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inquisitormanatee · 12 days ago

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1. For Syl’tal and 7. For Revas ? 👀

1-Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them?

Much to Dorian's dismay, he did not lol. Syl'tal initially was guarded around Dorian due to the whole 'human' thing. He had a very negative view towards humans and this whole "Herald" and "Inquisitor" thing was not helping to lessen that. Syl isn't sure when his feelings for Dorian started to bubble up but he can pinpoint when he realized he was falling in love with him. When Dorian went out on the balcony in Halamshiral after everything that happens there and they share a dance, Syl knew it was over then. There was no turning back for him. It's a bit rough after that because Syl has a fear of connecting with someone, especially with what all was going on around them. Dorian sticks it out though and doesn’t let Syl push him away. It's obvious to everyone but Syl how important Dorian is to him.

Going to put this one under a cut cause it is kinda nsfw just in case

7- Are they a physically affectionate couple? Are they fine displaying those affections in public or do they prefer to be in private? If they're not, how do they prefer to show their love instead?

Initially not really because Revas doesn't push Lucanis. He waits for Lucanis to make the first moves whether it be a kiss, holding hands, or little touches. As time goes on and they talk about these things, they become increasingly physically affectionate. Revas love holding Lucanis' when they are just walking around. He likes to play with his hair when they are sitting and will doze off if Lucanis does the same to his. Privately, Lucanis lets Revas clean up his facial hair when he learns how steady a hand Revas has. Kinda nsfw so heads up. Revas is also really big on massages and just touching all over Lucanis in general lol. It doesn't always lead to anything sexual because it really is just Revas wanting to worship every part of Lucanis. It can become sexual and Revas does struggle a lot when it is done to him by Lucanis.

#Thank you for askiiiiiing <3 #datv syl'tal #revas lavellan #syl'tal lavellan #dorian pavus #datv #lucanis dellamorte #rookanis #pavellan

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neitherlightnordark · 3 years ago

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hiraeth!

[I.D.: Ask from @mymarifae that says "oooooooh 32 for the prompts ? >:)". End I.D.]

December bent down on her stick legs to look the child in the eye. “I’m visiting Waterfall from the city.”

She paused, and her smile ticked up ever so slightly as she realized- something. “Synchronicity...? My neighbor’s daughter looks about your age. Her name is ‘Suzy’. I feel like you two should be friends.” She clapped her hands together, delighted. “You have... A neighbor’s blessing!!!”

The child smiled back. They faltered, frowned at the ground for a moment, and then tugged on December’s sleeve again.

December leaned down to their level again. “Not knowing where I live is no issue. Fate finds a way.” She clacked her claws together in a way that was both meaningfully enigmatic and meaningfully silly. “In life’s grand scheme, she might be why you came here in the first place...”

In life’s grand scheme, Suzy might be why December chose to stand in that very particular spot, deciding to investigate the wall’s pink jewels, instead of going straight on ahead to drop off the Doctor’s... to... to... to visit the old Lord of the Hammer on a whim, as she’d planned... And then she’d met the child, who seemed all too familiar, and yet was someone she’d never seen before.

She mused over this as she stood on the Riverperson’s boat on the way to Snowdin, feeling water skip along her feet. Beautifully unpredictable, this all was, playing and living.

Perhaps she’d never get her "answers". Perhaps the child she’d met never would, either. Perhaps she’d never see them again-! Perhaps they’d move in next to her and Suzy, and they’d become the best of friends, as she’d predicted-! Either way, she hoped they’d be alright, whatever their definition of ‘alright’ was.

The thought thrilled her inside. The Underground was so small, and so big. The world was so small, and so big. And an answer was not here yet, but it would come. It always came.

“Tra la la,” said the Riverperson to her as they skipped through the tunnels together. “Did you ever hear the old song coming from the sea?”

“Yes,” December said gratefully, thinking of Suzy’s face, thinking of the child’s face. “And I’ve never forgotten it.”

“Tra la la,” said the Riverperson, looking ahead towards Snowdin. “Why don’t you sing with me? Tra la la.”

...

“She’ll be alright,” the voice on the other end of the phone reassured Catti, crackling with snow. “Don’t worry...! Just trust. An answer will come, as it so often does.”

“Mm,” said Catti, holding the diner’s phone and looking down at it. “...And Noelle?”

A silence.

And then, “I’ll see her again!”

“Soon,” Catti said.

“Yes. Whenever fate leads me to her,” the voice said enthusiastically. “I may know a lot from where I am, but I don’t know everything! There, see? Something to hold on to, for both of us. I doubt even He knows exactly where we are going, or to what end we’re here, and won’t until we reach it.”

“Okay,” Catti said. “...Please.”

“I’m going to try my best,” the voice said, infused with warmth and surety. “It’s all going to turn out perfectly okay...!”

The two stood there, in the golden silence of the diner. It was closed for the afternoon.

Catti held the phone. The phone did not answer.

“...Please,” Catti repeated quietly.

“I’m... I’m really... sorry, Catti,” the voice said, and maybe it was crackling with a little more than snow now. “Ah... I’ve still got time. I can stay with you. For as long as you need...”

“...wouldn’t want that,” Catti muttered, resting her back against the wall and dislodging some dust. “...you know where I am, right?”

“The diner?”

“Yeah.” Catti looked up through the window, at Hometown’s autumn beyond the curtains. “Jockington. Waiting for me, outside. But... knows how important this is.”

