Feeding my DA Obsession

This is a project that I've wanted to create for a while. This is a space kept by Strix, a guardian owl spirit who protects the letters that can never make it home. If you need a safe space of release, feel free to write to Strix as they do not judge.

Have questions that need human answers? Then you may reach out here. Otherwise, scream into the void and archive the things that can never be said to those who will never hear them.

Rook, trying to think of a way to tell about two blighted elven gods they accidentally released:

Tagged by @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @serensama @woodlandeelf!! Merging all tags into a WIP whenever. I am working on the next chapter of Rookie (trying to get another one done before eventually tackling Magekiller's Bride some time this month... haha.... totally not avoiding it...)

Viago vents to Rook about Teia (and House Dellamorte)

Viago shrugged. "Caterina is more than seventy years old now. Her time will be over soon, and we've done this well without her. I suggested we just let her retire!" he scoffed with a wave of his hand. "But Teia didn't like that. Didn't like that we are 'leaving the First Talon out of things'," he mimicked. "She wants us to co-operate. Be a family." He banged his fist on the table and gestured violently. "The day House de Riva is family with House Dellamorte, will be the day I die." Rook choked on her bread. She fell into a red-faced coughing fit—which had Viago blinking out of his seething fury to give her bewildered look. "What is wrong with you?" he frowned. He flagged down a waiter. "Get a cup of water for the girl." She spluttered a little longer in hot-faced mortification—and shoved the thought of ever telling Viago about her and Lucanis to the back of her mind. Not now, she told herself as she desperately gulped down the water the waiter brought. Definitely not now.

The hole Rook is digging herself into is a mile deep but it's still easier than facing Viago 🙃

Whether you’re romancing him or not, slowly but surely, you’re making him lower the walls he raised around himself. Rook “Break apart [his] perfectly gathered clouds of doom.”

All the people we see as guardians are people he loves but who still make him feel inadequate, somehow (don’t make me start on his grandmother, Harding and Neve were really suspicious of him, Illario betrayed him).

Rook never does that. They’re always here for him, they support him, they got him out of the Ossurary, they helped with Treviso and they keep being by his side, again and again.

You don’t have to fight the guardians (because he would never perceive Rook as a danger). You barely have to convince them, because I think that deep down, Lucanis wants Rook to help him. He wants to grab the hand they’ve been offering him for so long, but he’s just afraid to do so.

In one of her tweets, Mary Kirby said that Spite and Lucanis trust Rook above everyone else. Inner Demons is a proof of that. He doesn't see them as someone keeping him locked inside his misery. He sees them as the person getting him out.

That’s why, even if I admit with shame that I’m a little jealous of hearing Neve and Lucanis flirting sometimes, I will never truly be mad. Because they’ll never have what Rook and Lucanis share. It’s such a unique and special bond that Lucanis only have with them, and I love it so, so much.

Dorian: Zevran, at last - someone who understands the value of a dramatic entrance.

Zevran: And a scandalous exit.

Dorian: We shall be insufferable together.

#no sleep coffee shakes ptsd workaholic

“I could have. It’s harder to miss on purpose. These days.”

“The skill he threw that knife was unmatched.” Lucanis beamed.

“Into your ARM!” Emmrich grabbed an elf root potion and handed it to Lucanis. He winked at Rook and took it in one swallow.

“It was exquisite.” Lucanis’s face twisted with the bitter potency of the potion.

“Thank you.” Rook blushed.

“You’re children!” Emmrich held his hand aloft over the wound and the smallest fingers of the fade wove the wound together from the inside out.

“It was nice to duel again.” Rook watched closely.

Emmrich pushed him away from blocking the light. “If you ever want to, Emmrich, it would be good practice for me to duel a mage.”

“Who would you run to for heals when you stab me?” Emmrich rolled his eyes.

“Bellara?” Rook was back blocking the light as he craned to watch the spell work.

Manfred has a stick he likes to point around - Emmrich uses a staff

Manfred walked into a rose bush - Emmrich loves flowers

Manfred likes to collect shiny things, including gilded things - Emmrich wears a lot of gold