#dethrite

isn't this exciting? @ valo!!

Taash tried to suppress a grimace but, despite their best efforts, still looked like they had just smelled sour milk. Being apart of a team meant getting along or at least trying and Rook had specifically requested they make an attempt. Avoiding Emmrich wasn't an option and was even near impossible with how small the Lighthouse was. It was one thing he reminded them far too much about their mom but it just added onto it the fact he was way way to cozy with the dead. Still, he was their teammate and Taash, though grumpy about it, still had said they'd try to get to know him and not be as hostile.

To be honest, maybe brutally so, Taash still didn't really want to know more about the dead. What they knew is they should stay dead and ones that didn't needed to be made to stay that way. Taash wasn't as fearful as their mom, or most other qunari from under the qun, but the heebie-jeebies were hard to shake. Swallowing their ick and trying to remember any lesson about manners Shathann had imparted on them Taash addressed Emmrich as 'politely' as they could, still avoiding eye contact.

i feel like we're not alone .

Cult Classics || accepting

𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵'𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave Emmrich a remorseful look. 

❝ 𝐎𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. ❞ He began. 

❝ 𝐀𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫…𝐚𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞ He chuckled softly. ❝ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐡'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧. ❞ 

alright. he's going to offer out his hand to flauschi, allowing them to take in his scent. and if they accept him, he'll give the cute ghost kitty pets.

Unprompted || Always Accepting

Flauschi sat perched on the corner of the table looking at Emmrich. When the hand was offered they stretched to meet it, giving it a 'sniffle'. After a moment the stretch increased to lifted onto the back two paws and rubbing his cheek and chin along his hand before having to rebalance on all fours again.

he's not a cat person, but he can make an exception for one ghost cat in particular!

Are you Cassandra's Type

rook  spares  emmrich  a  glance  over  the  rim  of  their  coffee  cup,  taking  a  slow  sip  as  if  mulling  over  his  words.  the  way  he  phrases  his  question  picks  at  their  instincts.  does  he  suspect  what  rook  knows  to be  true?  the  truth  sits  just  beneath  their  ribs,  an  aching  tug  towards  lucanis  which  presses  insistently  against  bone—but  rook  has  spent  their  life  keeping  sharp  things  concealed.

lowering  their  cup  with  an  easy  tilt  of  their  wrist,  they  exhale  a  soft  hum.

"we  have  a  few  things  in  common,"  they  allow,  voice  smooth,  casual,  and  positive,  "and  it's  good  to  have  another  crow  around."  their  lips  curl  faintly,  just  slightly,  in  emmrich's  direction.  still,  it's  very  little  explanation  from  one  so  keen  on  keeping  lucanis  with  them  on  missions.

for  all  their  excuses,  however,  rook  isn't  sure  emmrich  will  buy  any  of  it  easily.  simply put, rook thinks he might be a little too smart for that. has  he  already  seen  through  them?  or  is  this  merely  emmrich’s  way  of  prodding  for  information,  seeing  what  they  might  give  away?

@dethrite asked : " my dearest emily. " he pulls her in for a brief kiss. " how i've missed you so. "

RARELY DID SHE LEAVE THE GARDENS . it was where she had once been laid to rest , and it was where her soul had been beckoned back into her body for she had not wished to depart from it . she had bought to live . . . even after she had taken her last breath when that life had come to an unjust end .

she often walked among the graves , running skeletal hand over the names engraved within the stone . letting decayed flesh brush the soft petals of the flowers as wisps floated about her . it was where she felt most content when he was not by her side .

a sigh leaves stilled lungs . how she missed him . she wished she had been allowed to follow him into that chamber where he went to see his dream through . she waited when he left the necropolis to aid the world . waited while he fought to protect it . waited while he worked towards his dream . and she waited while he was within that chamber to see that dream through . she knew he would come to her when that dream was fulfilled . she could wait . she would always wait for him .