#Room x Taash

[multi-fandom-hoebag]

Reflection (Taash x F! Rook)

Summary: Taash struggles with how to tell Rook exactly what she means to them. (Please tell me if I accidentally misgendered somewhere. All the “she” should only refer to Rook)

“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” ― Charles Bukowski,

Taash had never been good at expressing their emotions. They had always been a firm believer that intense emotional attachments of any sort were a burden and a weakness. In short, they were nothing more than a distraction from other more important things.

But that was before they had met Rook, the one person in the world who had shown that Taash was capable of feeling much more than anger and indifference. She had awakened a part of Taash that had remained dormant for most of their life, and while the feeling was certainly scary, Taash was learning to embrace it rather than try to run from it.

Yet as much as they cared for Rook, they still could not get over their own inadequacies when it came to expressing that affection. They knew that Rook was “the one” for them, as disgustingly cliche as that line was. They knew that they were meant to be together, and Taash would fight any God foolish enough try to keep them apart.

They were willing to die for their relationship, but for the life of them they couldn’t bring themself to actually say that. They found it utterly ridiculous that they were more afraid of words than their own death.

They stared at their reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying desperately to understand why it was so difficult for them to vocalize exactly what Rook meant to them. They considered themselves to be a highly capable person, but they still could not tell the girl of their dreams that she was the love of their life.

They ran their hand angrily over their face, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. The hour was late and Rook was sleeping soundly in the next room, blissfully unaware of Taash’s own internal struggle.

Taash chewed their lip thoughtfully as they weighed their options. They knew Rook would not appreciate being woken up at such a terrible hour, but on the other hand Rook had told Taash that they should try to be more open with her once in a while. It had not been to pressure them, only to let Taash know that they were not alone in the world anymore.

Taash knew they could go back to bed and put it off until the morning, but they also knew that there was a strong possibility that if they let it go then they would lose their nerve and let the matter drop entirely.

The decision was made before Taash fully realized it. They took a steadying breath and stepped into the bedroom, crossing the small room to the sleeping form of Rook curled up in the blankets. It was a good thing that Taash rarely got cold at night as Rook had proven to be quit the blanket hog.

Taash hesitated for only a moment before gently reaching out, placing their hand gingerly on Rook’s shoulder.

“Hey,” they said softly, gently shaking her awake. “Wake up, I need to talk to you.”

Rook’s eyes opened slightly, glaring at Taash with a mixture of confusion and more than a little annoyance.

“Unh?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? No!” Taash said, slightly horrified.

“Then can it wait?!”

“No, I need to say this now.”

Rook huffed, but rolled onto her back, fixing her attention on Taash expectantly.

Taash took a deep breath, trying to find the words that would adequately express everything they felt for Rook.

“I know I’m not the most affectionate person, and I know I don’t tell you that I care about you as often as I should. But I don’t want you to think that I don’t care, or whatever, because I do; I care a lot. It’s just I was never...I don’t know how to..”

Their voice trailed off as they struggled to find the words their heart so desperately wanted to say, but they didn’t seem to exist.

Sensing their frustration, Rook sat up, gently pressing her fingers to Taash’s lips in an effort to silence them.

“Taash, what’s my favorite color?”

They gently removed Rook’s fingers so she could answer the unexpected question. “Purple, but that’s not-”

“When I’m sad, what flower do you bring me to cheer me up?”

“Crystal Grace. Can you-”

“And when I’m sick?” Rook continued, unwilling to let Taash voice their concerns.

“Dawn lotus, ” Taash responded, still unable to comprehend where this conversation was going.

“What’s the one thing in the world that can make me cry?”

“Sunsets,” Taash responded without hesitation.

“And when I’m having a bad day, and feel like I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, what do you do to calm me down?”

“Stroke your hair.”

“And?”

Taash sighed, feeling their cheeks flush slightly. “And sing your favorite song to you,” they mumbled.

Rook’s eyes sparkled as a triumphant smile spread across her face. “See? Only someone who loves me would be able to answer all of those questions. You may not be the most vocal person when it comes to affection, but you show me in other ways every single day.”

Taash smiled sheepishly, pressing a gentle kiss to Rook’s forehead. “How do you always know the right things to say?”

“It’s a gift. Now, if you really do love me then there’s one other thing you can do for me.”

“What?”

