Bowties Are Cool

if we do not do what we must do, what we must do does not get done

[jenn2d2]

Master Post: Dragon Age Banter

All of the little drabbles of banter that I have.

Carina de Riva

Other Plans

Other Plans (cont.)

Hisstopher

House Egrativi Axes Their Regards

Adaari Anger Management

Family Resemblance

Coffee

Important Questions

Gladius Mercar

Rook Overshares

So You're Saying I Have a Chance

Miscellaneous

Neve & Illario - Indelible

Anna Laidir, Emmrich, Johanna - Teaching Assistant

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Harding Week 2026 will take place from July 27th to August 2nd!

The hashtag will be #DATVHarding2026.

The prompts for the week are as follows:

Day 1 (July 27) – Compassion | Rage Day 2 (July 28) – Archery | Camping Day 3 (July 29) – Cheese | Mabari Day 4 (July 30) – Kal Sharok | Titans Day 5 (July 31) – The Stone | Lyrium | Isatunoll Day 6 (August 1) – Solo | Team Day 7 (August 2) – Free Day!

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We’re so excited to see what you all do with these prompts!

[biowaredisasterbisexual]

HARDING WEEK!! So stoked for it!!!

[stonesense]

is post-da2 hawke like, still rich. where did that go

[stonesense]

hawke: wait guys we can’t flee the city yet i called for my servants to bring over a carriage full of my valuables and it isn’t here yet

anders: sweetheart i’m trying to do a revolution here and you’re killing the vibe

hawke: that all black revolution wardrobe doesn’t grow on trees anders

[zennihilation]

Working Holiday

Juan has a task to do in Minrathous and brings Jericho along for a bit of an impromptu vacation. Unfortunately, they aren't aware of Jericho's tenuous history in the city.

written with @sandcastlekings | Some time after After Taste

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"Are you serious?" Juan had gotten into the habit of preparing breakfast about that time in the mid-morning. Instead, they were having a tense conversation on the phone, idly flipping the kitchen knife in their hand. "But what if… No, no, I heard you. Fine. I get it."

Jericho had only recently woken up, pulled out of bed by the sound of Juan's voice. He walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee before leaning against the counter and watching Juan's side of a seemingly heated conversation. Curious as he was, he didn't want to interrupt, only raising a brow questioningly when Juan turned his way.

Juan looked over and waved a bit. "Yeah, actually, make that for two. Alright, I'll behave. Call you when I got arrangements."

As they wrapped up their call, Jericho chuckled a bit, "who's telling you to behave this early in the day?"

"Gigi. She wants me to run something down." Then they grinned a bit. "But, she said I can bring some company if you can get a couple nights off."

"I think I could manage that," he smiled. "Where are we going?"

"Minrathous. Just have to verify some addresses. I'll have a lot of hours to myself."

"Ah." Jericho frowned slightly, but quickly tried to school his features, regaining his interest in spending a couple of days away with Juan. "Should be fun."

Juan caught the hesitation and frowned a bit. "I mean, you don't have to. I can go on my own."

With a small sigh, he moved closer and kissed Juan's forehead. "I do want to go with you. A couple of days away with just us sounds wonderful, actually." He paused briefly, a small crease appearing between his eyes. "But, you know I'm from Minrathous, right?"

"I… forgot," they admitted sheepishly. "Shit, I'm sorry. You can stay behind. I'll just video call you."

"Juan, no. I do want to go with you. I don't mind." Smiling warmly, he took their hand, trying to reassure them. "There's just… maybe a couple of places I'd like to avoid. If possible. That's all."

"Yeah, of course. I can find my way around if I need to. When I'm not working on this, we can stay at the hotel. There's supposed to be a nice spa inside."

"That sounds nice. We can do pretty much whatever you like. I can show you around some. Could be interesting… it's been… a really long time since I've been back."

"Take me anywhere. I don't usually get to do anything fun on these things."

"We'll find something fun to do, I promise." He grinned at them. "What do you need to do for work while you're there though?"

"There's a couple addresses that say they're in the city, but we haven't been able to double check. It's always better to see them with your own eyes. And, maybe, if something falls in my lap about that crazy guy's blog… well. Then it happens."

"Should be easy enough, it sounds like. When do we go?"

"Tonight. I need to get tickets now."

