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IT"S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Check out my animation of the title song from Nerdy Prudes Must Die, a horror musical from @teamstarkid
You can watch the FULL stage show on their youtube channel!
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This clip features Jon Matteson as Richie, Will Branner as Max! The story and script is by Nick and Matt Lang, with music and lyrics by Jeff Blim!
quiz here ty for tagging @apothe-cary and @booksncatsworld ^^
decided to do it for all of my Rooks
Esha Mercar and Akim Aldwir
Oh, these two? Yep. Especially Akim. He needs a patient person who'll show him love again and again and manage to get over all of his walls
As a person who sees more bad in herself than good, Esha definitely needs someone to remind herself, that she's a good and kind person, who deserves love
Fillip de Riva and Hol Ingellvar and Nesiriel Cantori
Fillip - *ugly sobbing* y-yeah, that's my boy
Hol - you know what? yes. any relationship she'll get is new to her, so this kind of silly first love is perfect
Nesi - ... Ma'am, I know you didn't get a childhood, but I'm not sure if you deserve a cute sweet love, neither will you except it. Though, yes, if she found someone who'll make her laugh, it'll be cute
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Sometimes you just sit and think "hey how would she reacted if someone hit on her man?" And you open eyes and work in your hands
This is story about how I gave Nesi emotions and her walk with Reist ( @amoaliquis ) went absolutely great.
A bar close to center of Treviso was full of people, loud and noisy. Nesi bristled, walking through the crowd.
Normally, she avoided such places, but Reist invited her to celebrate her recovery and well... She wanted to see him. And drink some shots for free, of course.
Speaking of which. Shadow Dragon went for drinks but still didn't return. Something uncomfortable and unpleasant settled in elf's guts so she went to check on him.
She finally made her way to the bar counter. And stopped.
Reist leaned to the counter, drinks ready and waiting near him. But next to him was the reason of the stop. Some person was chatting with qunari and bashing eyelashes at him. The sight made Crow narrowed her eyes but she didn't approach yet. After all, it could be just a chat. Besides, Reist didn't look too interested, Nesi calmed herself.
And then they reached and slide fingers up the man's arm. Hot anger flashed in elf's chest and, without thinking for too long, she quickly approached the pair. Her gaze was sending person daggers, while Nesi pressed to Reist's side, wrapping arm around his waist. Small hand laid on qunari's hip like it belongs there.
"He isn't interested. Back off." Elf looked straight into person's soul. Maybe it was for black eyes or maybe dangerous expression, but they looked between her and Reist before quickly retreating.
Nesi watched how they leave, still staring heavily in their back. And then she heard a chuckle close to the ear.
"My, my... How possessive of you, Ness." She looked up with a frown, meeting man's smug smirk.
"Don't overthink it. I just wanted to get my drink sooner."
"Sure... That's why you are gripping my hip like I might disappear?"
Crow indeed was holding too tightly, pressing nails in the fabric. She relaxed and pulled away, putting small distance between them. But it only made Reist grin more.
"I knew somewhere deep, deep, deep in that lil' dark soul of yours," He continued with so pleased tone, that Nesi had fight the urge to punch him. "You care about me."
"Me? About you? Don't make me laugh." Elf scoffed, looking away, mostly to hide the truth in the eyes. Obviously, such weak answer didn't convince the qunari.
"Is that so? Well then. That guy was rather cute. I should go and-"
"No." Word slipped out before she could stop it. Too honest and too fast.
"Are you sure? Cause if you aren't interested, I can look for someone else. Surely many people would like to spend evening with me." He tried to walk away but Crow put a hand on his chest.
"If you didn't forget, tonight you are here with me. Just me." Nesi said dangerously low, raising eyes on the man. But the bastard didn't flinch and his smirk didn't wiver.
"Okay, okay. I got it. You like me, you feel jealous, it happens." On that Nesiriel bristled like a cat, splashed with water.
"What?! I don't like you! And I definitely wasn't jealous! And-"
Her new protest died against Reist's lips. Man leaned down and pulled Crow closer. He kissed her thoughtfully, until Nesi's shoulders relaxed. In the exact same moment, qunari broke the kiss, smirking down at her.
"Now... If we dealt with it, we can continue celebrating. Come along."
Shadow walked past her with drinks. Nesi looked at his back few moments longer before shaking her head and following, hoping that big bastard didn't notice small smile that couldn't left her face.
To be honest, this part of Nesi's lore layed on my table for a while. Day six seemed like a perfect opportunity to show it.
Now, to trigger warnings: multiple murders, a LOT of blood, attempt to murder a child.
A roof was quiet at night. Treviso was surprisingly calm beside few noises here and there. Elf will miss it. This town became her home over these years, gave her comfort and pain, friends and enemies. And it made her strong enough to fullfil the mission.
Someone landed behind her on the roof. Barely audible steps, followed by rustle of clothes.
"Fillip, seniore Ciro, you came." She said, turning to face two men.
