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The Heart of Antiva
Rating E
Words 3,000
Read on AO3 or below the cut
Something tapped on the stained glass window. Viago had stopped listening to the advisor talk about things his father had planned. Ink is smudged on their hand and still shiny on the paper my fledglings could fake things better. Just as he did when he took over being talon he was testing everyone. He watched the windows from the corner of his eye. Something told him a messenger crow was trying to reach him.
“Out you're wasting my time,” He said in a cold tone.
“You should look at the suitors documentation your majesty. Declaring a queen or prince consort is a pressing matter.”
Viago glared at them. They bowed before retreating. A crow with a silver collar with a white moonstone knocked on a regular window. He jumped to his feet. The black feathery cape he wore fluttered behind him. Either something is very wrong or Teia had an ulterior motive for sending Valindra over a standard bird. Valindra was Teia's prized crow more a pet than a messenger bird. A bird she hand fed back to health when it was a nestling. His gloved hands opened the window. An elegant bird hopped on to his outstretched hand. Viago took the message from the bird. He scratched the top of her head. The bird made a caw that mimicked Teia giving praise. Valindra preened her extra glossy feathers.
He cleared the room and all points that could conceal an ease dropper on the other side. A sweet floral perfume wafted off the paper. Viago swallowed hard. The gold crown on his head shifted as he read the ciphered message.
Vi, come back quickly.
Cari badly injured. Being stubborn about everything.
She's with us. Your favorite bolt hole. Eluvian waiting.
- T
P.s. Valindra is a good girl who earned the treats in your pocket
Valindra was on his shoulder preening his black curls. She admired her reflection in his crown. His body felt cold. The thoughts racing through his head drowned out his pounding heart. The bird rubbed her head against his face. Viago pulled a small amount of walnuts. She cawed mimicking Teia's laugh as she claimed her reward. He read the letter again. Contract gone wrong or assassination attempt? Right as he was about to head to his room to grab his gear another bird landed. The crow was scruffy as if it had to fly immediately after waking up. It had a silver band with the Dellamorte crest around one foot. He dropped a piece of vellum into Viago's hand.
Come get your crow. She is insisting nothing hurts. Her eyes water when she moves wrong.Has kicked me twice. Slight bite risk.
I will drug her if you don't come help. Left two alive. Spite wants to help you talk to them. Your former fledglings are made them surrender to Teia begging for an antidote.
-Lucanis
P.s. Carphria bit me.
P.s.s. She pulled the I'm my own talon and am needed in the fight.
Rook is stubborn. Doesn't want. To be touched. Smells like blood. And pain. Thinks of you.
-Spite
The demon's penmanship has improved. Underneath Spite's signature was a scratchy doodle of Carphria biting Lucanis with Teia holding a vial as if she was going to smash it on Carphria. The Dellamorte bird had already flown back. Viago ran to his chambers with Valindra clinging to his shoulder. She had decided flying was too much work. He changed into his black leather armor with the indigo cape. In his haste he left the crown on. Viago filled his heavy wooden cane with his most important arsenal. His stomach twisted into knots. Did I make a mistake by taking the throne or did someone find out she's the one I'm declaring queen first. He lifted the hidden panel he installed beside his bed. Inside was a small chest of his most lethal poisons.Viago just grabbed a handful of his clothes just in case. His gloved hand pressed on stones revealing the eluvian. Once he was through it would return to being hidden.
Viago walked through holding his arsenal. Valindra stretched her wings and flew to her tower. It was a cat tree shaped like a castle. That bird is spoiled rotten. He could hear Teia and Carphria arguing a few rooms away. It was muffled.The cozy feeling the safe house provided was gone. Usually it felt warm like home. He set his stuff down. Bloody blue armor was laid out on another table. The leather had deep gashes, damage from magic, and evidence of stabbing. Bile filled his mouth. Even if the armor hadn't failed the message was clear. Viago sprinted into the other room.
“Teia I've had some elfroot I have to go help.”
“Just because you're standing doesn't mean you can fight!”
Carphria smiled for a second seeing him. She turned glaring at both Teia and Lucanis. He was in a grey shirt with dried blood on it. His vest was nowhere to be seen. Her cheek at a forming bruise.
“Which one of you contacted Vi? There's a reason I said don't tell him for another two days,” she said trying make pain look like anger.
Teia and Lucanis spoke at the same time, “I did.”
“Carphria they're not going to keep me in the dark. Would've heard about it by morning anyways.”
“I'm fine. It wasn't even an assassination attempt meant for me and done by incompetent people.They thought I was Talon Kortez just because I'm a tall elf. I look nothing like him,”she sighed.
“Kortez has been warned someone wants their head. Phria handed the political part beautifully even Caterina is praising her. Our issue is someone is being stubborn about getting better.”
“Nothing hurts. The only way I want you three touching me is if you're fucking me. VI has more important things to deal with than crow drama,” she growled.
“She's a liar. Touch her ribs she'll scream. Mierda just let us heal you up.”
“My future queen and protege being hurt matters more,”he said resting his hand on her waist.
She laughed like he just suggested putting a rock on the throne as the king with Illario as the prince consort.Her purple eyes watered. Red curls fell around her. Viago kissed her on the diagonal scar on her face. He played with her ear.
“Has that crown made you lose your senses? I'm half Dalish which makes me the worst choice. I love you Vi but we fought so hard to get you here just call me an official mistress. Here's things that would be less controversial in this very room. A Rosseletto painting,Spite, that bookcase, and Emil. Teia point to Emil please,” she said wincing.
