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himluv · 3 days ago

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Lost and Found, pt. 2

Chapter 52 of Say My Name (say it twice) is here. You should probably read part 1 of this if you haven't yet, but, well. Lucanis is done wasting time.

Read it below, or over on ao3. Enjoy!

They were real. They were here. They were alive. And Lucanis was done wasting time.

He kissed her, tremulous and desperate, and stood just enough to guide her back onto the chaise. Her hands gripped his shoulders, just as desperate, and pulled him down with her. Lucanis lay between her hips, their bodies pressed together, and not even for a moment did they break their kiss. She needed him, his weight and his taste, just as much as he needed her warmth and her smell.

And though they’d been here before, had done far more intimate things than simply lay together, kissing, Lucanis knew that this time was different. This time, there would be no stopping. Tomorrow they would face the remaining gods, the final threat to Thedas, and nothing was guaranteed.

He would not waste this time with her, now.

She deepened the kiss, her hand in his hair, and Lucanis moaned at the surge of heat up his spine. Mierda, he’d felt nothing for so long that it almost felt overwhelming to be with her like this now. Every sensation felt new. Amplified by the relief that kept jolting through him.

Embria was here. She was real. She was alive.

Spite’s wings unfurled, surrounding Lucanis and Embria, but the demon made no attempt to speak or to take control. He simply cradled them, sheltered them in an impenetrable space made of warm breath and gasped names and hands that roamed over each other as if to prove they were real.

Lucanis reached for Rook’s hair, unwound it from her usual bun. Some of the strands were still damp, but mierda she smelled so good, so much better than the echo of her pillow had been. He pulled gently, tilting her head back to trail kisses down her neck.

She gasped, her body writhing beneath him, her eyes squeezed shut.

“You’re here,” he whispered against her throat. “You’re really here.”

“Promise?” She breathed, as if afraid to break the spell of whatever cruel illusion this might be.

Lucanis looked down into her face, brushed her hair back behind one ear, and waited for her to look at him. When she did, those crystal grace eyes stared up at him, wide and a little afraid. “I swear,” he said and kissed her to prove it.

Rook moaned around his tongue, her hands fumbling with his lapel pins. He helped her, then dropped them onto the floor beside the chaise. If they broke, he’d just get new ones. He didn’t care, not now.

Then her fingers were on his waistcoat, the buttons much easier for her to undo. They sat up just enough for him to shrug out of the vest, heedless of where it landed, and then Lucanis pulled her shirt over her head and threw it away from them.

She lay back, and for a moment Lucanis just stared at her. At her bare skin, flushed from her throat down through the valley of her breasts. Skin he had thought never to touch again. His eyes welled up once more, but he chased the tears back by focusing his attention on her chest.

Embria rolled beneath him as his mouth closed over one nipple, his hand in her hair to pull her into a delicious arch against his body. Even as she panted, her hands were on his chest, fighting with the buttons.

“Shirt,” she growled.

He hummed against her breast, smiled when she shuddered, then sat up to do as she asked. She followed him, her hands hurrying under the fabric to feel his skin before he’d even finished unbuttoning it. Then she pushed it off his shoulders, down his arms, and pressed her mouth to his collarbone.

Lucanis hissed, his head fell back, and he panted up at the ceiling. Then his shirt was gone, thrown somewhere to join her shirt and his waistcoat. When she pulled him back down to lay on top of her, she hummed her pleasure at the press of his erection against her heat.

Maker, this felt so good. It always did, the pressure, the friction, the warmth. But this time was so much more than that. It wasn’t just good. It was right. For the first time since he and Rook had become physically intimate, Lucanis didn’t feel nervous.

He knew what he wanted. And he wasn’t afraid to let himself have it anymore.

Lucanis ran his fingers along the waist of her leggings, and before he could even ask, Embria nodded.

“Tell me,” he murmured.

She licked her lips. “Yes, please.”

Lucanis growled, then pulled her leggings down over her hips. She lifted them to help, kicked away the fabric, and then her hands were on his belt.

