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Lady Jitka is excellent at pretending to be asleep.

She's laid out like a corpse, face smooth, impassive, looking utterly unbothered by the coupling that transpired just minutes before. Her form is unshapely under the covers, a white, lumpy thing. For all intents and purposes Hans would assume she's dead to the world, but— there's this twitch. Right between her brows. The crease in them doesn't sit right, doesn't rest. Is it proper, for a man to so thoroughly want to work the kinks out of his wife on their wedding night? To shape her? His thumb flinches, digs into the mattress.

An eyelid flutters. There. It reminds Hans of some of his quarries, ready to flee amongst lush greens.

Deer, women. The arrow finds it's mark either way.

..

"Easy, easy," Henry soothes, but he doesn't want to be easy, can't be, far from it— he wants to suck the marrow from his bones and carry the essence of his lover all the way back to his marital bed, tuck him behind back teeth and save him for later.

"I'm not a fucking horse," Hans grits out. The insistent petting to his thigh suggests otherwise, the patronising, soft touch as he works at his limp flesh. His breath is running away from him with every pull of hot air.

A waste. What a waste. His body is slick with the sweat of another, chilling him from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine. She's followed him all the way to this bed, her dutiful, spread legs and deferential lowered lashes. Henry pushes his knuckles into the notch of Hans' hip, the dull ache pulling him back a bit.

"We don't have to—"

"Damn it all!" He lands a punch on a pillow shy of Henry's ear. Henry doesn't flinch, his eyes just look sad, of all the things, sad, and it only serves to make Hans angrier. "I want to. Just…" heels of his palms to the meat of his eyes, pressing, pressing, until all he sees is white. "Let me."

AUTHOR COPY HAS SAFELY ARRIVED🙏🔥🔥🔥

which means I can finally share my bind!

Another classic book look! Which was perfect for this bind especially, on account of its themes of sacrilege, blasphemy, and doubt.

The cover art is “Saint Veronica with the Veil” by Mattia Preti. When I saw it, I knew it was The One—it made me think of Mira looking up fearfully in face of Mystra’s perceived wrath.

(I wish I could’ve included the blood-stained cloth shaped in Jesus’s face, but you win some, you lose some.)

As for the typeset, here it is:

I’m so proud of it—I think it’s the best typeset I’ve done so far! 

All the chapter images are from the public domain, by French artist, Maurice Denis. Each were carefully selected to suit each story. I’m especially a fan of the art I chose for heretic’s Act I and Act III.

Now, the dust flaps:

Fun fact: the “follow Rowan on tumblr” section is inspired by Megan Whalen Turner, since on the edition I have of her book only lists tumblr as her social media which is so iconic🤣💖

Thank you @rowanisawriter for letting me typeset this, but also for writing this series, thereby dragging me into BG3 fandom and allowing me to meet all my new friends! Will always be grateful for that💖

With love, 

@mutuals send a 🍓for a compliment <3

rowan 🥺🥺🥺........

not to #Expose myself but. i was sososososo intimidated by u at first. which is hilarious in retrospect bc you are so kind and funny and unhinged (complimentary) and an absolute dork and i love you!!!! i admire you so much, you've been fuckin going Thru It but you haven't slowed down or let it stop you from pursuing your goals. you're so strong and dedicated, it's such an inspiration!!!

and your writing!!!!! there are so many scenarios where i look at it and go "hmm. i don't see it. but it's rowan writing it, so it'll probably be compelling." and then it IS. IT IS COMPELLING. you know EXACTLY how to twist the characters into doing what you want them to do, and the way you write it makes it convincing!! that shit fucks so hard!!!!

god FUCKING damn it

Thank you!!!

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Oh god my beloved apostasy....my beloved housewife asya being so bored cooped up at home that she starts learning political theory and joins a revolutionary faction....im not kidding when I say knowing that I want it to be a TV show and knowing networks don't want the entire script written ahead of time is the only thing that helps me sleep at night because otherwise I'd be cooked

64. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read? 

Oh its abso-fucking-lutely gotta be "you've got a fast car (that you're trying to sell me)" by SheOfBadIdeas because that is my actual friend and I got to watch her in real time write the most insane enver gortash used car salesmen au for a mutual friend and the title alone makes me think of how much incredible silly fucking shit is in that fic

Thank you for the ask!!!!