Thanks @nananarc, @spinfins @woundedsoul12 and @seaglassmelody for the tag! I've got a little going on here, let's see...
BOOM!!! UNCOMBED CHAPTER 2 BITS!!!
Davrin was having a very good day.
The castle’s roof tiles clicked satisfyingly under his boots as he hooked a hand around a brass spire to swing himself to the next ivy-dripping trellis, the courtyard shimmering with bands of summer heat far below as the sun beat down.
The kingdom of Arlathan was out in full swing, the mountain where the castle was built overlooking a shining sea and the long cobbled road to the village markets below. Red aravel sails stood out against the sky, flapping in the wind. Herds of halla grazed against the hillsides and carpet of forest beyond, stark white against the green.
Things were going, relatively, according to plan.
He tugged the rope knotted around his waist, its twin twisted around the narrow hips of the young man on the adjacent terrace of mosaic tile and brass. “Get a move on, Tavor,” he called out cheerfully.
“Would you just wait?” the human huffed, navigating the narrow sliver of walkable stone before he’d have to jump to follow Davrin’s path. He paused, raking an olive skinned hand through his short crop of dark hair. Ahead, on Davrin’s other side, Cyrian settled his hands on his hips, his strange angular mask catching the light under his pale cowl.
“We can’t afford delays,” he said sternly, his unnervingly gentle voice firm and uncompromising. He’d become increasingly severe in both expression and countenance these last few days.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t get your knickers in a twist. Not used to heights, is all.” Elek pursed his lips and screwed his eyes shut for a moment, blowing out a heavy breath, before gearing himself up for the little leap. He landed with a yelp, wobbling, and Davrin chuckled as he grabbed a fistful of his shirt to steady the thief.
More stuff under the cut!!
I've got some of this week's A Word with Friends! Ft. Revas 🥰
"Well, if it stumps the Mourn Watch," Revas muttered, already engrossed in the sheafs of undecipherable writing and rubbings of the strange carvings on the hunks of stone he'd set out so meticulously. "The sketches you sent weren't very clear, and obviously not elvish. Luckily, my ancient Nevarran is remedial and not non existent."
Emmrich chuckled as he crossed the space to hover over the elf's shoulder, eyes sweeping up the writings with practiced glee. "Impressive! Where did you learn?"
"Books mostly. Eht- watch that inscryption-"
"Oh, yes, I see. That is cruel."
"Too many of these old temple booby traps."
"How fascinating! Such vindictive arcitecture."
"Yes, well, in light of recent godly events one can hardly be surprised."
A grim hum from Emmrich. "Indeed."
Rook smiled, falling to the wayside as the elf and the Watcher continued to chatter and trade theories, unravelling old curses and helpful directions. It was hardly surprising to see them get along like thatch on fire. Revas had always been the most academically inclined between the two of them.
As the Veil Jumper and the Professor systematically forgot about everyone else in the camp, Rook fell back with Lucanis by the entrance, arms folded as they watched the conversation unfold. Their eyes were soft with fondness.
"Your brother?" Lucanis asked, softly, an edge of humor in his voice as he stood profile to the rogue.
"Twin," Rook deadpanned. "But we're fraternal, you know?"
"Ah." Lucanis continued to watch, a furrow in his brow.
"Adopted."
"Ah," he said, relaxing with a little more clarity.
Rook chuckled. "We've lived together since I was… young. Grew up together. Hadn't spent a day apart until Varric picked me up the day I…" They trailed off, frowning into the middle distance. The memory was clearly painful, and Lucanis winced.
"I understand."
"Yes?"
"Illario is my cousin."
Rook started to smile in earnest, closing their eyes with a long sigh through their nose. "Family can be… anything."
"It can," Lucanis allowed. With less warmth, but no less fascination.
"It can also be a curse."
Lucanis chuckled. "To acknowledge a curse is to be affected by it."
"Better to think kind thoughts?"
"In a sense."
And Rookanis Sleeping Dynamics is on the way! Other WIPs are definitely coming too. Carry the Dagger eludes meeee at the moment but hopefully not for long. Thank you all for reading!
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