Rook x Tarquin WIP
This is from a NEARLY completed one-shot that will be an entry in a larger series of short stories from the DA universe I'm writing. It'll be the first entry and I'm excited to be able to post it soon. I really enjoy Ashur x Tarquin. They're a great dynamic with fun chemistry. But part of this series is practice at creating characters and diversifying the type of OCs I make. Thus, Still the shadow dragon was created. This excerpt is of Still and Tarquin reuniting after a month apart.
And then, they were two men alone. Black eyes and brown locked to each other once more. The air felt heavy, and the world around Still narrowed down until all it contained was the pair of them. In the next moment, Still jumped across the table, throwing his arms around Tarquin who staggered backward, barely keeping his footing. When Tarquin's arms fell around him, pulling Still close to his chest, the elven rogue felt tears threaten at the corners of his eyes, and closed them tight. He buried his face in his lover's neck and breathed in the smell of salt air and ink that lingered there. Neither man spoke for a very long time, only held the other as tight as possible, as if by doing so they might become one. Here he was, the reason Still rode for Minrathous as soon as he was called, warm and real in his arms once more. He sighed and worked one of his hands into Tarquin's long, dark hair. The other hand trembled as it gripped the back of his coat.
"Please, don't be cross with me. I don't care how dangerous the plan is, it brought me back here, to you." he whispered when his voice at last returned.
"You were due back in a week." Tarquin's voice was gruff, his words mumbled into Still's shoulder. His leather armor creaked under the intensity of the other man's embrace. "Ashur could've waited, could've picked someone else…"
"I couldn't wait another week, vhenan!" Still interrupted him. His voice crackled with emotion and he released his grip on Tarquin's hair and coat, taking his face in both hands instead. His love's eyes widened, still bewitching despite the shadows beneath them. Tarquin pressed his lips together and swallowed, turning his head into Still's palm. He closed his eyes with long, slow, sigh that gusted over his shaking hand.
"It's already been a month. I couldn't wait." He repeated, barely above a whisper. "Every second I've been away from you stretched horribly, like I was trapped in amber."









