#rosdammon

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have been playing with bg3 unpublished fanfiction narratives for almost a year and a half now and roslin & dammon are the one thing that remains consistent across every timeline. just a couple of nice tieflings who have experienced Unspeakable Horrors and lived to cheerfully yet seriously tell the tale….

[wizardissues]

🎄 i know how to live, i don’t know how to die ← for roslin? ✨💛💜✨

“So,” says Ros. “Hey!”

Dammon runs his thumb along her bloodied lip. He looks so fucked up. Why is he even here? He’s not the fighting type, he’s said as much, and she’d never have asked him to do something like this.

“Roslin,” he says, all hoarse, and then she really does get why he’s here, and she hates it and loves it at the same time, can’t bear it, can’t think of a time she’s been loved like this. She bumps her forehead against his and he makes this sound like he’s seconds away from falling apart.

“Sorry I missed our first date,” she says. She wants it to sound cavalier. It doesn’t. “I was really looking forward to it.”

Dammon kisses her really hard. She’s still bruised, a little bloodied, and her head hurts from the good whack she’d gotten, but it’s clear they all showed up to get her out of whatever it was she got herself into, so that’s good. She’s not surprised by it. She feels like she should be more fucked up than she is, right now.

“I’m okay,” she assures him between kisses. “I’m fine.” She doesn’t know if it would scare him that maybe it really is true.