“Let me go back to sleep!”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A Lucanis x reader where the reader gets severally injured by one of the false gods, which leads to an angry and worried mess of a man half bent of revenge and worry for the reader on surviving the night { she does! }

A/n: best boy 🥹

Lucanis felt sick as he held you close, you've lost so much blood, everything happened so fast. You had taken a blow meant for Harding and while they might have been able to take one of the false god's down none of that mattered to him. Not when he had the prospect of losing you.

Taash had taken you from him long ago, the Quin and Harding along with Bellara tending to your wounds.

His hands were still covered in your blood, his clothes covered in your blood. Everything was screaming at him to go out and slaughter the other god, for harming you.

Spite screaming at him to do something, to stop being such a coward.

You were hurt! How could he allow you to get hurt?!

What if he lost you? What would he do? He finally found love, finally found someone that understood him!

This was his fault, he should have been faster, stronger and now you were fighting for your life because he was not good enough. Gritting his teeth he slammed his fist against the wall.

"You should change?" Neve's voice broke his messy thoughts. "I highly doubt they wish to see you covered in their blood."

"She's awake!" Lucanis jumped to his feet, heart pounding in his chest.

"Change then go see her." Neve gave him a nod then turned her body away as she left his room.

The world was spinning, your mind still clouded. You weren't quite sure what happened but you did know you nearly died as Harding did her best to stay strong in front of you.

Bellara healed you, the best she could anyways but it was good enough.

"Mi amor!" Lucanis breathed a sigh of relief as he rushed to your side. His hand grasping yours as he brought it his lips. His eyes were bloodshot, hair a mess, clothes wrinkled but he didn't care as long as you were okay. "I thought I lost you." His voice was weak as he held your hand.

Fighting back a wince, you forced a smile as you placed your free hand on his cheek. "Not even a god could keep me from you."

Brushing a stray tear from his cheek, Lucanis rested his head against yours. "I will protect you, nothing will keep you from me." He whispered.

[merry-kuroo]

Rook's Birthday - A Lucanis x Rook Birthday Fic

Hello everyone :)

Today is my birthday and I decided to gift myself a Rookanis fic :)

Characters will probably be OOC and if any of the Dragon Age lore is wrong...I apologize. I just got into Dragon Age in June so I still get information mixed up.

Okay I hope you all enjoy <3

Thank you @thebookworm0001 and @tkwritesdumbassassins for the support

Warnings? Uhhh may be some grammatical errors or weird sentences since I didn't get to spend time editing this like I wanted. Maybe some spoilers?? No Spite...sorry y'all :( He'll be included in my future Rookanis fics.

Words: 3,576

Lucanis Dellamorte had experience wrapping presents. Vials that released poison once the box was opened, making the target suffer a slow and painful death was a assassination method for the Antivan Crows. It wasn't his favorite or preferred method, but it got the job done in certain situations. During one job, he watched Illario wrap a box to look like a present, but it was empty except for an ominous note warning of the target's impending death –a flare for the dramatic that was Illario’s idea. The wrapping looked like shit, so Lucanis tore the wrapping paper off and redid it. 

This present was different. 

Lucanis couldn't make a decision about the wrapping paper color, the size of the bow, and whether he should add curling ribbon. The other members of the Veilguard–Harding, Neve, Bellara, Emmerich, and Taash–were in the library wrapping their birthday gifts for Rook. He occasionally heard some laughter from the room. Lucanis decided to wrap Rook’s presents in his room.   

Lucanis opened up the slate gray jewelry box and stared at the large, silver hoop earrings lying within. When he and Rook went shopping at a night market in Rivain a couple of weeks prior to her birthday, she had stopped at a jewelry stand and marveled at the earring's simplistic yet elegant hoop design. They were shaped like ovals.  Lucanis was sure she would buy them–she touched her empty ear lobes as the vendor tried to goad her into buying them. Being a member of the Lord of Fortunes, Rook had a penchant for jewelry and anything that looked shiny and valuable. She always wore earrings, bracelets, necklaces, and anklets. 

She considered the earrings for another moment or two then declined and hurried away from the vendor. On the way back to the eluvian that would take them back to the Crossroads, then the Lighthouse, she hardly spoke. Lucanis knew she was upset, but he didn't think they were close enough for him to ask her why she was upset. 

When they were back in the Lighthouse, she admitted to him that the earrings were the same kind her mother wore and that had brought up a homesickness for her village, her family, and friends she grew up with. Later on that evening, when Rook was distracted by teaching  Manfred a complicated card, Lucanis used the eluvian to go back to Rivain and buy the earrings from the night market vendor. 

