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sunny374940 · 2 days ago

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May I have this dance?

So I'm finally done with the story about Rook and Emmrich attending a ball. Or not done, because it got way too long, but at least the first part is finished (the second part wil be them jumping each other's bones).

@profoundlyfaded, this is what you made me do (thank you, I'm having a great time).

Cw: sexual harrasment directed at Rook, because nobles are annoying, but nothing terribly graphic.

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“Presenting Rook, leader of The Veilguard, and his companion, Emmrich Volkarin of the Mourn Watch,” the master of ceremonies announced (and he was yelling too much, Rook thought).

The rest of their friends had all made their excuses to the Archon as to why they couldn't come (there were suddenly so many pressing matters everywhere, that Rook was surprised the world wasn't ending again), but not him, because the leader of the damn Veilguard had to attend a ball to celebrate the defeat of the Evanuris. It stood to reason, but that didn’t make it any better.

There were assorted claps and oohs and aahs from the starstruck crowd as they made their way down the stairway. Emmrich was holding onto Rook’s arm and he looked so beautiful, almost regal in his finery, clinking gently with his grave gold. One bright spot to this, at least. They finally descended onto the ballroom floor and Rook gently steered Emmrich away from the crowd.

The ballroom of the Archon's summer “villa” (if the word could be used to describe a network of buildings several times the size of the Lighthouse) was a vast place. The ceiling was glittering with magelight and the stained glass windows were letting in the last of the sun's rays, creating a kaleidoscope of color on the walls.

“Do we really have to be here?” he whispered through gritted teeth. He did come (almost) willingly, but the amount of people populating the ballroom and the attention they were paying to them were getting to him.

“Darling, the Archon of Tevinter himself is holding a celebration in our - and especially your - honor. So yes, we do have to be here,” Emmrich whispered back to him. He seemed to be enjoying himself, which was the only reason Rook wasn’t already begging him to leave. He knew how much Emmrich liked mingling at parties and there hadn’t been many of those while they were saving the world.

“Ugh.” Rook rolled his eyes. Emmrich had persuaded him to wear formal attire (“Darling, I must insist you wear shoes for once in your life!”) and he was very much not into it, but he would do it for him, if begrudgingly. But the damned shoes were pinching his feet and this was where he was drawing the line, regardless of the fact that it was the very love of his life who had made him wear them.

“I'll be right back, love,” he said, kissing Emmrich on the cheek, and left under the pretense of going to eat some of the tiny cakes that were set out on the tables bordering the ballroom (though he did actually eat some, seeing as he was already there, and made a note to come back for more later). He toed off the blasted things and slid them under the table with his foot in the hope that the long tablecloth would hide them from sight.

He padded back to Emmrich, who was now engaged in conversation with Dorian and The Iron Bull, and slotted himself against his side.

“And how is being the Archon treating you, Dorian?” Emmrich said as he brought his arm up to sling it across Rook’s shoulders. He relaxed gratefully into the touch.

“Ah, yes, someone needs to lead the masses and all that,” Dorian waved his hand a touch dismissively. “Though I do hope to lead them into a better future.”

“A worthy endeavor, to be certain,” Emmrich nodded.

Dorian turned to Rook, taking in the way he was keeping his eyes down, trying to hide away from the nobles who seemed to be just itching to have a conversation with the leader of the Veilguard.

“I can see you’re suffering,” he said and Rook could only nod miserably.

“And I get him, kadan, I really do,” Bull said, flicking his eyes to Rook’s bare feet. He made no comment, but gave him a grin and a one-eyed blink (was he winking at him?).

“Yes, yes, the horrors of fine wine and noble company,” Dorian retorted with a wry chuckle.

“I could do with more wine and less company. I’ve got better ideas about spending the night than this,” Bull said and then he tilted Dorian's face up with a finger under his chin and kissed him gently, making Dorian’s cheeks turn red.

“Bull, I am the Archon! I can’t be seen blushing like a- a maiden,” Dorian sputtered.

“You’re not the Archon of the bedroom, though,” Bull said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Bull!” Dorian smacked a hand against Bull’s arm and Rook was laughing, holding onto Emmrich, and finally the party was looking up.

“Darling!” Emmrich chided gently, but there was an amused quirk to his lips.

