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nerdanel01 · 4 months ago

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What do you think Emmrich would do when one of Rook’s other companions saw the two of them having sex?

I have no one to blame but myself for this ask but I would be lying if I said that when I received it I did not need to put my phone down and just breathe deeply for a few seconds before I could think again

I do feel like it would depend a lot on WHICH companion? we don’t even know them yet but I do think if it was Neve, Lace, Bellara or Davrin, he would be appropriately mortified on both his and Agnes’ behalf and do the hasty scramble-and-coverup.

For some reason Lucanis and Taash are giving the impression that like. If they walked in on Agnes going down sloppy style on Emmrich and Agnes herself didn’t see, they’d just… flash him a thumbs up and give them back their privacy before Emmrich could panic too badly. And it would kind of humiliate him but yes, also add a certain je ne sais quoi to the particular nut that followed that he would eat right up.

If Solas is still haunting around the Lighthouse though, I do imagine there could be, uhh. Some wholly unnecessary rivalry between them that takes place almost exclusively in Emmrich’s head. 1k+ below the cut 18+ NSFW

Beyond the immediate, more catastrophic consequences of the failed ritual, the disruption Rook had caused to his plans also had the unfortunate side effect of leaving Solas himself locked in the Fade… trapped, again, in the endless sea of dreams in which he had swam for millennia before reawakening less than two decades prior. But the Lighthouse was a liminal space, not quite in the Fade nor wholly in the Waking, and there were certain times, late at night, when he could muster enough mana to manifest himself there. That was valuable time—time desperately needed to strategize with Rook; to tell her everything he knew about Elgar’nan and Ghilan'nain, to plan how to imprison them once more if not outright defeat them.

And yet for several nights in a row now, Rook had not come.

Once more Solas was left with the unsatisfying suspicion that she was not taking this seriously. Though she may have acted in ignorance, surely she must hold herself just as accountable for this mess as he was? It had been her interference, after all, that had set loose the Evanuris of old. With a frustrated frown pulling at his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth, he walked the halls of the Lighthouse, searching for her.

The Lighthouse was quiet. Yet despite the lateness of the hour, Solas encountered Scout Harding in the hallways—groggy and dressed for bed, on her way out of the water closet. The sight of her was jarring. After spending ten years in the Lighthouse alone, he was not sure he would ever get used to the presence of others there… the sudden warmth and domesticity, of laughter even that had filled its rooms after the Veilguard had moved in.

“Scout Harding,” he greeted her, his hands clasped elegantly behind his back. “Good evening.”

Harding blinked at him, offered a groggy smile. “Hey, Solas.”

“You would not happen to know where Rook is, would you?” he asked, with a kind and inquisitive tilt to his head. “As you know we have rather important matters to discuss. I checked her quarters, but they seemed to be empty.”

“She doesn’t really spend the night there anymore,” Harding asked, lifting her hand to her mouth to politely cover a yawn. “Have you checked Emmrich’s room?”

That shocked him, a little. Not so much that it was happening, more so that he had been blind to it. Incidentally, he had passed Volkarin’s room as he had searched the halls and found the door ajar, the room empty.

“Equally vacant, I’m afraid.”

Harding squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember through the thick of sleep.

“I think they said something about going down to the library after dinner,” she remembered at last, offering Solas a contrite smile. “Maybe it's worth checking for them there?”

“Emmrich! Emm—hhha, yes, yes!”

Glisten of perspiration on her body in the candlelight; expression of uncontained ecstasy pulling at her features. Her gorgeous, long leg, flush against his chest, ankle hooked over his shoulder, and Emmrich took her calf reverently in hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of her leg as he sank deeply into her. Feeling the muscles of that same leg tighten and twitch with satisfaction at the fullness of him inside of her, the slow artful drag of each of his thrusts; the hypnotic rise and fall of her breasts in concert with those thrusts; as he took Agnes on top of the sole desk in the library.

Emmrich wasn’t even sure how it had begun. This was not what he had intended but it had escalated quickly, and all of a sudden all the stairs up to his bedroom had seemed much too far, too long to wait. They had not even bothered to close the door to the library. At this time of night, Emmrich did not think anyone was going to come looking for them… but he would be lying if he said the risk of being caught did not add a bit of frisson to their lovemaking, at least for him.

But he was barely even thinking of that, now—impossible to be so distracted from her when she looked, sounded, felt like this. She had planted her hand on the desk behind her, just enough to prop herself up so she could look not at him, not in his eyes, but focus fixedly on the space between his hips, greedily devouring the sight of the column of his cock, as it reappeared then disappeared inside of her with each thrust.

Which is how Emmrich knew that Agnes did not see Solas when his astral projection walked straight into the room.

A thousand thoughts flashing through his mind in the space of a heartbeat: that he should be ashamed. Embarrassed. Mortified, even. That he was decidedly none of the above, though that would have been the most polite response. Of how envious he, Emmrich, had been of Solas when he had first come to the Lighthouse, when Agnes was still short with him; of the inextricable bond the two of them shared, ever since Agnes had frustrated his ritual. The long hours Solas demanded of Agnes still, to talk about how best to imprison the very gods he had set loose in his folly.

How he, Emmrich, would blame Solas all too readily if something happened to Agnes because of it, because of the disaster this ancient elf had set into motion.

Possessed of an emotion he could not quite name, Emmrich lowered her leg and gathered Agnes off the desk and into his arms, drawing her against him (both to protect her modesty and, admittedly, to prevent her from realizing that they had been discovered.) All too readily she wrapped her legs tightly around him, her arms looping around his neck.

Emmrich pulled loose the bronze pin holding her hair in place; the soft, silver threaded black cascaded down her shoulders, nearly reaching the desktop beneath her, releasing a rush of sweetness as it did so. Emmrich sank a hand in her hair possessively, drew in a deep breath the better to take in the smell of it.

Did all of this, with his eyes locked fully on Solas.

“Nessa…” he groaned near her ear, still maintaining that locked eye contact as he increased both the speed and depth of his thrusting.

Behind her, Solas raised an eyebrow, a frown twisting his lips, the distaste on his face all too plain. Emmrich kept staring, matching that distaste with a snarl of his own, making it apparent (he hoped) that he would suffer no interruption from this fallen once-god. At last, Solas backed out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him as he went.

The door made an audible click, but Agnes did not seem to notice. Emmrich felt his breath growing shallow, the telltale tightness in his core. After all that had just happened, he was not going to last much longer. “Nessa—its imminent, I’m not going to be able to—”

And no matter that the door was closed, as Emmrich was sure it was not thick enough to prevent Solas from hearing the cry Agnes made in answer:

“Yes! Maker, yes, Emmrich, fill me…”

emmrich you have nothing to worry about solas has a divorced wife of his own that he’s sad about. emmrich you two are more similar than you know. emmrich he needs couples counseling and ten thousand years of therapy. emmrich he needs your advice. emmrich help him

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