“I’m glad you’re buying something for your wife. Sometimes it's nice for a husband to buy his wife something pretty,” The vendor said as he placed the earrings in a box. “Do you want me to wrap this for you?”

“She isn’t my wife,” Lucanis said, much harsher than he intended. The vendor swallowed and gave Lucanis the box before he attended to the next customer. 

That’s right. Rook–Ava– was his companion. She led the Veilguard and he owed her a debt for breaking him out of the Ossuary. She was also helping him find Zara Renata. She was a good person and a good leader–something that Lucanis was happy to see her keep balanced despite all the hardships they’ve faced for the last few months. It was exactly for that reason why his eyes lingered on her a little longer when she was done speaking, and why a burst of joy sparked in him when she praised his cooking and demanded seconds. It felt like a balancing act. He felt like he’d known Rook all his life and yet he didn’t know anything about her. 

It was Bellara who announced that Rook’s birthday was coming up and that they should do something for her. Hence why he was obsessing over wrapping paper and ribbons and bows of all things. Maker, spare him…

At least Rook wasn’t here. Davrin had volunteered to distract her and take her away from the Lighthouse so everyone could wrap their gifts. After Lucanis was done wrapping the gifts, he’d have to start making a cake, but he’d only do that after Rook went to bed. If she came back from her excursion with Davrin and caught him baking a cake, she would insist on staying in the kitchen as “the chef’s taste tester”. 

Lucanis finally settled on purple wrapping paper and a green bow and ribbon. Rook had mentioned to him once that purple and green were her favorite colors, which is something he didn’t expect because she always wore blues, reds, and yellows–the typical colors of the Lords of Fortune. 

Night fell and Davrin and Rook came back. She announced that she was going to bed early and bid everyone goodnight. Everyone else had finished wrapping their presents before she came back and placed the presents in their rooms. Lucanis began baking a vanilla cake with a cinnamon sugar filling and icing. He used the icing pipe to draw a Rook on the cake. Once it was done, he put it in an ice box. Lucanis’s eyes found themselves looking at Rook’s present again. A pair of earrings didn’t feel like enough. What the vendor at the market said bothered him. Something pretty…the earrings were simple, but pretty. Rook loved jewelry, she made that very clear with the way she wore different necklaces and bracelets everyday and the studs and dangling earrings that started in her earlobe and traveled up her ear. 

Wait. Didn’t she like…

 Lucanis went to his trunk and pulled out a silver dagger. One day when he was cleaning his daggers, Rook had wandered into the pantry for a snack and she saw him. She didn’t say anything as she sat on the floor with him and watched him meticulously clean each dagger. Rook touched one that had a dark blue gemstone embedded in the center of the hilt. She ran her fingers over the gem, smiled, and said, “This is beautiful.” 

Rook never used daggers in combat, but  she was proficient in using a sword and shield. Maybe giving her a dagger so she could have another weapon on hand wasn’t a bad idea. Lucanis placed the dagger back in the sheath and placed a bow on it. He grabbed the earrings and dagger and headed towards Rook’s room. 

Once he arrived, he lingered at her door. It was past midnight meaning he could wish her a happy birthday now. The plan was for everyone to give their gifts to her tomorrow morning. He didn’t want to give his gifts in front of other people. Lucanis rarely felt embarrassed, but Rook brought these feelings to the surface. He sighed and placed the presents in front of her door. She’d see them first thing in the morning. He didn’t place a namecard with his signature on the presents, but he hoped that she would know it was from him.

Lucanis turned away and headed back to his room, hoping to get a few hours of sleep before Rook’s birthday celebration began. 

—------

Ava was still awake in her room. She twirled a pen around her fingers and stared at the strip of paper she had torn off her journal. 

When she was a child, her parents would have her write down her birthday wish on a piece of paper then she'd place it under her pillow. Her mother said her wish would come true if she slept on it. It was a silly thing she did as a child and she hadn't done it in years. But this year had been a lot–the elven gods broke free of the Veil, she was leading a group of people from different factions to fight these beings, and her mother was sick. Her mother was sick but Ava couldn't afford to take care of her because of all the aforementioned reasons. 

Ava sighed. She was thankful for the Crossroads and the eluvian that took her to Rivain and teleported her close to where she grew up. Because she did check up on her family when time allowed, maybe she could be a bit selfish with her birthday wish tonight. 