“Please excuse us, I have something to discuss with my husband.” Dorian bowed to them with an exaggerated flourish and then took hold of Bull’s arm, dragging him away. They heard a faint ‘finally’ from Bull as the pair made their way to the door.

“Hey, since they're leaving, can we-” But Rook wasn't allowed to finish the sentence, as a young nobleman took advantage of the opening.

“May I have a dance, ser?” he asked, voice syrupy sweet and Rook didn't want to dance with him at all.

“No, thanks, I don't dance” he said, hoping to get rid of him quickly.

“But I am sure that you would be very good at it, with a proper partner. One that could keep up with you,” he said with a sideways glance at Emmrich and touched Rook's chest in a gesture that he likely meant to be flirtatious, but it only made Rook's skin crawl.

Rook took a breath in outrage. He might have been able to deal with him quietly, but after taking a jab at Emmrich? He would let the man know just how much he miscalculated. But as he opened his mouth to speak (and cause a scene), Emmrich placed a hand on the noble’s arm, looking the very picture of calmness.

“My dear ser, I believe you have just been told no,” he said levelly.

“I wasn't asking y-”

There was the tiniest sound, almost lost in the noise of the ballroom, like a lightning spark earthing itself, and the noble snatched his hand back with a yelp and gave Emmrich a wide-eyed stare, before retreating without another word. Rook turned to Emmrich with a disbelieving grin.

“Emmrich?”

“Yes, darling?” Emmrich said, radiating innocence.

“Did you just zap the guy?”

“Oh, I would never! You wound me!” Emmrich put a hand to his chest in mock outrage, but then their eyes met and they burst out laughing, holding onto each other for support.

“I believe we have earned a moment of respite, what do you think, Rook?”

“Finally,” he whispered to himself, but Emmrich’s barely audible answering snort (though he would never admit to doing something as unseemly as snorting) told him he’d been heard.

They left the ballroom hand in hand and crept along the silent corridors, giggling like schoolboys, stealing kisses in alcoves, until they found a door leading to the gardens. The moon was hanging high in the sky, casting the jasmine trees in a soft silver light. They stepped onto the grass and it was damp with evening dew, making Rook sigh in contentment at the refreshing feeling of it. He wiggled his toes, closing his eyes for a moment and Emmrich noticed his lack of footwear at last.

“Darling, where are your shoes?” Emmrich was raising an eyebrow and Rook found himself grinning sheepishly.

“They, uh, ran away? They didn't want to be here either, I guess.”

Emmrich sighed in fond exasperation and stroked his fingers against Rook's cheek. He leaned into the touch, enjoying the warmth of Emmrich's hand against his skin.

“Whatever shall I do with you?” Emmrich asked and the music from the ballroom was floating down to them from the open windows and Rook knew exactly what he wanted.

“Dance with me?”

He held his hand out to Emmrich, who took it, but made no move to start dancing just yet.

“Weren't you saying you don't dance?” Emmrich teased. “I distinctly remember hearing it but a little while ago.”

“It's called lying, love,” Rook grinned. “But you should probably lead, I'm not very good at this,” he added bashfully.

“It would be my honor.”

And they danced, in fits and starts at first, as Rook was figuring out where to put his feet without treading on Emmrich's, but they were growing more confident with each step. Emmrich was leading him with a sure hand at his waist and Rook surrendered to the motion, loving the way Emmrich's other hand was gently holding his, the way he was looking into his eyes with such soft adoration that it was making Rook's heart melt.

The violins swelled and Emmrich twirled him around and he laughed breathlessly, feeling like a hero of one of Lucanis’ romance novels. As the music was dying down, Emmrich dipped him, making him look up into his face and then he bent down to kiss him and there would have been fireworks if the novel he was in knew what it was doing. As it was, Rook felt his cheeks warm and returned the kiss with wild abandon and no fireworks could ever be as good as this.

“What would you like to do now, Rook?” Emmrich asked after he helped him stand up again.

Rook knew that if he asked to leave, Emmrich would oblige him, even if he would have preferred to stay himself. But he wasn't going to be that selfish, not when Emmrich was doing everything in his power to make him feel comfortable.

“I guess I could manage going back inside, if you'd like. I know you were enjoying yourself before.”