“Yes,” he said. “Maker, yes.”

She unbuckled it and pulled it so quickly that Lucanis grunted. Her eyes flicked up to his, checking in, but she was met only with hunger. He’d liked that little display of forcefulness, much more than he would have expected. He liked being wanted.

Then her hands were on the button of his slacks, her eyebrow raised.

“Yes,” he said.

Embria made quick work of his pants, shoving them down his thighs, and then they both laughed as they realized he still had his boots on.

“Mierda,” he cursed as he stood. He kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants faster than he ever had in his life. Rook watched him, her face flushed and fire in her eyes. Then she pulled him back down until they were pressed against one another again.

For a long while, they only kissed. Hot, desperate, feverish kisses, with roaming hands determined to feel every inch of exposed skin. Then they rocked against each other, moving slowly, experimenting with so little fabric between their bodies. Heat pulsed and thumped a torturous rhythm between his legs, and Lucanis knew he needed her. Now.

“Embria.” His lips brushed against hers as he breathed her name. “I want you.”

She shivered beneath him, and though her body blushed crimson and her voice was rough with desire, her eyes were clear. Clear and so serious. “Are you sure?”

He looked down at her, ran his hand through her hair, and smiled. “Yes.”

Embria smiled up at him, and Lucanis thought he had never seen anything so bright, so beautiful in all his life.

Then she reached for his shorts.

There was no hesitation, no anxiety. Her hands were on his stomach, hips, thighs. She was warm, her fingers blazing a trail down his skin, until he was bare before her. Then he pulled her shorts down her legs and finally, in the pale blue glow of the aquarium, Lucanis saw all of her.

He ran steady fingers across her belly, down to that spot she’d shown him all those weeks ago. She gasped as his fingers found her most sensitive places, and he moaned at how wet she was already.

“Mierda, Rook,” he groaned.

She bit her lip and rolled her hips against his hand. He watched her, watched his hand move on her body and his blood thrummed at the sight. He bent to kiss her chest, her ribcage, her hips. And as he drew closer to his hand, he could smell her desire �� it set him on fire from the inside out.

He withdrew his hand, and she mewled at the loss, her hips shuddering. But then he pressed himself to her, felt the heat and wet of her against his length and they both gasped.

Lucanis looked down at her, his gaze surely full of awe and just a little uncertainty. He’d read plenty of books – he knew what he was supposed to do. But, reading a fictional description of the act and actually doing it were very different things.

“I have you,” she breathed. She reached down, her fingers guiding him to where he needed to be. Her other hand was on his low back, reassuring and warm. “Slow,” she said.

He nodded at her reminder, knew that it had been a long time for her, and then carefully thrust his hips into hers.

Lucanis had thought of this moment many times over the past few months. Had imagined it and dreamt of it. Had known to expect heat and wet and pressure. Had known it would feel good.

And despite all of that, nothing could have prepared him for how it felt to finally experience this with the person he loved. It was all that he had expected, but also so, so much more.

It was overwhelming, in the best possible way. The physical sensations, yes, but also the emotional ones, too. She was here and she was real and she was so alive beneath him. All he could smell was her hair and her skin and her desire. She was soft under his hands, her heat exquisite around him, and as he looked down at her face Lucanis thought his heart might burst.

For a long moment, they didn’t move. Lucanis propped himself on his elbows above Rook, their hips flush together, and he just breathed. Even Embria seemed to need a moment to adjust, to get accustomed to the feel of him pressed deep inside her. She was breathing hard, her eyes closed and her lips parted.

Then he moved, gently. Slowly and only a little. An experiment that made them both moan and shudder. Lucanis dropped his forehead to hers as he found a slow and tentative rhythm. They shared breath and a few gentle kisses. But mostly she clung to his back and shoulders as he rocked into her, the heat and tension building steadily in his body.

This could not last long.