"How could I miss it?" Older man was smiling widely, but Crow noticed how forced it was. He gave her a paper with tensed hand. "Teia sighed the Contract. You are good to go, but she asked you to reconsider it."
"You can thank her for me." Nesiriel answered, putting the paper in the bag. Elf raised her head, meeting eyes of an old friend.
"You don't have to do it." De Riva said carefully.
"No, Fillip. I must do it," Nesiriel looked at him for a moment. His worried soft look always made her reconsider things, and she didn't need it right now. "Did you get what I asked?"
"Here," Crow looked conflicted but handed her the small bottle. "It's strong enough to make papercut deadly."
"Excellent." She nodded and hand him a stack of carefully tacked letters. Last words to the people she's leaving behind. "I wrote names and where you can find them. And... Here's letters for you and senior Ciro. If I don't come back-"
"I won't open my letter," Fillip's voice was surprisingly stern. "Because you'll come back and we will burn them together." The forever optimist.
Nesi couldn't hold back the urge and cut the distance between them, wrapping arms around friend's neck. In a few seconds strong arms pulled elf closer, almost crushing her. She could feel that Fillip is as sad as she is. Maybe scared too. But she has a target and it needed to be Illiminated.
Soon another pair of arms wrapped around them. Crow catch the familiar scent of wine from the old mentor.
"Please, come back," Ciro whispered. Nesi wasn't sure when was the last time she heard such panic in his voice. "Who'll drag me out of troubles if not you?"
"Why do you think our Warden friend is looking after you?" She chuckled quietly, giving him a hug too. "Thank you. For giving me home. I hope I paid back for all you did to me."
"You were never in debt to me," He let out a shaky breath and quickly let go, turning away. But woman still saw how he pressed hand to eyes. "Just... Be careful. And come back soon."
"Farewell, senior Ciro." Nesi put on a mask and left the rooftop.
--
Nesiriel needed some time to find there they lived these days. Thankfully, Fillip dig some information and managed to give her a location.
A new house in Minrathous. White, grand and in centre. It must be nice to gave a mage daughter, who brought family not only fame but also a profit.
Nesiriel paused on the rooftop across from the house. Night wind ruffled her hair, but dark eyes didn't close for a second, staring at people across.
Perfect view in the window of the dining room. Happy family of three people. Laughing, eating, enjoying life and wealth. Elf's lips curled in scowl.
They probably didn't even remember her or her mama. Not a problem, she calmed herself, making hands on the poisoned weapon relax.
She'll make sure to remind them. And then strike when realisation mix with a horror in their eyes.
"Just a bit longer, mama... I'm almost done." Nesi whispered into nowhere. She was never the one to pray or believe in the afterlife. But deep inside she hoped that her mother is watching. That she will see how killers paid for her death.
With light steps, she jumped from one roof to another and moved, sliding like a shadow over the walls, down to the dining room.
Two guards next to the front door downstairs, few patrolling in corridors, two in the dining. And a mage. Tough, but Nesiriel was ready. She has more knives then ever, all waiting to stab and tear into enemies.
A long sigh left the Crow as she pulled down the mask, looking like a beak of a bird. It was time.
First knife flew across the room and teared in the neck of the first guard. Family paused their dinner, everyone look in shock at soldier who fell on the floor trying to stop the blood, coughing and bubbling some words. Before the second guard had time to pull out his sword, elf's dagger nailed right between his eyes. His back hit the wall and he slowly kneeled before falling on the floor.
Madame Clemena raised trembling hands to the face. Her eyes, wide in horror, run around the room, from one dead body to another. She was breathing fast, like a rabbit, who was feeling how the wolf getting closer and closer.
"Don't scream, or it'll be worst for you." Nesiriel whispered in her ear. Woman gasped but out of her mouth flew only "A-" before sharp knife slit her throat.
In one moment, bright blood splashed on beautifully decorated table. Woman tried to press hands on the wound, but it was too late. Blood quickly run down her hands, on the expensive dress, turning light fabric into dark and wet. Finally, madame Clemena stretched her arms forward husband and daughter before falling face down on the plate.
Nesiriel coldly looked down at her through the mask, before black orbs raised and stopped on the merchant.
"Who- Who the hell are you?!!" The man, who looked terrifying when she was little, now looked like a scared pig, who saw a butcher with an axe and knew that this is it's last minutes on earth.
"Eighteen years ago two slaves run away from you," Nesiriel's voice was cold and calm despite chaos around. Nerina, the merchant's daughter hurried to the mother, shaking her dead body. Crow moved with slow, measured steps, cornering old master to the wall. He looked around with growing panic, trying to find a way away from the assasin. "A mother and her daughter. Elves." That finally got his attention. Man's eyes snapped at her, widening in shock and disbelief.
"No... No, you were dead. I made sure of that!"
"Marius, you're mistaking me with my mother..." Crow hummed, taking off her mask. It fell on the floor with quiet noise. The room was silent, besides for the sobs of Nerina near her mother. Merchant stopped breathing for a few seconds. Enough for Nesiriel to press a dagger to his fat neck. "Or perhaps, you'll remember me if I call you Master?"
