#corvusregards

[thedasguarded]

"That doesn't make it any less exciting," Emmrich replied in his own gentle lightness, both an indirect answer to Lucanis' question and a reassurance over it. He wasn't certain whether he wanted more for the other man's adoring, relaxed smile to be venerated in every art across Thedas, or hung only in the gallery of Emmrich's mind with pride of place.

He relished Lucanis' eagerness, though privately. A part of Emmrich still considered it a marvel that a remarkable person like Lucanis enjoyed and wanted him this much. It wasn't a matter of questioning whether the Crow's feelings were sincere, however, simply one of humbled devotion to such a gift. Emmrich poured a measure of that devotion into their kiss, while he felt the front of his shirt part wider with each unfastened button.

He hummed a sigh through his nose as Lucanis' hands met his skin, lashes fluttering at the feel of glove-softened calluses. Emmrich pressed into the other's roaming touch once more - then a small throaty noise slipped out when Lucanis' fingers nudged the slim hoops of twisted gold at his nipples. Emmrich gave a cheeky half-smile, eyebrows slightly raised. "And not only there." He left it at that hint for now; if they did go far enough this time to shed the rest of their clothes, he'd rather keep the details a pleasant surprise.

Low-lidded hazel eyes followed Lucanis' stare downward, to the framed beetle and the dark outlines of Emmrich's lower ribs twined with flowers. His gaze flicked back up to the younger man's face, and he chuckled, "Well, there hasn't been much opportunity for me to traipse about the Lighthouse half-naked. But I would love to show you all of them, if I can." Emmrich lowered one forearm from Lucanis' shoulder, offering it with the gentle chime of fine metal. "I'll need to remove my grave gold first. Would you like to help?"

Emmrich could guess the removal of clothes - even only shirts and waistcoats - might tremble Lucanis' nerves, despite it being wanted. The choice to be vulnerable surely struck harder for a professional assassin. It turned that blushing, shy smile and the softspoken agreement into gifts beyond compare.

Much as he wanted to add one more kiss, or maybe a few, Emmrich held back for now. Instead, he combed a hand through the longer dark hair behind one ear, curled fingers skimming against Lucanis' neck and shirt collar. Hazel eyes followed the younger man's attention down to Emmrich's own waistcoat, expression brimming with a mix of anticipation and tender encouragement. He caught those brief glances up past dark lashes; their earnestness broadened his smile a little.

As his waistcoat parted, fine gold chains swaying, Emmrich let slip a faint, pleased hum in the back of his throat at the slide of spread palms up over his clothed front. He too could feel Lucanis' warmth through the linen, and his back arched subtly at the other's unknowing graze past pierced nipples. What might Lucanis think of them, or his other piercings, once they were revealed? What of his tattoos? And what would Spite think of it all? Emmrich preferred to believe they would at least not mind.

In the meantime, he shifted his shoulders and let his hands lift away from Lucanis, only long enough for the waistcoat to fall to his desk. Resting adorned forearms atop Lucanis' shoulders in turn, Emmrich leaned in for a kiss to the man's other cheek this time. "You're doing wonderfully, Lucanis. Keep going."

[taleswrittenmoving]

@corvusregards sent "You're flushed. Is it the fight, or the way I look at you between strikes?" (viago to lucanis >.>)

Viago is always a worthy sparring partner, Lucanis enjoys training with him, but lately he's noticed something that has left him distracted more often than not. The hunger in Viago's eyes that leaves Lucanis breathless in ways that has nothing to do with the fighting.

Like now, while Viago is teasing him for how red he is, and so boldly calling himself out on how he looks at him. Lucanis isn't sure what to say in response but he can feel his heart racing, practically hear it in his ear drums as Viago stares him down.

This is new territory for him and he wonders if Viago knows that. What will he say when he finds out just how inexperienced Lucanis is in this area? Thankfully, he's not inexperienced enough that he doesn't know the looks Viago is talking about.