“Embria,” he panted. He was burning up, his blood roaring through him. He was losing control, his thrusts faster and erratic as he neared his release. “I – mierda, I can’t–”

“I know,” she said. One of her hands was at the back of his head, her fingers curled in his hair. The other was still on his low back, guiding his hips in the right rhythm. “Let go, Lucanis,” she said. “Come for me.”

That was all it took.

Everything seized, his eyes closed tight as he groaned and his body flashed with heat and electricity. His hips stuttered through his climax, and Embria moaned and licked her lips as she watched him. She moved her hips beneath him, making him gasp. He was so sensitive, but Maker it still felt so fucking good.

And apparently it had been just the thing she needed. He watched as she arched beneath him, her body fluttering around him as her fingers dug into his scalp and his hip, dragging him down against her, filling her up as much as he could in the aftermath.

Mierda, she looked magnificent.

It took several moments for them to separate, and when they did, they both groaned at the loss. They lay panting, tangled up on the too-small chaise, sweat making their skin clingy. As if even their bodies were reluctant to part. Rook ran her fingers through his hair while he traced idle patterns around her her navel.

It took a while, but finally she spoke. “The aquarium doesn’t bother you?”

He stilled, but only for a heartbeat. “Not anymore,” he said. “Spite and I… spent a lot of time here.” he shrugged.

Her chest shuddered beneath his ear as she inhaled. “Lucanis, I’m so so–”

“No,” he said and gripped her tight. “It wasn’t your fault, Embria.”

“I know, but–”

“No.” He craned his head to look up at her. “You’re here, now,” he said. “That’s all that matters.”

She watched him for a long moment, then nodded. So, he settled back down, his body melding to hers like it had always known her shape. Like it was finally home.

It didn’t take long for him to doze. There’d been so little sleep these past weeks, so little peace within his own mind, that the stillness he felt now was undeniable.

“Are you falling asleep?” She asked, the lilt of a smirk in her voice.

Lucanis blinked, his eyelids heavy. “No,” he said, petulant. “I never sleep.”

She snorted. “It’s all right, you know,” she said. “Spite and I can play cards, or something.”

He propped up onto one elbow to give her a teasing glare. “Don’t say that. I haven’t taught him Wicked Grace, yet.”

She smiled, a little amused and so, so fond. Lucanis had to look away.

“I’m not afraid of him,” he said. “I just… don’t want to waste time, now that you’re here.”

She rolled her eyes. “You still have to sleep, sometimes!”

He smirked at her. “With you here,” he said, letting his eyes rove over her body, still deliciously bare beside him. “Like this?” He gave her his most salacious smile. “I think I’d rather stay awake.”

Embria’s eyes glinted with humor. “Just us, all night long?” She shook her head. “How ever will we pass the time?”

Lucanis considered it, and while he absolutely would go again if that’s what she wanted, when he thought of how he truly wished to spend the remainder of the night – possibly their last night together – he knew what he really wanted.

He looked at her, and all pretense fled from his face. There was only the truth, stark and vulnerable. “Will you talk to me?” He asked. “Your voice is a comfort.”

Embria watched him, her eyes shining in the glow of the aquarium. She ran a shaky fingertip along his brow, down his nose and under one eye, then traced his lips. As if she were memorizing his face, or perhaps comparing it to the one she’d been shown in the Fade. Reassuring herself that he was alive. Then she smiled.

“I’ll tell you the story the reckless hero, and how she stole the heart of a hapless rogue.”

Lucanis smiled up at her. “My favorite,” he said. Then he lay back down, his ear to her heart, and listened to her tell their story until he fell asleep.

Sniiiiiiiiifffffffff. Smells like berries and fire. Like coffee and salt. Like sexxxxx.

Determination and. Benevolence. Together again. Smells like. HOME.

Rook speaks. Tells Lucanis. Without. Saying.

We know. and we are. Warm.

Rook is. Soft. Lucanis sleeps.

And Spite purrrrrrssssss.

Rook is back. Rook is ours.

We. Protect. OUR Rook.

Alwaysssssssss.

