bring the light

Bren isn’t entirely sure why people are coming to him for advice—but they are, so he’s determined to do a good job.

People are talking to Bren. Not just saying hello or asking him to reach things they can’t, but actually talking to him. It’s a little strange, but it’s nice, too. He’s always happy to hear from his fellow Shadow Dragons and their friends, even if sometimes their questions are a little puzzling.

It’s a real test of his equanimity, though, when the Viper himself comes to sit next to Bren at one of the little tables upstairs. Bren is just trying to eat something so that he can get back to unpacking the new shipments they’ve received today, but you don’t walk away from the Viper, so he stops wolfing down his flatbread in huge bites and tries to take a normal-sized one instead. Unfortunately, he’s distracted enough that he forgets to swallow the huge bite before taking the normal-sized one and ends up staring at the Viper while struggling to breathe around his mouthful of bread.

“I’ve heard you give pretty good advice,” the Viper says as though he hasn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.

“It still hurts, sometimes,” says Cole. “But not all the time. Just… enough to remind you.”

It’s not the first fire Anders has been in.

The streets are burning. The air is burning. It’s not the first fire Anders has been in, but it has been many years and he’s forgotten—or maybe it wasn’t like this last time—the way it sears the lungs, the way it’s still there when he closes his eyes.

The smoke chokes him as he runs. Every so often, there’s a new threat—angry templars, frightened mages, members of the City Guard he’s not sure he can trust.

When Tarquin acquires an oddly compelling stone strap from a mysterious back-alley sex shop, neither he nor Ashur knows just what they’re getting themselves into. But things quickly get spooky the first time they use it, unleashing an array of unexpected desires. That’s when they learn that Tarquin’s new cock is more than some mundane member, but has a transcendental tether to the Fade… and more. Will this discovery be the start of a tantalizing new era in their sex life… or will it spell disaster for them both?

Here there be dicks. Heed the rating.

Ashur requests Tarquin’s archive records in hopes of discovering his surname. When the requisition form also wants Tarquin’s surname, he panics and writes in his own. The consequences are less than ideal.

Absolute nonsense. Laws definitely do not work this way. Even in Tevinter.

“Hey, Formless One,” Emmrich said, his tone as casual as he could make it. “Do you want to come to the Fall Out Wisp concert in the Crescent Fane with me tonight?” The silence hung in the still air of the chamber. Emmrich could see Johanna’s face twist into a mocking expression, ready to laugh at his attempt. Then, a faint vibration trembled the ground beneath their feet. “Oh. My. Fucking. Maker,” said the Formless One.

Fifteen years ago, Danarius offered Hawke a deal: return Fenris to his master and gain the support of the Tevinter Imperium. Hawke accepted.

“By rights,” the elf says, “I should kill you.”

This, too, is new for Dorian. He’s seen a lot of reactions to newly granted freedom, but death threats have not been among them.

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” he says.

“It’s what I am. A death sentence for anyone who dares threaten House Danarius.”

They say that a talented Dreamer can shape the Fade. What Ashur does is something else entirely.

Tarquin takes it upon himself to educate Ashur about how the other half lives.

There are no slaves in the Argent Spire.

Summer has come to Minrathous. Tarquin has a way to beat the heat.

Collab with @profmeowmers.

“You getting in?”

Love can be a midnight confession. Love can be a dagger in the ribs.