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I love when people are unnecessarily positive and affirming; like how when @elodieunderglass gets tagged for something like "a horrible thing with legs," the response is always enthusiastic and affirming, even if it's something Elodie has been tagged in like a dozen times before. 100% serious.

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giving hawke a kiss and tucking her into a warm bed

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Bald Crows jumpscare.

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late nights, early mornings ⏾⋆.˚

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not a morning person

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So maybe everyone else who’s romanced Lucanis knows this, but…

After the almost-kiss, when he says “I’ve got to clear my head” and then creeps dejectedly out of his pantry, do you know where he goes?

He goes out to brood on that otherwise-unused balcony off the dining hall.

@sharpest-tongue discovered this delightful fact and shared it with me. We've started calling it the Brooding Balcony. Take a look:

Poor Lucanis. Out there all alone reconsidering his life choices. 🖤💜

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What if I was going on a midlife crisis journey with you and we both couldn’t sleep so I forced you to stargaze with me and bond with me. And we were both boys

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Let him be vulnerable!!!!!

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Fuck, I kinda want to do a really dumb convoluted fairy tale AU for Rookanis now. Something between Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, Beauty and the Beast and Shrek. Because true love's kiss breaks every curse, and we all know how good Lucanis is at kissing the person he loves. Also he's the perfect twisted damsel in distress. Like, Lucanis is a cursed prince who turns into a demon/monster at night. The curse can only be broken by true love's kiss, but it turns permanent if he hasn't managed to get one of those before a certain birthday. He is held captive in a Tower by the evil witch Zara, who is doing this as a favour to Illario, because he's promised to marry her if she keeps Lucanis out of the way until he's maneuvered his way onto the throne. (Illario never meant to go through with this, of course). Rook sorta just stumbles into rescuing him, but we know Rook, she can never leave well enough alone and doesn't know when to stop. Currently thinking that Lucanis got himself cursed when he had to slay a dragon in order to gain his knighthood (Caterina's idea, obviously). Either dragons are just generally sentient magic-users, or the one he killed was treally a sorcerer in disguise; either way, it cursed him with its last breath.

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hellooo! for thedas weekend prompting, i'm eyeing "i’d never been so happy as that moment… as i held hands with death." for lucanis/emmrich?

Yes! Yes! Thank you for the prompt for @thedasweekend

I didnt write in a few weeks so this was a nice exercise to get going again and with such a delicious prompt. I love their pairing and the Nosferatu movie so I am delighted.

Paring: Emmrich x Lucanis (Emmcanis)

Words: 530

Warnings: Descriptions of wounds and death, mention of assassinations, mentions of bones and corpses/cadavers, generally death as a big theme

(I swear this is romantic)

Lucanis has been told many things about death in his lifetime.

Death is in the wings of a crow. They pick crimson from smiling wound, staining their midnight feathers.

Death is the talon that cuts loose unwanted flesh. The ones who are too dangerous, too cocky, too naive.

Death stains and thus the dead have to be burned, their ashes flying to the sky. He watches mesmerized as dark wings fly yet again. Some days he swears that he can hear them caw as they rise beyond their reach.

Dying can be quick or painful. Peaceful or drawn out. Death is the end.

Necromancers are death incarnate. They can kill and puppet the bodies of their victims long after with graceful motions. Their clothes and art celebrating the process of death and decay, bloom and life.

It is wrong, or so he has been told, to raise the deceased. “Let them rest,” people would say. “They deserve it at last.”

He is not surprised that, when asked if this is not another form of torment for them, Emmrich denies it. What surprises him is how the Necromancers eyes light up like the Veilfire, going on about morality and culture and suddenly Lucanis finds himself unable to speak.

Not for the words but for the sudden burst of color blooming in his chest.

After that he can not view death the same.

Death may be everywhere but there is beauty in it.

Birds nesting in a hollowed out ribcage of a Halla. Finding refugee in something long gone.

Flowers that are pressed between book pages, their likeness preserved between words of people he does not know. Their beauty mingles.

He sees it in the way Emmrich waves his hands as if conducting a symphony.

The dead whisper their secrets to him; words that help the living, words that bring relief to the dead, and Emmrich nods and kindly guides their souls back to the beyond.

Spite likes Emmrich too. He calms the demon and soon he purrs whenever Emmrichs voice fills the room.

Spirits and Demons and Death get along. So why would a crow not be allowed to dance with them?

Soon it feels like there is a meadow in Lucanis chest, colorful petals and sturdy stems where once only fear withered him away.

Each flower has a name. Interest, companionship, affection. He stops when he sees desire written on a weeping widower.

Lucanis wonders why flowers, until he sees Emmrich put them on his parents grave, hears him talk about their physiology.

Death seems to favor flowers and Lucanis offers him every single one that is buried in his chest, ask him to take what seems to belong to him so effortlessly.

But Emmrich smiles and shakes his head.

Instead he plants more. Trust. Intimacy. Kisses. Love.

The crow is safely nested in deaths ebony hands, a garden to tend to.

And when all of this is over and they are exchanging rings on their wedding day, sharp talons blunted as to fit into the bones of death without hurting him, he knows that he had never been so happy as that moment… as he held hands with death.

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I like the concept of Lucanis looking like more of a prisoner in the Ossuary like many people have said before. A bit scrawny and bedraggled. He's been trained to survive/work in situations where he's been deprived of food and water so it's not a question of how he operates.

That being said, how do you think he builds his strength and weight up enough to be in peak working condition? He exercises, of course, but the idea I'm playing with is Lucanis freakishly gaining muscle in a short time due to Spite. Being powered by Spite has to have some physical effects, right?

Imagine Rook leaving Lucanis to his own devices for a few days as they handle business. Then when they stop in to check on him in the pantry, they have to do a double-take because who is this man??

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*wails*

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Rook de Riva: - and that's when Viago poisoned me for the third time that week!

Lucanis : *hysterical laughter*

The rest of The Veilguard : wtf

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Decided to try animating and now I don’t know how to feel about the result. Also, Noire AU, yes?