Ava wrote her wish down on the slip of paper and placed it under her pillow. She was going to be thirty years old tomorrow. Her 29th year in this world had brought hardships, but it also blessed her with incredible companions. 

Her thirtieth year may be even more tumultuous but she was confident it'd be okay as long as she had the Veilguard with her. 

—-----

Taash volunteered to get Rook from her room when everyone arrived in the dining room with their presents. Everyone sat at the dining room table, leaving the spot at the head of the table available for Rook. Lucanis sat at the far end of the table. Neve took a seat across from Lucanis and Davrin sat to his right. Lucanis started bouncing his leg.

Neve looked under the table, then looked back up at Lucanis and smirked. Lucanis’s leg stopped moving. “Nervous?”

“No.”

She chuckled. “If you say so.”

Before Lucanis could ask her what she knew, a blindfolded Rook walked into the dining room. She was holding Taash’s hand and frowning. 

“Taash! Seriously, where are we going?” Rook whined. 

“Okay, take your blindfold off,” Taash said. 

Rook pulled it down and everyone said, “Happy birthday, Rook!”

She gasped, then began laughing. Her dark brown eyes shined with amusement. “Thank you everyone! You didn’t have to do this.”

“Well, I know how crazy things have gotten with fighting the elven gods and dealing with darkspawn, Venatori, Antaam…” Bellara counted the adversaries they faced in the last few months on her hand. “But it’s always good to take a breather and celebrate something, right? So we didn’t want to miss the opportunity.”

Rook wiped a couple of tears from her eyes. “Thank you all. I’m so lucky to have you all.”

“Okay, okay, enough with the sappy shit. Come open your presents,” Taash said as she led Rook to the head of the table. She was seated between Harding and Bellara. 

Lucanis noticed her bare earlobes, and he pushed the disappointment aside. Was it wrong to think she would have put them on first thing in the morning? He watched Rook take Harding’s present and shake the box lightly, trying to guess what was inside before she opened it. 

Neve cleared her throat. Lucanis felt a small box and a dagger sheath being pushed into his hand. “Give it to her in person. Don’t just leave it in front of her door. That’s not how you’ll get her to like you back,” Neve whispered. 

Davrin turned towards them and nodded his head in agreement. He whispered to Lucanis, “Assan had the presents in his mouth when I woke up this morning. Even he knows you need to give these to Ava in person.”

Ava. 

It wasn’t a secret that Rook and Davrin were close, but he didn’t expect him to call Rook by her real name. Lucanis thought about calling her Ava too, but she seemed comfortable being called Rook. But did she like it when some people called her by her real name? Lucanis's frown deepened. 

The sound of wrapping paper being shredded snapped Lucanis back to the present moment. This was about Rook and celebrating her thirtieth birthday, not him and his feelings. Rook smiled as she opened Harding’s present–a blue scarf to wear since the weather was becoming colder, bath salts, and lotion. Bellara handed her present to Rook next. Rook unwrapped it to reveal a fluffy pink blanket. Rook immediately wrapped it around her shoulders and sighed contently. 

Emmerich passed her his present. The present elicited an excited squeal from her. It was a gift basket filled with Rook’s favorite coffee and tea flavors from Rivain. She stood up and hugged Emmerich while thanking him profusely. Lucanis suddenly found the notch on the table very interesting. 

Taash gave her a bracelet, also from Rivain. It contained her birthstone in the middle and Rook immediately slipped it on to her left wrist. Neve gifted Rook the next installment of her favorite detective romance novel series. What made Rook emotional was that it was translated into Rivaini and not the trade tongue, which Rook had been reading most of her novels from recently.

“Thank you. I’ve missed reading books in Rivaini,” Rook said as she flipped through the pages. 

Davrin’s present was a wooden carving of Rook, who looked like a little girl, and she played with a dog. Rook had a dog in Rivain and she had mentioned multiple times that she missed him. Rook hugged Davrin, and a flash of irritation ran through Lucanis. He ignored the knowing look Neve gave him. One again, Lucanis found the notch on the table very interesting.

Then everyone was staring at him. Waiting for him to give Rook her presents. He had no doubt Davrin and Neve told Harding, Bellara, Emmerich, and Taash about him leaving Rook’s presents in front of the door. They all looked at him knowingly, and Rook looked at him…expectedly. Then a flash of hurt appeared on her face. His hesitation made her think he didn’t have a gift for her. He would give her the gifts, but now wasn’t the time. It didn’t feel right.