"I....I cannot help it. The way you look at me is....intense." That is one way to put it, Lucanis supposes, and suddenly the tension in the room feels less about fighting and more about the attraction they both undoubtedly hold for each other.

What do they do now? Where do they go from here now that it is out there in the open and Lucanis does not seem to be opposed in any way? He supposes he'll wait, let Viago make that move if he wants to, considering he has no idea what he's doing.

[dicethrow]

@corvusregards | Illario | starter call

"So, not only do I have to deal with a bloody tadpole in my brain, but now I have to babysit Faerûn's biggest spoiled brat," he grumbled.

And despite all his foul words, he did, in fact, get up to fetch two portions of stew – one bowl for him and another for Illario. Though he paused over the bowl and the bard… or was it warlock? Fucking hell, he couldn't just pick one.

With a grunt, he returned to the fallen oak tree with a bowl in each hand, weighing which had the larger portion before handing Illario the smaller one.

"What? Not as if you need it."

[malaeficar]

@corvusregards asked: "I heard that somebody wants a kiss..." Illario said with a smirk, leaning in close.

Iseris did not think herself overly easy to fluster, but having the handsome crow lean in close, teasing her with what she wanted... well, her cheeks were already turning a rosy shade, brows raised and lips parted slightly.

"Oh?" Came her voice, quieter than she had intended. "You're just messing with me. You won't actually kiss me."

[woodcries]

　　' 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋. ' granted, the detective hadn't spent much time in it before the dragon attack-- a topic that was still rather sore for her. she'd handled it well, or as well as she could, for rook's sake, but she had a feeling he was someone who could understand the agony and frustration of having to trust the fate of your home to someone else, especially in the corner the ghilan'nain had put them in.

　　neve pursed her lips before turning away from the windows, reaching instead for the bottle of wine, courtesy of a grateful vendor rook had helped with the antaam. ' do you know if this is local? '

@corvusregards / starter call.

[thedasguarded]

for @corvusregards 's Lucanis , from Emmrich | [LINK]

Emmrich preferred not to count the years since he'd last felt nervous while in a relationship. And when it came to this sort of nerves, he didn't want to examine too closely whether he'd ever reached that point with anyone. He once more mentally reread the note he'd left Lucanis back in the Lighthouse: 'Dearest, Would you join me in the Memorial Gardens at your earliest convenience? There's someone I'd like you to meet. Yours, Emmrich'.

He hoped his phrasing hadn't made it sound too urgent. It didn't sound so to him, but he misliked the idea of worrying Lucanis without cause. Emmrich distracted himself with examining a cascade of Shroud's Kiss, lest he start pacing. Their delicate scent, close to a mix of rose with lavender and almost effervescent in one's nose, helped gradually calm his thoughts.

When his favorite Crow arrived not long after, Emmrich then found it easier to smile in broad, sincere warmth. He reached to take the other's hand as distance closed. "Lucanis, darling." A light, soft kiss to Lucanis' lips. "Thank you for coming. Truly. I..." A quiet rush of an exhale, and sheepishness colored his next words. "I admit, I was a little nervous making this invitation."

[deathswing]

* @corvusregards : go rest . i'm not asking .

"i can tell."

though it isn't said unkindly, lucanis also does not make an attempt to veil his dislike. esha means well, and he can appreciate it, but rest has never done him any favors. the more time he spends winding down, the more his thoughts will gather, spiral, form that ever so familiar dark cloud above his head. the more he rests, the more he risks slipping into slumber.

so he shakes his head, arms crossed before his chest. "i am of no use to you resting. there are things that still need to be done." the smallest smile flits across his face. it isn't entirely genuine, but all he can offer. "i will rest once that's done. you have my word."

making demands. / accepting.

[veilweaves]

@corvusregards asked: is that a smirk? are you smirking at me? (from esha to velani)

"Maaaybe." Velani answered simply, smirk still quite evident across her face. "Can I not simply enjoy the fact that it's you being scolded by Viago this time and not me?" It made a nice change, actually.