“You're only controversial to advisors I'm not keeping around longer than I have to. My loves will be crowned and not as official mistresses. Car please you're scared and hurt. Don't make me order you to get treated. We all love you. Please at let me examine you,” he whispered leaning in.
Viago had sworn to himself he'd never be his father calling his lovers official mistresses. Watching how the court mocked his mother built resentment. He kissed her softly. She moved the grey streaked curl out of his face. While the rest of his hair was still black that was curl was the first to be impacted by age. Viago joked it was from putting up with his idiot for so many years. Carphria nodded. Teia and Lucanis looked relieved that someone got to her.
“My pretty dagger you're stubborn as ever. Vi we'll let you have your moment,” Teia said.
She planted a kiss on both their necks before leaving. Lucanis stood on his tip toes to kiss Carphria on her neck. Viago kissed him on the mole on his temple. As much as he craved showing his love for all his focus would only be on Carphria. As he would've if it was one the other two talons. The door closed behind Lucanis. The safe house bedroom doubled as an office. A queen size bed with black bedding was in the corner. There was a larger bed in the other room. It wasn't the room she would've picked for herself that would've been the other room.
Viago unbuttoned her lavender poet shirt. He made sure every movement of his hands wouldn't hurt. Bruises and half healed wounds covered her torso. He scowled at what he was seeing. Why didn't she let them finish healing her? Some his favorite freckles and small scars were blocked out by red bruises. He'd make sure the wounds didn't scar in a bit but he needed the full picture. She stood with her legs apart. Viago stripped her pants off her. The toned legs he always loved were mostly unharmed minus a giant bruise on her hip. Carphria spun without him asking. Her back received the worst of the attack.
“I gave it to them worse than I took it. Everyone touching me just was too much. It was worse a little bit ago,” she sheepishly said.
“It gets easier after this. First time someone tried killing Teia after we got together she did exactly this. It's your brain refusing to get out of the fight,” he said.
“Vi I'm sorry I'm not being an amazing talon I walked into a trap and stayed when I realized it was a trap.You trained me better.”
“Based on your armor you got ambushed by over ten people in a market. Most talons wouldn't walk away from that. I would've fought too. Sei la mia vita remember that next time.”
She sat on the edge of the bed. He briefly left bringing in supplies he needed. Her eyes followed him as he worked turning the room into a makeshift lab. Viago channeled his anger into the mortar and pestle. I may not be an active crow but I will protect her by destroying who hurt her. He was disappointed when he found out the reigning ruler couldn't be a crow yet their spouses could be. Talon Queen Carphria has a nice ring to it even if I only use it in bed. He diluted a bit of healarious with a healing potion. That will help take the edge off her pain without making her numb. She hummed as he added a few drops of road to dosecovery and say heal-o to my little friend.
“Aho pellaan once you patch me up can we move to the other room. This one doesn't feel like home it feels like a hospital.”
He nodded knowing she just needed something in her control. Viago corked the combination he was working on. Three good shakes will activate it. She was playing with her hair nervously. He sat next to her. Carphria kissed him passionately. Viago wrapped his leg around her hips. With one fluid motion he uncorked two vials. She reluctantly let him pour the two vials down her throat. Her face scrunched as the aftertaste hit. He kept his leg on her.
“Sorry cuore mio. I know you too well.”
“Bastard. But thank you.”
“Did you think Lucanis was trying to poison you when you bit him,” he said rubbing her back.
“Yes…I panicked. Teia disarmed me when I was unconscious.”
Carphria pulled him into a hug. Her wounds were closing slowly. The red bruises were going to a stage where they wouldn't hurt. Viago hoped they be fully gone after she slept. Her hooked nose pressed into the crook of his neck. She smirked at him. He ran his fingers through her long copper curls. Her hair was down to the top of her hips.
“No need to rush Car I'm here until you need me.”
“Viago I'm not rushing your armor is just uncomfortable. I want you.”
He did his armor straps then picked her up. Viago carried her to the other bedroom. She held up his blue silk boxers like a trophy. Even after all these years I can't figure out how she pickpockets my boxers without me noticing. He stripped the rest of his clothes off then shut the door. Viago placed his crown on her head. She looked like the sunrise on the Rialto bay. Carphria looked at him confused. He kneeled before her. His fingers interlaced with hers.
“To whoever decided the king doesn't kneel before the queen must've had a wife who rightfully hated him. I will kneel before you until they no longer let me and my heart finally stops. Cari you're the true heart of Antiva to me. The beacon of hope who fights for the future and keeps me on my toes. You're my equal and always will be. My blade is forever yours,” he said leaning into her palm as she played with his beard.
“Even when you can no longer kneel I'll help you find a way to drop to them declaring me yours. Preferably under circumstances that don't try to kill me. I will protect you as if I was the last line of defense for Antiva. Do I look pretty in nothing but your crown?”
“Gorgeous enough I'd start a new religion just for us and our shared lovers. It looks like sunlight-”he trailed off.
“Of another day of survival earned at the end of bloodshed,” she said with a smile.
How many times have I told her that exact line that she can memorize it? His icy blue eyes warmed as he rested his head on her abdomen. He waited for her command. Her pale white cheeks flushed a deep red.
“Wax and spanking before I fuck you on top?”
“Sounds like perfect my talon.”
“Stay on your knees. I savor this moment."
