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Things I Think About A Stupid Amount:

How Lucanis and Illario's smirks mirror each other

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I'm supposed to be a professional.

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Listen all I’m saying is if you’re going to tell me that ‘no one from house Dellamorte kneels’ and then PUT HIM ON HIS KNEES in the final romance scene, not even in an inherently kinky way, I’m going to have some significant Thoughts about it.

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Not sure if it's legal to eye-fuck like that in the giant graveyard. (Not that I care.)

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Lucanis: did you eat?

Illario: (still drunk from last night) oh hunty I slayed

Lucanis: … does that mean you’ve had breakfast?

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unrelated to anything but i love when people tag spite as 'spite dellamorte.' like he's one of the family now

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Solas Companion Banter re:Friendship with Bellara

My brain delivered this to me like a cat retching up a hairball on my pillow. You’re welcome.

Solas: (Heavy sigh)

Bellara: …

Solas: Ask. Please. You may call me a liar afterwards, if you wish. But your staring distracts me.

Bellara (flustered): I… um…

Solas: Yes?

Bellara (In a hushed whisper): Were all ancient elves bald? Is Elgar’nan wearing a wig?

Solas: (Heavier sigh)

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Bellara: I never thanked you for your help with the artifact the other day.

Solas: It hardly warrants a thank you. I merely pushed a button.

Rook (grinning): You needed help pushing a button?

Bellara: It was very concealed!

Solas (amused): Of course. The elves of Arlathan were known to be very secretive about their soap dispensers.

Bellara: (Grumbles)

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Neve: Solas. A word.

Solas: Speak your mind, detective.

Neve: …

Solas: (smugly) Or do not. It is all the same to me.

Neve: I just want to make myself very, very clear.

Solas: (following her lead, serious) I’m listening.

Neve: I saw you sneaking out of Bellara’s room last night. If you hurt that girl-

Solas: No! I- You misunderstand. It was she who woke me. She could not focus while her mind was plagued by questions.

Neve: (Sarcastic) Sure. Like I’ve never heard that one before.

Solas: (Heated, defensive) I assure you this is not what you make it out to be. I meant to help. I did help.

Neve: All right. But I’m keeping my eye on you.

Solas: (Sigh)

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Bellara: (excitedly) Like fireflies!

Solas: I don’t follow.

Bellara: You don't? But I thought for sure I’d got it right this time!

Solas: (Audibly smiling) Once again you speak in facets, da’len. I would be fascinated to hear the rest.

Bellara: Oh, right. Sorry. I…

Solas: Yes?

Bellara: Um… (frustrated groan) I forgot. Damnit, and I remember it was a good one!

Solas: (Tries but fails to stifle a chuckle)

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Solas: It must be frustrating. To have a mind so keen and be unable to make it obey one’s own wishes.

Neve: You’re talking about Bellara again, aren’t you?

Solas: I’ve never met anyone quite like her. I wonder if it is a symptom of her separation from her full self.

Neve: Now that’s presumptuous.

Solas: How so?

Neve: First of all, it’s not an elf thing. Believe me. Second of all, what gives you the right to decide which parts of her are “symptoms” and which parts are her “full self”? She’s a full person as is.

Solas: I know.

Neve: And a great one, at that.

Solas: I am not debating that.

Neve: Maybe not. But this sounds suspiciously like you’re trying to make her another reason for destroying the Veil. How do you think she’d feel about that?

Solas: …

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Neve: Bel said you came with her to her clan’s Rite of Remembrance.

Solas: She asked me to accompany her, yes.

Neve: Don’t they burn effigies of the dread wolf?

Solas: You’re thinking of summer solstice. This was merely a recount of clan history.

Neve: A dalish elder retelling old clan tales? I imagine you were squirming in your seat.

Solas: The rite is a debate, not a lecture. The dalish have learned with painful loss that history is in the eye of the beholder.

Neve: You must have had a good time, then.

Solas: I could hardly get a word in. Not with Bellara questioning the elders’ every word.

Neve: You… don’t sound too peeved.

Solas: (Softly) She is remarkable.

Neve: (smiling) Yeah.

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(During Bellara’s companion quest)

Bellara: I’m sorry, Solas.

Solas: (slightly alarmed at her tone) Elaborate, da’len. You have lost me.

Bellara: I just… People like you and Rook, you never think of yourselves. I’m not like that. Cyrian betrayed us and we have gods to fight, but I just… I miss my brother so much.

Solas: Bellara.

Bellara: I can’t think about anything else. We have to save the entire world, and I can’t even think about that. I… Ugh. I can’t imagine what that looks like to you.