“You want an excuse to eat more dessert, don't you, darling?” Emmrich laughed softly. And it wasn't completely untrue, if Rook was being honest.

“You know me so well. But seriously, I want you to have a good time tonight.”

“Thank you, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. And I must admit that I noticed a colleague earlier who I haven't seen in quite some time. She has made incredible advances in the preservation of the dead and I would love to discuss her findings with her.”

“Let's go then. But the shoes are staying off.”

“I wouldn't dare suggest otherwise, dearest. I have learned my lesson.”

Emmrich offered him an arm and they made their way back to the ballroom. They managed to get in through a side door, rather than the main entrance, and that thankfully meant much less attention this time. They took a moment to walk around, poking fun at the decor (“Hey, Emmrich, that candle holder looks like a pair of boobs.” “It most certainly does n- Oh.”) and then Emmrich spotted his colleague and went to greet her, but not before repeatedly assuring himself that Rook truly was okay with being left alone. And Rook really preferred not to join them, as there was only so much talk of embalming methods he could stomach before having to excuse himself.

Rook was leaning back against the dessert table, snacking on some kind of round, brightly colored pastry. It tasted faintly of almonds and he had no idea what it was, but it tasted really good, so he grabbed a few more for later. He saw that Emmrich was caught up in an animated discussion and was gesturing wildly with his hands, likely trying to get a point across and Rook smiled to himself, glad they came back in.

He was finishing his third colorful snack while watching couples twirl around on the dancefloor, lost in thought, when a large hand clapped him on the shoulder and stayed there, gripping him uncomfortably. And why the fuck did everyone think they were welcome to touch him today? Just what the fuck was wrong with them? Rook looked up, eyebrows drawn together in annoyance. A large man, a good head taller than Rook was standing next to him, giving him the worst excuse for a seductive smile he’d ever had the misfortune of seeing.

“So, you finally ditched that old windbag, eh? But a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone-”

A thing. That was all he was to this kind of person and he definitely didn’t feel obligated to engage him more than necessary, or even let him finish speaking, so he went straight to the point.

“Fuck off,” he spat and tried to shrug off the offending hand, but the hold on him was strong and the man's other hand came to clutch at the front of Rook’s shirt, dragging him closer, until his face was inches from Rook's.

“I could fuck the fight right out of you,” he whispered, and the smell of alcohol in his breath made Rook want to retch.

Rook glanced over to where he last spotted Emmrich and saw him still deep in conversation. Good. Emmrich would probably be a little mad at him if he knew what he was about to do, so he might as well do it while he wasn't looking. He leaned away as much as the hold on him allowed, then he brought his head forward full-force and struck his forehead against the man's nose with a resounding crack, hard enough to send him falling onto his ass.

“Ow.”

Rook rubbed at his forehead. This would definitely bruise, but it was very much worth it. The man was holding onto his bleeding nose, trying to scramble back onto his feet and yelling at him.

“You filthy knife-ear, I’ll show you-”

He got no further than that, as he was suddenly being hoisted up by the scruff of his neck by The Iron Bull, who was grinning at Rook. He must have seen what happened and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

“Hey, kadan, we almost missed the fun!” he shouted over his shoulder.

“You shouldn't have taken so long, then.” Dorian was sauntering towards them, straightening the collar of his robes and Rook thought he could see a faint hickey on the side of his neck, before it was quickly concealed.

“I didn't hear you complaining when I was doing it.”

“Shut up, amatus,” Dorian hissed in Bull’s direction. Then he turned to the guards who were posted at the doors closest to them to order them to take the man away, but Rook wasn't paying attention anymore, because Emmrich arrived at his side. He was looking him over with a worried expression, and his eyes widened as he took in the bruise on Rook's forehead.

“Darling, are you alright? What happened?”

“I'm fine, just a headache,” Rook grinned. “He wanted to get a piece of me. So he got it.”

This vague description was met with a singular raised eyebrow. Fine, he would tell him if he wanted to know so badly.

“He wanted to fuck me and I disagreed, so he got mad, I guess.”

“He what?” Emmrich almost shouted, outraged. “I shall have some words with him.”

Rook suspected there would be less words and more violence, if the way Emmrich's hands were shaking with barely contained anger was anything to go by.