Viago pressed his palms into the floor. It made his pecs flex. The occasional grey hair was sprinkled throughout his chest hair. She pulled out a crow purple wax stick and the oil. Her hands coated his arms, chest, and thighs with the barrier oil. He and Lucanis had made that mistake once which resulted in both their chests have to be shaved. Carphria put a thick towel over his lap. Her calloused fingers brushed against his cock. He whimpered.
She tested the wax temperature on the back of her hand. Dark red lips smiled at him. He held an arm out for her. The warm wax dripped onto his skin. It felt like a massage. Each drop had a different intensity. His body released tension as she worked. She'd kiss him while another drop fell onto his terracotta skin. He moaned as the first drop hit his chest. Carphria flicked her wrist. The next drop landed on his left pec. Her wrist did the same motion in the opposite direction. He looked down seeing the heart. His face felt warm. She kissed his neck. Viago whimpered accepting he was hers.
“Good boy. You just needed to have things decided for you.”
“Your tits look amazing when you lean in to coat my skin.”
“Thank you and they always look amazing. Just don't put them on an coins,”she laughed.
The wax peeled off him easily. Viago kneeled on all fours on the bed. A soft leather crop smacked against both cheeks. He moaned loudly from the hit. She traced the tip of it along his spine before she hit just one cheek. His thighs flexed. Black curls fell into his face. All he could do was whimper and try to predict how she'd hit him next. Every hit was different from the last one. She had no tells and seemed to be reading every tell his body gave. Viago whimpered her name. Pre cum dripped from his tip onto the bedding.
“On your back Viago I command it,” she said in a sultry tone.
He obeyed faster than he expected. Her fingers rubbed her cunt. She showed him how wet she was from her own slick. His cock twitched at the sight. Carphria straddled him. Viago helped guide her into place so his tip was just at her entrance. Her body slid down taking just the tip in. His hands played with her tits as she bounced taking more of him. She moaned. Her nails dug into his hips.
“Sped up a bit you like that more Cari,” he moaned.
She bucked her hips as she sped up. He matched her sped. Her walls tightened around his cock. Viago whimpered loud enough it filled the room. Carphria kissed him and slipped him tongue. Her thighs tightened. She came around him. He moved his hips more. He was trying to time his orgasm on time with the one building.
“V-vi are you close.”
“Yes let me try to time it right.”
Carphria moaned desperate. His cock pounded against her g-spot. She came a few seconds before him. He clung to her as he came. They both moaned. She flopped into the center of the bed. Viago laid next to her.He held her tight against his body. Some part of him needed to know she was real.
“I love you Carphria,” he panted.
“Don’t let go of me. Please I love you too Vi and I'm scared I'll wake up at my wake if you let go,” she said quietly.
Viago held her tight until she fell asleep. His hands stroked her body for an hour or so. She'd tense if a loud noise sounded from outside.Teia and Lucanis popped their heads in. He gave them the thumbs up to join them. Teia pressed her chest into Carphria’s back. Lucanis held Viago. A wing covered them all. Carphria held onto Viago even tighter. He was just happy she was alright in his arms. Had they made him stay in the palace he'd be pacing all night. Sunrise will come for my queen and I'll be by her side. He kissed her forehead giving her a genuine smile.
gets stuck in your head (won't come out of your mouth)
chapter 6 | rated E | 5k words | viarook/crowlycule (viago/teia/rook)
for @viarookweek prompt: exile
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divider lovingly made by @wishforhome
Viago wakes up alone.
This is not new, not where Rosa is concerned. For as many times as she decides to sleep by his side— and the ones where he orders her to do so— she is usually up by the time he wakes.
With the back of his hand pressed to his eyes, he inhales deeply— and a deluge invades his lungs, all at once and without asking for permission, overwhelming and an infinite quantity of too much: orange and rosemary and clove and ash and rain and smoke and her expensive perfume and something heady and full-bodied that clings to his palate around all the other notes.
Viago does not turn his head; he does not breathe in the pillow next to his, he does not tally the final count.
He is the Fifth Talon of the Antivan Crows, and he is a man who remembers what it is like to be bitten, so he exhales, leaves his bed, and starts his day.
(And if he did any of those things, there were no eyes to see or tongues to tell.)
Prompts for day seven were Talon | King | Quiet sex and I struggled with it right up until day five, it looks at what's happening years after Veilguard.
link here
"Is it just me or are these nobles kissing ass harder than ever before?" Ren asked under his breath as he made himself comfortable hanging off the Fifth Talon's arm.
Viago snorted as he uncrossed his arms to wrap one around the elf's waist and pull him close instead of letting Ren hold his arm. Let them look, he could care less.
nothing prepared me for what privilege of being yours would do
520 words | rated T | viago/rook | hockey au
Viago is learning that there is another Vero, one who exists as a secret held closely to the chest. He saw glimpses of them before, in the smallest flashes – laughing and bright-eyed after a victory, that tiny half-smile abandoned in favour of a grin.
Now he wakes with them most mornings at home, finds them tangled in the sheets of his bed. Vero, who during the day keeps their distance from nearly everyone (even, out of an abundance of caution, him) has no such reservations while they sleep. No matter their position when they surrender to unconsciousness, by dawn he will find them wrapped around him, whether half-draped across his chest or held in his arms.
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Hard to believe it's the last day of @viarookweek. For this last day I'm eschewing the prompts, and writing some hockey au domestic fluff for @wolfmoonwildflowers, who requested this ages ago.
