#DA 4

[wishforhome]

language of hands

285 words | oneshot | lucanis/rook/teia/viago

Lucanis’s hands are broad and firm. Rook likes to trace the faint lines that cut across his knuckles, the ridges of the callouses at the top edge of his palm. She likes the way his hands engulf hers when they twist their fingers together, how small and protected they make her feel.  

Teia’s hands are even smaller than Rook’s, as quick and sly as her humour. Rook loves them for their deftness, for the clever way they touch her. They are a contradiction, manicured and gently cared for though still calloused from sharper aspects of her work.  

But it is Viago’s that she is most fascinated by. She sees them only rarely, usually hidden beneath the supple leather of his gloves. Like hers, like Lucanis’s, like Teia’s, they bear the toughness borne from knifework. His fingers are long and delicate, and she loves the precise way he moves them, like anything he might touch with his bare skin is a fragile thing.

She often finds herself entranced by the old scars that extend up his forearms – patches of glossy skin that catch the light. By his right thumb, a series of radiating cuts where a vial once broke. The inside of his left wrist, a small, perfect circle from acid measured out, as if intentionally applied. Other marks abound – burns and splashes, the result of years of work.

Mistakes and miscalculations, he might call them, but Rook sees them as the things he’s survived. Stories she will never ask to hear. It is enough, that sometimes at night when Teia and Lucanis have fallen asleep next to them, Viago will let her trace her own fingers over his weathered skin, and does not pull away.

[frankenbuggee]

“It would be rather fine to possess such an enduring affection.”

Part 2

[olessan]

Weird dog

[demigoddessqueens]

Manfred: *skeleton noises*

Emmrich: your son is awake

Rook: before sunrise, he’s your son

[vosquitransitis]

psa: friendly reminder to check on your funny friend from time to time! otherwise, you might not notice that the ancient elven god of lies is using blood magic on their mind to make them hallucinate your dead friend to manipulate them until it is too late!

[lokorum]

i think i picked up the hobby of falling for characters who look like they have osteochondrosis and somehow i havent noticed it till now

(ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[tharannas]

THE MOTHER IS BACK

[xenogaby]

my biggest gripe with DA right now is Lucanis' introduction. By calling him "mage killer" everyone believes he's an anti-mage bigot or a templar supporter.

He's not.

Guys, read the 2nd paragraph.

Screenshot is from Dalishious' post⬇️

[julsera]

Thus I freed the elven people and,

in so doing,

destroyed their world.

[sns315]

Looks like someone’s been reading The Tale of the Champion

[alanakod]

hello and goodbye

[amaryllis-sagitta]

Courtesy @felassan earlier today, the DAD tags went a little purple, and all I could think of looking at the banner was

[frankenbuggee]

“I did have someone to come back to…”

You all seemed so taken by the last one I just had to draw another. 🥰

[olessan]

[demigoddessqueens]

how they kiss you

a/n - T minus 3 days till this game!!

Masterlist 12

Emmrich

Gentlemanly kisses that start off slow before deepening into more

Varric

Gentle kisses that feel familiar and bring back bittersweet memories

Neve

Firm yet loving, a want to keep you safe

Davrin

Full of life and passion and young restlessness

Harding

Friendly and warm and reassuring types of kisses

Taash

An underlying feeling of all consuming love and protective streak

Lucanis

Hesitant but sweet kisses that evolve into something more

Bellara

Flirty and sweet kisses that leave you both breathless

[revivivivify]

Where my short Rooks at