Song: First Burn
From: Hamilton the Musical

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Soren lights the match, flicking it into the pile of papers. It catches the flame easily, soon becoming a roaring fire.

"I saved every letter you wrote me. From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine, I said you were mine, I thought you were mine." He stares up at where the Breach once was years ago, tears shimmering down his face, his soft voice barely reaching the door frame where he stands.

"Do you know what my Father said? When we saw your first letter arrive? He said, 'Be careful with that one, son, he will do what it takes to survive,'" Soren turns to the bed, the one where he once slept beside him, where they made love, giving eachothers cares away for what little time that they had alone. He walks beside it, to his nightstand.

"You and your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenceless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals," Soren cries out, opening the drawer and snatching as many letters as he can from the hundreds he has.

"I'm rereading the letters your wrote me. I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line, for some kind of sign for when you were mine." He opens bunches of them, ripping out the papers that held the words he once loved, stalking over to the rising flame on the balcany.

"The world seemed to burn," he says, tossing the papers into the flames, watching them lick up the crisp yellowed papers, "Burn!"

He stands quietly, his head hanging low and his arms wrapped around his pale torso.

"You published the letters she wrote you! You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed, and in clearing your name, you have ruined our lives," his small voice steadily raises into shouts, stalking over to the bed and pulling the sheets and covers away from the mattress, throwing them towards the flame.

"Do you know what my sister had said? When she read what youve done? She said, 'You have married an icarus, he has flown to close to the sun." Soren turns back towards the inside, tears streaming freely down his face, his hair in a disarray around his horns and ears. He looks at the door, where he stood, the door where greeting him after every long day with a kiss was his only happiness.

"You and your words obsessed with your legacy, your sentences border on senseless! And you are paranoid in every paragraph how they perceive you," he shouts one last time, before crumpling next to the desk, sliding to the floor and looking at the fire raging outside.

He blankly looks at Soren, as if none of this phased him, though his stance shows his guilt.

Soren's stare blankly directs itself to the sky, his emotions being so broken he cant feel the pain thats aching his body, begging him to get rid of him in his memories.

"So I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how Soren reacted when you broke his heart! You have torn it all apart!" He shuffles quickly towards the basket that held all the presents he gave him. The paintings, the tools, the flowers and trinkets.

"I'm watching burn! Just watching it burn!" He throws them at the flame, turning back towards his desk, sweeping it all to the ground.

Soren steps outside, past the flame, looking into the sky.

"The world has no right to my heart! The world has no place in our bed, they dont get to know what I said! I'm burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you," he screams out pushing more of his things into the searing hot flame. Soren whips around, facing the doorway that is the only entrance to this room.

"You've forfeit all right to my heart! You forfeit the place in our bed, you'll sleep in your office instead! With only the memories of when you were mine!" The words rip out of his throat, faster than he can comprehend, with malice and hatred he never thought he had, aimed at the man standing in the doorway, watching the whole thing, the one who had broken his heart. He stomps up to him, sticking his finger into his chest and saying one last thing, the final ember in the fire.

"I hope that you burn," he spits out, pushing past him, leaving the broken and destroyed room, one that looked too much like his heart than he could bear.

He stands there, small tears pricking his eyes, surveying the room, before looking down, falling to his knees and leaning against the door frame.

"What have I done," Solas whispers, holding his head in his hands.

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