#emmrich volkarin

[justjasper]

happy thedas weekend!!! for Emmrich/Strife, could we have "sehnsucht - yearning; wistful longing" from the rare/unusual words list? 👀👀👀

Dearest Strife,

I must admit to some regret, in having agreed to return to Nevarra City for this symposium. Not that I wasn't excited about leading a lecture, it has been some time.

Only in the evenings I find myself terribly lonesome. I am not prone to being morose, but I have found myself under the oppressive cloud of some sehnsucht-

"Oh, it feels a lie, Manfred," he said, a little dramatically. "To deny that I have been so effected about being parted from him."

"Strife!" Manfred said helpfully.

"Yes," Emmrich sighed. "I don't dare to assume he suffers under the same longing."

"Why?"

"Strife is a man of such singular determination. He surely is getting on with all the things he must, filling his time rather than brooding over a few weeks parted. It is rather pathetic. A poor example for you to witness, I apologise."

"No."

"No?"

Manfred tottered across his apartment to pat Emmrich on the head. Emmrich might have wept, or wished to suddenly take notes on Manfred's capacity for compassion and empathy.

"We go home now. Strife."

There would be other lectures. Manfred had already moved away to begin packing their things. Perhaps the next time, he might ask Strife if he would enjoy a tour of Nevarra City.

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[lokri-art]

My artwork and stickers for Emmrich Volkarin zine 💚💀💚

[serpentdeath]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/90209931/chapters/242158716#workskin

Chapter 2 of Lighthouse Bay is up.

'Seated on the fabric of the waiting room sofa is a blond man dressed in a button down shirt and articulately cut tie. Emmrich sees short points on outturned ears before the head angles towards him, dark violet eyes looking into him rather than at him. He feels the spark professed from the other’s soul- a confession not meant to be witnessed by the living- and his own threads of energy accept the gift. Emmrich’s smile disarms any sense of trepidation the younger man may have and his kind expression is returned.

“Mister Ingellvar!” he greets.'

[imrisah]

Expert Hands - EmmrichXStrife

After their first meeting, Strife finds himself unable to shake the image of Emmrich enthusiastically getting his hands dirty.

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So what if he only fell asleep after the sun came around again, so what if his mind wouldn't give him peace.

He was too old for this. He was too complicated to impose himself on others.

He wouldn't act on this other than in the privacy of his own room. He'd lived this long without needing to, with anyone. Why should he start needing that now?

But those hands.

A man might find himself lost thinking about those elegant, soft, manicured hands working purposefully through blood and grime to achieve a goal.

A man might need to imagine what they might feel like on his skin. Slender fingers expertly manipulating, like an artisan with his material of choice.

What would it feel like after years of practice, to be knowledge stored in muscle memory?

It will pass. He thought.

[crypticcormorant]

Every time a man with a receding hairline is drawn with a full head of hair, an angel kills itself. And every time a woman with a full face of wrinkles is drawn with nothing but her smile lines, that same angel is resurrected and then torn to shreds by wild dogs.

[wenamedthedogkylo]

Wormmrich on a string? Sort of? Let’s just say that’s what’s happening here

[yappacadaver]

Up to their little games again💕 (full version on my bsky as always!)

Tysm to @waterjewelfaerie for commissioning Emmrich and Auror!