#da rook

“Sit.” An order. Ogden crossed his arms and stood beside the chair Glastrum had motioned to. Glastrum raised a brow and Ogden tilted his head. Glastrum set the paper down on the desk, leaning back in his chair and narrowing his eyes at him. Ogden leaned against the chair, half sitting on the arm. An annoyed sigh left Glastrum but he continued. “You have the makings of a fine warden. Skilled, bright, adaptable, and you are able to connect with most of your fellow Wardens. Yet you are, at times, rash and impulsive, not listening to orders—”                “I listen to good orders,” Ogden interrupted. “I don’t listen to stupid ones.”                “And that is precisely why you would make this sort of request,” Glastrum said, voice stern and tight with annoyance. “To keep our treaties in case of a Blight, we must remain neutral in conflicts. There may be a time when we need the templars or the mages on our side and they would remember us taking a side in this menial conflict.”                “Menial conflict?!” Ogden snapped, rising to a stand. “Templars are slaughtering mages, like at the White Sp—”                “And mages are also causing anguish.” The remark was firm, demanding an end to the discussion. Ogden wasn’t ever the type to back down.                “They are trying to survive and live free of a system that suffocates—”                “I understand this is a deeply personal issue for you as a Southern mage—”                “This should be fucking deeply personal to everyone! How can people turn a blind eye to this?!”                “Thorne—”                “If the templars win, there won’t be any Southern mages to help fight the Blight. This isn’t some pointless political mess; they want to wipe us out!”                “Enough!”

little rook introduction video bc ive been playing again ♡

(Cooking up a tragic backstory for her as we speak…)

Ah, the thrill of the chase

Does that mean you've decided to take the bait?

Sascha lingered outside of Miss Lutare’s door. For once, she wasn’t working on one of her various projects. Ever since he started spending more time with the Nadas Dirthalen, it had grown more cooperative, more willing to listen to Bellara as she tried to coax it out of its shell. She was not speaking to it now. After a few sentences, that was clear enough.  “She felt it all over,” Miss Lutare—Bellara, she had tried to insist he call her, even if it never felt right—said, her voice soft. Like she was thinking the words as she said them, a marked difference from her usual stumbling, her hundred words a breath. “Her attraction to the hero, a powerful but properly contained tingle, nearly exquisite.”

Rook de Riva & Lucanis Dellamorte 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