Jericho's eyes widened, and he turned to pour himself a cup of the coffee that had just finished brewing. Immediately taking a large drink, he finally nodded at Juan. "Right, I better start packing then."

"It's only for a couple nights. And it's not like we're going to go clubbing or anything so we just need regular clothes." Then they perked up and looked over. "Wait, is there some place we'd need to wear something specific?"

"Hm. I don't think so? Unless, you want me to take you out to a fancy dinner," he smiled, his eyes crinkling a bit. "Or if you need to dress up for anything work related, I suppose."

"Not exactly heading into meetings, but I should probably bring a suit. Do you like fancy dinners?"

He shrugged. "They're nice from time to time, but honestly, I'm happy anywhere the food's good."

"I'll bring a nice set of clothes, just in case."

Jericho made a second cup of coffee and set it down in front of Juan, leaving a quick kiss on their cheek before pulling away with a grin. "Good, then so will I."

"It'll also just be commercial. I don't have anyone I can bully into giving me a private jet."

"I don't mind, we'll make the best of it."

They grinned and kissed him. Then get packed. I'll get tickets."

Once they landed in Minrathous and made it out of the airport, Jericho paused for a moment, taking in the surroundings, and took a deep breath before reaching for Juan's hand. "So, where to?"

They took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "We can catch a cab to the hotel and rest a bit. Maybe dinner."

"That sounds good. Where are we staying?"

They checked their phone. "Ah… The Madrigal. It's supposed to be in Vivazzi Plaza."

"Oh, that's fancy. Viago's sparing no expense, huh?"

"He won't even see the expense report," Juan said with a grin.

"Even better," he grinned back.

They caught a cab just outside the airport and headed toward the hotel. Jericho quietly watched the scenery go by outside the window, not letting go of Juan's hand the the whole ride.

"Hey," they whispered, squeezing his hand. "You okay?"

"Hm?" He turned toward Juan and squeezed their hand in return with a small smile. "I'm okay. It's just a little… strange, being back here after so long. It's been years."

"Would you rather have stayed home? I didn't realize it was that bad." They frowned. "I should have asked. I didn't want to pry."

"No, no it's alright. Minrathous itself isn't the problem… I just… don't have a lot of good memories here." He gave Juan a soft look, his voice growing quiet. "I'm hoping this trip might change that."

They smiled and put their head on his shoulder. "I don't think it works that way, but we'll do our best."

Leaning his head against the top of Juan's, he chuckled. "Doesn't hurt to try. We can at least add some good memories to the mix."

"We can just do room service when we get in, while we orient ourselves."

"That sounds really nice," he sighed. "But are you sure? If you'd rather go out, we can. I want you to have a good time here."

"Only if you have a place we can go. Otherwise, having a night to rest in sounds pretty good."

"Staying in it is then." Jericho smiled and turned to kiss Juan's cheek. "Think the hotel has those really soft and fancy bathrobes?"

"Oh yeah, it should. We could get a bath kit sent up too."

"Mmm. I'm gonna feel spoiled after this, I think," he giggled. "I fully intend to put on a fancy robe, collapse into bed, and let the fluffy pillows consume me."

They grinned. "Oh sure but when I do it to you at home, it's torture."

Jericho smirked back at them and laughed before stealing a quick kiss.

The hotel was nice and the neighborhood was pretty lively. It took a bit to get settled in their room which overlooked one of the more popular plazas. The decor was high quality with a bit of Antivan motif throughout to set it apart from the other hotels in the area. A little gaudy but not so much for it to be unbearable.

Juan pulled their bag in and looked around with a low whistle. "No, you were right, this is a very nice place."

Jericho nodded as he set his own bag down. "Yeah, I've never stayed here before, but it's got a reputation for being really nice… and really expensive."

"Yeah… so when I get stressed out sometimes we expense me a little weekend to keep me from doing something stupid," Juan admitted with no small amount of embarrassment. "So I didn't actually book this. I'll get them something nice when I get back."

"So… this isn't really a work trip?" He looked at them curiously, reaching out tentatively to palm their cheek. "Have you been that stressed?"

They breezed past the question and shrugged. "It is a work trip, but this is nicer than even something I would try. Gemma's getting really good at pushing it."

"Juan…" Frowning a bit, Jericho sighed and dropped his hand. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the very plush and comfortable bed and looked up at them with a slightly worried gaze.