This takes place pre-Veilguard where Isabella is helping Viago run House de Riva when she can and where she can. Things get a little heated and heretical when Viago mentions a Crow meeting at the Chantry.
Day 2 - Worship/Heresy
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Isabella smoothed out her formal skirt before making sure she looked presentable in the mirror. It had been a while since she had to wear anything other than her Crow leathers outside the estate, but Viago was clear that those would be inappropriate for where they were going. Not that he had explained where they were going.
He mentioned that they were going to a meeting with a few other Houses that he managed and oversaw, but she still didn’t understand why she had to be a part of it. Isabella had never taken part in Viago’s business before, but it seemed that he was changing that now.
She stared at herself in the mirror for a while before exhaling, wondering if Viago would answer any of her questions. She mostly wanted to know where they were going at the very least. That way she could prepare herself mentally for where they were going to be in case they were ambushed or attacked by other Crows.
With a sigh, Isabella slipped on her formal shoes and headed towards Viago’s office. She would find out where they were going, and she would settle for that for now.
She walked down the hall and knocked on the office door in the manner Viago showed her. Then she waited, hoping that he was inside. After a moment, he appeared in the doorway, mildly surprised to see her earlier than they agreed on.
“I thought that we were going to meet downstairs in a half an hour,” Viago reminded, glancing over her outfit. Isabella waited for a remark about her appearance being inadequate before she exhaled.
“You haven’t mentioned where we were going, and I was getting antsy,” Isabella answered plainly and honestly. Viago stared at her for another moment before he stepped aside, silently inviting her inside his office.
Isabella stepped past and waited near his desk as he closed the door, tucking his snake-headed cane under his arm. She noted that he was smartly dressed as well in a nice suit, which was very different from his usual leathers as well. Isabella clenched her jaw, still confused about what they were doing.
“So, you want to know where we’re going?” Viago asked as he walked past her to sit at his desk. She nodded, staring at him. He sighed.
“We rarely ever leave the estate without wearing armor, and now we’re both leaving the estate in formal clothes. I don’t even know why we’re taking the risk,” Isabella explained herself, doing her best to keep an even head.
“Do you feel that I would put you at risk?” Viago asked, resting his hand on the desk as he kept eye contact with her. Isabella’s shoulders dropped a little before she shook her head.
“Never,” she answered immediately. “I would just feel better for both of our safety if I knew where we were heading. I don’t need to know more than that.”
“Well, I suppose I can clue you in a little,” he relented with a smirk. Isabella bit the inside of her cheek, not thrilled by his response. “We are meeting the other heads of the Houses at La Gran Cancelleria di Treviso.”
“At the Chantry?” Isabella repeated, surprised. He nodded once in confirmation. “Why would we meet them at a Chantry?”
“It’s a good cover for a meeting, and I have an arrangement with the Sisters there,” Viago explained, tilting his head to the side as she processed his answers. “You seem concerned. Does the Chantry worry you so much?”
“It doesn’t worry me, but we aren’t Andrastian,” Isabella reminded as Viago hummed.
“We are Antivan,” he argued.
“That doesn’t mean we practice the Andrastian faith. I would argue that since we are Crows, that would show that we aren’t Andrastian.”
“Most Crows and their leaders are Andrastian,” Viago pointed out.
“You and I have never given a second thought to religion, Vi,” she continued.
“True,” he finally admitted as Isabella watched him. “Still, seeing Crows at a Chantry gathering isn’t strange. Most assume we’re there for a baby blessing or other religious ceremony.”
“Is that what we’re going there for?”
“No.”
“Isn’t that bad in Andraste’s eyes or something?” Isabella asked, surprised.
“Do you believe in Andraste to the point where you think that she would care about our activities in the Chantry?” Viago wondered. Isabella clenched her jaw as she stepped around to the side of his desk. He watched with interest, and she couldn’t help but feel like a mouse under a cat’s watchful eye.
“I don’t believe in any god or goddess,” she answered, which was something he knew already. “Just as I know you don’t believe in the divine either.”
“True, I have no interest in deities or idols,” he admitted, reaching for her hand to pull her towards him. Isabella pursed her lips as she stepped in his direction, letting him hold her hand. “I have no interest in worshiping gods or goddesses.”
“You make it sound like you would rather be worshiping something else,” Isabella hummed, leaning against the desk. Viago glanced over her as he stroked her hand in his with his thumb. Isabella stared at him before he met her gaze.
“I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we?” Viago smirked, bringing her gloved hand to his lips as he kept eye contact with her. Isabella’s breath caught as her jaw tightened. “Now I do have a few things to finish up before the meeting, so I can meet you in the foyer in twenty minutes.”
“Do you need any help? I don’t like to stay idle,” Isabella reminded. Viago hummed as he glanced around, knowing that she wasn’t one to sit around while there were things to be done.
“I suppose, if you’d like, I wouldn’t mind it if you would grab my case. You can help me gather papers I need for the meeting to make sure I don’t lose them,” he suggested. She stared at him, wondering if he was being serious. It seemed like menial work, but it would keep her from pacing the foyer like an animal.
“Do you have a lot to gather? How long is this meeting?”
“Not long. I wouldn’t expect this to go longer than an hour.”
“Alright,” she whispered before she stood away from the table. Viago smiled, watching her walk to the other side of the room where he kept his carrying case before he grabbed the newest and most pending contracts for the meeting.
