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Prepping to start a Wild West D&D campaign which just gave me a really good excuse for rad silhouettes
my blood runs cold, 13k, M
rook/lucanis and background oc/bellara with @dellamortethelesser's nadasa thorne (who is his canon rook). angst, torture (within the bounds of what's been seen in dragon age games), depiction of wounds, whump, hurt/comfort, tender wound care, ensemble cast
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?"
torment nexus fic finally out <3 pls do heed the tags. it technically has chapters, but i used them to experiment with form; this is a one shot.
WIP WEDNESDAY
tagged by @dellamortethelesser thank u <3
some more of current daea fic (cw for panic attack)
yay <3 theyre having a great time once again
getting this in just under the wire for my timezone so i wont tag anyone this time, sorryyy
Writing game: Post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line
i was tagged by @v-arbellanaris, thank youuu :> wrote some more of the daea clan visit fic last night instead of sleeping (cw for suicidal thoughts):
The riverbed was deeper here, murkier, and the old, familiar call of drowning choked them for a moment.
they're having. such a great time <3
i dont think i can tag someone for every word lol but tagging @spiritsong @thedragonagelesbian @bluemorningsoup @wetcatspellcaster and anyone else who wants to!
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back home
chapter 1/4, M, 5.5k
background Lucanis/Rook, some Rook & Solas, Dalish Elven Culture & Customs, Post-Canon, Dysfunctional Family, Angst, Family Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks
Summary:
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." — 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.
WIP WEDNESDAY
Daea groaned and scrubbed at their face, crouching down to look at the water. They were going in circles. They'd hoped Sandariel would give them a straightforward answer, but she seemed to be grappling with it too still, and most other clans as well. Was absolution what they wanted? Would it help? "Thought I might find you here." Daea sprang up, surprised. The voice was familiar, even with how little they heard it these days. Their father was a short and stout elf, much like them, aged by grief beyond his years. He was making his way down the same path they'd taken, a new limp in his left leg. New since the last time Daea had seen him, at least, over three years ago. "It's good to see you, Maren." He didn't wince when they called him by his first name. He hadn't in a long time, yet they still looked for it. It used to be because they wanted the reaction; now they worried the habit hurt him, though they could not shake it. "You too, Daea." They did not hug, or even shake hands. Daea crossed their arms. "I was going to come see you soon. I just needed a moment alone." Maren inclined his head, conciliatory. "You spoke with Keeper Sandariel, I heard." "Yeah." Daea sighed. "A lot of questions on my mind. I don't think it helped much." He smiled, amused. "She does not tend to give answers easily."
daea visits their clan post game to talk to their keeper bc they're having complicated feelings about killing the last of their creators. and uh also they deal with [checks notes] father issues, ongoing alienation from their clan, darkspawn attack, guilt, talking to solas, suicide ideation, being a warden even though they never got a say- yeah it got a bit out of hand
WIP WEDNESDAY FRIDAY
tagged by @flowersforthemachines thank you <3 alas ive gotten the smut writing done so we're back to daea's horrible terrible visit home. yay (cw for suicidal thoughts)
tagging no one wednesday is long past 😔
