#mossangst

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thinking about bellara and neve gossiping about rook

imagine bellara laying on neves bed kickin her feet as neve tells her about how things are going with rook

how she feels like she's known them her whole life

how comfortable they make her

how good the sex is

and bellara is screaming into a pillow

neve is trying not to cry or scream or throw up, and chain smokes the whole time

time is barely real at the lighthouse but they both stay up until, they assume, the early hours of the morning

vulnerability is hard but bellara is sweet and rook is kind and maybe that is enough

edit: this is literally canon

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anyway i'm crying about neve and warden!rook

hey is anyone else thinking about warden!rook and the calling

specifically about neve waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop gallus handling falling in love with warden!rook

spending all of her free time and energy researching the calling, just like the hero of ferelden

getting her hands on all the research materials she can

calling in favours

refusing to believe she can't solve a problem that has plagued the wardens for a thousand years

waking up one day, sticking her face in the crook of rook's neck, pulling away and there's a little blood on her cheek

because rook's ears are bleeding

"we were supposed to have more time"

knowing they were never going to have more time

neve gallus illuminating two orbs on the minrathous wall of light

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Neve and Rana breaking up sometime in their twenties

“Neve, please, it's going to work -”

“Rana, the system isn't going to do what you want it to. You can't fix it from the inside. Believe me, plenty of people have tried.”

“Are we even talking about the Order anymore?”

“I'm not a metaphor, Rana.”

“Can I still count on you?”

“For cases? Always.”

“That's - okay.”

“If you need any more lamp oil, let me know.”

"If you need anything -"

"Please don't."

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endgame veilguard spoiler angst below

Imagine Neve and Davrin sitting on the edge of the balcony in Davrin's room, the red light of the eclipse tinting everything.

Imagine the two of them, silent, racked with survivor's guilt.

Imagine Davrin, through a lump in his throat, saying something about how he never should have gotten this far, that Weisshaupt was supposed to be the end. That he was only alive by fluke.

Imagine Neve, trying to be flippant (this is too much real human emotion for her), but choking out a sob because it should have been her, too.

Imagine Assan leaving to snuffle around in Rook’s room, because they're gone, too.

Nearly half the team gone in a single mission.

Harding, dead. There's no way she survived those hits, and even if she did, they couldn't find her body. Nothing to cremate.

Whatever it takes.

Bellara, in the hands of Elgar'nan, probably dead, too. Her little sister. Her biggest fan.

Whatever it takes.

They sit for a long time. Neve leaves for a spell, returns with coffee Lucanis would describe as "lamp oil." It's not undrinkable, but it is quite bad.

Whatever it takes.

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heavy late game veilguard spoilers below

some taash and harding angst for your enjoyment

imagine taash meeting ma harding.

imagine taash, their mother lost to fire, their lover lost to the gods, meeting ma harding.

imagine taash, walking out of the eluvian to ferelden, the smell of the woods both new and familiar.

imagine taash sitting at ma hardings kitchen table, in a chair built for lace (and much too low for them, but they don't mind), drinking something hot and sweet from lace's favourite mug.

imagine taash and ma harding, the spitting image of lace, but with crow's feet and a lifetime of laugh lines.

imagine taash and ma harding sitting by the fire, long stretches of silence.

"She loved you, you know."

"I loved her, too."

imagine taash returning lace's things, a little bundle of books and clothes, and a potted spearmint plant.

"She said many nice things about you, Taash. In the letters."

imagine taash helping ma harding split firewood, clean gutters, fix fence posts.

imagine taash desperately trying to hold onto the last traces of lace they can.

"She was so small."

imagine taash wearing a little vial of ashes - a bit of her cloak, maybe - because they never found her body, but she wanted to be cremated.

imagine taash doing their best to let lace rest.

imagine taash calling ma harding 'tama.'

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Neve and Rana absolutely spent their 20s sleeping together in a friends with benefits situation until Rana caught feelings and got a big girl job as a Templar.

I feel like Rana got the job and asked Neve to move in with her, make a go of something real.

Neve bolted but still Cares so they work cases together.

and that has to be enough.

But Rana pines and worries, especially if Neve gets in deep with the Threads.

Rana, who knows the system is broken and won't ever do what she wants it to, but believing she can change it.

Neve, who is unwilling to be a metaphor.

They orbit each other like sad planets and move on. Neve does, at least.

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thinking a lot about how taash would interact with ma harding

taash, who spent their life longing for connection to their mother, always wishing shathann would say things better, kinder.

ma harding, who spent her life weaving kindness into lace, full of fereldan joy and little witticisms.

taash, who lost a mother, and ma harding, who lost a child, coming together over the person they loved so much and lost so soon.