#lucanis dellamorte #rookanis #lucanis x rook #rook x lucanis #spite dellamorte #embria aldwir #dragon age #fanfic #longfic #himluv's writing tag #fic: say my name (say it twice)#there are only two chapters left and i am having Feelings™#i've been writing this fic since november #*sobs*

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maythedreadwolftakeyou · 1 day ago

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and like i think it says SOOOO Much about Lucanis and Spite through all this that while they are combatative and yes at times even cruel to each other. they very solidly will not cross the line of hurting each other permanently. from what we know of what went down in the Ossuary, it is ALWAYS within Spite's power to give up and fully take over/"emerge" from Lucanis, "like a moth from a cocoon" the way the other demons did. But even when he lashes out and throes his tantrums he stops before this point, even when he thinks Lucanis is going back on their deal. He pulls Rook into Lucanis' mind to try to save both of them rather than letting Lucanis languish or take the reins fully. And Lucanis is unwilling to let the others try to kill Spite in the Fade even if it might free him (and also might kill him)--and even if he's hardened he is determined that they be separated only, not that Spite be eliminated. They pay their debts to each other, even when at each others throats because this is NOT what they wanted for their individual existences.

And even! then! if Lucanis is hardened--the care he expresses for Spite is so heartbreaking. He worries that he'd miss Spite. He worries that Spite would be adrift without him & the team. "He'd be alone" is how he phrases it to Rook, and Lucanis knows so much about feeling alone and isolated. And if not hardened, I do think that is something they both eventually learn to take comfort in, even if they must at the same time mourn the loss of their privacy and individuality.

And not to make everything about Rookanis (<- says the blogger who cant stop thinking about Rookanis) but this is part of why I really do prefer interpreting the pantry scene to be a moment of intense anxiety over Lucanis seizing some more autonomy over his life (even though he clearly yearns for it), because a good chunk of that fear undoubtedly comes from how different he's become from his old self--it's part of the path to accepting who he now is, vs who he used to be and can never return to. And he's still learning to deal with losing the way he thought his life would go, and what it means to be bound to an entire other being who will be witness and participant in the rest of it.

the thing about Lucanis and Spite is like. neither of them actually wanted to be there. and that is both how they were able to survive the melding and why they resent each other so much. Lucanis' banter about the Ossuary where he says to survive it he "Shut down completely. Think nothing. Feel nothing. Except what you need to escape." And when asked what's left he says "If you're lucky? Revenge. And bad dreams." like. he always had this core of his own personal spite down in him (not doing crow jobs the easy way, ignoring Caterina's summons, not embracing his future as a potential first talon, to "live truly is to live fully" but he HASN'T been allowed to and resents it, etc etc etc) but in the Ossuary he really hollows himself out into the perfect vessel, empties himself of everything but wanting to survive anyway. and "no one was in the Ossuary by choice, not even the demons" so of course he and Spite can agree on this One Thing. they make their deal that they're gonna make it through just because everyone else there is waiting for them to die, and of course they're not gonna just give them what they want. even if they're fighting each other the whole time (hence Lucanis being used to Spite 'hitting' him etc when he doesn't get what he wants), they still have this united purpose Every Day about getting through it. like it's utterly crucial that for both to survive at all the demon had to be something that wanted to defy what the venatori wanted from it.

and this is also why their relationship falls apart once they do escape, because without something else present to rail against every day, they have to turn on each other. and of course it is actually an absolutely miserable situation for both of them to be in--Lucanis is living the nightmare of his body being puppetted around without his consent, just like the blood magic he already had to endure under Zara, and can't ever be alone again even in his own mind. Spite is trapped in a world that no longer responds to his shaping, lacks the autonomy of a truly possessed host body, and can barely comprehend the new laws that govern the place he's in.

for both of them it's such an intense violation of being, and one I wish got more emphasis/recognition. it's really easy to make jokes about how Lucanis could be better at sharing/compromise with Spite more (like I make them too myself, it's easy) but really just... man. this isn't like with Anders & Justice, who agreed to their situation, or Wynne where Faith is content to be mostly a silent passenger and did it to save her life. Lucanis and Spite are suffering the most complete form of intimacy under the worst circumstances, and neither actually wanted it. which makes it honestly impressive at all that (unhardened) Lucanis & Spite are able to reach an accord at all by the end. like i'm glad that they did--and have SO many thoughts (& fanfic WIPs lol) exploring just how they managed to get there--but boy was it hard won, if you actually look deeper into it than the game has room to explore.