"You... You are that girl! The one that hurt Nerina!" He quickly closed his mouth when cold metal pressed deeper into the skin. A line of blood slowly run down under his collar.
"Hurt her? No, Master... I only protected my mother. Your spoiled brat, however... She made me her plaything. Isn't it right, young mistress?" Young mage finally teared red eyes from the corpse and stared at an assasin, trying to wrap her mind around the situation.
"You... The girl slave?"
"You don't even remember our names?" Nesiriel scowled, but quickly calm herself. "Never mind. You'll never forget now." And cut the throat of the merchant in one movement.
"NO!" Nerina shouted. Wave of magical icicles flew at the Crow. The woman quickly bend, hiding behind the chair. But ice magic managed to destroy the wood, so Nesiriel moved away from the range of the spell, throwing a knife while she changed location.
Luckily, blade cut woman's arm and she gasped, holding the bleeding wound.
"Guards! Guards, help!"
Two man burst into the room. Crow only narrower her eyes before moving swiftly forward them. She avoided one blade and stabbed man under the chin. But the second one, managed to cut her side. Assasin cursed and cut his hand before putting dagger in the head.
Nesiriel clutched her side, but before she could react, wall of ice hit her and pushed to the window.
"Elven rat! I'll kill you! I'll kill you so slowly, you'll beg for the death!" Crow spit blood on the floor, unbothered by squils of a spoiled rich girl.
"Shut up already." Nesiriel scowled and charged forward. Mage screamed in rage and send unspeakable amount of ice her way. Elf managed to dodge almost all of them, but few cut her and two nailing in her arm and leg. She stumbled but raised, panting and glaring at Nerina, like a tired but hungry wolf. Icicle stuck in the left arm, but Crow only gritted her teeth and pushed forward again.
"Monster... You are monsters!" Young woman screamed, making Crow wince.
"Funny... I used to think the same about you." Mage attacked again, but elf avoided new spells and before Nerina could blink, Nesiriel's knife was in her chest. She only opened and closed her mouth, like a fish gutted while still alive. Assasin pressed harder, listening how blood is starting to bubble in enemy's throat.
"I waited so long for this," Nesiriel whispered in the ear of shaking woman. "Even before you murdered my mama. Every time you beat me or punish... I wanted nothing more than to stab you in the heart." Elf pulled away, hoping to see terror and panic, but found that woman's eyes were somewhere over her shoulder. Assasin quickly turned, seeing an elder woman, who stood terrified in the door.
"Lucius... Hide... Him..." Nerina managed to say through the blood in her mouth. Crow's dark eyes snapped back at her. Fillip didn't warn her about fourth person. But if he was a part of this family, he needed to be destroyed.
Elf quickly slit the throat of Nerina and hurried after the slave. Adrenaline still was drumming in the ears, silencing the pain from wounds. At least for now.
Elder woman tried to close the door in some room, but Nesiriel pushed her away and burst into... Baby's room.
Her eyes paused on the portrait on the wall. Nerina, merchant, his wife and... An infant. Finally, elf noticed the cradle near the window. She slowly approach, looking inside with caution. A baby boy in it was laying with wide open eyes. He giggled and reached arms torward stranger. Nesiriel looked at him, horrified and confused.
Lucius... Was a baby? She couldn't do it. She can't. Still, the last reminder of this cursed family must be destroyed. Even if he was an infant. Nesiriel slowly raised her last dagger.
Suddenly a slave pushed her on the side, trying to take the weapon.
"Please! Please, he just a baby! He didn't do anything!"
"He might!" Elf snapped, kicking woman away. A hand with a dagger raised above the infant again. "He might seek revenge when he's older. He might... He..."
She wasn't sure if it was a blood loss or big green eyes what made her pause. A baby giggled and reached tiny arms for her again. Crow scowled and raised a weapon higher. She felt how arm trembled. Just do it, coward. One hit, child won't feel anything.
Suddenly, weak arms grabbed her cape.
"Please, miss! I'll take him away! He won't learn anything! Just, please, don't kill him!" Old slave begged. In the dim light of candles, Nesiriel noticed tears in her eyes.
She suddenly remembered how her mother had same eyes, looking at her hand, which mistress wiped to give her a lesson.
A clothed hand gripped a dagger tighter. Then she lowered it.
"Grab him and go," elf didn't recognise her own voice. Low and tired. "You can take whatever money you find in the house."
Woman quickly raised and grabbed the infant, cradling him close to the chest.
"Thank you... Thank you, miss..."
Nesiriel ignored her words, getting out through the window. She hurried away, in case someone called the soldiers.
She wasn't sure how long she was running. Limps started to feel heavy, head dizzy. Blood loss, Nesi thought, supporting weight with a hand on the wall.
Elf slowly lowered herself, leaning back to the white wall, which now was stained with blood. Nesi raised her arm, trying to keep blurry vision on the wounds. Ice magic disappeared and opened them. Venhedis. No wonder she was losing blood so fast.
