#reztassia

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reztassia

不知道在画什么（）

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I want a fic about Rezaren and Tassia in Orlais. The problem is it doesn't exist so I need to write it first. Do I have time? Of course not, but here we go.

Btw, imagine Dorian The Ambassador instructs RezTassia about this (“don’t you dare disappoint them”):

Cassandra: We hear odd stories of Templars in the Imperium, Dorian.

Dorian: All true.

Cassandra: I haven't even told you what I've heard.

Dorian: Doesn't matter. All true. Particularly the part with the grapes and feathers.

Cassandra: Oh. I was leading towards that one actually.

[gilraina]

[Podfic] ad infinitum

Author: ziskandra (@ziskandra)

Fandom: Dragon Age: Absolution

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Rezaren/Tassia

Warning: Major Character Death

Length: 00:34:59

Summary: Rezaren knows his knight-commander always keeps her promises.

[volkoss]

Fic: ad infinitum

Rezaren knows his knight-commander always keeps her promises.

DRAGON AGE | REZAREN/TASSIA | WORDS: 4876 | RATED: T (AO3 LINK.)

It was near impossible for just anyone to attain an audience with the Imperial Divine. He had long been considered a reclusive man, more at home among dusty tomes and artifacts than in the company of most people.

Knight-Commander Tassia, however, was not most people. Although several years had passed since she had been in his dedicated service, she had never forgotten what it had felt like to fight by his side, united in their vision of a better Tevinter. She had never forgotten his captivating charms, the way his sheepish smiles belied a sharp contrast to the buoyancy and confidence of his movements, the way he tackled all the obstacles in his path with a near-boyish enthusiasm and zest for life and all of the opportunities which it provided.

Rezaren Ammosine had once made her feel like she could change the entire world. And maybe, just maybe, she still could.

Doing her best to ignore her clammy palms, she ascended the steps to the Divine's private quarters. While she highly doubted she would’ve made it this far had she not been given clearance, she would be surprised if he knew precisely when to anticipate her arrival, and even if he had, surely he could not anticipate what she was here to do.

Her hands felt vulnerable and exposed without the comforting weight of her warhammer. She wished she hadn't had to leave it behind, but such a clumsy and imprecise weapon would have only gotten in the way.

With shaking fists, she knocked upon his door, standing with bated breath for her call to be answered. Fortunately, she was not kept waiting for long. The wooden door creaked open and through the sliver of exposed space Tassia saw the impassive face of the Right Hand of the Divine, a slender yet surprisingly strong elf she knew only as Neb.

Familiar revulsion crawled up her throat, but she swallowed the bile back down. This was the man that Rezaren had sacrificed everything for, the loyal bodyguard for whom he had deemed it worth compromising all the morals he had once professed to hold dear. This was the man Rezaren had valued more highly than her—but she shoved that thought aside. It wasn't like that. It had never been like that. It was never personal.

It was always just business.

Whatever was best for Tevinter. [Read the rest on AO3]

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我真喜欢画他们抱抱（）

简单铺了色

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