#i have my watsonian hat pulled so far down on my head its covering my eyes btw. im not making eye contact with the dav script anymore #be free my obsessive thoughts. you need not constrained by canon #spite #spite dellamorte #lucanis #lucanis dellamorte #lucanis & spite #rookanis #rook x lucanis #dragon age #dragon age: veilguard #datv spoilers #da4 spoilers #dragon age: the veilguard #jade plays dav #ramblings #lucanisposting #YET AGAIN.......#OKAY IM GONNA GO PACK NOW FOR REAL AAAAAAAAAAA

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woundedsoul12 · 22 hours ago

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Look been tagged in several games. I'm out on vacation and having a good time so not going to play necessarily but you all have inspired me to write a little morning blurb. So thank you to @transmasc-tabris @vorchagirl @sageadvice and @weaveandwood

Have some more Varric x Trevelyan and Rookanis mixed with maybe a little Davrook? Idk I'm building a whole world over here on Tumblr for the AU where Varric doesn't die

“I just- don't know how he feels about me, Varric.”

Rook doesn't have to say exactly who he's referring to. The dwarf has done this enough times to know what's happening in the quiet moments passed in the kitchen. Though, he's also aware another is trying to throw his hat in the ring. And while Varric is never one to tell another how to live his life, the Warden would definitely be the easier choice.

“Oh come on, kid. You know Wings has been through a lot.” He shrugs as he continues to oil Bianca. The steady rhythm keeping him from betraying any thoughts to his protege.

“Yeah but… I don't know Varric. I don't want to pursue a man that doesn't want to be pursued. Especially when there are other-” he stops short there. Not finishing his sentence though Varric sees the way he runs a hand through his hair and stares off. Thinking about a muscular elf with big brown eyes even if he doesn't say it aloud.

“Look kid,” Varric says as he sets Bianca aside. “Did I ever tell you how I got the Inquisitor to fall in love with me?” The old dwarf cocks his eyebrow as Rook rolls his eyes.

“Only a hundred times,” he groans as Varric chuckles.

“But did I tell you I wasn't the only one interested in her? Honestly it wasn't until I caught Curly and her almost kissing that I got off my lazy tail and did something about how I felt.” Rook's eyes go wide at that admission. He had never told anyone of how he stole his Sparrow from the Commander. But this seemed like the right time to let his secret out. “Hell, I had to watch Hawke go through something similar with Broody and Blondie. All I'm saying is, maybe take the Warden up on his offer.”

Rook rubs his chin for a moment. Considering the dwarf's words as he leans back in his chair. “I don't know. Seems kind of wrong. Especially to Davrin.”

Varric leans over and pats him on the knee. A reassurance as his eyes twinkle with mischief. “Eh, not if you keep an open mind. You might find something you weren't expecting if you really give that Warden a chance.”

Rook nods slowly but says no more. Varric not bothering to tell him that his Inquisitor was initially only interested in Cullen. Or that Hawke was initially only interested in Fenris. He could figure that out on his own. And maybe, find a similar ending to theirs.

