pathsendless
pathsendless
those paths sure are endless
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23 | they/them | pillars of eternity, dragon age, bg3 & TTRPGs | i follow from @spellhart :)
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pathsendless · 11 hours ago
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Ciro rescued some weird Aedyran bookish guy and agreed to travel with him based solely on what he thinks Raina would do. Which is great for him considering he opened the door of the black hound and saw her at the counter trying to get a room
Anyways yayyy they are reunited!
Ciro, having gotten separated from the love of his life and assuming she’s dead, watching the rest of the caravan die and becoming a watcher: guess I may as well make it to civilization, it’s what Raina would have wanted for me
Ciro, stepping foot in Gilded Vale, having just spent hours walking through the wilderness alone: this is the most depressing place I’ve ever been and I was a slave.
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pathsendless · 13 hours ago
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Ciro, having gotten separated from the love of his life and assuming she’s dead, watching the rest of the caravan die and becoming a watcher: guess I may as well make it to civilization, it’s what Raina would have wanted for me
Ciro, stepping foot in Gilded Vale, having just spent hours walking through the wilderness alone: this is the most depressing place I’ve ever been and I was a slave.
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pathsendless · 14 hours ago
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you are the ecstasy
vervain mercar/emmrich volkarin
rating: M
word count: 1726
ao3 link (originally posted here)
“I haven’t been to a party like this since…”
“Since what, thirty years ago?”
“…Something like that, yes.”
“Well, now you’re here, so you’d better get out of your head at least long enough to dance a little.”
“Sorry Em, ‘s just a consequence of dating me. You’re gonna get dragged to my parties.” Vervain guided him through the crowd toward the bar, holding his hand tightly and stroking it with his thumb. “It’ll be a good time, I swear.”
Emmrich nearly walked into a woman deep in conversation with her friends before Vervain yanked him forward. “I haven’t been to a party like this since…”
“Since what, thirty years ago?”
“…Something like that, yes.”
“Well, now you’re here, so you’d better get out of your head at least long enough to dance a little,” Vervain said with a smirk, and it put Emmrich at ease just as much as it scrambled up his insides.
He worried whether his dress shirt and slacks were too formal for an affair like this—dozens of Dock Town youth crammed into a bar tucked behind a warehouse that was only tentatively a legal establishment, judging by the fact that Vervain had needed to give a passphrase to a woman twirling a dagger by the door who seemed like she would be more than delighted to tear their guts out with it. He could barely hear his own thoughts over the music and chatter, laughter echoing off the cracked concrete walls from all around him. It was starting to make him dizzy. And they’d been there for all of five minutes.
Vervain had managed to get them to the bar, and before Emmrich could even ask if there was a menu, there was a cup in each of their hands. “Drink,” Vervain said, clinking their glasses together.
Emmrich frowned at the vaguely brown liquid. “What is it?”
“Cheap,” was all that Vervain told him, and then he winked and tilted his head back, emptying his cup in one go.
Every day with this man made Emmrich wonder how he got here, and why he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else in the world than at his side.
It didn’t seem like much of a sipping liquor, whatever it was—the smell was astringent at best, and it was clearly the kind of drink intended to be a means to an end. Emmrich silently bemoaned the headache he’d inevitably have come morning before shutting his eyes and pouring as much of it down his throat as he could manage.
“Goodness, that’s strong,” he said with a grimace as it burned his esophagus all the way down.
“That’s the idea.”
“So, you took me out for the purpose of getting me inebriated? Darling, we could have done that at home. With a much nicer beverage, mind you.”
“We could’ve. But that’s not really the point.” Vervain wrapped an arm around his lover’s waist and pulled him close, the cinnamon and alcohol on his breath affecting more than just Emmrich’s nose. “I brought you here to have fun. There’s music, dancing, and a back alley with our names on it for when the crowds get to be too much.”
“And we’re not going to be murdered in this back alley?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, Em.”
“I watched you murder someone in a back alley.”
“Well, that was—different. He tried to kill me first, so not technically murder.” Vervain slid his cup to the bartender, who passed it back full again, and then he promptly downed that drink, too. “And it was personal. And in a different part of town. We’ll be fine. I promise.”
