One of the many strange things Emmrich says after becoming a Lich. This, as well as mentioning there being a lot more spirits residing there than he initially realized (forgot to save that bit because I was too busy panicking).
Like, Emmrich, darling, honey, sugar pumpkin, flame of my heart...
What do you mean there are more spirits at the Lighthouse that we don't see?
I'm sure I've posted some of these before, but just in case, here's some more. In case anyone needs semi-decent reference pictures, especially of the boots as they're mostly covered by his robes.
Taken on the PS5, so, sorry if the quality isn't up to snuff.
Bonus Picture of Bryony annoying her Lich boyfriend with undead puns. Must be a dwarf thing.
I have an idea for an Inquisitor and Rook going on a double date with their LI and the shenanigans that would come from the Iron Bull trying to get a playful rise out of (unbeknownst to him) a very polite Lich.
And yet, my skill level and executive dysfunction and crippling self doubt are absolutely working against me.
“My darling Evie…” My lich lord crooned, his voice sweet as honey, but an undercurrent of darkness swirled. “It is not enough that you warm my bed, and swell with my child. It would never be enough. If anything, it has awakened the desires of a much younger man, whose passions only rage hotter the more I have of you.”
So drunk with the pleasure of his cock, I nearly missed him slipping a gold band onto my left hand. My eyes, delirious with lust, spied an emerald that matched my necklace both in color and size.
Emmrich hissed lowly in rapturous pleasure at the sight. Then he tutted absentmindedly. “Ah, it’s a little looser than I would like. We will take it to the jeweler to be resized.”
“Make love to me.” I demanded rather than asked, my voice wobbly and my face wet. “As if you could—that you would give me another child, on purpose this time.”
“You stoke fires you should not. Those are not things you should confess…” Emmrich's voice melted into a puddle of sin, and his disquieting gaze scorched me like a depraved voyeur. “Unless you never wish to leave our bed again, flame of my heart.”