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Warden Mage Rook discusses the Calling with Romanced Neve

“Neve, please, if this is going to work, we need -”

“I’ve already got my network on it.” The pale greenish glow of the aquarium wreaths her in light. Long black hair, loose, cascades over her shoulders. She won’t look at him.

“Your network can take on what a thousand years of Wardens can’t?” Rook picks up his little wooden griffon, tenderly feeling the grooves of the artist’s initials. 

Her voice is curt. “I said, I’ve already got my network on it.” 

Rook runs his hands through his mop of curly black hair. Neve won’t look at him. She stands, facing the fish, hands on her hips. 

“It’s part of being a Warden. In war, victory, in peace, vigilance -” 

She cuts him off again. “Rook, if you finish that sentence I will make you wish you were already halfway to the Deep Roads.” 

“- in death, sac-”

“Rook, stop.” 

The Warden puts his hands up. The silence is deafening, underscored only for Rook by the Blight song, louder than it has ever been. He adjusts some dials on the coffee pot, speeding it up with a little fire magic. 

“It won’t always be like this.”

“Because you’ll be dead.” Her voice is flat, matter of fact. “You’ll be dead, Trouble.”

“Maybe not.”

“But maybe. And I can’t - you can’t do that to me. I won’t allow it.”

“And that’s why it’s a maybe not.”

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davrin and warden!rook feelings time

rook gets the calling first, young even for a warden

davrin staying topside because he can't leave assan

begging rook not to go to the deep roads, knowing that he can't stop them from going

forehead to forehead, silently sobbing, knowing that it's the last night

davrin, thinking about following, knowing that it's not his time

davrin, walking rook to isana negat - symbolic, where harding left her anger and hurt - and watching them descend

assan, confused, sleeping in rook's empty bed for months

davrin, living a long life by warden standards, feeling guiltier for each passing year

davrin carving rook's figure a little taller, just like they asked

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emmrich and warden!rook

Surely a necromancer of his skills could have done something. Anything.

His lover, so robust and full of life, so genuine in their pursuit of living...

Surely there was something he could have done differently, a piece of forgotten lore, pleading with the right spirit.

He spends a lot of time in the memorial gardens, these days.

He used it up.

His one resurrection.

His only chance. He adores Manfred, but every day since Rook’s calling he can't help but feel a profound, permeating sadness.

Manfred asks about him, ever curious.

Emmrich always answers the same way. A heavy sigh.

"Rook is gone, Manfred."

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veilguard posting

moss's fake banter

**** for big spoilers, * for smaller spoilers

GENERAL VIBES

*neve and manfred play parcheesi

*everyone needs to sit rook down about the flirting

****neve gets davrin in on the book club

****rook, davrin, and bellara discuss upgrades for assan

NEVExROOK

****bellara and neve gossiping about the extremely smoochable rook

****harding and neve discuss rook's disappearance

*the gang tries to pry into neve and rook's relationship

TAASHxROOK

*harding and bellara discuss rook and taash's relationship

*bellara and taash discuss whether or not horns are sensitive

TAASHxHARDING

****taash pleading with emmrich after everything

WARDEN SHIT

****warden rook and davrin discuss the calling

big thoughts

taash thoughts

disapproval

the lords of fortune & ethical treasure hunting

re: neve and lucanis flirting

neve and lucanis are both being extremely rational, actually

the only person who gives a fuck about dock town is neve gallus

neve gallus isn't actually a mean lady

how the fuck did weisshaupt get an eluvian

angstposting

**** for big spoilers, * for little spoilers

NEVExROOK

****warden rook discusses the calling with neve

****warden rook & neve discuss the quiet blight song

****warden rook & neve realize the calling will still come

*neve & warden rook, after the calling

NEVExRANA

*neve and rana breaking up in their twenties

*neve and rana thoughts

NEVE & DAVRIN (platonic)

****neve and davrin comfort each other after phase 1 endgame

TAASHxHARDING

****taash and ma harding connecting

****taash and ma harding thoughts

EMMRICHxROOK

****emmrich & the calling

DAVRINxROOK

****davrin, rook, & the calling

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endgame spoilers and angst below

Neve and warden!rook

imagine Neve, coming to, falling from a tangle of blight tentacles, her eyes returning to a comforting and familiar brown

imagine Neve, realizing that she has been unblighted

imagine Neve, looking to her sweet Warden lover, expecting them to be elated, because they're cured, too

right

but instead she sees her warden, her rook, collapsed to their knees

the realization hits them at the same time

the calling will still come