Woman let out a shaky breath. She can't get to an Eluvian like this. It was the end... But she wasn't afraid. The mission of her life was done, will and last words safe with Fillip...
Small smile formed on Nesi's face as she slowly closed her eyes.
"Mama... I'm coming to you..." Elf whispered, feeling how her mind slowly drifting away. It's all end soon.
So, amazing @amoaliquis posted day two with the same topic and it made my obsession with Reist and "the freaks" return. And then I saw his curls
And wrote this. I hope someone will enjoy it
Nesiriel Cantori - mine, Reist - @ amoaliquis
Diamond didn't sleep at night. Some players still throw their cards on the table, drinking and sharing secrets.
Above it, some Crows didn't sleep either. They moved, like shadows, out and in the casino. One of them was Nesiriel, who returned from the successful contract. If she was honest, she was tired and wanted nothing more than to give the report and leave to her room where she can sleep peacefully for Maker knows how long.
She walked past the couch but then stopped abruptly.
No. Impossible. She definitely was hallucinating. No way he managed to get here.
Nesi quickly turned and looked at the body on the couch again.
Yes. Definitely Reist. Sleeping in Cantori Diamond. In the place where he is definitely shouldn't be.
"Reist. Reist. What the hell are you doing here?" Elf poked his back with a scowl. Man only murmured something in the sleep, waving hand at her, like she was an annoying fly. Nesiriel took a deep breath and then she catched it. Blend into familiar scent of Reist... Alcohol. That explains how he managed to fall asleep so easily, while being surrounded by professional assasins. Didn't explain who let him in.
"Dear Maker... How no one killed you yet?"
"Loic and Senka helped..." Crow looked down at qunari with surprise. She was sure he was too wasted to talk. But this bastard never fail to surprise her. "Then Sen let me sleep here..." Reist said with a happy smile. "I knew she likes me."
"Doubt that was the case," Nesi scoffed. Well, if Senka didn't mind this mess staying here, elf didn't plan to argue. But it won't hurt to look after him a bit.
She jumped over back of couch, settling down next to Reist. With arms crossed losely, she leaned back, relaxing. "Go back to sleep."
"Aw, Ness... Worrying about me?" Man practically purred, but Crow gave him a sharp look.
"I'm not. Just don't want to give anyone else a chance to stab you."
"Aren't you cute?"
"You're drunk."
"And you are cute."
Nesi had to take another deep breath. She glared down at the qunari, only to find that he closed eyes again and was smiling like a drunk idiot. Worst thing was, that elf thought that he looks rather nice like that. She almost throw up from such thought, quickly pushing it away.
To distract herself, Nesiriel started looking at the man, until her eyes stopped at his bun, now more messy than before. Some unruly hair at the nape of his neck fell out of the bun, curling. Crow reached without thinking and gently twirled them. Reist only hummed in his sleep, so elf continued.
Her sharp nails lightly scratched the nape and fingers twirled curls, gently tugging now and then. Hair were soft, she knew they'll be, but it still surprised her how softer and cleaner their were, compared to hers.
All her tiredness disappeared somewhere, while Nesi played with qunari's hair. Before the sunrise, on Reist's head already were several braids and small flowers. The place near him on the couch was empty, except for the bird's feather.
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I laughed while writing this one. Dialogue-heavy, but worth it.
Reist... Reist, Reist. Showing up and causing problems. But hey, he introduces Lo and Sen, so that's uh, something?
Ready to go unhinged? We're gonna sprinkle in a little bit of couch and a whole lotta regret.
Guest Appearance - @zennihilation's Hot Mess Dumpster Fire Juan. Thank you for letting them show up and show out.
Couch Height
@rookappreciationweek
Work under the cut for those without AO3 access!
“I’M HEEEEERE!”
The slurred declaration ricocheted through the Cantori Diamond, echoing off stone and glass with reckless abandon.
Heads turned as one. Hands drifted instinctively toward waiting blades as the assembled Crows took in the sight of a swaying Qunari weaving his way across the catwalk, followed several paces behind by a severe-looking elf whose expression suggested he was already regretting every decision that had led him here.
“Liiiiiittle Biiiird,” the horned man bellowed, his voice carrying across the hall and rebounding from the sheer drop below. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
Reist reached the edge of the catwalk and promptly pitched forward. His fall lasted all of half a second before a pair of steady hands seized the back of his shirt and hauled him upright again.
“Hey!” he protested immediately, twisting around with visible offense, trying to dislodge the hand. “Watch the shirt.”
He brushed at the fabric as though it had been grievously insulted.
“Fine linen. I had to sleep with the damned Dyer’s Guild Master to get this exact shade of blue. It cost more than…”
“Reist. Stop talking.”
The deep, measured command cut cleanly through the Qunari’s drunken blustering, brooking no argument. The hand fisted in the back of his shirt hauled him away from the ledge before releasing him, perhaps a touch less gently than necessary.
