fen'harel's wingwoman

Lucanis "Yearning" Dellamorte x Rook de Riva

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R: If there's anything I can do...

L: Your presence has already helped.

R: It won't be much longer.

L: Elgar'nan's life is measured in hours. As for Solas... he used blood magic against you. He betrayed us. He pulled you into that prison. I leave his fate to you, but I will not let him hurt you.

R: Lucanis...

L: Whatever happens, my contract was for the blighted gods. Today it is fulfilled.

R: If I'd never gone to the Crows, if I'd never found you... I'm just so grateful I did.

L: As am I. More than I've ever told you. Rook... saying I owe you my life is not enough. You know my mind. I've assumed you know my heart because... it beats for you. It's been beating. When I wanted you, when I was afraid to want you... Tell me this ends with me asleep in your arms, and I will kill any god you ask.

R: Lucanis, I—

L: I love you, Rook. And I won't let you down.

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Varric: What’s with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery or is the hole in the sky getting to you?

Solas: I’ve no idea what you mean.

Varric: All the “fallen empire” crap you go on about. What’s so great about empires anyway?

Varric: So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar’s too proud to ask for help. So what? We’re not Orzammar and we’re not our empire.

Varric: There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it’s not that bad.

Varric: Life goes on. It’s just different than it used to be.

Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you.

Varric: Oh I know what it didn’t cost me. I’m still here, even after all those thaigs fell.

Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could’ve been, never fighting back?

Varric: Ha, you’ve got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.

Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?

Varric: In that story of yours—the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone—you thought he gave up right?

Solas: Yes.

Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone.

Varric: That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes—and it’s gone forever.

Varric: The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets.

Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.

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"It was selfish of me to grow closer to her."

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⊰ ar lath ma, vhenan ⊱

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"I think he can still be saved. I don't think he

wants to do this."

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"For you, he would

abandon a goddess."

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