"I'm fine, I promise." They reached over and handed over the the menu. "Find us something for dinner."

He took a few minutes to peruse the menu, eventually settling on something more traditionally Tevene than they could typically find in Treviso, and placed the room service order after confirming it with Juan. While waiting on the food to arrive, he explored everything the room had to offer, eventually finding a neatly folded stack of the fluffy bathrobes he'd been hoping for in the bathroom. He changed into one and came back in to the bedroom, crashing on the bed, and flipped on the tv.

They chuckled watching him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Everything in order?"

"Hmm. Maybe," he grinned. "Depends on if there's anything decent to watch."

"I'm sure there will be something on entertaining enough." They slid next to him. "You look comfortable at least. It's usually me going through every drawer and button in a place."

"I am comfortable. And there's more of these in the bathroom if you want to explore the place and join me."

"I might after we get dinner. We can't just keep ruining the wait staff wherever we go."

Jericho smirked a little and looked at Juan out of the corner of his eye as he flipped through channels. "That's a fair point."

They grinned and kissed him. "Thank you for coming with me."

"Yeah, of course." He reached for their hand and squeezed it gently. "I meant it, when I said I wanted to."

"I know. I can still like your company."

He looked up at them with a small smile. "I'm glad you still do. I love you, Juan."

"I love you too, Jer. Are you okay being here?"

"I am. Like I said… the city itself isn't the problem…" He frowned slightly. "I just want to steer clear of my family."

"That's understandable. Any place we should stay clear of?"

Jericho scratched at his beard as he thought, a crease forming between his brows. "Their neighborhood, obviously. And anywhere the politically powerful are likely to frequent." He wrinkled his nose a bit, a slight scowl forming.

"Hmm," they muttered, running a finger over his brow. "If needed, I can do my walk around on my own. I can come back when I'm done."

He felt his tension ease a bit at their touch and sighed. "I'll go with you as much as I can. How likely are we to end up in those places anyway?"

"I am looking into the dirty money of rich people so… it's not a zero chance."

"Right. Of course." He grimaced, leaning his head back against the pillows. "I'll be alright. I'll tell if you if I need to hang back anywhere."

They sighed heavily, putting their head on his chest. "I should have asked. I guess I didn't realize how little I actually know about you."

"It's okay," he whispered, running his fingers through their hair. "It's not like I ever bring it up. I cut contact with my family when I moved to Treviso for good."

"That much I guessed. Tevinter's a big place. I didn't realize you were from here."

Jericho laid there for a moment, mentally kicking himself for never telling Juan even some of the most basic things about himself. "I'm sorry… I guess I didn't really ever think to mention…"

"It's fine. Neither did I. I just don't want to drag you into a place you stayed away from for a reason."

"You didn't drag me here, Juan," he assured, softly kissing the top of their head. "I came here willingly. To be with you. And you know… anything you don't know about me… you can always ask. I won't keep it from you."

"Yeah, I know. But you know what I mean. If you're uncomfortable, you can tell me. Um… is there anything around here you do like?"

"I will, I promise. And I'm really okay right now," he smiled softly. "And there are things I like. I can show you around a bit, when we have some time."

"Looking forward to it! Hm, is there anything I need to keep an eye out for? Or you should?"

"Hm, like what? Besides anyone with an obvious family resemblance, so I can run the other way?" he grinned.

"That's a pretty good one!" Juan grinned back.

"I'm probably more worried about running into them than I need to be, honestly. We'll manage, if it comes to it."

"Are you banned from anywhere?"

Jericho chuckled at that. "No, not that I'm aware of."

"Then we should be fine."

There was a polite knock at the door. "Oh, that's probably dinner."

"And I still have my clothes on!" They hopped up, letting in the attendant to set up dinner on a small table.

Jericho picked up the remote again and quickly found something on tv that would at least provide decent background noise, and then joined Juan at the table after the attendant left. "Looks good. It's been too long since I've had actual Tevene food. Antiva tries… but it's just not the same."

"Very excited! What did you get? I don't think there's a good place anywhere near the pit."

"Oh, it's just grilled chicken skewers with rice and veggies. Kind of simple, but a favorite when I was younger," he shrugged.