“If you insist,” Emmrich sighed. It was clear that Vervain had actually put some thought into this; his red-brown eyes had that spark of deviousness that always awakened something inside the professor that he had long since assumed was dead, but there was a softness in them, too—a reassurance that they could leave anytime Emmrich wanted, that it was only encouragement, not pressure.
But then a toothy grin crossed his face, eyes illuminated in scarlet by the brightly-colored flames along the walls, and Emmrich couldn’t decide if he was more turned on or terrified. Vervain started to pull him away from the bar, leaning in to whisper in Emmrich’s ear, “Dance with me.”
And who would he be to decline, really, when the most gorgeous and fascinating man he’d ever met was looking at him like they were the only two people here, like the band was playing just for them?
He didn’t keep track of how long they danced—and it was much different dancing than Emmrich was used to, the practiced steps and routines of Nevarran balls forgone for fast-paced skipping and twirling, for Vervain’s body flush against his in a way that made him more light-headed than the exertion—nor did he keep track of how many drinks they’d had, which was somewhat irresponsible on his part, he’d admit, but he was at least making sure that they both drank plenty of water.
“C’mon, I want a smoke,” Vervain said after a while, and Emmrich followed him to the back door without letting go of his hand, grateful for the chance to get some air. The alley was empty when they got there, but he wasn’t sure how long it would remain that way.
Vervain waved his hand and set a ward on the door. “Privacy for as long as we need.”
“I… thank you, I appreciate it,” Emmrich said, leaning against the wall of the not-quite-a-bar. He took a deep breath. The damp Dock Town air was a welcome balm for the sweat and perfume and warehouse stench that he’d been inhaling indoors.
“Kaffas, forgot how much all of that can take out of me.” Vervain fished a hand-rolled cigarette out of his satchel, lighting it with a small flame spell before putting it to his lips and taking a puff. Emmrich watched, never able to look away. “It’s been a minute, what with all the Solas shit. But it’s good to get out despite the apocalypse.”
Emmrich nodded. “It has been a delightful evening,” he confessed, and he surprised himself with how truthfully he meant it.
Vervain leaned against the wall next to him. “Yeah?”
“You do have a way of making me feel as though I still have my youth like you do,” Emmrich mused. He gestured for the cigarette.
Vervain cocked an eyebrow before handing it over, and Emmrich took it between his fingers with practiced ease. “Oh, come on. I’m not some spring chicken, I’m thirty… thirty-something.”
“Comparatively, you are much better equipped for partying until dawn and drinking to excess than I, despite my admittedly excellent physical condition.” Emmrich took a drag, the spices Vervain added when he rolled his cigarettes mixing with the tobacco to give a much more enjoyable burn than he’d gotten from the mystery liquor. He exhaled with a pleased sigh.
Vervain snorted. “Whatever.”
They stood in silence, listening to the faint music coming from inside, passing the cigarette back and forth until it dwindled. The moon was visible overhead, though the stars were blocked by the shadow of Minrathous’s Hightown and the bright lights that never seemed to shut off, no matter how late into the night it got. Twice, partygoers tried to exit into the alley, grumbling Tevene curses when they found the door was locked. The first time, Emmrich jumped, but he was reassured by the ward holding fast, and the second time he barely noticed.
Vervain flicked the end onto the ground with a hum. “I don’t really feel like going back in yet, honestly.”
“No?” Emmrich stepped away from the wall and stretched his arms above his head. He didn’t miss how Vervain’s eyes tracked the movement, zeroing in on the way his shirt came untucked from his trousers. “Well, we have this dark alley to ourselves, do we not?”
“Emmrich Volkarin, are you suggesting what I think you are?” Vervain gasped in exaggerated surprise.
It took less than a full stride for Emmrich to be in his space, right hand placed against the wall next to his head, left hand on the side of his face. Emmrich stroked a finger along Vervain’s pointed ear, and the shivering groan it earned him only fueled the growing fire. “And what do you think I’m suggesting, my dear?”
“That we fuck against this wall and then go home to keep going?”
“I wouldn’t put it so crudely.”
“It’s sex in an alley behind a warehouse, Em. Crudely is the only way to put it.”