“Did you truly just lead me into what appears to be an extremely dangerous situation?” Loïc asked, his gaze sweeping across the gathered onlookers. “Because I seem to count a rather alarming number of Antivan Crows glaring at us.”
Reist smirked, one brow arching as he took in the ring of watchful faces.
“Dangerous? Me? That's not my style.”
He paused, narrowing his eyes as though sorting through a particularly difficult puzzle.
“Loïc, was it? Look, Lo, I know we just met, but you're going to have to trust me.”
Spinning in a broad, theatrical circle, he flung his arms wide and once again drifted far too close to the edge. Several Crows visibly tensed.
“These lovely people aren't going to hurt us.”
His grin widened, utterly unbothered.
“Of that, I am at least moderately confident.”
He turned back toward the rotunda, silver eyes tracking the encroaching assassins. None of them seemed familiar; no names, no faces worth committing to memory. Perhaps it was time to deploy a little charm. Reist cleared his throat, preparing to smooth ruffled feathers into something marginally less murderous, when a smaller, distinctly familiar figure caught his eye.
“You!”
He pointed dramatically, grin sharpening with recognition.
“I know you. Or... I think I know you. You have one of those faces that lives somewhere in the haze.” His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
“Aren't you the kid I saw with Little Bird? Hard to forget the braid. And the fire.” He snapped his fingers. “There was definitely fire. Possibly a knife. Maybe a fist. Honestly, the middle of a bar fight is where my memory starts getting foggy.”
The offended Crow stepped forward, brown eyes narrowing into a glare.
“And just who the fuck are you?”
Reist placed a hand against his chest, looking genuinely wounded.
“Then perhaps we haven't officially met.” He flashed a dazzling smile. “I assure you, you'd remember if we had," he drawled, bowing dramatically as one foot slipped alarmingly close to the edge of the catwalk. “Reist Mercar. Pleasure."
He straightened and gestured broadly toward the elven man standing a few feet behind him.
“And this rather stoic fellow is…”
Before the fool could make matters worse, Loïc stepped forward.
“Loïc Ingellvar. Of the Mourn Watch.”
“Like I was going to say,” Reist snapped, throwing up his hands in drunken exasperation. “This is Loïc, who is, apparently, an impatient bastard.”
The Crow ignored Reist entirely, turning instead toward the elf whom they had already decided was the more reasonable half of the pair.
“Well, Loïc,” they drawled, in a tone steeped in profound boredom, “since you chose to follow this idiot, you've found yourself standing in the Cantori Diamond, headquarters of the Antivan Crows.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of their mouth, “So yes. You are in a dangerous situation.”
The atmosphere shifted then, and Loïc felt it before he consciously identified it. A subtle current stirred beneath the Crow's words, prickling against his senses like static before a storm, and the air itself seemed to tighten.
Magic.
He had spent far too much of his life surrounded by mages, spirits, and the dead not to recognize that sensation. He kept his posture relaxed, but his attention sharpened immediately as several nearby assassins began to reposition themselves; whatever came next was unlikely to improve the situation.
“And that guy’s already pissed me off,” the Crow said flatly, jerking a thumb toward Reist without even looking at him. “I see no reason we shouldn’t simply kill you both now for wandering somewhere you’re neither wanted nor known.”
“Understandable if extreme, and I don’t fault you for that,” Loïc replied evenly, raising both hands in a placating gesture. “But please understand,” he continued, voice steady, “this man is not my friend. I met him in a tavern tonight. He was already drunk, already loud, and boasting about a bird and some kind of gold.”
He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.
“He then insisted this was where he would find both. I have no idea what he’s talking about.” Gaze flicking briefly toward Reist, Loïc kept his tone soothing. “But he is clearly in no condition to be wandering unsupervised. Frankly, I suspect that without me, he would have been run through within the hour.”
“So you think.” Reist scoffed.
The icy glare Loïc shot his way only made him laugh; sharp and unbothered.
The Crow’s attention flicked between the two men, visibly reassessing the situation.
“Look, kid,” Reist drawled, suddenly straightening and taking charge. The drunken swagger didn’t vanish so much as snap into something more deliberate, annoyance sharpening the edges of his grin. “For starters, I’m offended you think I need supervision.”
He jabbed a thumb toward Loïc.
“Second, I came all this way just to see Little Bird, and I am not leaving until someone tells me where she is.”
“Call me ‘kid’ one more time,” the Crow bristled, “and let’s see how that goes for you.”
Reist shrugged, slow and careless. “Then I suppose you’d better tell me what to call you.”
“I won't tell you a damned thing. You earn that privilege,” the Crow shot at him coldly.
“Gods! Are all you Crows so damned difficult and theatrical?” Reist snapped, a low growl of annoyance threading through the words. “I am just looking for Little Bird. I know she’s here. She damn well has to be.”
He jabbed a finger into the air, as if accusing the entire building. “You know her. Beautiful elven woman. Tongue sharper than steel. Blue eyes, that piercing sort of gaze, dark hair, all…”
He trailed off, hands lifting to frame his own face in an unhelpful, vaguely dramatic mimicry of hair that made Loïc groan beside him.
