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An enemy is just a friend I haven't worn down

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Tevinter Interior

The 360 version was made when everyone was very excited about that gimmick. Sad it was always a little too frustrating to work with, because the final products were always neat. I really liked the idea of open air skylights (that magically kept the rain out) and sunken living rooms. By Matt Rhodes

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WE ARE SO BACK

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PSN is still down I wanted to PLAY come onnnnn

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Still have a few more drafts to finish, but it’s 2am, so maybe i’ll do them another day? If you’ve been waiting for a while, I’m so sorry. I’ll get to your reply asap, life has been a little messy lately

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@coldjustness cont.d from here.

Felix tries to understand Neve, he does. He knows their lives are dangerous, that they attract trouble like magnets, that everything could end in a heartbeat, and it terrifies him to picture a life without her, but none of it is a good reason to push her away. So why doesn’t she see that, while there’s no way to make sure they’re safe, there’s also no reason to stay apart? He lifts his arms and shows her his palms. “It is, Neve. If you could only hear me out…” She turns away from him, and Felix sighs. He isn’t going to give up easily, but Maker, it’s hard to see which way is the right one.

Felix keeps his hands up, as if he’s trying not to scare her away. He always joked she shares some similarities to the cats she loves so much. He realises now how right he had been. Her voice breaks, and so does his heart. Felix takes one small step closer to her. He knows it’s a delicate situation, and the last thing he wants to do is impose himself. But seeing her in such pain, such distress makes him want to take all her suffering and endure it himself. Anything to relieve her. Anything to keep her shielded. “You’re not being unreasonable, and people have died. Hells, some might still be in danger, but is that a good reason to stop living?”

She speaks again, and this time her words make anger spread through him like wildfire. Felix sets his jaw and shakes his head. “No,” he says firmly, taking another step towards her. “Your time is not limited. I’ll keep you safe, even if it kills me, Neve Gallus. And there’s nothing you can do or say that will ever change my mind.”

Felix never sees a hero when he looks in the mirror. But he does see a man willing to do anything for the people he loves. And he may not have told her yet, but he loves her more than he’s ever loved anyone or anything. Her expression breaks his heart again, and Felix lifts his hand to touch her cheek. “You won’t risk me. I’m not going anywhere.”

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Felix never asked to be a leader. He isn’t ready for that. Can’t wait for Varric to recover, so he can take a step back, take his place back. His life… no, maybe that part is too far gone, and has been for too long. He cannot blame the gods for how everything went to shit, alas. Still, leadership is not something he was taught. Not something he’d ever thought he’d learn. But here he is, facing the consequences of his choice. Consequences that Varric should have faced, a voice in his head suggests. Felix ignores it and focuses on Lucanis instead.

He feels like a wolf studying a prey, but he knows better. A Crow could fly away easily. Only he is stuck on the ground. What does Lucanis see, when he looks at him? A failure? Like his father does? Or a boy crushed by something too big with nowhere to run? Does he see past his own insecurities? Does he want to? And does Felix want him to? They were friendly before all that. Friends, even. That’s what he hoped. He wonders if Lucanis will ever call him that. He doubts it. Understanding is all he can hope for, now. Forgiveness is too far from his reach.

One taste of freedom was all he could offer him before the world came to take it all away. It was either him or Felix. Either Treviso or Minrathous. He wouldn’t have hesitated, had the choice been his, so why does it hurt to look into his eyes? Why can’t he contain his shame? Lucanis’ words pierce through his heart more effectively than any of his blades ever could, and Felix is half tempted to touch his chest to check if there’s blood leaking through his shirt. Children. And it’s all his fault.

Lucanis doesn’t say that, of course. But the truth is there, lingering between them like the smell of spices in the small pantry. He swallows. “I will. And if there’s anything, anything at all that I can do to help, let me know. I’m ready.”