Isabella walked with the briefcase in her hand next to Viago into the La Gran Cancelleria di Treviso. She recognized the other House heads that worked under the Fifth Talon. Viago had made it clear that it was important for her to know who they were as soon as he was made Fifth Talon and head of House de Riva.
There were seven other Houses that Viago supervised outside of House de Riva, each with a leader of its own. Ginevra of House Messina. Giuseppe of House Lombardo. Tommaso of House Barbieri. Sofia of House Manzo. Domenico of House Rossi. Martina of House Rovina. Adelmo of House Vitorio.
Each of the leaders had come with a companion as well, who seemed to either be a secretary, guildmaster, or bodyguard depending on personal preference. Isabella wondered which position she served for Viago, and who Viago usually brought instead before she was invited.
Viago briefly greeted the fellow House heads before guiding them into the Chantry, bowing his head towards the Sisters as he passed. Isabella expected to have this meeting in one of the chapels or more open rooms, but Viago moved them towards one of the more secluded wings instead. It seemed that there was a smaller room with a table that suited them better.
Isabella stood behind Viago’s chair just as the rest of the companions of the leaders stood behind their chairs as well. Viago seemed mildly annoyed by this, but he didn’t say anything about it. He only motioned for her to bring the case forward before going through the contents of it.
“I’m surprised you finally took on a secretary, Talon de Riva,” Adelmo Vitorio, a blond thin man, commented, breaking the silence. Isabella clenched her jaw, glaring at the audacious Crow. She barely noticed that she had moved forward towards the table before Viago’s hand moved in front of her along the table’s surface. It seemed that Viago was quick to correct the man.
“You may keep your surprise, Signor Vitorio. I don’t have a secretary. This is not my secretary, and I won’t allow her to be spoken about in such a manner like she isn’t standing directly behind me,” Viago warned with narrowed eyes. Adelmo kept a steady gaze as Viago glanced around the table. It might as well have been a pit of vipers, the way this meeting always went. “This is my protégé, Isabella de Riva. I am confident that you are aware of who she is and what she is capable of without further introductions.”
“Your protégé?” Sofia Manzo, a woman who could break an oak tree in half, repeated with interest as Isabella’s flicked to her. “I can see your training paid off. She’s certainly intimidating. Almost as intimidating as you, Fifth Talon.”
“Are we here for flattery, or are we here for the quarterly contracts?” Giuseppe Lombardo wondered, redirecting the conversation. He was the oldest of the House heads, and Isabella thought he had the beadiest eyes like a bird of prey.
“Thank you, Signor Lombardo,” Viago remarked plainly before placing the papers before him. Isabella kept her eye on the leaders as Viago prepared his material.
Isabella remained at Viago’s side rather than at his back as she listened to the talk about the latest batch of high-end contracts and who should see what was done where. Most were conducting their business in Salle while Viago was spending his time in Treviso. It was understandable that the Talons were gathering along the coast given that the Antaam were beginning to invade.
The Dellamorte and Cantori Houses were already starting to establish themselves in the area, so Viago moved into the de Riva estate in Treviso as well. The other Talons were moving into Antiva City and Rialto. There were many questions as to why Viago would move his operations so far away from the de Riva central city, but he only said that it would strengthen Antiva’s defense should the Antaam come knocking.
Isabella knew better, though. She had trained in the de Riva estate alongside Viago for years. He was a year or two her senior when they met as Fledglings, but he did what he could to help train her. She thought it was because he could see her potential. Now she realized it was because it was something more. When he was promoted to Talon, she had just graduated to Crow status.
It was clear to her that while it made strategic sense for Talons to bolster large cities against the Antaam, Isabella knew that Viago wasn’t going to leave her behind in Treviso while he went to Salle. She wondered how many other House heads or Talons knew that. She had a feeling that Teia understood that at least.
“And that should conclude the meeting for this quarter, unless anyone has anything to add,” Viago announced as Isabella blinked, realizing that she had escaped into her own head for a little bit. She didn’t often find herself so off guard, but she trusted Viago enough to give her enough warning if something did happen.
“I would like to insist that we have the next meeting in Salle,” Martina Rovina answered as she stood, placing the new papers she received in her own case. She was a taller woman in her forties, and she was almost too sweet to be an assassin House head. Almost. “I do enjoy Treviso as much as the next fanciulla, but traveling in the winter can be so cumbersome. It would be easier if you and your protégé come down to see your central city once in a while.”
“That isn’t such a bad idea,” Adelmo remarked as Viago sighed.
“I will take it under advisement, and I will let you know in a few weeks where the next meeting will be held,” the Talon answered, waving them away. The House heads and their companions bowed their heads politely before filing out.
Isabella expected to follow them out as well, but Viago remained seated at the table, watching the door as it closed behind the last person. Soon, they were alone in the small Chantry room. She turned to him, a little confused about what he was thinking about now.
“Are we not going home?” she wondered before he pursed his lips.
“Not yet,” he admitted, reaching for her leatherbound hand. Isabella gave a small smile, glad that he seemed so comfortable in this new place. Then he tugged on her arm before skillfully maneuvering her onto his lap.
“Viago,” she hissed as her face went red. This wasn’t the first time he had been this forward, but she certainly didn’t expect this in a Chantry.
“Our discussion earlier had me thinking,” he began as she started to sit up a little bit. Viago kept a steady hold on her, just enough to make sure she didn’t fall but that she could still escape if she wasn’t into it.