“There’s a scar on her cheek. Tiny little thing. Full of piss.”
The Crow’s eyes narrowed. Something in their expression shifted; subtle, almost imperceptible, but unmistakably amused.
“Little Bird?” they echoed. “You keep saying that like I should know who that is.”
Reist huffed, folding his arms, “Yeah. That’s what I said. Little Bird.” He nodded once, emphatic, as if repetition itself should solve the problem.“Senka, damn it. I’m talking about Senka.”
The moment the name left his mouth, the Crow’s gaze sharpened, calculating now, interest cutting clean through the amusement.
Then, slowly, they smirked.
“You call…” the Crow murmured, almost delighted. “Oh, this is too fucking perfect. Senka, huh? House de Riva? Yeah. I know her.”
Reist straightened instantly. “Good. Then where is she?”
The Crow’s grin widened, ignoring his question. “Name’s Juan.”
Reist blinked once. “A bit late for the introduction, don’t you think? I thought we were past that part... Well then, Jjjjuuuaaannnn…” he drawled, rolling the name slowly, exaggeratedly, like tasting something sour. “I would very much like to see Little Bird. So, hop to it, or whatever it is you Crows do.”
Juan’s smile didn’t falter; it only sharpened.
Loïc took a subtle step back, hands inching toward his blade. If the fool Qunari had no sense of self-preservation, he would be left on his own.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, little buddy!” Reist smirked, somehow managing to pick up on the whiff of imminent danger. “I just need…”
Whatever disaster was about to unfold was cut short by a smooth, dry voice edged in unmistakable irritation.
“Reist Mercar. Mind telling me what you’re doing here?”
Reist’s head snapped toward the sound, and a grin spread across his face before he’d fully located its source.
“There she is,” he said brightly, almost pleased with himself. “The one and only. My Little Bird. Senka de Riva,” he added, as if presenting a long-awaited prize, gaze locked onto her at last, “Don’t look now, but it seems I’ve found your perch.”
Smug satisfaction oozed from Reist, entirely unbothered by the blades, the tension, or the fact that half the room looked seconds away from deciding whether they wanted to redecorate the floor with his blood.
“You have done no such thing, Reist,” Senka said coolly. “It’s the Diamond. Not exactly a secret in Treviso. And you had better be here to return the gold you owe me.”
As she passed within arm’s reach of Juan, the Crow couldn’t resist leaning in, voice pitched just low enough to carry.
“Little Bird, little bird, let me innnnn,” they sang under their breath.
Without breaking stride, Senka’s eyes cut sideways in warning.
“Say one more word,” she said softly, “and you won’t live to see tomorrow, Diablito.”
Juan laughed, entertained. "Promises, promises." They tossed one last glance at Loïc and Reist before wandering off in search of Lucas. Sen could handle whatever fuckery had found her. That much they knew.
Brushing past her fellow Crow without ceremony, Senka’s gaze locked onto the figure she didn’t recognize. There was something in his posture, too controlled, too measured for the chaos threatening to erupt around him, that caught her attention.
Ignoring Reist entirely, she came abreast of the elven man and inclined her chin slightly, meeting his eyes.
Strikingly vivid green met hers. Shoulders back. Jaw tight.
Hm.
Senka did not look away, yet the man held her gaze, steady and unflinching in a way most people very quickly learned was either foolish or provocative.
He didn’t reach for a weapon. Didn’t shift his stance, but she saw it anyway: The calculation beneath the stillness. Weight distribution. Exits. Angles. Outcomes already being mapped. Crow thinking.
And yet, he was most certainly not a Crow.
Interesting..
Behind her, Reist was still talking, something about “finding” her like she was a misplaced object on a shelf. She ignored him entirely.
“Name,” she said at last.
Not a question. A requirement.
Loïc’s eyes flicked once toward Reist; brief, tired, more resigned than concerned, before returning to her.
“Loïc Ingellvar,” he answered evenly. “Mourn Watch.”
That earned a shift in her demeanor, recognition dawning as a category slotted into place: necromantic discipline, Watcher order, someone more accustomed to the dead than the living. Senka tilted her head slightly, considering him. “You’re not a Crow.”
“No.”
“That’s unfortunate,” she said, as though noting a minor inconvenience rather than issuing a verdict. “Because you’re standing in the Cantori Diamond beside a man who is actively trying to die in a very public way.”
Reist scoffed, staggering a step toward them, outrage sharpening his expression. “I am not!”
“Quiet.”
“Quiet.”
Senka and Loïc spoke at the same time, both heads turning in unison toward the Qunari.
Reist froze for half a heartbeat, then his grin widened, bright with delight.
“Oh,” he said softly. “That’s new.”
The silence that followed was immediate and heavy.
Senka’s eyes flicked to Loïc first, measuring. Then the corner of her mouth lifted just enough to suggest she was thoroughly amused.
