sooo…. guess who took an edible and is not *extremelt* high and horny and then laid in bed and got undressed down to just socks and boxers and put their packer on and thought about the idea of a gorgeous woman grinding down into their lap and groping them while they are all limp and she can do whatever she wants to them and kiss whatever skin is exposed while grinding onto their thigh
Debo interpretar tus gritos, tus llamadas
Tus caricias entre cortadas
Y tus arranques de pasión
Debo buscar dentro de tanto desperfecto
La moraleja de este cuento
Debo domar tu corazón
Sometimes I write shit and go back and reread it and just...
*flails*
Gonna stick it under the cut, because it isn't actually a spoiler, but it's important to the thing I'm finishing writing.
He’d realized his mistake too late.
He’d done it again.
Let himself get romantic with the story, and thus missed the shit that had been right in front of his face.
There wasn’t enough time now, and he knew it.
Chuckles might’ve listened if Varric hadn’t been so stupid.
Movement caught his eye and as he recognized what was about to happen, and certainty took hold. Regret clawed at his heart, because he’d never finished telling Rook everything. They thought they knew the story, but they only knew part of it. Hell, he’d only known part of it, he now realized, because he had been paying attention to the wrong part.
The air was full of desperation. His own and Solas’.
Everything happened too fast and so slow.
He’d imagined his death countless times, he was a writer after all.
It just sucked his had arrived in such a stupid way.
Sounds and lights, lungs struggling to breathe, blood on his lips and someone calling his name with an edge of panic he didn’t like.
He’d done the math and stacked the deck.
But he’d fucking forgot they were playing chess.
This DATV AU Rook thing is just about done and will be on Ao3 soon.
Some of my favorite lines I've written in the past six months are in this thing. It has some truly fantastic Matteo moments, Nadarevas being them, and Mary being, well Mary shit.
I'm a wee bit tipsy as I am enjoying some drumshambo gin on an empty stomach, and I'm happily wallowing in blorbo feels.
If anyone actually reads this, may your weekend be full of nothing but blessings. Also I love you. <3