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I can’t wait for the fic that I’m going to write after this fic I’m not writing because I still have to finish another fic (which I can’t seem to focus on).

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“My dearest Amatus,

I know you just left, run off to save a village or adopt a new pet. (I’m not sorry we couldn’t keep Louise. She is better off where she is. Don’t argue) And still I can’t help missing you terribly already. Such a sap, I’m sure you can tell. Yes yes, I know I can use the crystal whenever my heart desires, but the hopeless romantic I have become - which I blame you for entirely, likes the thought of you carrying my letters. That a token of my affections are carried with you, no matter how far away from me you go. While I will never stop you foolish man from doing the right thing, I can’t stop my selfish heart from wanting you to stay with me. 

Are you also aware they are selling portraits of you, in the black market in Minrathous? None able to catch your likeness of course. Except one small one, easily enough to fit in my pocket. Which is why I felt it only right that you should also be able to gaze at my handsome face whenever you desire, as well. Of course, like you, no portrait will be able to catch my wit and charm, but it’s something at least. Also, feel free to use my portrait in more private hours of the night, as I know I will with yours. Do no hesitate to use the crystal for such moments.

I love you, foolish, foolish man. Return to me soon.

Yours always, Dorian."

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“I meant it. I do not yet know what that entails, but I meant it.”

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quick cullen scribble

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Leave Spite to me.

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Dellamorte. The Crow.

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Longing

(Introducing my Inquisitor, Cain Trevelyan.)

Dorian overlooked the city from his tall office window, grief once again grasped at his heart.  He had wished for better things for his city, and then it was attacked by a dragon. A blighted dragon at that.

As if fighting the corruption from within the city hadn’t been a challenge enough. Now it was blighted on the outside as well.

This, he did not need. The city did not need this. Sighting, he clutched the amulet around his neck as he turned back to his desk. It was filled with letters and missives that he did not have the heart to look at for the moment. Too many heartbreaks and pleads for help. He needed a moment to gather himself.

The amulet had almost become a talisman for him, something to hold on to for strength. Strength given to him by Cain Trevelyan, Oh Lord Inquisitor, Herald of Andraste, his husband. The man bore so many titles he was surprised the man managed to stand upright most of the time. The world seemed perfectly happy to call on him in times of need, only to disregard him again when the troubles were over. He had warned him once there would be no gratitude for saving the world. Yet, he kept on doing it.

The magic within the amulet lay dormant for the moment, until he gave it a spark of his magic.

“Amatus?” his voice low and gentle, in case the man was busy in one of his endless meetings, or headfirst into danger, or if by some miracle, he had been lucky enough to catch some rest. The maker knew he needed it.

Part of him was glad he wasn’t here to witness the destruction around him, but the very selfish part of him wished he was here. If nothing else than to know he was safe. It had been months since they last saw each other, whenever Cain could persuade or bribe Morrigan to take him through the eluvians. With them being on the move all the time, there never seemed to be an easy route to him. And to not forget all of the south being overrun by darkspawn to hold back. Even so, Dorian wished for his beloved to be in his arms.

The crystal within the amulet lay silent for a moment, before he could feel the magic spark to life again.

“Yes?” the voice at the other end sounded breathless.

Dorian arched an eyebrow. “Am I interrupting something?” 

It took a moment - a moment too long, before the next reply came.

“Just.. out and about”

His heart sank a bit. “Ah, well don’t let me interrupt your gallivanting, I only wanted to-"

The voice on the other broke in. “Give me a second, love. Let me get out of the wind.”

He was about to answer when the window behind him blew open. Still holding the amulet in his hand, he turned, prepared to send a bolt in case there was an intruder. Maker knew there had been a fair share of them. 

The spark died in his hand however as he saw the face of his unexpected visitor. In the window sill, the wind threw the curtains around him and leaves were tossed around him. The papers on his desk were scattered around the room, but Dorian didn’t even notice. In the window, stood his husband. An all familiar grin on his face, as he lifted the same amulet around his neck to his mouth.

“Much better. You were saying?”

The sound of his voice echoed slightly from his own amulet. His retort however were drowned out as he crossed the room to throw his arms around his foolish husband.

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commander loverboy 💓

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Do we have thoughts on the bathing situation at the Lighthouse?

Like, is there a room we don't have access to in the game that serves as a bathroom, or does the lighthouse just pop up a bathtub in peoples room? I know there weren't really any in the previous games either, but considering the Lighthouse can just create rooms, would it know the need of a bathroom? And if so,do they ask for it, or does the Lighthouse just send one in, hinting you stink? I like the thought of an underground onsen style, with hot steaming water and stone decoration!

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Lucanis: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Rook: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Lucanis: I said within reason, Rook. How about I murder that guy? Rook: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Lucanis: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Dragon Age: Inquisition

➢ Party banter [1/?]

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You're here. You're really here.

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mods edits

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We should spend more time together. I would like that. Me, too. You said that...

cully-wully sketch from awhile ago 💓