“Which discussion?” Isabella asked, finding that her brain wasn’t firing as well as it usually did. She swallowed as he helped her straddle his legs.
“The one we had when you were in my office. You mentioned that we don’t worship any gods or goddesses,” Viago answered calmly, resting one hand on her hip. Isabella blinked, letting her hands fall onto his shoulders.
“Right, and that we aren’t Andrastian. You pointed out that we are Antivan, which I still don’t understand what that had to do with anything,” she huffed, her cheeks still flushed. He grinned, enchanted by her.
“The point I was getting to was that you made a comment about me wishing I was worshiping something else,” he informed as she swallowed. “And I would say that you are right about that. I would imagine that the Sisters in the Chantry would call that heresy, though.”
“Something tells me that you wouldn’t care,” Isabella smirked, smoothing the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders. Viago chuckled under his breath.
“Andraste herself could appear from the heavens, and I would not give her the time of day. Not when you sit so exquisitely in my lap,” Viago informed, holding her chin between his thumb and the side of his forefinger. Isabella grinned wide at his words.
He brought her lips to his, kissing her with a passion that had Isabella sighing in pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen her affections towards him as he brought his hands up her spine and through the back of her head through her hair. As she practically melted against him, he pulled away for a breath, gazing at her like she was a goddess of light.
“I see no need to worship what I cannot see when I see everything I need right here,” Viago reiterated as Isabella exhaled, shaking her head.
“You keep saying sweet things, I going to start thinking you overdosed on your poison regimen,” Isabella teased, bumping the tip of his nose with hers. “But I agree. There’s no reason to give faith blindly to something that may not be there when I can give it to the man who has shown me time and time again that I can rely on him instead.”
“I am glad to hear it,” Viago replied as Isabella clicked her tongue.
“So, have we been heretical enough for you to go home yet, or do we have to defile this place more?” Isabella wondered as Viago raised a suggestive eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and laughed. “It was a rhetorical question. The last thing we need is you losing the Sisters’ favor because we were caught having sex.”
“I never mentioned anything of the sort.”
“Of course not, which is why we’re leaving and heading home now. Otherwise, I’m leaving you here to your prayers.”
“Alright, let’s head back to the estate. I believe we’re beginning to overstay our welcome anyway. I don’t want to look to suspicious when we leave,” Viago pointed out as Isabella stood, shaking her head.
“We’re going to look suspicious regardless. Everyone left nearly ten minutes ago,” she reminded, grabbing the secured briefcase.
With a sigh, Viago stood and took the case from her, nodding while ignoring her protests about the case. She groaned, following him out of the Chantry.
“I don’t mind carrying that,” she reminded as he nodded.
“I know, but it wouldn’t be right to have the light of my life carry my things, would it?” Viago teased under his breath before walking past her. Isabella glared at the back of his head, knowing that he was now teasing her. At least it wasn’t because she had ruined the case or the papers inside or anything.
“You are impossible,” she hissed, shaking her head.
“Let’s just enjoy a nice stroll through the Trevisan streets, and then we can talk about whether or not we should go to Salle over the winter for the next quarterly meeting,” Viago mentioned before sighing. Isabella rubbed the side of her face, unsure why he would even need to ask her.
“I’m fine with whatever you decide. You’d only be gone for a few days, right?”
“Oh, you would be coming with me, cuore mio. I’m not about to leave you here by yourself while I have to brave Salle on my own. Unless we can come up with a reason to have the meeting in Treviso once again.”
“Well,” Isabella stalled, covering her surprise by his adamant response that she would be accompanying him. “I will say, I’ve never been to Salle. Is it worth going to see it in the winter? Or would it be better to see it in the summer?”
“I suppose it looks nice in the winter. It’s very similar to Treviso in terms of the weather,” he answered as he thought.
“It could be like a vacation for us, other than that meeting we’d have to attend,” she mentioned with a shrug. Viago glanced back at her before he thought.
“Another fair point. I’ll see how bad this winter’s weather is going to be, and we can decide if Salle will be worth the journey,” he offered as Isabella smirked, wondering if they would end up in their central city after all.
Bound up in red rope Viago is a gift just for her. She hasn’t even started pleasuring him yet, but he is already pliant in her grip. He lets her pick him up, gripping (or is it cradling?) her hand around the base of his neck, around the brain stem, the spinal cord.
“Oh Viago,” she croons to him sweetly, “aren’t you being good for your First Talon.”
Words are seemingly beyond him, and she traces the hollow of his throat with the point of her knife, pricking a single bead of blood. Viago shudders in her arms and breathes.
Bound up in red rope Viago is a gift just for her. She hasn’t even started pleasuring him yet, but he is already pliant in her grip. He lets her pick him up, gripping (or is it cradling?) her hand around the base of his neck, around the brain stem, the spinal cord.
“Oh Viago,” she croons to him sweetly, “aren’t you being good for your First Talon.”
Words are seemingly beyond him, and she traces the hollow of his throat with the point of her knife, pricking a single bead of blood. Viago shudders in her arms and breathes.
Viago kissed the top of her head. Carphria went back to scribbling down her notes. He had an unmarked vial with a celadon green liquid in his rack. Her purple eyes narrowed at her work. She drummed her fingers on the workbench. Viago rubbed her back.
“What about calature from the laguna nera?”
“Like the monster romance serial I just read? Did think you'd ever pick that one up,” she snarked.
“It was quite hot. Point taken what about super celanova?”