“No need, my dear professor,” Dorian interjected. “He will get what is coming to him soon enough.”

“Very well. I trust your judgment,” Emmrich said, a tad reluctantly, but didn't press the matter.

“And you lot can go back to whatever you were doing, nothing to see here,” Dorian added, shooing away the many guests who stopped close by to pretend they weren't staring. The musicians began a new piece, prompting Bull to offer his hand to Dorian with a bow and they left for the dancefloor.

Rook hissed at a new pang of pain from his forehead. Did he manage to give himself a concussion? Emmrich turned back to him at the sound and the pain was gone in an instant with a quick healing spell.

“Thanks, love.”

“You are welcome, my dear. Do you need to leave?”

“I'm good. I don't think that there's anyone around who wants to try getting close to me after this. But I wouldn't mind letting them know who I belong to anyway.”

And it was just like Emmrich to completely misunderstand, worried as he was about Rook's wellbeing right now.

“Rook, I would never presume to claim ownership of you. You are your own person first and foremost,” he said sincerely.

“I know, love,” Rook chuckled. “But I like being yours,” he purred into Emmrich's ear and heard a sharp intake of breath as realization dawned.

“Is that so, dearest?”

Rook nodded, eyes glinting with mischief, and raised himself up on his toes to kiss Emmrich passionately, heedless of the whispers he caused among the nobles who still insisted on pretending they weren't watching them. They finally parted and Emmrich’s eyes were dark with desire, making Rook’s breath hitch.

“May I have this dance?” Emmrich asked, taking hold of his hand and kissing his knuckles.

Rook nodded eagerly and they joined the other couples on the dancefloor. Emmrich took the lead again and Rook noticed with some satisfaction that the hand on his waist was holding onto him tighter than before, and despite all of Emmrich's protests to the contrary, he had a feeling that he did actually like showing others that Rook was his. They were swaying together to the music and Rook was doing his best to stay as close to Emmrich as possible, their bodies touching, though he did enjoy the few times Emmrich made him twirl around just for the fun of it. The music then quieted down, but they stayed pressed together, breathing heavily, though not just with the exertion of dancing.

“Rook, you have no idea what you do to me,” Emmrich said, and there was a faint flush on his cheeks. Rook liked the sight a lot.

“Oh? Wanna show me?”

“Is that a challenge, my dear?”

“And what if it is?”

Emmrich drew closer, his breath warm against Rook's lips, but he didn't kiss him just yet.

“Then I will make you mine tonight,” Emmrich whispered and Rook took him by the hand and dragged him out of the ballroom.

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sunny374940 · 10 hours ago

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Did you hit your head?

I seem to have hit a groove and finished the thing I've been teasing, so here it is. Rook is pining and Davrin and Assan decide to help in their own special way.

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Mornings in Arlathan were Rook’s favorite. The way the sunlight shone through the trees brought up memories of his childhood, of running through the forest that used to be his home such a long time ago. He was sitting on a boulder with Davrin next to him, who was whiling away the wait with his new whittling project, which seemed to be a tiny nug figurine. Rook was glad for Davrin’s company, as the two of them have fallen into an easy friendship in the short time since they’d met, bonding over their Dalish roots, and the fact that Rook adored Assan didn’t hurt either.

But right now his attention was pulled towards Emmrich, who was puttering around the campsite, humming to himself. He was dressed only in pants and undershirt, readying his shaving supplies (did he really have to shave every morning in a forest?) and the sight of his collarbone peeking out was doing things to Rook. He definitely wasn't staring and he definitely wasn't imagining just what he would look like with that undershirt gone.

“You're pining,” Davrin said matter-of-factly, tearing him out of his reverie.

“What? No I'm not!” Rook hissed at him, hoping Emmrich hadn’t heard.

“Reeeally?” Davrin drawled and Rook dearly wished he could wipe that insufferable smug grin off his face. Of course he was pining, how could he not be? Emmrich was so… so charming and kind and handsome and much older and experienced and so way out of Rook’s league. There was no possibility of anything more, so he would have to content himself with just that. Pining. Rook hid his face in his hands.

“Maybe a little?” he said, voice made small by the mortification of admitting it aloud.