The question about his family catches Felix off guard, and he isn’t fast enough to keep his expression in check. He feels his jaw tighten and his eyebrows twitch. He clears his throat, tries to brush it off, but what’s done is done. “I think so. I haven’t…” he hesitates. How to say he barely speaks to his family at all? That, with the exception of his sister and his mother, they can’t tolerate the disappointment he is? “I haven’t heard from them yet. The Shadows are helping the people in Dock Town, though, and that’s something I’m grateful for.”

Fate maintains the insufferable habit of blindsiding even the most prepared. Clear as day that Felix buckles 'neath the weight of leadership, an unexpected burden few would choose to bear. Atlas, indeed; what is heavier to bear? The world or the people's hearts? Lucanis inspects him in the brief silence — and acknowledges Felix doing the same. Looking for scars, injuries; soft spots to either avoid or press deeper into depending on how the conversation develops.

He glances at the other's high-collared neck before settling his gaze at the sternum. Mercar. Odd for the son of a family with some influence to end up here, defending cities against blighted dragons. Even more so when he considers Felix's history, what scant information he could dig up after inquiring from a few contacts. A son mollified by privilege, the world's harsh truths muted by silks and wealth; though that line of thought could lead Lucanis to throw stones in glass houses himself. Dellamorte carries with it a king's ransom worth of influence. Debatable if it still matters, now, after everything that's happened.

Arms still crossed, he listens before something in his expression gives. The apology is unexpected, and Spite's hissed words are less so as it latches onto the tension. [A trick! Us back in a cage. For Venatori favour.] Like a practiced song and dance, Lucanis attempts to ignore the demon's vindictive wariness. "They've yet to finish listing out the names of the dead. There were... children." Voice tightening, a sharp exhale disperses the aimless malice lodged within the lungs. Felix is not responsible for the city's ruins even if he's the easiest target for the anger bleeding out of him. The rusted-edge grief. "Just keep finding me Venatori to kill until the Crows strike at the Antaam." Work, work, work to try and bail out the ocean's worth of guilt sinking an already damaged ship. "Rook. Don't apologize for something you cannot fix. What's done is done."

The pantry turns suffocating from the topic even after the weeks of absence, and yet he wants the opposite of 'ceding the space. "How is your family? I know Minrathos did not go unscathed either."

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Wanted to post some of the captures I took of Felix during tonight’s gaming session, but the PS app is down sigh sob

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By the way, Felix can swim

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Ran out of my favourite tea and the store is closed help me guys what do I do

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when they got "character who made an undeniably terrible decision but man i dont know what i would have done either" at the function

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“And does it work?” he is genuinely interested. He feels like he hasn’t had much time to learn the dynamics between the Crows before the dragon attacked. He has heard so many stories about them, but now they all feel foreign. Far. From a past that probably won’t come back. And Felix knows he is to blame for that.

If only he had been quicker. If only there hadn’t been two bloody dragons. If only, if only. Felix shakes his head. Teia is still there, and so are the other Crows. What remains might not be the same, but it’s something. And it’s better to work with something than with nothing at all.

The Talon tells him something nice, and Felix feels his heart break. How can that be kind, when all it does is bleed and hurt? He presses his lips together. Teia makes things look so easy that he’s almost tempted to ask her to join them. They could use someone like that, back at the Lighthouse. “Thank you, Teia. It… it means a lot, really.”

Finally she gives him informations he can turn into a task. Something to ease the devastating grip of his guilt, and Felix feels like breathing has just become easier. Not by a lot, but he takes the small victories too. So he nods. “Very well, then.” He touches his blades and offers her a ferocious smile. “Make way, we’ll take them down painfully.”

"That is what I am always telling Viago," she remarks on stubbornness - largely referencing her own. It is a brief spark of humor in her otherwise professional countenance. She has never worn solemnity well. There are scores of Crows who carry it as weapon and armor, where Teia would always prefer a blade and leather. Perhaps that is (one of the many reasons) why Crows of the older generation look down on her.