[hopewinged]

@corvusregards (viago) ♥'d for a starter !!

Briar swings in through the window - it's faster, she reasons, though she's sure Viago would have preferred she use the door - and lands on nimble feet, her satchel thumping gently against her thigh.

The missive that she had completed her contract should not have arrived more than a day before, but she did not like to keep him waiting, as she would write no more than the minimum in her letters, having a preference to give her reports in person and a degree of suspicion of any runner who might be too curious and read them.

"Hello, Viago," she greets, coming around to the front of his desk, her voice polite, pretending that she is not looking for his interest or praise, though indeed she wants it. "I come with a full report and gifts."

[magusanima]

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞ (from zevran)

"Oh, I'm sure it gets you plenty of sympathetic smiles from swooning men and women~" The warden replied in equal jest to the other, a cunning grin and playful glint in his eyes as their banter rang back and forth across their tucked away table. If you'd asked him a few months ago if he could see himself sitting in the middle of a bustling tavern with a man who'd made an attempt on his life, he'd have thought you were repeating a tall tale from one of his novels, but now...it hadn't seemed so strange. And, despite the oddity of the whole situation, and his dramatics (which, was a charming part of him despite Behni's teasing), he often found the other elf's presence rather enjoyable. He liked people who could hold a conversation well, especially when it was directed towards him. And...

That was the whole point of this, wasn't it? He could deny it out loud all he wanted, but Behni could catch onto a charmer...even if it took him a moment to look past being charmed. "I'd never ask you to stray from your very beloved path~ Who else would do all the sweet talking when we need a distraction?" Certainly not him. He could hold a conversation, but not without boring his crowd by being too diplomatic...and the others...well, bless their hearts, but there was a reason they were all so adept at hitting things, so to speak. 

"I'll take the dramatics over a well-adjusted, stick in the mud any day~"

[taleswrittenmoving]

I got a message for the anon, because I'm not sure if they're coming here in good faith or just to fuck with you, Jay, but I'm betting either way they will be stalking your blog so please post this on my behalf if you wouldn't mind.

Jay doesn't write pedophilia. Jay does write dark content. This does not make Jay a bad person. In fact, in the time I have known Jay I have only seen a kind and extremely frustrated individual going through a shit ton of real life bullshit that would have most people begging for some kind of escape and relief from it all, only to come on to his favorite form of escapism from that shit to be bullied and slandered to the point GOOGLE REMOVED THE DOCUMENTS ON THE CALLOUT BLOG FOR LACK OF EVIDENCE.

Because there is no evidence.

Jay is clear about the taboo stuff he writes. He also tags the extremely taboo stuff for people to blacklist.

IT IS NOT JAY'S JOB TO MAKE HIS BLOG A COMFORTABLE SPACE FOR ANYONE, AND IF SOMEONE IS GONNA PRESSURE YOU NOT TO INTERACT WITH ANOTHER PERSON PURELY BASED OFF OF LIES AND SLANDER, MAYBE YOU SHOULD LOOK FOR DIFFERENT PEOPLE TO WRITE WITH.

This is Jax "Fuck Off Jay's Dick" Fracs saying have the day you deserve, nonnie.

Thank you, Jax. I'm so lucky to have you in my life and have a best friend like you.

I'm getting so sick of this. I shouldn't have to deal with this after 5 years so to have your support means EVERYTHING <3 I love you so much.

[dicethrow]

@corvusregards | Lucanis | starter call

Finn sat at the crumbling edge of the lighthouse courtyard. Bellara had since wished him farewell to work more on that old Elven relic of hers, and so Finn was left with naught but his thoughts, and a world of magic around him.

Except, he didn't have a magical bone in his body. So, he experimented with the Fade in another way. The broken stonework provided ample pebbles for testing, and he picked one up and flicked it across the Fade, watching as it bounced through the magic like a stone skipping on water… only upwards.

"Huh…" he mused, tossing another as it slipped off in a diagonal direction – another way entirely.