Loïc, for his part, looked as though he was considering whether the universe had developed a sense of humor specifically at his expense.
Reist leaned in between them without invitation, throwing an arm casually around Senka’s shoulders.
“You two are doing great, by the way,” he said brightly. “Very synchronized. Very intimate. Should I give you a moment, or are we still pretending I’m not in mortal danger?”
Senka didn’t look at him.
Loïc did.
“You,” Senka said at last, tone flattening as she finally angled a brow toward Reist, “are going to stop speaking.”
Reist blinked, drunken breath fanning her cheek. “That sounds like a challenge, Little Bird.”
“It isn’t.”
“It kind of feels like one.”
Loïc exhaled through his nose, a quiet, restrained sound that might have been amusement if it weren’t so carefully contained.
“For what it’s worth,” he said to Senka, “I would also recommend he stop speaking.”
Senka’s gaze slid back to him for a beat before she actually chuckled. “We agree. Good.”
Reist gasped. “Traitors. Both of you.”
He planted his hands on his hips in wounded indignation, only to immediately rock back on his heels and drift a fraction too close to the ledge.
“The fool is going to fall,” Senka observed dryly, already moving, “and should he die, I would prefer it be intentional, and at the end of my blade, rather than something so absurdly accidental.”
Both she and Loïc reached for him at the same time, grabbing fabric and arm and hauling him back onto solid ground.
Reist stumbled, offended. “I had it under control.”
Senka released him immediately. “You did not.”
“I absolutely did.”
“You were one breath away from becoming a cautionary tale,” Loïc added evenly.
Reist looked between them, then down at the floor as though it had personally betrayed him.
“Rude,” he muttered.
Senka stepped closer, finally giving him her full attention again, blue eyes sharp as a blade’s edge. "I need you to focus. You came into the Cantori Diamond,” she said, “yelling my name, insulting my people, and nearly throwing yourself into the abyss.”
She took a deep breath. “I appreciate you trying to save me the effort,” she added impassively, “but what in the hell are you doing here?”
Reist blinked at her, as though the answer should have been obvious.
“I told you,” he said. “I’m looking for you.”
Senka’s expression didn’t change. “That is not an answer.”
“It is,” he replied, “if you don’t like complicated ones.”
Loïc shifted slightly at Reist’s side, pinching the bridge of his nose with a quiet groan that suggested he was beginning to understand why certain spirits preferred silence.
Senka didn’t look away. “Start again,” she demanded.
Reist sighed dramatically, as if burdened by the sheer cruelty of being asked to be coherent.
“Fine,” he said. “Short version? Someone told me you were here. I had business in Treviso anyway. Then I heard a rumor. Then I followed the rumor. Then I followed the rumor that followed the rumor. And now,” he gestured vaguely at the room, the assassins, the tension, the height and deadly drop, “here we are. I found you.”
Senka stared, “…You broke into a Crow stronghold,” she said slowly, “because of rumors?”
Reist nodded once, satisfied. “Yes.”
Loïc let out a quiet breath. “That is… impressively unstructured thinking.”
“Thank you,” Reist said, mistaking it for praise.
Senka rubbed her temple once. Perhaps it would simply be more efficient to kill the idiot now and recover the gold he owed her afterward.
“And Loïc?” she asked. “Where does he fit into your rumor-based catastrophe?”
Reist blinked, the question itself mildly offensive. “Oh, him?” He jerked a thumb back toward Loïc. “I found him in a tavern.”
Loïc exhaled slowly through his nose.“That is not an accurate framing of events,” he said evenly.
“It is exactly what happened,” Reist insisted. “He was there. I was there. He looked like he had never made a bad decision in his life, and I thought…”
“You didn’t think,” Loïc countered, gaze flat and thoroughly unconvinced.
Reist placed a hand over his chest in mock offense. “I damned well did think.”
Senka watched the exchange in silence, still as stone, trying to determine whether this was a coordinated act of stupidity or a natural disaster that had somehow learned to speak.
Reist continued, undeterred, “Anyway, I thought: that one looks competent enough to keep me from falling off things.”
Loïc’s eyes narrowed a fraction, “You planned to fall off of things. Really? You're full of...”
Reist opened his mouth.
“Don’t,” both Senka and Loïc said at once.
Reist paused, then sighed. “This is oppression.”
Senka stepped closer again, cutting clean through the bickering.
“So,” she said, tone sharpening, “you dragged a stranger from a tavern, brought him into Crow territory… and what? He just followed you in willingly?”
Her eyes flicked to Loïc, disappointed.
Loïc held her gaze. “I objected. Repeatedly.”
Reist nodded enthusiastically. “He did! He objected very politely.”
She turned back to Reist, chin lifting a fraction, her tone sharpening into something sweetly venomous. “So. You’re here now, Reist. What exactly can the Crows do for you?”
Reist opened his mouth, and Loïc shifted half a step, like a man bracing for impact. Miraculously, the qunari paused and squinted, as if genuinely trying to locate the correct answer somewhere in the fog of alcohol and poor decisions.