“Make a move, then,” Davrin said, as if it was that easy. Rook looked at him incredulously, opening his mouth to explain how utterly impossible doing that was, when they were interrupted by Emmrich, who came up to them, immaculately dressed and smiling in excitement.

“I’m ready, gentlemen. Shall we embark upon today’s adventure?”

The adventure in question was searching for some alchemical ingredients Emmrich needed that supposedly only grew in Arlathan and Davrin hoped that he could train Assan to find things other than gingerwort truffles, so the choice of companions was obvious. Davrin was getting off the boulder and Rook shot up to his feet as well.

“Yeah, let’s get going,” he said, sounding maybe a bit too eager.

“Splendid! I'll get my pack,” Emmrich said brightly.

“You’re hopeless,” Davrin laughed at him once Emmrich was out of earshot, as if he didn’t know that. Rook just groaned in response and went to get his things.

They were walking along a path carved into a hillside, Rook with Davrin and Assan at the front and Emmrich kept stopping to admire the flowers, which meant that he lagged a little behind the three of them. Rook noticed that there were some of those hand statues around and took the chance to annoy Davrin for a change.

“Hey, Davrin?”

“Yeah?”

“There's quite a handful of those statues again, did you notice?”

Davrin groaned at him and tried to walk faster, but Rook caught up with him, grinning to himself.

“C'mon, I handpicked that one just for you.”

Davrin stopped then, turning to Assan.

“Hey, Assan? Emmrich’s got a gingerwort truffle in his pocket,” he said, and Assan left in an excited blur of feathers to squawk and chirp at Emmrich, who was suddenly having to defend his pockets from a very determined griffon. (“Assan, oh my! What's gotten into you? Davrin? Davrin!”)

Davrin glanced back to check that Emmrich was fully occupied and then he pushed Rook off the path and down the hillside. He rolled and tumbled, bouncing against a bush before coming to a dazed stop. At least Davrin had picked a spot without any great big boulders or trees for Rook to smash himself on, but he was mad anyway.

“Davrin, what the fuck was that for?” he yelled upwards, sitting on the ground, head spinning.

“Shut up, I'm helping,” he whisper-shouted at Rook. “And also, the hand puns.”

Davrin then schooled his expression into something approaching concern and called out to Rook in feigned worry.

“Rook, are you alright?” he yelled, loud enough to be heard over Assan's squawking. And Emmrich was suddenly running down the slope in a flurry of robes, before coming to kneel on the ground next to Rook.

“Rook, my dear boy, what happened? Are you injured?”

He pretended that being called “dear boy” by him hadn’t short-circuited his brain and looked back up to the path he'd fallen from to see that Davrin was giving him a thumbs up. Even Assan seemed to be making an encouraging expression with his beak. The bastards. He turned his gaze back to Emmrich.

“I… tripped?” he lied, hoping that it would be convincing enough and that Emmrich wouldn't notice the blush that was surely creeping upon his cheeks, because Emmrich's hand was hovering over a gash on his forearm (thanks, Davrin) and he could just barely feel the heat radiating from his palm and Emmrich was so close to him, studying his face, and were his eyes hazel? Emmrich mercifully looked away in the direction of the path, visibly calculating the chances of someone tripping on a smooth stretch of road. At least the conclusion he arrived at was wrong.

“Rook, you simply must take better care of yourself. You must be utterly exhausted, if you managed to take such a fall.” He lowered his eyes back to Rook's injury. “May I heal you?” he asked, because of course he was such a gentleman that he wouldn't touch him without permission.

“Uh, y-yeah, sure,” Rook stammered out and Emmrich's hand was on his forearm, warm and gentle, and the healing magic was soothing the sting of the injury, making Rook close his eyes, sinking into the feeling. The green glow of the spell was barely penetrating his eyelids, it felt so good and he must have looked a bit out of it, because now Emmrich was speaking again and there was worry in his voice.

“Rook, can you hear me? Did you hit your head?”

He could hear Davrin snickering. He would kill him once he got back up there.

“I don't think so? Why?”

“You seemed a little dazed just now.”

He was totally killing Davrin. Emmrich took his chin in hand, tilting his head up to better look him in the eyes and Rook forgot how to breathe for a moment. Those hazel eyes were staring into his intently.

