#theredconqueror

“i know what you are.” ( to astarion )

"Oh, do you now?" Astarion asks with a snotty tone to his words, a defensive hiss behind them as sharp eyes carefully study the sorcerer. His words could truly mean any number of things, but it still has the vampire quite on guard. He's done his best to be unassuming, hiding the truth of himself for fear of being chased off by some angry mob.

"And what would it be, Sorcerer, that you think you know that I am?" He asks, trying his best to seem mildly uninterested and merely humoring him, but inside his nerves coil and prepare him to run or strike, if Varis' answer calls for it.

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

Once upon a time, Emmrich would have been the kind of man that he would have hungrily gazed at across the room of an academic library, his nose too far into the book and his insecurity too buried into his soul to ever think he had a chance, let alone to think of crossing the borderlands that were the shackles of the rules his particular society bound him to. There was only misery, for men like him. Men who liked… Now, he sat fireplace-sided, dangerously close to what time tempted him with. Emmrich and his kind eyes and his gentlemanly tongue. "Careful, Emmrich," he said, storm-blue eyes lifting from his book, "I'm susceptible to flattery." He supposed all gods were. His gaze, arrow-true, focused on the other's face. "In any case, you have it." Now, what will you do with it?

Emmrich had caught on by now that Valrys enjoyed flattery, try as the other might to hide it. But he could see it in the way he took a compliment from the necromancer. From the subtle smile and the little bit of light behind his gaze when Emmrich praised his actions or skill. There was hardly any point in trying to deny there was an attraction there. And in quiet moments like this, it was hard to deny the comfort and connection.

The necromancer didn't know what possessed him to tell Valrys he wanted his attention. That he wanted the other man's stormy gaze to fall upon him as he'd noticed it happening more and more. Especially since that kiss shared at New Years. The feel of it still lingered on his lips sometimes, when he was alone and in the dark and thinking of things he couldn't have.

"Of course you had. I've gone and found myself indulging in the Inquisition's personal stores," Dorian remarks. "Something--" or someone "-- has got to wash the taste down."

And it's not truly foul, he supposes, what with its color both honey and so summer wheat pale. Dorian considers its viscosity, the thick flavor in its body clamoring with a harshness to his throat and gums. It twinkles quite prettily, his alcove's lone window bleeding its sun. He keeps it there twirling, his wrist whisk-whisking his shimmery glass. There in this 'library' with its comical choices... Head tilting, the mage supposes they're its best read yet. "That opens some doors to inquiry, you know that, yes? Case in point: it implies that you've your ideas as to what things I like."

Truth. How does one really realize who is being truthful and who is not? As a crow, he has learned both to lie and recognize the signs of someone lying. However, he has no reason to lie, no reason for the truth to be bitter. No reason to fear it.

In fact, he's not entirely sure where this had come from. Is this about Spite? He hasn't offered up many details about the demon inside of him, so it very well could be.

However, being unwilling to talk and unable to face the truth are two very different things.

Meme / Accepting!

send me a ✿ and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together ( to lucanis )

Treviso's marketplace has always been a favorite for Lucanis to find himself in. The sights, the sounds, the smells of the food carts and the feeling that the life blood of the city itself was flowing through the veins of the streets and canals of his beloved city.

He'd been surprised that Valrys had wanted to join him on his latest trip to pick up supplies for the kitchen, perhaps find a new blade or leather armor for himself. He'd also use the chance to keep an ear out for any information about Catarina and how the Venatori had managed to get to her.

The mage's company isn't unwelcomed at all, rather the opposite. Even with his own reputation as a mage killer, Valrys has always been friendly, and he rather enjoys the other man's company and pragmatism.