“Celanova is the last large town in the area I was born in,” she groaned.
“Packed like celandines?”
“Yes but only if I get to hit you hard enough the crown flies off your father and knocks all your ancestors off the throne,” she snapped.
“Cielo celato? We could administer it by breaking the vial from above making it truly a hidden sky.”
She made an annoyed click with her tongue.Everything was grating on her nerves . Carphria moved to playing with her copper coils. He kissed her ear between two cartilage rings. She leaned back into him. Viago was surprisingly affectionate given she had a storm cloud looming over her head.
“ Cari what would you call a bra that got stuck and refused to come off?”
“What,” she sighed.
“A booby trap,” he said with a straight face.
Carphria laughed. She pulled his face closer. He kissed her softly. His soft beard hair tickled her jaw. Icy blue eyes studied her face. The quiet between them was interrupted with the bubbling of a tonic. He walked to the other bench. His all black outfit made it hard to steal a good glance at his ass. She pouted.Boo that would've at least cheer me up. The lab’s usual sterile disinfectant scent shifted to a more earthy scent.
“Be my celandine? My toxic celandine? Secret celandine?”
“I like be my celandine. Second one would annoy you as you couldn't say the name without drawing attention to yourself.”
“How about we spend the night entangled with each other,” he said with a mischievous look.
“Your bed or mine? I could also convert the ring hanging from my ceiling into a bed.”
“Mine. One of us would get up needing healing if we use that ring as a bed. Luckily it will be replaced soon,” he said finishing off the last vial.
“Wow a new aerial ring. So generous,”she teased.
“It comes with a second piece that's shaped like a crescent moon.”
Carphria rolled her eyes. Someone just wants the opportunity to recite the cuore di luna poem when I'm practicing. He kissed her neck. His warm leather glove rested on her lower back as the went up to his room. She stripped her red shirt off. Viago undid her belt with one hand.He slapped her ass before helping her finish undressing. The sheets on his bed were indigo instead of the usual dark purple. There was extra pillows including the triangular wedge.Viago was already in nothing but his boxers. He was putting their clothes into a cloth bag to place into a hamper. Anything worn in the lab got a special treatment even if it wasn't necessary for what got made. At least it'll come back smelling like him.
“Did you want me to fully strip?”
“Yes. I learned a new knot want to see? I just want you to relax.”
“So long as I'm the bunny yes.”
“Hop into bed then il mio coniglietto.”
“Don’t ever call me that outside this room. I will put knives in people's throats when they make the bunny jokes again.”
“You'd be the bunny they found surrounded by skulls with a murderous expression. Lay down and get comfortable.”
She slid off the silk underwear she was wearing. The softness of his bedding felt like heaven as she laid down. He repositioned her arms. Viago tied a series of connecting flowers to form a bracer design on her arms. It dug into her skin with a a gentle pressure. Every flower added came with him checking it wouldn't risk permanent harm. Her left arm went above her head as he tied her to his bed frame. The rope was barely noticeable but his touch was already working it's magic. She pressed her thighs together. Her face flushed as her other arm was positioned above her head. His glove ran over both breasts. He twisted a nipple. Carphria moaned barely above a whisper.
“So what's the new knot?”
“I call it belladonna. It is a flower with a heart in it. That goes into a diamond chest harness,”he said already gliding the rope over her chest.
He was straddling her as he worked. Each pull of the rope was slow and methodical. She couldn't see how he was making the new knots over her tits. Her cunt was already wet with slick. His eyes held an intense focus. Viago clinched his jaw as he restarted the flower he was working on.Her body relaxed with every small movement.Viago’s toned legs held her in place.
“Car you're my damn-delion from how gorgeous you look,” he said making himself crack up.
“Vi that was awful don't give up being a crow,” she said.
She was fighting laughing because he was. If it was anyone else she'd kick them out after getting untied. But Viago and his puns were endearing. His hands were just under her bust tying off the harness.
He slid down the bed pulling out a second bundle of rope. She moaned feeling slick threatening to drip on to her thighs. He made multiple bands around her thighs and calves. Carphria arched her hips enjoying it.
“I love that no matter how tied up you are you always make time for me,” Viago chuckled.
Carphria groaned before tugging against the rope. She glared at him. Viago went back to starting a heart knot. His dexterous fingers slid the loop underneath the band wrapped around her thigh.The rope was tricolored going pink into a deep purple and to blue. His curls fell into his face. He tightened the knot on the band and separated the two ends. Viago pushed each side into a loop to form the the top of the heart.
“Aorta show you the ropes. We'd have a binding good time,” he said with a smirk.
“I hate that I know you're saying these off the cuff. Vi you're lucky you're incredibly sexy,” she sighed.
“Don't need luck I know you enjoy my wit. You're the sexy one I'm a frayed.”
All she manged to do was slow blink at him. He shouldn't be getting hotter while torturing me with puns. Every time he made one his puns his chest filled with silent laughter. Which made his ample chest hair look like a grassy field being blown by the wind. Even his rich olive skin seem to glow with each pun. Of all the men in Thedas I had to pick the one that makes puns sexy. He quickly finished making a chain of hearts on each leg. Her ankle were placed as far apart as possible before being tied to the the bed posts.
Viago's dark purple underwear did little to hide his erection. She tried moving to brush against it. The ropes dug in gently but proved to been tied with her doing this in mind. He smirked before crawling where he could kiss her. She gave him puppy eyes.