“I made you a cake,” Lucanis said, cutting through the awkward moment. He pushed Rook’s presents into Davrin’s lap with a little more force than he intended. He stood up and walked to the ice box to grab the cake. 

He brought it to the dining room and Rook’s eyes lit up. “Wow. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cinnamon sugar cake. Thank you, Lucanis.”

The back of his neck grew warm. He didn’t respond as he placed the cake on the table. Emmerich and Neve brought the plates and cutlery from the kitchen. The first and largest slice of cake went to Rook. She placed a spoonful of cake into her mouth. 

A moan escaped from her lips and she closed her eyes. Lucanis almost dropped his plate. Maker, the sound that came out of her was…Lucanis swallowed and he said through a thick voice, “I guess you like it?”

“I love it,” Rook exclaimed. She took another bite and moaned again. “I’m going to eat this for lunch and dinner.”

“Hey, save some for us too–” Taash said as she cut a large slice as well.

“Taash, that’s like half of the cake!” Bellara protested. “Cut that in half.”

As the Veilguard tousled over the exact cake proportions, Lucanis’s eyes stayed on Rook. She ate slowly, savoring the cake. Her fingers were sticky from the cinnamon sugar. She put one of her fingers in her mouth, licking the sugar off. His heart skipped a beat and his stomach flipped. What was this? Excitement? Dread? 

This was ridiculous. Was he really this happy just from seeing Rook happy?

His thoughts were cut short by Davrin shoving the presents back into his lap. He nudged Lucanis and tilted his head towards Rook. Rook was currently in an animated conversation with Harding and Emmerich. 

The moment still didn’t feel right. He realized what he wanted. He wanted to make her smile and laugh–and for no one else to see a moment meant just for them. 

Lucanis gripped the presents under the table and tried to enjoy the rest of the party.

—-----

Rook’s birthday was almost over. 

Lucanis found himself outside of her door again holding her wrapped presents. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He heard the squeak of the bed and soft footsteps pad across the floor. Rook opened the door and Lucanis took in the sight of her in pajamas. She wore a pink top with thin straps and a matching pair of pajama shorts. A black silk robe was tied around her waist, but hung loosely off her shoulder. Her black hair was pulled into a bun. She always wore her hair down or in a ponytail. Her hair pinned up looked nice. 

“Good evening Lucanis,” She said. “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Oh, then do you need something?”

Lucanis pulled the presents from behind his back and handed them to Rook. “Happy birthday.” His voice sounded strange and thick like it did earlier. His nerves were growing worse as he anticipated Rook’s reaction.

Rook looked surprised–not happy like he’d imagined. Was he wrong to think the presents could make her happy? That he could make her happy? Lucanis was about to excuse himself when Rook held the door open wider and beckoned him inside. Lucanis stepped into her room and felt himself being overcome by a multitude of senses. Lots of floral and vanilla scents. They were coming from the perfume jars on her dresser. 

Rook sat down on her bed and began opening the presents. The first thing she grabbed was the dagger. She slid it out of its sheath and turned the blade over, admiring it. She touched the blue gem in the hilt, just like she had weeks ago. “This is beautiful,” Rook said. “Is this the dagger you cleaned a few weeks ago?”

“Yes,” He answered. He was so nervous that he couldn’t string together a coherent sentence. Rook still wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t frowning either. What was going on in that head of hers?

She placed the dagger back in its sheath and grabbed the second present. She opened it up and held up the silver hoop earrings. “Lucanis,” She said, surprised. “This is–”

“You were looking at them the other day at the night market in Rivain. I went back and bought them. I thought you wanted them. I–”

“I did,” Rook answered, her voice thick with emotion. “I really did. But looking at them made me miss my mother so much.” She held the earrings up, her eyes shining. “That was silly of me. I love these earrings so I should wear them, right?” 

Rook undid the clasp of the earrings and slipped them into her earlobes. She touched the hoops and smiled at him. “How do I look, Lucanis?”

“Beautiful,” He said. A strong, clear thinking Lucanis wouldn’t have said that. However, this day had been strange for him and he wasn’t used to feeling all of these emotions at once. The nerves were making him act this way. 

A smile finally appeared on Rook’s face. She stood up and walked over to him, and enveloped him into a hug. He was taken aback. By the time he realized he should be hugging her back, she was already pulling away. A small noise of disapproval escaped from him.