"Probably a good plan considering the flight." Juan thought for a bit while they ate. "It's very good! Do you have any other good memories?"

"Hmm…" Jericho thought for a moment, trying to come up with something that might be considered good from that time. "There's a lot of cool little places scattered around that you wouldn't really know to look for as a tourist. Bars with live shows every night, little shops with the strangest assortment of things… that sort of stuff. My brother and I used to sneak off sometimes and go find things like that to do. It was fun."

"Let's do that tomorrow night."

He smiled warmly at them. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

[tallyoh]

Illario our failwife <3

[redaresss]

A Fine Romance Tag

I am so sorry for the multiple tags. Thank you @amoaliquis and @zennihilation

Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.

So I'm gonna share two...cause I can.

Does bittersweet parting count? This one is from my first attempt at a lichemmrich in Life and Love Eternal

"Why do I feel like I'll never see you again." He looked at her, sincerely looked. A sadness in her eyes as the reality of it began to hit.   "I wouldn't say never." He placed his hand atop hers and gently squeezed. Silently reassuring her. After a while, reluctantly she let go. Though Zea resembled his wife, she wasn't her. If reincarnation was real, then one day his Zea would return to him. He spirit would know cause there would be no other. He would wait another thousand years if it meant having his Zea back in his arms.  He turned to leave but stopped before turning back to her. Locking eyes with hers one last time. "In another life, perhaps."  

This one was a nonsexual intimate moment from While you were away

Emmrich stayed true to his word; his eyes never left her. The scent of her freshly washed curls filled his nose, the focus in her eyes as she set about her task. He had only allowed one other to shave him before he learned himself. Never trusted anyone enough. Not her. Delicate fingers held firm on his chin, slightly adjusting his head as the blade glided across the edges of his face. There was no fear or hesitation in her strokes and that made him even more at ease. Prior to her acquaintance, life was routine, his aspirations neatly charted so long as he adhered to the prescribed course. Yet, somewhere along the way, a vital spark had been lost. A light her fiery nature brought back. Surprised how it set his mind at ease. A light that was brutally snuffed out by his own carelessness and the blighted god. How profound the ensuing darkness threatened to engulf him, forever banishing his repose. As the blade completed it's final pass, noticing the delicate furrowing of her brows. The words were poised upon his very his tongue: To offer her his hand in marriage. Would she even accept a proposal from him? Not at that moment. Fear that such a request would be too much. And so, he squared it away to a pocket in his mind for later. For after.

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[jenn2d2]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you so much to @sorcerousadventurer, @woundedsoul12, @sandcastlekings, and @chaosherald for the tags!

Above is Teia/Queen of Crows, in progress to complement the one I did for Viago/King of Crows earlier. This one is mid-process, so there are still a lot of things that will change for decorations, and I def. need to improve her ear and nose, as well as expand her hair, because it should be glorious.

I'm partway through work for a scene from Crow Parties are Murder - this was going to be the kiss while getting redressed, but with that background, I may need to do the rooftop one instead which means they both need far fancier dress.

And finally, a very early stages Mafia AU Gladius (the real, and sadly deceased version.)

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[zuesue]

oh my GOD

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[harrisonthefulgurite]

[randomalienencounter]

…

>:[

[sorcerousadventurer]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @chaosherald @kogarashi-art @woundedsoul12 and @sandcastlekings!

A little something from Texas AU, featuring Lydia and @handsignals Nona.

It's not edited yet, we die like Venatori.

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[jenn2d2]

A Fine Romance

Thank you so much @zennihilation for the tag!

Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.

I often sneak in some degree of schmoopy stuff, but I will say that this scene from the 9th chapter of Crow Parties are Murder is one of my favorites.

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Neve stood facing [Illario] across the icy graveyard, shaky and unsteady, but triumphant with a smear of blood across her cheek. She gave him a crooked smile as their eyes met and Illario could feel his heart skip a beat. She looked like a goddess of retribution itself had taken form to grace him with her favor. As he stared, a sharp whistle went up around the roof, echoing out down to the streets and courtyard below. Cheers went up from the crowd gathered to celebrate, heralding the sight of dozens of Crows descending on the Chantry from all sides.

Illario paid it no mind. All he could do was smile at Neve in return.

