May I kiss you?
Hello hello, I am interrupting honeymoon posting with a little angsty interlude. Rook isn't doing well after the Fade Prison and Emmrich wants to help so much, but he keeps getting pushed away. (Of course there's a happy ending, I'm still me)
It's on ao3 here, snippet below.
And the rest of my fic is here.
“Rook, please, talk to me,” he said, almost begging, and made a move to sit beside him and that managed to shake Rook out of his frozen state.
“Emmrich, I- I can’t, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” he stammered, cringing away from him and he rushed out of the door, leaving Emmrich standing there, too stunned to go after him.
Was Rook afraid of him? What did that place do to him?
He hated Solas with every single fiber of his being, there was such a burning rage inside him that he felt like screaming, but he couldn’t even do that. What if Rook heard him? The thought of scaring him any more than he already was made him sick, so he sat down on the vacated cot instead, burying his face in his hands.
He hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day. Not during dinner, not when he went to sleep once he became too exhausted to keep his eyes open.
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