"I'll tell you the story of a hapless hero who fell in love with a dashing rogue."
I think it's poignant that Rook refers to themselves as a 'hapless hero'. I remember a text post from a little bit ago that went into detail about how little Rook values themself and that that's part of why they prevail where Solas failed. And I subscribe to that theory in part because I think it's why Rook resonates with me as much as they do.
But it didn't occur to me that even here, in this intimate moment where they have Lucanis im their lap looking up at them like they're the fucking sun, they still think of themselves as hapless. As not knowing what the hell they're doing, as a hero who just stumbles through this whole 'saving the world' business.
Maybe, as a person who still isn't worth any of this, somehow.
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We could do a whole Van Helsing au with Emmrich as Dracula and Lucanis and Spite as his slutty little vampire brides with idk maybe Rook too....you guys see it right?
Circa 2004 for you noobs. I just wanna see Spite and Lucanis in those beautiful side split dresses with blood on their face.
Y'all. I see you with the "saving lucanis from the ossuary and him and rook having a moment as they first see each other" right
But CONSIDER
1) Lucanis looks like shit. Disheveled. Not in his armor and certainly with no access to weapons (would you?!? let a crow keep their stuff?!?! Especially the demon of vyrantium?!?! He could kill you seventy two which ways from sunday with just his hands and a handful of dirt!). Unkempt. SpOoOoOoKy. I will not take notes on this.
2) The ossuary is ACTIVELY COMING APART. There is no way in hell that Rook looks put together anymore at this point. Wet, sopping beast. They've had to take a whole ass way around to even /get/ to Lucanis' prison. Rook is also gross here!!!
3) you free the spooky possessed man who looks malnourished, hair everywhere, watch him do spooky possessed man-shit and murder venatori with his bare hands. And THEN. Rook makes SMALL TALK?!?!
I would not change that last bit but could you IMAGINE
There have GOT to be more people who considered this right
A-MA-ZING commission done of Emeris and Lucanis by @bipirate that I got for my birthday from @the-punslinger @shinylayatha and @characterarc (among a few other co-conspirarors that do not have Tumblr). I still cannot believe this exists. I still cannot believe I can make one silly comment on my Em powerpoint that brought me to the point where this EXISTS and I can HOLD IT?!?!? IN MY HANDS?!?!?!?!?!
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For my birthday, as a treat, I am having EmCanis thoughts
Specifically in that I saw a princess x knight au someone had drawn art of and as much as I would LOVE to put Em in a dress, it doesn't work for me. What DOES work, is a PotC-style sort of thing where Lucanis is Treviso's most eligible bachelor, grandson of Governess Dellamorte of Treviso, and Em is the uppity apprentice to renowned blacksmith and storyteller Varric Tethras, who Lucanis saved from a shipwreck when they were children.
We need to put Lu in more damsel situations is what I'm saying. Dread pirate Zara Renata cursed eternally who commands a ship of blood magic brainwashed sailors kidnapping Lucanis because he has a lyrium medallion he found on Em when she was pulled from the shipwreck and in a rush tells Zara he is Lucanis Laidir, actually.
For Lucanis and Em: first time Lucanis and Em appeared at a Crow function together where Illario *wasn't* trying to murder them? 😂
I've. Stared at this entirely too long now, so I think I'm just gonna let it go and see what it does. ^^;
Em didn’t like this dress.
Not because it wasn’t pretty. Teia had picked it, a conspiratorial little grin on her face as she held it up to Em’s frame and debated on where to have it taken in. ‘Hair up,’ she had said, gathering Em’s silvery blonde hair at the back of her head. She’d wrinkled her nose briefly at the display of scars now revealed, curling over Em’s shoulders and knitting together at the base of her neck, but remained steadfast in her decision.
It was a pretty dress. And Em looked pretty, for sure. But it was heavy. Layers, deep, rich purples and beautifully woven fabrics… and expectations. So many expectations.