Heh. Ah, well. At least they are looking.

"You have a kind heart, Rook," she says, never one to turn down genuine help. "Do not worry about Lucanis. His heart is kind, too; and right now, it aches for Treviso. He will come around, and until then, I will look after him." Just as she always has, since they were both young. Their bond survived even the worst of Caterina's trials.

"The Grande Markets have become a place to house our injured and displaced. They are in constant need of supplies. We have a stockpile in a warehouse near there, but the Antaam and the Blight have made the path more precarious than we anticipated. The more supplies you can put into their hands, the better. I can show you the way when you are ready."

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Felix hates being apart from Neve. When she’s in the room and they’re alone, it feels outrageous not to keep her close. So when she tries to move away from him, it takes him half a second to reach out and pull her back. And so she falls back into his arms, where she belongs. Her weight on him, but Felix doesn’t mind. It grounds him to everything that is good, everything that is real. And so one arm sneaks around her waist, and one around her middle, so he can press his hand against her back and keep her balanced as he tilts her backwards slightly.

He buries his face into her neck, lips finding the soft spot where it meets her collarbone, and immediately he begins to kiss it. Her laughter reverberates against him, and he can’t help but smile. The smack against his shoulder is met with his own burst of laughter. “Hey!” he calls out, right before his hands find her hips, and he pulls her up comfortably, only to sit her down on a rare empty part of her desk. Felix pulls away just enough to grin at her. “Maybe I am, and what about it?” Lips find the dip between her collarbones, then, and Felix keeps on pressing kisses there, the smile never quite leaving his lips. And how could it, when he’s so happy?

“Hmm,” he whispers, a low sound coming from the back of his throat, lips curled into such an easy smirk. Neve caresses his hip and Felix presses into her, closer and closer still, and when they’re so tangled he barely understands where she ends and he begins, he laughs again. “Really? Tell me more, detective. I’m curious.” Eyes close immediately when she pecks his mouth. He takes the affectionate gestures happily as his hand travels all the way to the small of her back, where he rests it. “Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere!” He grabs her as she tries to escape, only to pull her closer and bury his face in the crook of her neck, a laughter escaping him before he starts peppering kisses on the soft skin he can reach.

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“Keep telling yourself that, cousin.” Felix smirks and takes a sip of his beer, but struggles to not choke on it as Laika continues. He punches his chest lightly and swallows. “I do not,” his voice comes out like a screech, so he clears his throat. “I do not flirt poorly. How dare you? Ask around, you might learn this Mercar is quite popular with ladies.” He flashes her an easy smile. “Ask nicely and I might offer some tips, dear.”

@mvrcar anonymous said, “  Rumor has it your feet stink and you’re too short to reach any top shelf.  ”

rumor has it...?  accepting xoxo

“ Patently false.  ”  Squint,  snide smile. “ Besides, not only can I surmount any shelf put in my way, this Mercar can manage to flirt with a girl without crying.  Should ask my cousin about that one. ”

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“Hmm,” he whispers, a low sound coming from the back of his throat, lips curled into such an easy smirk. Neve caresses his hip and Felix presses into her, closer and closer still, and when they’re so tangled he barely understands where she ends and he begins, he laughs again. “Really? Tell me more, detective. I’m curious.” Eyes close immediately when she pecks his mouth. He takes the affectionate gestures happily as his hand travels all the way to the small of her back, where he rests it. “Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere!” He grabs her as she tries to escape, only to pull her closer and bury his face in the crook of her neck, a laughter escaping him before he starts peppering kisses on the soft skin he can reach.

Rather than hearing it, Felix feels her hum against his lips, and it makes his smirk widen. He looks down at their bodies as she presses herself against him, and his arms wrap around her waist, though he’s careful not to touch her shirt with his right hand, for it’s stained with ink. Neve speaks and Felix laughs against her mouth, touching it just barely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, detective. I’m innocent.”