KiyoRed

Hello. I go by Kiyo or Red. This account is for writing and the occasional unhinged/420 post. Also to share my slowly growing Rook collections Overall welcome to my cave.

Everything Zea Thorne

Pictures, art, and fic about my first OC, Zea.

Everything Ulrike Ingellvar

A WIP of my new OC, Ulrike

This will be updated as I go. Currently obsessed with Dragon age veilguard so you must deal.

Here are fics not related to either rooks but just a generic rook.

Extinguished Flame (Finished)

A short piece that popped in my head at 3am. Dark with a major death. A one shot.

Varies writing challenges

Bare Bone Answers for both

Piping hot answers for both

Tag list post for those that would like to be tagged in the random things

Thank you @woundedsoul12 and @kogarashi-art for the tag. At first I wasn't sure if I had anything to share. (The dreaded self doubt of I annoy people and no one wants to see cause you post too much) Then I thought about some more and I think I have something worthy to share. So I work backwards, tis the way my life and brain works, and I'm still picking away at Zea and Emmrichs relationship. I just love them.

"I've always loved the legend around this flower." Emmrich began as he plucked a white flora with blue in it's center. "They say it grows on lovers graves. and that one moves closer to the fade simply by inhaling it's fragrance." Rook took a slow, deep inhale. Subtly scents yet sweet.

"Is that true?" Rook asked looking up at him.

"It is when I will it, my dear." The way his voice dropped made her core catch fire. Cheeks flushed as her breath hitched in her throat.

There was no way she was leaving the garden without tasting him. A flash of green as he waved those sublime hands, the single flower evaporated into white petals that floated away into a mist. She grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. He obliged by leaning in further. Grateful to not have to bend to far down as Rook was taller than most of his past partners.

The closer he leaned, the quicker her heart raced. She wasn't nervous. She was thrilled and that thrill burst into multi-levels of pleasures when his lips finally graced hers.

One more for rook week?

So I did this one in a reblog but I wanted to make a separate post

so thank you @shadowknight19kay @vishantikaffar @jenn2d2 @kogarashi-art and @sorcerousadventurer

and yea not surprised

I have no plans with this. It was sitting in my wip folder of stupid ideas that popped up at 3am. I may or may not have been high myself when this thought happened but I couldn't get the image out of my head.

so here ye be. Something I wrote, I think last year?

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Emmrich awoke to find Zea side of the bed warmth fading. A sign she had been up for a while. Throwing on his green silk robe and slippers he ventured out of the bedroom in search of his beloved.

As he entered the library, a faint earthy smell hit his nose. A smell he instantly recognized. As a professor he couldn't tell you how many times he caught students smoking near very flammable materials. Giving little care about the subsistence  and more for protecting the ancient materials.

Following the scent that led to the courtyard. Growing stronger the closer he got. The doors swung open and he saw nothing immediately out of the ordinary.

"Hey handsome." A sultry, clearly inebriated voice was heard from above. He looked towards the statue, a pair of hands sticking from the ground and there she was hanging partially in the palm of one as the rest of her hung out in the air, upside down. Her limbs tangled in the fingers.

Emmrichs eyes bulged at the sight, how in all the fade did she manage to get up there? He rushed over to her, shocked and worried for her safety. 

"My word. Darling are you alright? How did you-"

"She climbed " came a voice below him. Davrin was on the floor leaning against the base of the statue, eyes blood shot. "I hoisted her, of course."

"A team effort. Like us going against the gods."  Zea sat up with a gasp and jumped down clumsily, much to Emmrichs dismay. "What if we got the gods high? Maybe that's all they needed was a good smoke sess." She grabbed Emmrich by the shoulders, eyes as blood shot as Davrins and wide as if she had just discovered the secrets of the fade.

Emmrichs eyes darted from his wide beloved and the sound asleep Davrin hunched over on the floor. 

“Darling, how high are you?”

“No, Em it’s hi, how are you?” Emmrich stared at her in amused disbelief. 

So remember the April fools Rook Wednesday question? I wanted to finish that and finally had a way to finish it. Anywho, how would you feel waking up in the body of another and that person was someone you actively hated? Zea is learning the hard way. Will this experience help her understand the inquisitor and the choices he made that deeply affected her?

Read here. Snippet under the cut