Yo nahobino from shin megami tensei vengeance because I am like really excited for the game and all, And I can't wait to play it on june 14
So yeah, Just a fanart of him, Because his design looks so freaking cool and stuff, Was a bit of a pain to work with too tbh, But was great overall!
So yeah, Amazing game, Try it out!
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âWhat- Who the hell are you?â
âSomeone needs you somewhere, somewhere that isnât here.â
âWho said that?â
âSomeone important did.â
âI⌠I guess I better go then.â
âYou also need to give me the key to the cells.â
âWhy?â
âI want to help you, so I donât have to hurt you.â
âAlright then, I guess.â
      There was the sound of footsteps, someone fumbling with a key, and suddenly Dorian felt weightless. Was he being carried? He didnât know. Everything was black, and he couldnât will himself to open his eyes. Maybe they were moving him somewhere else. Maybe they were finally going to kill him. Good. Everything hurt and he didnât feel like putting the effort in to live anymore.
      He felt his body hit the ground. Solid, but not stone. Dirt? No not Dirt, Sand. Makerâs breath, Was he finally outside?
      Cold fingers pressed against his neck. He barely felt himself shudder.
      âHeâs alive.â It was a womanâs voice, someone he knew but couldnât place. âCole, get the inquisitor.â
      There were more footsteps, getting softer and louder around him, voices both familiar and strange. Through it all, he heard his name being called.
      âDorian! Dorian, can you hear me?â
      It was Armet, it had to be. Maker, maybe heâd finally lost his mind.
      âIs he asleep?â
      âNot quite. Tis a spell I havenât seen before.â
      âMaybe Vivienne knows. Someone go back to camp and get her.â
      âNo, you donât need all that fancy crap.â It sounded like The Iron Bull, but he couldnât be certain. âHand me that flask.â
      It couldnât have been more than a few drops, but Dorian felt the water hit his face like a tidal wave. It crashed over him, sending him back into consciousness sputtering. He blinked and squinted as his vison cleared. There was a slew of people surrounding him: Leliana, Morrigan, Iron Bull, Varric, even Sera. But where was Armet? Before he could start fretting, he felt a warm hand squeeze his own. He followed the hand to the arm attached to it, and the arm to the person.
      He was holding him up, smiling down at him with shining eyes. Dorian almost didnât believe it. âAmatus,â He breathed out the endearment like it was his last breath.
      The crowd around them voiced their approval, and Dorian kept his gaze trained on Armet, as if looking away from him would make him disappear.
      âCan you give us some space?â The elf said to the crowd. âWeâll meet you back at camp.â
      The rest muttered quick apologies, and hurried away, leaving the two of them hunched behind a sand dune.
      âAmatus.â Dorian repeated, it seemingly being the only word he could manage at the moment.
      âYes Iâm right here Vhenan.â He said softly, smoothing a hand over the mageâs knee. His gentle smile fell into a frown when Dorian winced. âOh Fenedhis, Iâm sorry, I forgot you were injured-â
      âItâs alright.â He swallowed back a cough. âI may no longer have my looks, but at least I still have my charm.â
      Armet laughed, though Dorian could hear the sorrow and regret in it. âYouâre still plenty handsome, Dorian.â
      âGlad to hear it, I-â but his banter was cut short by a fit of coughs and a searing pain in his lungs. âKaffas.â
      âMaâVhenan,â The elf chided as he helped Dorian into a sitting position to stop the coughing. âI know I shouldnât ask, it will only make me angrierâŚâ
      Dorian knew the question was coming, he knew that Armet would not like the answer and so he deflected. âYouâve never struck me as the angry sort, Amatus.â
      Armet sighed deeply, eyes screwed shut. âTruth be told, I didnât think I was. But when Morrigan told me you were hurt-â When his eyes opened again, Dorian could see the rage burning in them. It was almost frightening. âI need to know what they did to you.â
      âYou can see the lot of it. They werenât exactly shy, these elves.â
Armet nodded slowly, taking a healing potion from his pack and pressing it to Dorianâs lips. Dorian drank it slowly, enjoying the feeling of the magic restoring him. It would still take time for his physical wounds to heal, but this certainly helped.
âAnd what about what I canât see?â
Dorian frowned as the empty flask was set in the sand. Curse his clever elf. He met his gaze. There was so much anger and pain in his normally gentle face. He wondered if this was how Armet had looked when he had realized Dorian had left. He sighed, defeated, and said quietly, âItâs nothing I havenât been dealt before.â
There was a change in Armetâs eyes and Dorian knew he neednât explain himself farther. âDorian, I am so-â
âThis isnât your fault. It was the elves.â Kaffas, if he werenât so weak heâd kiss the worried frown right off the other manâs lips. âSpeaking of whom, we should probably hurry back to Skyhold before they notice Iâve been silent for far too long.â
âYouâre probably right.â Said the elf, smile returning.
âIâm never wrong.â
âI wouldnât say never.â Armet extended an arm, and Dorian gladly took it, hoisting himself back to his feet. âRemember that time-â
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Life is boring. People are vengeful. Good things always end. We do so many things and we donât know why, and if we do find out why, itâs decades later and knowing why doesnât matter any more.