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touch with your eyes, watch with your hands by symphorine
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
04 Mar 2025
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"Oh, don't let me interrupt you," Daea said overly casually, shuffling to sit over Lucanis' thigh. "It's clearly riveting."
His eyes darkened, a new tension in his body that Daea felt between their legs, and he smiled. "Alright." He set one hand over Daea's knee, and holding the book in the other he turned his face to it, playing the game. His cheekbones and the tip of his ears were flushed, and Daea had to restrain themself from kissing them.
Instead, they set their knees further apart, so that the friction between the sensitive skin of their inner thighs and the fabric of Lucanis' pants was shiver-light, and lowered themself against his leg.
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Sandariel stood up a little taller to examine them, though she still only reached their shoulders, really. Daea stood still. "You arrived late and rise early," she said. Her voice reminded Daea of rocks in the riverbed, smooth, clear gravel. "I'd have thought you'd want to see your father."
Daea swallowed. "Later. I need to— I'd like to speak with you first," they said. "If possible."
Sandariel narrowed her eyes, though Daea wasn't sure if it was indicative of her thoughts or if her vision was actually declining.
Avesh huffed. "You make bold demands, for someone who gave up on the Creators."
"Oh, enough," Sandariel snapped, surprising them both. "I will wait for you. Bring me some soup."
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A few months after putting an end to the last Blight, Daea is wracked with doubts, and decides to visit their clan in the hope that their Keeper can help them sort how they should feel about killing the last of their own people's Creators.
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A minute flare of her nostrils. Oh, he'd had years to practice not getting under her skin; it was freeing to disregard all of it. She stood up, the tip of her cane striking the hard floor clear and loud, familiar. He didn't flinch. She'd trained it out of him — out of them both. He drank again.
"You should have killed me to secure the position," Caterina said, looking at him.
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After Lucanis almost kills him, Illario has a conversation with Caterina.
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Daea started shivering and crossed their arms, moving closer to Lucanis. "Did you see what it showed me?"
Emmrich looked stricken. Lucanis started unbuttoning his vest. "We did," he replied without looking at them.
"You must know, these were just visions," Emmrich said gently. "Figments taken from our deepest nightmares. None of it is real, or will be."
Daea swallowed again, trying to soothe their aching throat. It still tasted horrible. "I know. It's obvious, now that I'm not in it." Lucanis placed his vest over their back, still warm from his body, and Daea accepted it gratefully. They caught his hand as he retreated, keeping him close — warm, alive. "How do we get rid of it?"
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A longing that’s killing me. by symphorine, theheartmold for theheartmold
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
24 Dec 2024
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"A Crow never abandons a contract," Illario said by rote, his shoulders slumping slightly.
Caterina nodded, the first sign of approval she’d shown. "There is no disputing it." A warning, or even a final nail in Illario’s coffin. In a flash, Andrea saw it all — the wedding, another ring for Illario to wear, him coming in happier, holding their hand at high society parties Andrea would never be invited to—
"I contest it."
Every Crow in the hall stopped pretending to not be eavesdropping and went silent at once. The loudest sound was Andrea’s own heartbeat, pulsing through their fingertips and their face and their throat, suddenly tight and painful. Caterina looked at them again, disbelief and outrage clear on her face, but they weren't looking at her — Illario had turned around, eyes wide, mouth uselessly open.
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just somewhere to put my BG3 writings that isn't tumblr.
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