She hadn’t thought people would flock to her. She wasn’t the First Talon. She wasn’t even a Crow. Maybe that was what it was? That she was simply unfamiliar, a curiosity. An outlier. Em smiled pleasantly at the broad-shouldered assassin engaging her in small talk, politely declining their offer of a drink. She chuckles when they suggest she might have declined it for fear of it being poisoned - which may have been a funny joke if she hadn’t heard it several times already, and Viago hadn’t warned her of this exact danger - but all the while, her eyes would drift over the crowd gathered in the ballroom.
She had faced demons, dragons, and ancient elven gods, but Em had hardly ever felt as unnerved as she did now, in a room full of trained, experienced killers. Last time something like this happened, she had at least Illario to focus on, and her team at her back. Now-
A flash of fear flitted over the broad-shouldered assassin’s face, one that struck Em as odd until she felt the warmth of a hand on the small of her back. They quickly excused themselves, and Em stifled a chuckle as she heard the First Talon sigh behind her. “They keep doing that.”
“I wonder why,” she sing-songed softly, turning her head to smile at Lucanis over her shoulder. For how unnerved she had been, in this lavish space with assassins and poisoners and Maker knew what else, the presence of possibly the most frightful killer among them put her mind back at ease. “Caterina finally let you go?”
“... No,” Lucanis murmured into her hair. He almost sounded guilty about it, but Em felt the smallest quirk of a smile as his lips ghosted over her temple. She gasped in feigned offense.
“Cuervo, are you sneaking out?”
“We are sneaking out,” he corrected her softly, gloved hand sliding down from her bare shoulder to her hand, fingers locking with hers. “Come on. Caterina likes Teia, but even Teia can’t keep her forever.”
Em let him tug her along, away from the ballroom and out on what was undoubtedly one of many secluded balconies of the Dellamorte mansion. “One of these days, we’ll go to a Crow party and stay the whole time,” she said with a smirk, shivering slightly as the cool, Antivan air washed over them both. Heavy and layered as this dress was, it did leave her arms and shoulders exposed, and the difference in temperature was stark, this late in the evening.
Lucanis was quick to shrug off his coat and drape it over her shoulders - Em had a sneaking suspicion it was more for decorative flair to begin with, from the way it had been barely fastened to his suit - and he gently pulled it tight around her, another of those tiny smiles playing on his lips. “You didn’t like it in there, either.”
“With all the people there looking at me like I’m an interesting new meal ticket, or trying to figure out if I’m a weakness of yours they can exploit? What’s not to like?” she replied, meaning to sound more casual and airy than she really did. Realizing her error, Em cast her gaze out over the darkened gardens beyond. “I merely miss my trousers,” she huffed, with an indignity that was maybe only partially feigned. “Here I am, at the first Crow party I've been properly invited to, all dressed up for the occasion, and I've not so much as gotten a ‘you look nice’.”
He looked at her, holding her close by the lapels of the coat he’d wrapped around her. Then, as if having decided something, he pulled her closer still, placing a small, tender kiss to Em’s forehead. “You look nice,” Lucanis said with a smile. Em was suspicious of smiles like that - Lucanis smiled at her like that when he knew something she didn't, or when he was indulging her for his own amusement.
“Doesn't count, now. All that effort, cuervo-”
“And it will still look nice on the floor, when I help you out of it later,” Lucanis interrupted her softly, quietly amused when she pouted at him. “But you can be both very beautiful tonight and admit you're uncomfortable, Em.”
Ah, there is was. The reason for that suspicious smile. Em pouted a little more, pointedly directing her attention to one of the small, silver bird skull-buttons on Lucanis’ dress shirt. “All I heard in there was you calling me beautiful and promising to help me undress back home,” she murmured, running her fingers along the cool metal.
The First Talon let out a small breath. This was about the response he expected, but at least she knew he saw her, now. “Home, then,” he assured her, another chaste kiss to her forehead to seal in his promise. “Over the balcony?”
“In this dress?” Em chuckled. “Of course, you could also help me take it off now-”
Lucanis laughed at that for a moment. “Come on. There's a passageway from the servants’ quarters we can use, instead.”