“Lucanis, I’m going to ask you something and I want you to be truthful.” She took a deep breath. “You and me. We’re friends, right?”

“Yes, I consider you a friend,” Lucanis answered. His feelings for Rook were blossoming into something else, something he couldn’t control. But at this moment in Rook’s bedroom with no one else to see them…he could let himself admit that he had these feelings and as their mission to bring down the blighted gods continued, he knew these feelings would grow. His feelings for Rook may never disappear. 

Ava gave him a sly smile. “That’s good. I consider you a friend too.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “A good friend would show me how to use that fancy dagger over there. If you don’t, I’ll have to use it as a decoration and place it next to my perfumes.”

“What a waste,” Lucanis murmured, which made Rook laugh. 

“You know what else good friends do?” Rook laughed. “They give birthday presents to each other in person and not leave them in front of doors or hide them under the dining room table.”

“How did you know?” Lucanis sighed. 

“I’m very observant,” Rook said. “I thought about calling you out in front of everyone earlier today, but I didn’t want to embarrass you. I knew I’d get my presents eventually. I just needed to wait.”

“And…was it worth the wait?”

“It was.”

Lucanis wanted to stay–wrap Rook into his arms and listen to her talk. He could fall asleep to the sound of her voice. But he didn’t want to cross that boundary. Perhaps he never would. Right now, this moment between them in her bedroom was enough. Seeing her wear the earrings he bought her was enough. Spending time with her to teach her how to use a dagger was enough too. If he got too greedy, then they would both get hurt. 

“Goodnight, Rook,” Lucanis said as he headed towards the door. “I’ll show you how to use the  dagger tomorrow morning after breakfast.”

“Call me Ava.” She cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her neck. “We’re friends, aren’t we? You can call me Ava too when we’re alone–I mean when we’re just talking casually, ya know?”

“I’ll do that then. Goodnight, Ava,” Lucanis said. He stepped out of her room and closed the door behind him. 

What Lucanis didn’t see was Ava Laidir jumping up and down in a quiet cheer. She went to the mirror over her dresser and looked at the earrings Luanis gave her. 

Beautiful. 

Lucanis called her beautiful.  Perhaps her love wouldn’t stay one sided for long after all. It looks like the birthday wish she wrote down last night–Grow closer to Lucanis Dellamorte– came true after all.

[ghostwith]

Updated

Paring: Emmrich x Kalinn

Rating: Explicit

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Steam hung heavy in the air as Kalinn skunk deeper into the tub, hot water soaking into the tense ache in her muscles. The room was dark save for the light leaking in from the other side of the door. The silence and stillness was a comfort from the crumbling chaos outside, it felt as if for a moment the world was still.

She let out a deep sigh however as the sound of foot steps cut through the facade, silently praying the owner wasn't looking for her, she slid further down into the water letting it fully wet her hair.

The moment she pulled her head from the water the door swung open and Emmrich marched in, flicking his wrist to summon vielfire to light the room.

"Rook, we must discuss this." He announced, waving a letter in the air and unceremoniously perching himself on the edge of the tub.

"Emmrich, can it-"

"Unfortunately it requires notes from both of us, according to Myrna, some of the newer Mourn Watchers had an issue not recognizing a long standing member of the Guides and," Kalinn sighed as Emmrich continued, shifting slightly to cover herself as much as she could.

"Emmrich."

"One of them unfortunately is being added into those residing in the Necropolis, while the other is-”

"Emmrich Volkarin."

At that Emmrich paused. "Yes?”

"Emmrich, I'm naked and in the tub.”

Emmrich fully turned to look at Kalinn for the first time. Eyes flickering from her face down her body, lingering on her bare breasts in the water, before taking a shaky breath.

"You are." He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes back to the letter. "But I'm not here for that, right now.”

Kalinn shivered slightly. "Right now?"

Emmrich glanced back, locking eyes with Kalinn. "Right now, no. But I'd be remiss if I did not say the idea of joining you trills me.”

Kalinn sat stock still, floundering under his gaze for what felt like minutes before she found her voice again. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Emmrich parroted before continuing to relay the letter aloud. “The other recruit is currently being treated for-”

She couldn't absorb a single thing he was saying, his admission had made her thoughts spiral to an image of him undressing and slipping into the tub, hands sliding against her, his lips pressed to her collar. It made her wonder what his hands would feel like on her skin, what taste would linger if they kissed?