Feet moving before thought, he stepped through the ice without hesitation, keeping his eyes on her. A stray Venatori stumbled into view, fleeing a thrown blade, and he cut them down without breaking his stride. Throat cut, body twisted, pushed out and away from his path as he accelerated. Another cultist pitched backwards off of the roof behind Neve as one of Illario's throwing knives embedded in their throat as he reached where she stood.

"You put the stars themselves to shame, Detective," Illario circled his arm around her waist and pressed her close. He could feel her lean on him for support as he reached up to hold her face with his other hand. Neve gave the slightest shake as she wound her arms up over his shoulders and around his neck, but she steadied in his embrace as they pressed closer.

"Oh? Cold and distant?" Neve chuckled, but there was something around the edges of that laugh that felt like it was sharp enough to cut.

"Imposible," Illario brushed his thumb along her cheek, warm even through the leather of his glove. He gave her a gentle smile as he tilted his face to look down into her eyes. "You burn far too brightly for them to compete, even if I could pluck them from the sky to compare."

Neve gave him a curious look, and then suddenly rose up and pulled Illario down into a kiss with a rush of heat. He pulled her into a closer embrace as the kiss deepened, threading his hand up into her hair gently and pressing her as closely as he could. Around them, the noise of the city rose in a crescendo as the clock tower, long silent, began to toll midnight out over a free Treviso.

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[woundedsoul12]

WIP Wednesday My People!

Thanks for the tags @kogarashi-art @sandcastlekings @runawaydragons @redaresss @chaosherald

For the first time in...a long time I don't actually have any events I am signed up for. There's no pressure I can do...whatever the fuck I want.

So I bring you...a silly pride month WIP that is in very rough sketch

Inspired by the Sexy Eye of Sauron Mercar. Riley may use He/Him pronouns but he is actually Nonbinary. And gender is...whatever to him

So introducing... Dr Riley N Furter

[orteil42]

Wait, you were actually born in the 1900's? Thats so cool

i am going to eat my own entire skin

[idabbleincrazy]

Reblog if you were born in the 1900's.

[avoiding-claws]

[rachelkatwalsh]

“Honestly, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. But we’d only just met.”

[woundedsoul12]

Tell Me Tuesday

Yes people it's back. If you have never played before, take a recently published work and break it down for me scene by scene

My offering this week is Another Day, Another Dollar which I wrote in honor of Nurse/Hospital/EMS week and features Lenaquin and my medical AU

"How can I help you?" She put on her best customer service voice when she answered, forcing a smile as Mr. Hill in bed 8 ranted on about when he would be discharged.

Look we start out with Lena being the charge nurse in a very busy ER. And if you have ever worked Healthcare you know you are part lifesaver, part IT, part customer service rep, part problem solver, part everything. I definitely am a completely different person when I answer that call light

With every passing day she found herself more and more done with this shit. Short staffing, no raises, and a hospital that was rationing supplies like the apocalypse was coming. Budgeting they called it. Bullshit she said. This was not what she got into nursing for, but sadly this was reality in the post Covid world. And yet Tarquin got mad when she joked about quitting nursing for stripping.

1. This year they literally made it a NATIONAL safety goal to address staffing issues. I left the hospital because post covid hospitals continue to push nurses to unsafe ratios. All for profit, they claim. But only worrying about profit kills people.

Also I have never known a nurse who didn't joking about quitting nursing for stripping

"Mae. Quin. Lorelei. I need you to wrap whatever you are doing up and get to the nurses station. Now. I need bed 8 out of here and cleaned. Possible STEMI coming in. And if anyone sees Dr. Pavus, grab him." She swore she was going to attach a damn bell to the man, though he would probably like that too much and make it a fashion statement.

I remember the days of hurriedly cleaning a room to throw a new patient in. And trying to find the damn doc who NEVER carries a walkie

Lena was in the hall when the middle aged male rolled through the doors on the cot looking way too grey, and she knew already it was a real one as she half listened to the report. 41 year old male, smoker, overweight- the usual suspects though she swore they kept getting younger and younger. She removed ems stickers from the man's chest and slapped new ones on as Quin did the same from the other side. Working in tandem together was too easy, something learned from years side by side as they threaded EKG wires she knew by color alone. She wasn't the kind of charge nurse to sit idle and not get her hands dirty, especially when the nursey feeling in her gut was getting louder by the second. "Mae, what's the ETA on Dr. de Fer?" she asked over walkie between clipping leads on. If they didn't move soon, they were going to be calling Code Blue instead of Code STEMI overhead

