#but something!

[spacedikut]

anyone else draft messages/asks to send people then chicken out

[atomiqueen]

just realized hank is in handcuffs in both timelines in 2x06....

[rookamell]

I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN

Lucanis wandered toward the library semi-aimlessly. Rook and Emmrich had left for the Necropolis not an hour ago. Neve had gone to Minrathous, Bellara was busy with her archive, Davrin was insufferable, and Taash…

Smells like brimstone and smoke.

Lucanis shook his head harshly. He had fallen asleep again the night before, had woken up halfway to the dining hall door, somehow managing to feel even worse than before he had nodded off. Spite was not giving up, it seemed. The last thing he needed was Taash commenting about the demon.

Not with a demon, no. With a spirit, perhaps.

He had already made breakfast, done his exercises, finished the scarf he had been knitting… mierda. He should have gone with Rook.

Small zaps from Spite at the thought, and he stopped thinking. A book would help. Surely there would be something in this strange tower for him to read.

Instead of a book, he found Harding, yawning as she stood in front of one of the bookshelves, running her finger along the spines.

"Long night?" he asked, and only found it slightly funny when she jumped, whirling around to face him.

She scowled at him, opened her mouth to begin what he assumed was a scathing attack on his character, when she stopped, her shoulders slumping.

"I… I'm still getting used to the dream thing."

He grinned slightly. Mierda, what he wouldn't give for a night of dreamless sleep.

"What was your dream about?" he asked. He did not think of his own dream, the one he had been having before waking up in the middle of the dining hall. Waves of honeyed hair spilling across his shoulders, his fingers tangling in the strands as strong, warm legs wrapped around him-

"Tomatoes," Harding said. "Or was it apples?"

It had taken him twenty minutes to compose himself, and he hadn't been able to look Rook in the eye when she had come in for breakfast with Emmrich. Or any of the others, for that matter.

Spite was still tormenting him about it, like a fly buzzing in the back of his mind. An itch he could not reach to scratch.

"At least it wasn't the one where you show up for a job naked from the waist down," he told Harding, refusing to dwell. He was tired. That was all.

"Huh," Harding tilted her head. "Where did you put your extra knives?"

Lucanis grinned, despite himself.

"Crow secret," he said, then nodded at the bookshelf behind her.

"Looking for a little light reading?"

"I… thought Solas might have some books on ancient dwarves," Harding said. She sounded so defeated Lucanis felt guilty for a moment that he had scared her.

"What do you like to read for fun, Lucanis?" she asked him, before he could think of what to say. What did you say to that?

"Romance," he said, truthfully.

"Romance?" Harding looked at him like he had grown a second head. "Really?"

"Why is that so hard to believe?" he crossed his arms over his chest. She was one to talk. Neve had told him Harding refused to read anything without gore in it. Somehow it made sense.

"I don't know…" Harding frowned at him. "You're so… stiff."

"Stiff?"

"Not in a bad way!" she said, and now she was laughing at him.

"I just… wasn't expecting that."

She paused, considering her next words. Lucanis braced himself.

"You know…" she looked at the shelf in front of her.

"Rook likes romance too."

"Yes, the tacky Orlesian ones filled with Chevaliers," he shook his head. "No one writes a romance like an Antivan."

She had read some to him, some of the nights they had kept each other company when they could not sleep. If nothing else, his Orlesian had improved.

"Right..." Harding had lifted an eyebrow at him.

"What's it like?" he asked, changing the subject before he could think any more about Rook and romance novels. He had been meaning to ask, but this was the most amicable Harding had been towards him since the dragon attacks.

"When you use your magic?"

"Oh, hmm," She considered. Easily distracted. A strength, sometimes, but also a weak point.

"It's like I'm touching something vast an eternal. A well, deep inside."

"Ah," he nodded. "Not so much like possession."

"No," she said, looking down at her hands. "But it was terrifying the first time it happened."

Claws raking across his mind, screams of agony, his own? The demon's? Trying to move limbs that were no longer his, helpless, trapped, ripped-

"That," he said, quietly, "I understand."

Harding looked for a moment as though she would say something, but instead, she simply pointed to the door leading to Solas's music room.

"I think I saw a couple of romance books in there," she said.

"They might be Ferelden, though."

He sighed, feeling tired, suddenly.

"At this point, Harding, I'll take what I can get."

[jackiedaytona]

season 4 guillermo and nandor:

[lesbxdyke]

Two things I always forget when I get involved with hair bleach:

1. It fucking BURNS like jfc

2. Oh gods the smell. If smells could knock you out, this would be the one!

[boygirlctommy]

Guys I am so freaking pumped for the gala in ncfc you have no clue

[miafic]

i’m working on something