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vaguely-concerned · 2 days ago

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listen I just... this path of harding's loyalty mission with this specific party. the disrupted self squad. the trauma has made me a stranger to myself Have You Seen Me I can't find my way back union. team fractured reality and I'm piecing it and myself back together as best I can (will you keep me company in the meantime?). the echoes and the implications. as above so below, as in you so in me, large cosmic scale to painfully small personal psychological scale. pain from the distant past still alive and snarling to be known in the now, and pain right now and ongoing but forgotten and unseen, supressed by means natural and unnatural (what's a little blood magic to help denial and dissociation along between frenemies huh solas). the extra meaning 'spite' takes on as a phrasing here (because it's all IN THERE this is all in the big text of the game!!! the themes echo back on themselves everywhere you listen for them!!!!). rook who once more doesn't even know that they don't KNOW they're also speaking to themselves as well as harding in this scene, to their own broken self and mind partially mirrored in someone they love (broken by the same perpetrator, even, in this case!!!!!!!!! hello solas once more), harding who doesn't quite know she's also speaking to them as well as to herself, to the dwarves, the titans, the world; everything and everyone that has ever been hurt, but whose stubborn kindness still has room for it all. (even for solas. hello again. we cannot escape you it seems mr dread wolf it's almost like you and your plethora of fuckery are thematically central or something (grudgingly affectionate).) even without perfect understanding of the full picture, the simple intention to be kind matters.

(forgive me for my sentimental nature and everpresent rookanis bias for a moment but ALSO lucanis looking over at rook Like That in this context, while those words are being spoken!!! spite's role in urging him towards escaping, living, thriving, instead of merely numbly surviving, and how it ties in with harding's revelation and decision here. and rook who opens doors and stays to walk through them with you, at the end being found and helped through a door of their own, and lucanis himself being one of the people to do that. do you. do you get me. I feel strange and wild.)

most of all harding just. saying the whole thing. summing the whole game up. 'we're different, but we're not gone. we will thrive -- in spite of you'. I was RIGHT about it all the way back in november actually and I should say it!!!!! the game is saying this on purpose. 'and then... everyone was there. and that's when I knew we'd be okay. that I'd... that I'd be okay'. my friend lace harding might be the only person who really gets it huh. and what a legacy for varric to leave behind in the narrative (and what a common da2 W, the little team that couldn't does it again better than anyone's ever done it by doing it the worst anyone's ever done it, hawke can't stop winning by always losing). no salvation but each other but my god that is plenty. my god. that is enough. once more

my head is in my hands I love this game desperately, it rewards really sitting with and taking in the themes so much. i'm so sorry for dropping a bunch of my own metas in there like that but I'm finding it so hard to say what I need to say all in one go, it's just -- it's so big! it's so much! I have so many thoughts to express about my unified theory of veilguard and only my poor battered neurons to do it with, please look upon me with clemency and, perhaps, forbearance. and it's so interesting that you can bring another companion along with rook and harding in this scene and have it mean just as much with slightly different nuances, have it resonate just as much with the overall meaning the game is trying to get across, because they're truly all tied in with each other that way; they're all part of a larger truth. you think it's one theme after another but the damn things overlap etc.

#dragon age #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard spoilers #dragon age spoilers #lace harding #oc: Ellaryen Ingellvar #lucanis dellamorte #rook x lucanis #rookanis #dragon age meta #meta #long post #it is. *unbearable* that she'll be gone by the time the game is over. I don't know what to do with myself #she'll be gone and rye is going to do something she wouldn't even want. not in her name exactly but not NOT in her name either #her kindness enduring even after death is the only thing along with lucanis' voice on the other side that lets rye escape the regret prison #hello. hello. hello. help. eternal suffering #my wip is partially about lucanis and rye talking about her b/c it's so sad to me that lucanis doesn't really talk about her dying #I mean I can 100% believe that he *wouldn't* talk about her for a while because of who he is as a person and what his trauma responses are #but that's more headcanon and I'd like their friendship as seen in the coffee scene to get a bit more acknowledgement there #oh well in gamedev you have to pick your battles and you can FEEL how many battles were fought in this game already haha

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cherrypikkins · 1 day ago

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Seiren x Lucanis: Lighthouse Conversations

(Pantry)

Seiren: Want me to do something about the ambient temperature? Maybe some wind magicks to improve the air flow?

Lucanis: Oh. Yes, good idea. The added ventilation would help keep our food supplies fresh.

Seiren: Hm, I suppose. But I was also thinking it would make things more comfortable for you here.