Suddenly possessed by the idea Kalinn shifted to stand, taking in a deep shuddering breath.

“Emmrich.”

He turned to respond immediately this time, only to find her standing before him, the harsh green light of the vielfire making the water on her skin shimmer as he watched it slide past the swell of her breast and down the curves of her body.

“Kalinn.”

“I think I would be the one remiss,” Kalinn began, gingerly reaching to cup his cheek. “If I didn't stop you from reading and indulge us both.”

Emmrich closed his eyes for a moment, leaning heavily into her damp palm and pressing a long tender kiss to it. “Do you have any idea how divine you look right now?”

“You're giving me an idea.” she sighed, sounding almost breathless.

It was Emmrich's turn now to find himself still in thought. This wasn't just Kalinn, it was Rook. His Rook. Not Lucanis’, Darvin’s, or Taash’s, his. Whose eyes looked at him half lidded and filled with unabashed wanting, and he wasn't a man who could deny that for long.

He pressed another kiss to her palm, eyes never leaving hers as he continued to trail kisses down her forearm. His free hand ghosting up her torso as he stood, mapping out the curves of her waist, tracing lines just under the weight of her chest.

Kalinn shivered in delight, grasping the back of his neck tugging him closer. “You Emmrich, are unfair.”

“Is it unfair to appreciate a work of art?” He chuckled resting his forehead against hers before testing the waters and gently palming her breast.

“Yes.” Kalinn gasped, “Yes it is, when you won't hang it on your wall.”

“We can arrange that then.”

Despite the haze in her mind, Kalinn watched Emmrich's expression soften as he drew her up into a deep kiss.

Needy, desperate, and filled with longing.

Is the only way to describe the heated open mouth kiss they were tangled in. Kalinn's hands knotted in his hair as she felt Emmrich’s hands drift down the curve of her ass before he gripped her tightly and hoisted her in the air, guiding her legs to wrap around him as she gasped into his mouth.

“Emmrich, what are you doing?” she murmured between constantly chasing the taste of him with her lips.

“Hanging you on the wall.” He rumbled trailing the kiss down her throat as she whined at the sudden contact of cool stone on her back.

“I'd have you here, I could have you right here.” Emmrich sighed, firmly pinning her between him and the wall.

Kalinn moaned, desire pooling in her. “You could,” she paused cupping his face, making him look at her. “I’d let you.”

He opened his mouth to speak as a loud series of knocks pulled them from their stupor.

“Kalinn, it's been long enough. Some of us would also like to wash the demon blood off our skin.” Came Lucanis’ rather frustrated tone.

Emmrich and Kalinn sighed in unison.

“I could kill him. I could kill him and you could bring him back later.” Kalinn murmured, burying her face in Emmrich's shoulder.

“Perhaps, but perhaps the bath wasn't the place for me to put you on display.” Emmrich whispered, carefully setting her back down as she flustered. Before Kalinn could retort, Emmrich grinned and called out back to Lucanis. “Forgive me, she’ll be done in just a moment.”

“Emmrich!” Kalinn squealed, eyes wide as he leaned down, silencing her with a quick kiss.

“I thought it would be better if they knew you're already mine. Now let's get you dressed.”

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Where is your favorite Dragon Age place? Do you have a favorite romance?

Mine would have to be Skyhold just because all our friends are there and it's home. My spouse and I have played all the romances in Inquisition and I love them all sooooo very much that I couldn't choose a favorite and I just wish you could romance every last one of them at the same time.

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

omg ALL THE ROMANCES???? im SO jealous i wish i had the time!!!

i absolutely agree with you with skyhold though, its both iconic and beautiful - plus everyone you want to talk to is there! (and you get to jump all the way from leliana's tower to solas' room without dying which is hilarious LMAO)

i am currently only on one playthrough of DA:2 and DA:I but plan to do many more soon when i can give them proper dedication. so the only 2 romances i've experienced are fenris x male!hawke and cullen x lavellen. my favourite out of the 2 is fenhawke, the GRIP it has on my brain is insane and scary and i think about them All The Time.

in my next run i plan to romance isabela then sera. my inquisition playthrough was literally a coin toss between cullen and sera i adore the two of them sm and cannot WAIT to romance her!!

(for veilguard i plan on romancing lucanis in my first world state, then taash for the new run ehhehehehe)

but i agree. bioware lemme romance everyone.