“Oh, hush, you.”
“You want me to stop talking, you do something about it.”
Emmrich twisted curled hair around his fingers and tilted Vervain’s head back just an inch. “If I must,” he said with a grin, leaning down to bring their lips together.
Before they could properly kiss, though, the doorknob rattled again. “Fucking horny kids locking the door again,” grumbled a voice from inside. The speaker tried the knob once more, cursed under his breath, and stomped away.
Neither of them could help bursting into laughter. The tobacco and clove on both of their tongues mingled in the air that was barely there between them, each inhaling the other’s breath, shared like Vervain’s cigarette. “Hear that?” Vervain snickered. “We’re horny kids. I don’t want you making any more excuses about being old.”
“I was not making excuses,” Emmrich complained through his fit of laughter, any contempt that could have been in his voice completely melted away by the warmth in his chest. “Goodness, you must really want me to shut you up.”
“Obviously,” Vervain said with a roll of his eyes. “And do you plan on doing that?”
Emmrich answered with a kiss to his cheekbone, then his jaw, then finally to his open mouth, taking a moment to suck on his lower lip and revel in the way Vervain sighed.
“Acceptable?” Emmrich whispered against the corner of his lips, and he pulled back with feigned innocence when Vervain tried to chase the kiss.
“Not nearly, and you know it,” the shorter man said, burying his hands in impeccably styled hair. “Now get back down here before I start getting tempted to push you to the ground and do things there.”
Emmrich placed a light peck on the tip of Vervain’s nose and giggled when it scrunched up, then kissed his lips again in apology for his teasing. “Alright, alright. As you wish, my love. I’d rather not dirty this shirt.”
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pathsendless · 14 hours ago
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Don’t worry, Assan very happily gets the armchair in front of the fire all to himself.
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pathsendless · 14 hours ago
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"You could have waited inside, my dear Warden." "And where's the fun in that, huh? I thought I'd meet you halfway, save some time." "Oh, a perfect moment to waste that time now, then."
Help. I'm so deep.
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pathsendless · 1 day ago
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Allara fit update - probably sometime before deadfire when she's comfortable donning caed nua's colours and the place starts to really mean something to her.
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pathsendless · 1 day ago
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soooo at the end of deadfire eothas says that there is a generation's worth of souls already in the beyond who will be born but after that. no more reincarnation. so i think the urgency to rebuild the wheel is definitely there but... its not like there isn't time to fix it, especially when considering that not all kith have the same lifespans. but try not to think about how the dwarves and the elves will probably be the ones to see most of the hollowing of eora should that shit not get fixed
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pathsendless · 1 day ago
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Did the Watcher even get Inquisitor Lodwyn's name? She never mentions it, and it's on, like, a single note that's pretty much entirely inconsequential.
I can just imagine the Envoy going "You killed Inquisitor Lodwyn!?" and the Watcher going "Who? But probably."
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pathsendless · 1 day ago
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^ depicted: my watcher listening to thaos tell all about how people committed atrocities in the name of false gods in order to justify the atrocities he just committed in the name of false gods
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pathsendless · 2 days ago
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ummm so pillars of eternity deadfire has sea shanties playing as you sail the bounding main etc except they’re irl sea shanties with the lyrics adapted to the lore of the game this game was made for meeeeeeeeee!!!!!
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pathsendless · 2 days ago
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mentally rotating my oc canon ships as cheesy romance novel covers
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pathsendless · 2 days ago
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Orlan should have paws (and a tail).
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pathsendless · 2 days ago
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Why does it look like they’re giving each other the side eye LMAO
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pathsendless · 3 days ago
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making my way through the prologue with my new watcher and man that walk from Cilant Lîs to Gilded Vale must have been so depressing. like everyone else in that caravan died, you suddenly awaken and start hearing voices and seeing things and you're just. alone on the road for hours with your thoughts (and the visions!).
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pathsendless · 3 days ago
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Image of a Saint
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pathsendless · 4 days ago
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earthernware + the devil of caroc?
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palette
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pathsendless · 4 days ago
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from the palette. eothas in clarification <3
Tried a different direction with it this time
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