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Seiren: If nothing else, at least the snacks are well guarded.

Lucanis: I knew you all hired me for a reason.

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Lucanis: Mierda. Was I sleepwalking again?

Seiren: Yeah. But don't worry, you didn't wander far! And I stayed right beside you the whole time.

Lucanis: You did? How did you deal with Spite?

Seiren: Oh, I let him meander to his heart's content for a while. Just a short jaunt through the Crossroads. Then I told him we had to go home. He didn't like that, but he came around in the end.

Lucanis: He came back willingly. Of his own accord. Without a fuss.

Seiren: Yeah. Walked right back into the kitchen and everything. I made sure nothing happened to you in the meantime. Figured it was better than yelling in your ear and scaring you awake.

Lucanis: I can't even imagine what it took to convince him.

Seiren: Not a whole lot, actually. I asked him where he'd like to go next time for our walk together. He mentioned wanting to visit the Rivain Coast.

Lucanis: … Spite wants to go to the beach?

(more under the cut - contains spoilers!)

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Seiren: So… Illario finished off Zara. And Spite got angry.

Lucanis: Yes.

Seiren: Do you... want to talk about it?

Lucanis: No.

Seiren: Alright then.

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(Seiren's Room)

Lucanis: Seiren. The next time you see Davrin, could you perhaps… request a wyvern miniature?

Seiren: Huh? Yeah. Sure. But why not just ask him yourself?

Lucanis: You two seem to be good friends. You get along with him.

Seiren: You could be friends with him too, Lucanis.

Lucanis: That… might take some work.

Seiren: Yeah, but so is anything worth doing.

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Lucanis: Seiren… About Weisshaupt, I-

Seiren: Lucanis. Stop. Please.

Seiren: Let's… let's not right now, okay?

Lucanis: As you wish.

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Spite: Spinning. Why. Does it keep spinning?

Seiren: Leave Biscotti alone, you two.

Lucanis: You named your hamster Biscotti?

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Lucanis: Is that is a Serault Crystal Chess Set?

Seiren: Isn't it gorgeous? I found it in a second-hand shop in Docktown and I just had to snatch it up!

Lucanis: Second-hand? You can hardly tell with the condition it's in. Perhaps the original owner merely used it as decoration, and had little interest in the game itself.

Seiren: Or maybe they had no one to play with? What a shame that would be.

Seiren: Which is why you'll play a game or two with me, won't you? Can't let all this pretty glass sit around and collect dust after all.

Lucanis: Haha, you make a fair point. I warn you, I may be a little rusty…

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Neve: We're either looking at two of the worst players in all of Thedas, or neither of them want to finish the game.

Bellara: You can tell just by looking at the board?

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(Bellara's Workshop)

Lucanis: I just don't know what to do. How to show that I appreciate her, you know?

Bellara: She likes your cooking.

Lucanis: She likes Harding's cooking.

Bellara: That…that is true.

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(Kitchen Area)

Lucanis: I could help with the dishes you know.

Seiren: With all the cooking and grocery shopping you already do for us? Not on your life.

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Seiren: Woah. Why does this bar of soap have a bite mark on it?

Lucanis: Ask Spite…

Spite: That. Was not. Cheese.

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Lucanis: So let me see if I understand correctly. These alchemical solutions you cooked up, while perfectly safe to use as cleaning aids, will create a deadly poison when mixed together?

Seiren: Yes. That's correct. So please be careful with them, alright?

Lucanis: … Exactly how lethal are we talking?

Seiren: This conversation just took a terrifying turn.

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(Neve's Office)

Seiren: Lucanis! You're here too? What's with the pie?

Lucanis: For Neve. What's with the flowers?

Seiren: …For Neve.

Lucanis: Ah. Right. Unfortunately for us, our intrepid detective is nowhere to be found.

Seiren: And here we are, crowding up her pretty office. Should we just… leave it on the desk for her to find?

Lucanis: Yes. Good idea.

Seiren: You don't think the flowers are too much, are you?