"I'll never understand this Fade shit."

Pebble after pebble was thrown, none going the same direction as the last, until eventually one whizzed right back at him. Finn stared out ahead.

"What the…" He threw another pebble; it bounced out and, a few moments later, came flying back. This turned into a small game of pebble toss between him and the Fade, over and over again, until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone approach. Just as the pebble was making its return, Finn turned to look, only to see Lucanis, and tried to warn him.

"Oi, duck!"

[wolf-eyes-wolf-soul]

[ TIEFLING PARTY. ] A starter where our muses approach one another at the tiefling party, to gossip, chat, dance, or hit on each other. (from Lucanis)

BG3 Canon Compliant/Divergent Meme @corvusregards

Morren had never experienced a party before. She wasn’t sure if she quite liked it now that she had.

For one, it was loud. People were talking, shouting, singing very badly after having drunk too much, and it all blended together into an unbearable cacophony. Tieflings were everywhere. It seemed she couldn’t take two steps without bumping someone or almost stepping on a tail. The only person she was trily concerned about was Halsin. He was the one who could perhaps cure them of these tadpoles but he had brushed her off. Tomorrow, he said.

Tomorrow.

That broke her. Morren fled the party as quickly as she could. She didn’t care where she went she just needed to be away from it.

She followed the river out of camp and upstream. The forest edge and the sight of moonlight playing on the ripples helped to soothe her. This was what she was familiar with. Nature. Quiet. All that she was missing was the familiar presence of Esca at her hip. She wondered if he was safe and if he missed her as much as she missed him.

She didn’t have to wander far before she realised she was not alone. Her eyes flashed, reflective in the dark, and on the breeze she could smell…coffee. That’s what that drink was called, right? Coffee and spices and another scent she couldn’t quite place but she knew it.

“Lucanis?” She called. Or maybe it wasn’t him. She tried again: “Spite? I know you’re there. I can smell you.”

[thedasguarded]

for @corvusregards 's Viago , from Tarquin | [LINK]

At first, even after getting Rook's agreement to make use of the eluvian, the Shadows' correspondence with the Crows had been by a few letters. Now, with Treviso under the dual threat of Blight and the Antaam, in-person visits were actually faster to coordinate. Tarquin had heard there was some brief fuss over security or the like, that they'd only permit someone trusted by both Rook and the Viper.

All of which meant, Tarquin was saddled with another duty, on top of tactics and information for the Shadow Dragons as well as playing the part of unassuming Templar archivist. Were the circumstances not so dire, he might've insisted Ashur and Rook choose someone else. As it stood, everyone was spreading themselves thinner and thinner by the week.

So here he was, stepping through a magic bloody mirror into another city halfway across the north, with a ledger and a map under his arm to coordinate what aid could be spared. The passing glances of curiosity or scrutiny, he was used to. Not so much the wariness in his wake, like a blade close enough to tickle his neck with every heartbeat. Just reflexes, hopefully.

Tarquin had seen Viago's name written, but he liked finally putting a face to it. He kept that thought to himself, though; they had work to do. "Viago de Riva, so I've heard. Tarquin, of the Shadow Dragons," he introduced himself with a brief nod, placing the ledger and map on the nearby table. "What's the situation in Treviso since your last letter, any changes?"

[deathswing]

no anon here; we haven't talked much ooc yet and only have a few things going but I'm already enjoying our interactions and look forward to writing with you more in the future ^_^

* your opinions on vi!

[veilweaves]

@corvusregards asked: ❝ the burden of your task is written across your face. ❞ (viago to velani)

Her eyes rolled and arms crossed over her chest as she moved to turn away from her Talon. Probably unwise, perhaps rude, but she hated how easily he read her when others struggled. "No it's not." She grumbled, though lacking conviction. And yet... Velani found herself in a position she never thought she would be in-- leading others... Was this the weight that Viago had to bear every day? "It's fine. I'm fine. Don't have to act so concerned."