own; groaning once more in response to the warm feel of soft flesh under his fingertips. He shivered, struggling to control his aching desire.</ul>