My gut may hang over my pants but it woke. Sometimes the nursey gut tells you 'oh this is bad' before the diagnostics confirm. And yes I feel like the population of ill people is getting younger and younger. And yes I can thread EKG wires through color alone. I don't need to look at times, I can almost do a 12 lead by feel. Especially when time is critical

21 minutes, door to balloon time 21 minutes. The hospital would rave about that she was sure, take all their credit as they posted it to the Minrathous General Facebook page. They would interview Dr. de Fer, the patient, hell maybe even the EMS crew. Not that anyone would remember the ER, they never did. Another day, another dollar, another life saved. Or something like that.

That's a hell of a balloon time. And yes everyone always forgets the ER. I especially love the book end style ending. We come full back to the beginning 'Another day, another dollar, another life saved'

Because to Lena what matters is the life.

[woundedsoul12]

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[sandcastlekings]

WIP Wednesday

For WIP Wednesday, I'm going to do something a little different than usual. I'm going to be very brave and share my progress in learning to draw.

It's a slow-going process. I'm mostly tracing over references/screenshots and (attempting to) color them at this stage. I started with emoji bases, and am doing screenshots as well now. I haven't gotten brave enough to free hand very much at all yet, but anyway... here's what I've done so far, under the cut.

Emojis featuring: Jericho Mercar, Veryl Ingellvar ( @hedwigoprah ), Juan de Riva ( @zennihilation ), Elek Tavor, and Aleksi Aldwir

And screenshot/photo tracing featuring Philip Strand, Jericho Mercar, Veryl Ingellvar, and Juan de Riva.

Very slowly making progress! Hopefully will be able to do more that doesn't involve tracing sooner rather than later!

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[zennihilation]

A Word with Friends

I saw it from @woundedsoul12 and I wanted to do it this week because I vibed with the word and then wrote something completely ass different than what I was thinking whatever it's cute and not sad.

This is the other side of a scene I have written out of my post-VG Bellarook Crow BS fic.

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends.

This week's word is

Balter

to dance or tread clumsily, without particular grace or skill

Rook was never one to balter. When they moved, it was with intent and swiftness. They moved across a battlefield and a ballroom with an exacting mind. When they slipped, it was catastrophic with a few broken ribs being the best case scenario, the end of the world being the worst. 

That must have been why they were shaking, Bellara surmised. She didn’t fully understand what was happening. The two of them were from very different worlds, so she was never fully confident about what was feasible and what wasn’t. The possibilities were countless and sticky, always needing extra work to pull apart. Whatever it was, the failure would be shattering to them.

It would leave her frozen in moments like these. Rook had given her a place to rest when her own thoughts were too much, she had them to hold onto. Sometimes they needed her, and this time she was falling short.

Bellara, she could hear them whisper. It was hard and confusing to watch. Rook was overdressed, their overcoat and ruffled shirt a level of formality she almost never saw them wear. They looked uncomfortable.

“My chest hurts,” their voice cracked. 

She could feel their palms sweating. They were on one knee, eyes cast down to the ground as they cradled her hand. She couldn’t see their face. Were they happy? Shouldn’t they be happy?

“I will need some kind of verbal yes or no or I’m stuck here,” they were finally able to steady their voice enough force out.

“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to talk too or—”

“Bellara, sweetheart, I’m begging you. Answer the question.” 

“...yes?”

“Yes, you’ll answer the question, or yes, you’ll marry me? I can’t take much more.” 

“Yes, I’ll m—” she started before Rook jumped to their feet, wrapping her up in their arms. She felt their muscles slowly relax as warmth soothed her like a heavy blanket. Even as she heard their heart race, she sank into the hold, slowly calming herself. 

This she could hold onto.

[zennihilation]

A Fine Romance

Tagged by @amoaliquis but when she says 'soft tag' i imagine that meme of being hit by a kettlebell.

Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.

This is from the little Bellara Proposal microfic I wrote a while back which is just what it looks like when two people with anxiety are in a proposal.

She could feel their palms sweating. They were on one knee, eyes cast down to the ground as they cradled her hand. She couldn’t see their face. Were they happy? Shouldn’t they be happy?

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