#I know for a fact that Lucanis would want to cry over something like this

[dragonbabes]

SHIT CAN YOU IMAGINE

“Thank you.” A tired edge has taken over Rook’s voice in a harsh raspiness. Lucanis has learned that they struggle with mornings; they claim that it’s only ever been since they’ve been tasked with preventing doomsday. The look Viago gave from over their shoulder, though, told him it might’ve been a white lie. It makes him chuckle to remember, even now as he sinks into the chair just to Rook’s right.

“You were out late,” his words trail off as he watches Rook take the cup from his extended hand and put it directly to their lips, “last night…” There’s a dumbfounded silence as the assassin turns the words over in his head.

Rook didn’t check for poison.

At first, there’s a trickle of worry; Rook always checks. Are they okay? Did they get hurt? How could they forget what is essentially Viago’s golden rule? No… They’d never forget that…

So… Rook chose to not check. Lucanis can’t think to keep the look of bewilderment from his face. There’s a pinch between his dark brows, a part of his lips, and a tilt to his head. Rook hums their question at him, and their eyes flick to his; what’s he looking at, they seem to ask. Lucanis instantly tears his gaze away and a short smile flitters across his lips. He’s not sure how to act, and he’s also not sure why that is. Spite takes the trouble of whispering a hint in the back of his mind:

“You want Rook. But you don’t take. Why?”

“You make this?” Rook’s hands linger over the pastries he’d made early this morning in a final attempt to keep himself conscious while the others were resting. He nods.

“Porras.” He says over the lip of his cup before taking a drink. His rich chocolate eyes note every movement Rook makes. From eying each pastry and taking the most appetizing, to bringing it directly to their lips again. Lips that pull upward at the corner, he notices, and lips that sit below sparkling eyes filled with what he can only call pleasure, bordering on ecstasy.

“This is so good.” Rook sighs. Again, they’re met with perturbed silence. His expression resumes the shocked look from before, but this time, he can’t fight the glossiness that takes up his warming eyes. Eyes of a man who’s realizing that, yes, Rook chose not to check the coffee he made. Not from laziness or as an act of childish rebellion, but because he was the one who made it.

Rook isn’t checking the foods he makes for them anymore? It almost makes him lay his head on the table and begin weeping. The joy — a warmth building in his chest that he could let out in a cry at the top of any building in Thedas — has him thrumming, and a smile pushing onto his parted lips. This time, Rook bothers to put their prodding look into words.

“What? You keep staring at me! Do I have something in my hair? On my face?” Their eyes trail down their body — his own eyes instinctively follow — as if to check if they’d forgotten to put clothes on. He only allows his smile to deepen.

“Nothing, Rook. I am only taking note that you like porras.” He stands and offers his hand to their emptied coffee cup. “Would you like more?” Rook reflects his smile back to him.

“Only if you pour it.”

His world seems to click into place. Every question that he couldn’t find the answer to is either worthless to know, or has been given to him just by the knee-bending feeling spreading through every inch of him. He accepts the revelation in stride: Rook trusts him.

They trust him with their life.

Lucanis feels Rook’s hold over him tighten, sinking their nails in deeper, until he’s entirely at their mercy… The thought, strangely enough, doesn’t scare him. If he is safe anywhere, it’s at Rook’s side.

He rides the joy over the moon, only to come back down when he watches them take the cup from his hand with a gracious smile, and take another drink without hesitation.

Rook trusts him with their life. Lucanis asks himself if he’ll be able to keep them safe. A question he can’t answer. The world opens up beneath him and begins to swallow him again.

“Why don’t you take?” Spite hisses. Lucanis looks to the coffee encased between his hands.

“Can you show me how to make these?” Rook butts into his spiraling thoughts. “If I made some for Viago, he might forgive me for sabotaging that operation.” Lucanis snorts and then chuckles. The gray clouds begin slink away from him.

“That’s a lot of porras.” They share a laugh on a quiet morning, just between the two of them.

Im sorry I literally keep posting entire fictions in reblogs but you guys keep having these wonderful ideas and my brain is annoying and really enjoys overthinking things.

Taash: You ever get offended that Rook always tests the food you make for poisons? Lucanis: Nope, they're a De Riva, Viago probably drilled that habit into them when they were five years old.

[therookandthecrow]

Lucanis is remarkable to my main Rook in many senses, one of those being that he's the first and only person to whom Aloisius is loyal to, let alone affection towards.

Even with that said, he'd never been in a truly romantic relationship before. Lucanis is the person he'd always yearned for, even if he didn't know it before - at least, if he did, he never acknowledged it.

There are more mature, adult themes under the cut - I had a hard time getting this to show up in the Lucanis tag when I tried to post it twice before, so here is my third, and hopefully final, try.

He'd been in psychos*xual trysts and in arrangements with other people in which mutual carnal gratification was involved, but those were always for the reason of him gaining something from that person. [I.e., what he had going with several elites while working at a high-end brothel]

The elven Shadow Dragon veteran was accustomed to utilizing his s*xuality to seduce others in the perfectly Machiavellian sense. There's a lot to unravel here, narratively about his status as an elf in Tevinter society. There is a lot of resentment he holds hidden from plain view.

Take that into account along with the chip ingrained on his shoulder, and there is more to unlearn about his belief that the world is inherently indebted to him. Aloisius has internalized a lot of anger over the years; in that such way, he and Lucanis mirror one another.

