Alecto and Viago de Riva! Aren’t they such a lovely and totally not at all suspicious couple at the party?
Thank you @alystrin03 for commissioning this project from me!
My first Dragon Age comm and it’s made me so happy!
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More than a year ago @missingnozw and I co-wrote a fic called "The Firefly contract" (we should upload the rest of the fic, as it is fully written!!)
One of my favorite scenes I wrote was the inspo for this wonderful art I commisioned from @anam-mana and smh I wanted to share it
Contrary to both his custom and personal preference, they had arrived late to the party. It hadn't been his fault, or at least, not entirely: he was helping her finish dressing when things got a little out of hand, and then the dress had to be replaced with one that wasn't ripped at least. He tugged down his shirt, neatly pressed until that afternoon, to remove the wrinkles that had formed after leaving it lying around anyway. He blushed slightly at the memory, and cleared his throat. Good thing punctuality in Minrathous wasn't the most valuable virtue either.
He glanced sideways at his date. Alecto looked splendid, not that he could put a single blemish on her appearance, even favored by the faint blush that still populated her cheeks. According to her custom she had braided her hair in a complex pattern, done in such a swift and accurate manner that only years of practice could justify. Her clothing left rather little to the imagination. Alecto justified it on the grounds that it would put anyone's guard down and she may have been right, Viago himself found it rather difficult to look away. He watched as she chose a glass full of amber liquid offered to her by one of the servants, which Viago declined with a gesture. Alecto took him by the arm, orienting her body to the side he wasn't looking at. A seemingly affectionate gesture, but one that allowed them to have a perfect control of what was happening around them: there was no need to pretend disinterest, and both analyzed the rest of the attendants in the same way they knew they were being observed.
“We are not the only foreigners here” She pointed out
“It was one of the requirements for us to attend. The client is here, no doubt, and for their safety and ours it is better that no one knows who is who.”
“It was one of the requirements for us to attend. The client is here, no doubt, and for their safety and ours it is better that no one knows who is who.”
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