“Hmm, your pupils are isocoric, if a touch dilated, I would say,” he said at last.

“My pupils are what now?” Rook asked and he did feel a little dazed now from the attention he was getting.

“Isocoric, the same size. If they weren’t, it would speak to the possibility of a brain injury. Even though it doesn’t seem to be the case, a little more healing certainly won’t go amiss.”

Rook nodded dumbly and out of the corner of his eye he saw Davrin doubled over in silent laughter. Emmrich’s other hand came up to touch Rook’s temple and there was the green glow again. Rook took great care not to close his eyes this time to avoid more accusations of brain damage, but where was he supposed to look now? Looking away felt kind of… rude? Staring into Emmrich’s eyes would probably be too much, no matter how much he wanted to do that, and it would also make him blush terribly. There was a furrow of concentration between Emmrich’s brows and Rook balled his hands into fists to keep himself from trying to smooth it away. He was inspecting the curve of Emmrich’s upper lip, when Emmrich removed the hand from his temple, but the one on his chin lingered and once again Rook found his eyes to be the focus of Emmrich’s interest. Emmrich seemed satisfied with what he saw and let his hand fall away.

“There, you should feel better now.”

“I- Thanks, Emmrich.”

“You are quite welcome.”

Emmrich stood up and offered Rook a hand to help him up as well. He was stronger than he looked, raising Rook up with ease and Rook was proud of himself that he remembered to let go of his hand in time.

“Shall we return to our mission?” Emmrich asked.

“Y-yeah, let's get going.”

Rook turned to climb back up and tripped over the first damn rock in his way. He stumbled, barely preventing himself from falling and he didn't need to look at Davrin to know he was laughing at him again. A steady hand took hold of his waist and he found himself being supported all the way up to the path. His ears were burning up and he hoped that they would be hidden by his hair, though the pointed tips were probably poking out in betrayal.

Finally they got back to Davrin and Emmrich stayed at Rook’s side. His hand moved to the small of his back as if he was worried that Rook would be unable to stand without the added support, and Rook himself was a little uncertain whether he would manage to keep standing, because his knees were feeling quite wobbly right now. Emmrich was watching him and the crease between his brows was back.

“Rook, we can postpone today’s endeavor, if you’re not feeling well. We need you at your best.”

“No, no, I’m fine, we can keep going. You need those flowers, right?”

“Lichen, actually, the Usnea cavernosa, commonly called old man’s beard. It is supposed to grow on tree branches around here and it looks like, well, a long beard, only green.”

And he looked like an idiot. Maybe he really did bang his head somewhere during his fall, if he managed to forget what it was they were searching for. He grew up in a forest, he should know what fucking lichen was. But Emmrich was now turning to Davrin and Rook could cringe unobserved.

“Davrin, do you think that Assan could assist now? We’ve gotten closer to where we might be able to find the Usnea.”

“Sure. Assan, did you get all that?”

Assan chirped in assent and took flight, Davrin following on foot to keep an eye on him. Rook realized that Emmrich’s hand still remained at his back, the singular point of contact between them burning itself into his skin through his armor, and Emmrich must have noticed the way he stiffened slightly, because he removed the hand to let fall to his side. Rook pretended not to notice how Emmrich was stretching his fingers, as if he was missing the touch as terribly as Rook. He wasn’t sure what possessed him, but he reached out to take hold of Emmrich’s hand, squeezing his fingers lightly.

“Thank you. For helping me, I mean,” he said and Emmrich was smiling at him and the way his eyes were shining in the late morning light was simply too much. He wanted to tell him he liked him, wanted to kiss him so badly, but he couldn’t do that, he was too much of a coward, so he chose to retreat.

“I- I’m gonna see how Davrin’s doing,” he stammered and left Emmrich standing there, not daring to look back. He found Davrin leaning against a tree close by, all nonchalant and not at all eavesdropping.

“You’re a goddamn idiot,” Davrin said.

“I know.”

#emmrook #dragon age veilguard #emmrich volkarin #veilguard #davrin #assan dragon age #this was fun #and i got to read about lichens while figuring out what they would even be looking for #rook is hopeless #and emmrich was totally blushing too once rook's back was turned

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