Aloisius would jump from partner to partner in the most cavalier sense, feelings be damned. I truly believe that all of his previous, toxic behaviors will melt away through his relationship with Lucanis and that he'll end up fixing my Rook, albeit unintentionally.

The first time that he'd have sex with Lucanis would actually be the first time that he'd have made love with someone. And by the Maker, it was the best s*x he'd ever had in his life. Love was the missing ingredient, and he was incredibly thirsty for it. One could swear he was drinking Lucanis' soul through a straw with how intensely and ravenously he'd kiss him.

He was used to h@te-s*x before, especially with Venatori. Aloisius scarcely concealed his disdain for the Tevinter, human supremacists who'd been a thorn in his side for over a decade of his life. It was amusing to him that they couldn't stay away from him, especially the previous Inquisition prisoner, Livius Erimond.

For Lucanis, and for Lucanis alone, he'd be a soft lover. For Lucanis, s*x will be associated with love and with affection instead of as a bargaining chip or as a means to and end - never expressly for pleasure apart from the sadism he felt when cruelly dominating Venatori and hunting them like prey, and vice versa.

I think that Aloisius is going to have to deal with the fact that his s*xuality never really belonged to him before, because while he thought that he was the one in control before, he had been actively going out of his way to engage s*xually with his marked enemies. It was a game of domination.

I can see the s*x between them being very, very emotional - and while Aloisius likes to carry a facade of cold arrogance and apathy towards the world in general, I can see him crying after sleeping with Lucanis for the first time because all of those emotions are being released through a healthy manner.

For all the pretenses that he held about being unemotional, he was accepting that he had feelings - and for the first time in his life, healthy feelings for another person. He was in love. Odd, he didn't care if he was seen crying, he trusted Lucanis and wanted nothing more than to spend his life with him.

[wyvernscales]

Act 2 DATV thoughts. Spoilers:

Anaris is kinda…

I wasn’t really expecting a literal bloodbath

BELOVED XENON 💕

Dragon Age lOVES a good haunted house mystery

So wait, going into the fade fade is just normal now?

Hezzenkoss is kinda kunty

Are we finally getting into the Last Flight stuff?

Isseya????????

Anyone notice how Ghil doesn’t have eyes???

Elgar Zaddyyyy

Final forbidden one down

These circles are related to the executors I just knowww it

Manfred was naughty :(

The way I feel about refusing death is the way a Christian might describe a sin

ISSEYA???????

Not Bellara writing friendfiction

Nice little family dinner that went about as well as any of my family gatherings tbh

The Harding storyline is. Hmm. “The dwarves lost everything and the elves have it all” Which is. A hell of a take. Given the fact that I have another quest where Venatori are about to sacrifice an entire Dalish clan for their blood. 

I have nothing specific to say here. I just liked Lucanis’ fade quest

Damas’ va is plays someone else in the series, I just can’t remember who

ITS ISSEYAAAAAAAAAA

Yk, I’m kinda getting the Neve love now

The bird shit on the roofs of Antiva is a nice touch

GILF WIN!

God I love the way Assan is animated

Bossy Neve at the venatori party is kinda….

I still don’t get why the Venatori are openly working with the Evanuris tho. It would be one thing if they all thought they were actually working with the Old Gods, but they just say Elgar’nan. Yeah, they’re powerful, but so is Tevinter supremacy and racism.

Also I brought Taash to the gathering bc it was funny, and no one said anything about it???

I do like how the Venatori fangirl over rook

This game Better not turn me into a Solas girlie

You Have Earned the Dread Wolf’s Respect

Well. There’s nothing really funny to say about the dragon king finale. Yeah. Yk I’ve had some complaints about the voice direction, but. Yeah.

Now. The Davrin choice is actually a tough one.

Also does Solas know what’s going on with Harding??? Bc tbh I don’t really know what’s going on with her.

DELIGHTFUL SON BOY MANFRED 💕

For a guy supposedly terrified of death, Emmrich has no problem rolling with the Veilguard

NO MANFREDDDDD

MANFRED HAS BECOME A REAL BOY!!!!!!

So my Rook has stated that she both is and isn’t Dalish at various points so….

Oh Em x Strife sounds cute

The Butcher is kinda..

Oh God he’s so hot.

Fuck. I want him so bad.

Bbg I was not paying attention to anything he was saying

Still would let him butcher this puss—

Support NonBinary wrongs today!

Have we just forgotten that qamek is like. Literally brain melting.

Is there any particular reason Ivenci is a mage btw? Antiva has circles.

The Solas convo with the inquisitor is so juicy bc I’m playing as my Lavellan’s daughter. It’s such a mom-coded convo to begin with but,

The Antivan decor is soooo cunty

I love how all the companions bother Hezzenkoss’ skull in the Lighthouse

Well. That can’t be good. Astronomically speaking.

Not me and Taash getting into a fight before the final battle. NOT ROOK CRYING :(((((

All the fucking blight boils on the Ghil fight JESUS

I mean yeah, that bald bitch was obviously up to something

But OUGH I’m so SICKKK. What if your mom’s ex tried to trap you in a prison of his own regret. Bc there was no other way. Even though he loves your mother. And you by proxy. I’m SICK.

Oh I realllly like what they did here

Varric Haters of the World REJOICE! (I can appreciate the emotional weight of the scene tho too I guess)