Solas: I am not so selfless as you think.

Bellara: (sounding sad and distracted) Hm.

Solas: Bellara.

Bellara: Yeah?

Solas: We will make it right.

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(After tearstone island, if Bellara gets taken)

Neve: It’s not just your fault, you know.

Solas: Don’t.

Neve: I’m trying to say something nice here. You-

Solas: No.

Neve: (frustrated sigh) Fine. Keep brooding, for all the good it’ll do her.

Solas: (dangerously) Neve-

Neve: If you care, you keep going. We don’t know what happened. But I know we will need you if we’re going to get her back.

Solas: Still you misunderstand our enemies so deeply. You imagine Elgar’nan might have let her live? The notion is laughable.

Neve: I don’t care how slim our chances are. If you give up on Bel now, I’ll have your head for it. And that’s a promise.

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(After tearstone island, if Neve gets taken)

Solas: Ir abelas, da’len.

Bellara: (defeated) It’s not your fault. You tried to stop them.

Solas: And once again, I failed.

Bellara: I just… do you think there’s a chance? That she might still be alive?

Solas: I… I cannot say.

Bellara: I can stand the truth, you know.

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Bonus:

(Kitchen. Solas and Emmrich stand by the fire. Lucanis is sulking in a corner.)

Solas: (speaking to thin air aka Spite) I will not create another body. It should never have been done in the first place. (A pause while Spite is speaking) I’m afraid I cannot be persuaded on this. But that is why I brought in the professor.

Emmrich: (Speaking after another pause) It’s not true that corpses make for weaker vessels than living bodies. I would make sure to select a body that would be an improvement to your current situation.

Lucanis: I’m right here, you know.

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*curls up on the cold floor* Sorry, I just remembered something…*starts crying*…I swear I’m ok it’s just, yknow, The Line?…*never stops crying*…I thought about it again

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It’s hot, you guys.

“Ugh! Neve, can’t you fix it?” Harding says from Taash’s shadow.

“Fix what?”

“You know,” she waves her hand in the air “it?”

“Are you asking me to change the weather?Doesn’t it ever get hot in the south?”

“Its too hot,” Bellara agrees. The flower she’s trying to sketch is almost as wilted as she is.

“Even for a Tevinter,” Rook whines feebly from behind Emmrich, his shadow is too thin.

“I can’t even if I wanted to. Do you know how much mana it takes to create a 30 second ice storm?” Neve asks.

“Emmrich?” Harding asks hopefully. But he shakes his head. His crypt-pale skin is red.

“A breeze would be nice,” Rook says, looking at Assan’s wings hopefully.

“Don’t even think it,” Davrin says. “You start him flapping and I’ll never get him down.”

“I don’t think it’s that hot,” Lucanis says. He’s still wearing his black leather.

ALL of it.

“How?” Rook scowls at him.

“Perhaps he IS a demon after all,” Bellara says.

“We could throw him in a lake,” Davrin says.

Lucanis frowns, “What would that prove?”

Davrin shrugs, “Isn’t that what they do in Ferelden, to test if mages are possessed?”

“Only the dumb ones,” Harding mutters.

Neve raises a glowing hand to her brow and sighs in relief.

“No fair, Neve, share!” Rook demands.

“Sorry, limited supply.”

“I’m the leader and I say share.”

The Scuffle is interupted by Manfred approaching with a tray of drinks.

“Share!” the skeleton repeats proudly.

“Easy for you to say,” Taash mutters. “You can’t even sweat!”

“Skeleton privelige,” Emmrich retorts.

Manfred hisses a very pleased hiss.

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DAV: Lucanis Dellamorte

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trying to make gifs but he looks like this and i can't stop staring

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you can't see it in first person but in this cutscene v's shoulder moves when johnny touches it... he's not even there, not really touching them, but they can "feel" it anyway. i wonder if they actually move their shoulder in reality (like in their first encounter where he hits them and they throw the pills and get knocked to the floor by him, or in some endings where he helps them up out of their chair) or if it's just something that happens in their head. and i also wonder if it feels any different when they touch in cyberspace

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A thing of beauty, I know ʎɐʍɐ ǝpɐɟ ɹǝʌǝu llıʍ

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Teia: So, Rook, now that you're back, I'm curious. What's your body count now?

Rook de Riva: 13.

Lucanis: Nonsense. You killed more than that when we rescued the Dalish!

Teia: ...

Rook: ...

Illario: ...cousin...

Teia: And you're sure you wanted him to be lucky 13?

Rook: Can Vi make you churros whenever you want? No.

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So it turns out I actually have to build the life I want to live