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Some Rooks and Lucanis

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Our favourite paranoid faction leader

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I should do more with these two and this AU

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Idk trying to figure out Verso’s face. This game has wrecked my soul and I love it so much

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Sparring. Rook won

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Cowboy AU my beloved (some self indulgent GhostxOC stuff)

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10. "I don't care. I'm not leaving you." hurt me please

Here you go!

Ventus is burning around them. Beside Cyrrith, Dorian stares at the destruction with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open. His eyes are stuck on one corner of the city. Cyrrith takes his hand and squeezes. "My family's home is right there." Dorian points as an explosion sends a billow of black smoke into the air. "Can't say I'm sad to see it go."

"We got your staff out and I've been freeing slaves while you handled Ser Aaron. Let's see who else we can save," he gives Dorian's hand one more squeeze. Cyrrith pulls away and rushes into the fire.

He looks back to make sure Dorian is following.

They fly through the streets, killing qunari with speed. They provide a clear path out of the city for anyone they find. Cyrrith's ears suddenly twitch. "Dor I think someone's trapped in that house!"

Dorian turns but Cyrrith is already rushing inside. The smoke nearly blinds him. Cyrrith coughs, ducking his head. He can hear screams for help from upstairs. Cyrrith sprints up them, shouldering doors open. "Is anyone in here?!" He coughs again, eyes burning from the smoke. He slams into the the next room. Fire nearly sets his clothes alight. He flings his left arm in front of his face as fire licks around the prosthetic. Cyrrith backs up, slamming into the wall. The scent of burning flesh makes him gag violently.

He stumbles back down the stairs. "Cyrrith?!" He can see the faintest outline of Dorian through the smoke.

"Here!" He calls back hoarsely. "I'm…" the floor above them gives way. Cyrrith falls back against the stairs to avoid getting hit by flaming wood.

"Kaffas! Are you alright?!"

"I'm alive," Cyrrith offers. He starts coughing again. Cyrrith stands, cursing at the debris blocking his path out. "Dorian, you should, you should get out of here."

"Don't decide to be an idiot now!" Cyrrith can practically see Dorian pacing. "Is there a back entrance?!"

Cyrrith looks around, feeling lightheaded at the sight of more smoke coming from the other rooms. "I think it's on fire!" Dorian curses again. "Dorian, the building is going to come down!"

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you." Dorian starts to cough as well. "I have an idea!" Cyrrith can't even ask what it is before there's a ripple in the air. Dorian appears on the stairs. He wasn't expecting to be there, instantly falling backwards. Cyrrith catches him, wincing when Dorian lets out a startled yelp. Cyrrith lets go as soon as Dorian finds his footing. "Remind me to adjust the enchantments on your arm. I think your hand print is going to be seared into my skin."

Cyrrith coughs again. "Why in the Creators names did you do that?"

"So I could do this," Dorian brandishes his staff and blows the debris back. "Now come on!" He takes Cyrrith's right hand and hauls him out of the house. Cyrrith coughs up a storm as soon as they're outside. "We, we should get out of here."

"There are more people."

"We've saved as many as we can, time to save ourselves." Cyrrith nods and they take off running again. It's a blur of fire until they're outside the walls of the city. Cyrrith feels like he can barely breathe. He can still smell burning flesh. Cyrrith doesn't even wonder why until they collapse on a river bank Dorian leads him to.

They just lay there, coughing, for a long moment. Dorian recovers first, rolling over. "Kaffas, your arm."

His magic curls around Cyrrith's arm but its cold. Before his mind can process that it isn't Solas using magic on him Cyrrith's body revolts, bucking in the grass. "Don't cut it off, don't cut it off!"

The chill goes away in an instant. "It's just me, it's me." Dorian strokes his face with his free hand. He waits for Cyrrith to still, refusing to use another bit of magic until Cyrrith calms. "I'm cooling the metal down on your arm dove. So I can do this," he unstraps Cyrrith's prosthetic and moves it away. "Does that feel better amatus?"

"Yes," Cyrrith takes in a heaving breath. "Was I on fire?"

"The metal just got a little too hot for your lovely skin. I'll see if I can enchant it to not react that way again." Dorian shuffles through his pockets, brandishing two potions. Cyrrith takes it, letting the bottle fall into the grass once its empty. Dorian takes his hand after finishing his own healing potion. "Maker knows you'll inevitably run into another burning building." Dorian gives his hand a squeeze. Cyrrith smiles and lets out another cough. His husband knows him well.

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The Sun and The Moon

@magicsewerman

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Something something Cayde gets his calling and his brother Thakur gives him a crow death

Thakur belongs to @magicsewerman

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Beach episode. Featuring a couple of Rooks

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old art but I still love this one

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Beach episode. Featuring a couple of Rooks

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Zevcanis rare pair.

I can hear them arguing with each other

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I kinda want to do this with Cayde 👀

I might try to draw these or do them as a journal page

It’s been a while since I made a new Dragon Age questionnaire, so here’s one for your Warden OCs!

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Going to be at Anime North with @gisellesdoodles this year! find us at table 242! got a bunch of ghoap art, dragon age, and destiny stuff (and a few people requested some destiny au stuff sooo...)

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Study of that one Joseph Bowler piece

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Destiny Ghoap while trying to battle burnout