“I’m here,” he said slowly, “because I was told you were here.”
Senka rolled her eyes, “Yes. That has already been established. Several times.”
Reist nodded, as though pleased they were making progress. “Right. Yes. Good. So we agree on the facts.”
“We do not,” Loïc muttered.
Reist ignored him. “And I needed to find you because I have,” he gestured vaguely at the air, as if the concept might be floating there, “a situation.”
Senka’s brow lifted a fraction. “A situation?”
“Yes.”
Loïc exhaled slowly. “This is going to be good.”
Reist scoffed and leaned down toward Senka, the answer seeming self-evident, yet it was as if she was refusing to keep pace.
“I need a couch to sleep on. I’m too drunk to remember where I sleep.”
The silence that followed was immediate and absolute.
Senka looked up at him for a long moment, expression unreadable. Then she glanced past him, briefly, to Loïc.
Loïc shook his head, “Don't look at me. I have no idea what he's thinking.”
Senka’s attention returned to Reist.
“You broke into the Cantori Diamond,” she said slowly, “yelled my name in front of my colleagues, insulted at least one of them, nearly fell to your death, and now you are asking for lodging. Did I get that right?”
Reist nodded, as though this were a perfectly reasonable summary. “Yes.”
Senka stepped closer as her eyes narrowed, but something faint and unwillingly amused flickered behind them.
“There are safer places to sleep,” she insisted.
Reist brightened immediately. “Great. Lead the way.”
“…and other places where you survive long enough to regret your choices,” she added, offhand.
Reist blinked, “That just sounded like a ‘yes’ with extra steps.”
Loïc pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, it did not.”
Senka’s mouth twitched. These two were proving to be endlessly entertaining in the worst possible way.
“Fine,” she said at last, glaring up at the fool. “One couch. One night. And if you break anything, insult anyone else, or fall off anything taller than a chair, I will not intervene.”
Reist bowed gallantly, somehow managing to keep his balance for once. “Understood,” he said. “I will only insult people at chair height.”
“This is going to end poorly,” Loïc muttered, almost to himself.
a bit late but here's the second day!! love my Trevellian siblings and how they have to save the world again and again and again (their cousin Hawk had to do it too)
Questions for the ask can be found here and they were created by wonderful @stormemes11 ❤️ ty for this
And ty everyone for wonderful questions!
Answers under the cut
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Red 1: What is the easiest way to make your OC angry?
Nesi - be annoying. Talk a lot, distract her from the task. Few minutes and you'll see how quickly she can pull out a knife
Baltasar - he's very calm, but when someone is treating his siblings poorly, it can get on his nerves.
Akim - talk about blood magic or use of it. Nothing makes him anger faster than the slightest mention about the blood magic.
Purple 1: What is one of your OC’s biggest dreams and do they believe that dream will come true?
Nesi - it might sound sad, but she doesn't have a dream. Nesi has one goal - get revenge. But once it done... Maybe she'll have to stop and think what else she wants.
Baltasar - he wants his own orphanage. For now, he is only looking out for some kids on streets and building a budget. Bal really optimistic about it, hoping that one day he'll create a home for many young souls.
Akim - he dreams to see his children bright future. He might not be able too, but he is doing everything in his power to live long enough for it.
@apothe-cary
Yellow 2: How energetic is your OC?
Bal - I would say medium? He isn't as active as Hol, but he isn't slow either.
White 7: Does your OC enjoy the simple pleasures? Are they satisfied with the bare minimum?
Nesi - yes, pretty much. She knows what life can end any day, so Nesiriel enjoys little things around her. Birds flying, tasty breakfast, calm talk and nice scent.
Pink 6: Does your OC have a favorite flower? If so, what is it?
Akim - he really likes dandelions. They combine everything he respects - they are bright, stubborn, grow almost anywhere and in the end of the life, they can fly whenever wind takes them.
@redaresss
Green 1: Does your OC get jealousy easily?
Nesi - not really. If she manages to find a partner and she is sure in their loyalty, then sure. She is chilling nearby, maybe even teasing partner like "oh, I think poor thing wanted to give you a number... Do you think I scared her off?"
Pink 5: Does your OC believe in soulmates? Have they ever thought someone was their soulmate?
Bal - despite being a softie, he not really romantic person and he doesn't believe in soulmates. Sure, he would love to find the other half one day, but he doesn't think that some person was his from the moment of birth. Baltasar prefers to think he has the will over his decision.
@a-mumbling-nerd
Blue 2: Is your OC comfortable letting others see them cry?
Nesi - Definitely no. She rarely cries, for Nesi it is pointless waste of water in the body. But if something (or someone) managed to make her cry, she'll hide until calm down.
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love disheveled Aurelian ^^ look at my pathetic sad man
on the second is my idea how he got in the team in the new season. Merlin took him out of the prison (under their supervision ofc and with magical chains) so man could work as a punishment for everything he has done
maaaybe i draw it to put Aurelian on the leash. who knows
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