“How many people have you told about this...?” the voice wondered.

“Friend only. QC, somewhat. Fellow waitress.” Catti counted these off her paw pads. “...No one else. Never in full. Small town, no believers. Not yet.”

She leaned in a little closer. “...if... Kris-”

“DON’T,” cried the voice, and Catti jerked back and dropped the phone, and dust went flying-

“D-don’t-” The phone- the phone rattled on the floor, spirals upon spirals twining up Catti’s entangled paw. “Don’t. Please. Don’t tell Kris. Anything.”

“...”

Catti picked the phone up, settling down on the floor and smoothing out her dress. “I know. Wasn’t... wasn’t going to.”

“Oh,” sighed the voice, and there was a noise like paper being reshuffled, like paper being shoved away. “Oh, I know, I’m so, so sorry, Catti, but you can’t tell- not Kris, not Noelle, don’t please-”

“I won’t,” said Catti. “I won’t.”

The voice cut herself off, and then said, “I have to go. Thank you. For listening.”

“All I ever do,” Catti said to a dial tone.

She set the phone back in its slot and considered it.

...

"...there was... nothing..." Susie muttered, looking down at the phone cord's spirals upon spirals. "...like... there was... nothing there... in the... first place... but... but it was... it used to..."

There was the gentle sound of water running.

"...Sorry," Susie said. "I- you weren’t supposed to hear that..."

"Oh! Please, do not make such assumptions, Susie," Toriel called from where she was washing her paws in the kitchen. "I do not mind hearing about your troubles. Or forgetting about them immediately after hearing them."

"Oh," said Susie. “...Um-”

Toriel gave Susie a smile over her shoulder. (It seemed a little strained, or maybe that was Susie’s imagination.) "I know it... It can be hard to lose things. Especially things you always thought of as important to you. It can be hard to realize that you can, and must, live without them... Of course, these are just scraps of advice I am idly remembering at the moment. They may not apply to your situation at all."

"..." Susie fiddled with the phone cord, twining it around one of her claws. "Wasn't THAT important to me, Toriel. It was only, like, a day..."

"A day, if well-placed, may change the fate of the entire world," Toriel said. There was a strange flicker in her gaze, a setting of her mouth, and then she turned back to doing the dishes with a hum and another bright smile. "Susie, would you like to help with these?”

Susie looked back down at the phone.

It rang.

Susie almost bit its top off in her surprise. It rang again.

“Oh, are those your parents?” Toriel called (RING) as Susie nearly dropped it and had to fumble to stop it from tangling in her claws. “How serendipitous!�� (RING) “They must be getting used to having you sleep over, Susie!”

“Yeah! Great!!” Susie tripped over Chairiel’s arm and fell into it (RING), kicking out its cushions and rumpling its blanket (RING). “Hang on, lemme just-” (BEEP)

“Catti from QC’s Diner,” the phone said, and Susie nearly chucked the phone through the roof. “Hey, Toriel. You... .........Won. Free... buns. From QC.”

“And we’re, coming NOW!” Jockington enthusiastically added. “Delivery!! You can’t, stop, The BUNS!!!”

“That,” Catti said, with the smallest smile ever that Susie swore she could hear. And then it was gone. “Okay, bye.”

(BEEP)

“...” Susie poked her head back around the kitchen, where Toriel was doing a poor job at hiding her own smile. “Hey, Toriel, Catti and Jockington are coming over... I think they just want some of our lasagna, honestly.”

“Oh?” Toriel moved over to let Susie wash her talons too. “And do they at least come bearing peace offerings?”

“Cinnamon bunnies. Okay, MAYBE we’ll let them in, I guess.”

...

Susie slowed outside QC’s Diner (they were walking to school that morning, ‘cause of Toriel’s messed-up car).

“...Kris?” she asked.

Kris turned to look at her.

“...I gotta... um... do something in there. Important. Can you stay out here?” Susie jabbed a claw towards the diner’s entrance; she paused at Kris’ expression. “...What?? It’s not like I- what?!”

Kris just kinda stood there and looked at her.

“Berightback,” Susie said, and she practically exploded through the diner door, which at least had the decency to shut itself behind her.

The Soul inside Kris pulsed dimly with- maybe laughter. Yes. Yes, they decided that was laughter.

Kris absentmindedly touched their chest, turned around, and looked at the golden silence of Hometown, all around them.

Sans’ dumb shop was to their left, as was the alleyway, and their school, and their closet; behind them was their home and a lake and a mansion; before them was a hospital, and a library they already knew, and a church, and a bunker, and a graveyard.

We have lots to do, don’t we?

Well, we can’t do it all today. And we shouldn’t have to.

Yes. (And it was as if they could feel them smiling.) Yes, we really don’t have to.

The two of them stood outside the diner and waited for Susie to come back.

#this blog has one (1) agenda and that's the clamgirl is dess agenda (/j)#personal #THANK YOU BOTH SM FOR ASKIIIIIING this was also supposed to be short believe it or not! but i had ideas for both and combined them #i'm so sorry this one took so long liz <3 #safeutdr #catti gets susie to film a diners drive-ins and dives show with her that's all that's going on #susie appreciation day. that's all that's going on. oh ALSO catti and jockington friendship appreciation day. and kris and susie #and kris and the soul. and toriel and susie. an #also whatever's going on with dess and gaster isn't really talked about here but gets a whopping honorable mention cause i love them #idk this was just. a thing. a thing

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