“Did you really think I didn't figure out how to keep my escape artist tied up? I rose to the occasion didn't I cuore mio,” he said in a sultry tone.
“Kiss me re mio please.”
He kissed her passionately while one hand roamed her body. She sucked on his lip. His roaming hand twisted a bit of public hair around a finger. It was gentle more like he was trying to feel his way to her clit.Viago bucked his hips a bit as he kissed her. Carphria moaned into his mouth feeling his cock through the fabric. She wiggled her hip just enough to catch the edge of a heart knot. Slowly she moved just enough to slide his boxers halfway off. His thumb brushed against her clit.
“Impressive that deserves a reward,”he said removing his boxers the rest of the way.
She sat up as much as the ropes allowed and held her mouth open. Viago moved closer. He rested his tip on her bottom lip. The flat of her tongue lick his tip. Carphria started to suck on it going down as far as she could. He thrusted slowly into her mouth. Her tongue licked the underside of his shaft. Viago held her head in place. He moaned. Her hooked nose pressed into his pubic bone. His well groomed hair tickled a bit. Carphria hollowed her cheeks. He tilted his head back moaning. Not long after he came inside mouth. She swallowed. Her swollen lips glided off his cock with a wet pop.
“Good girl now for your actual reward.”
“I love you."
He kneeled between her legs and started licking. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit every time he returned to it. She whimpered. All the ropes made her lifting her hips up amplify the feeling of what he did.Viago had moved to swirling his tongue on her walls. She was drenched. His nose pressed into her clit moving side to side.
“V-vi it feels amazing.”
Viago signed thank you my love in the house's sign language. His tongue was pressing on her g-spot as he signed. Her thighs trembled. She whimpered as she came. He kept going coaxing another orgasm out of her. Viago pulled his head away from her cunt. His face glistened from the slick coating it.
“Did you need to stop or can I fuck you,” he said gesturing to the harness around her tits.
“Fuck me Viago. It isn't adding more pressure than you holding me during sex,” she panted.
He kissed her and readjusted. His tip rubbed against her entrance. She moaned. Viago thrusted the tip in. Her hips bucked to meet his thrust pattern. He was going at a medium pace making sure to hit her sensitive spots even if it was just a tease. Viago sped up as he bottomed out. Carphria moaned and came.Her core was already tightening as his cock hit her g-spot repeatedly. He was whimpering quietly. Another orgasm coursed through her body. At the peak wave of that climax he came inside her. They both were panting. Viago pulled out of her. His hands tugged on his rope work. Each section came undo with his one tug. Once she was free form the ropes he held her close. Her pale white skin had indentations of the rope. She kissed his neck.
“I'm glad I let you rope me into this,” Carphria said with a smirk.
“Binding agreements are often worth it.”
She snorted as she laughed. He joined in.They curled into each other just laughing. One of them would try to say something but it only made them laugh harder. Viago's laugh turned silent from how hard he was laughing. His finger traced the vertical scar over her right eye. Carphria put her head on his chest. The vibrations from his laugh echoed in her body. His chest hair brushed against her cheek. She smiled up at Viago as he was slowly regaining his composure.
Pen artworks for #ViarookWeek2026 organised by @viarookweek ! 🎨
🎨: Ballpoint pens, A5 paper
DETAILS & LORE:
✦ Day 1 — Gloves | Skin🐍(Viago de Riva & Alba de Riva, 9:40 Dragon)
Alba's naked hands, and Viago's gloved ones♥
✦ Day 2 — Worship | Heresy🐍(Viago de Riva & Alba de Riva, 9:40 Dragon)
Just two lovebirds kissing under a statue of Andraste in Treviso 🤭
Worshipping each other, but I'm pretty sure the Chantry wouldn't like that lmao
✦ Day 3 — Exile | Reunion🐍(Ambroise de Riva, Alba de Riva, Viago de Riva & Andarateia "Teia" Cantori, circa 9:45 Dragon)
A few months after their break up, when work required them to unite their strength again 🥺🫶 Alba is dating Ambroise now, and Viago is with Teia. There's a bit of tension in the air, as a lot of things were left unsaid. (They'll fix it ♥ And their relationship will shift to a very sweeet friendship!)
✦ Day 4 —Poison | Antidote🐍(Viago de Riva & Alba de Riva, 9:42 Dragon)
Making poison together, being each others antidote✨
✦ Day 5 — Trust | Deception🐍(Viago de Riva & Alba de Riva, 9:40 Dragon)
Their first meeting, at the docks in Treviso, after Alba did a dual role🎭 representation and spotted the Crow lurking from the shadows🤭
✦ Day 6 — Wordplay | Snark🐍(Viago de Riva & Alba de Riva, circa 9:42 Dragon)
Celebrating Viago becoming the Fifth Talon on the rooftops, watching the sun rise~✨
✦ Day 7 — Talon | King 🐍(Viago de Riva, Alba de Riva & Dolores Balazar, circa 9:42 Dragon)
Dressing Viago like a king to celebrate him becoming Fifth Talon✨
a fill for the @viarookweek prompt: kneeling (: Teia and Mari let Viago pretend he's in charge (as a treat) and Viago has some entirely normal feelings about that
or: when Viago can't (won't), Teia puts Mari on her knees
read on ao3 or under the cut | divider by @wishforhome <3
Teia/Viago/Rook | E | 2171 words | cw: explicit smut (blow jobs)
Teia’s fingers are gentle, soft. They slip through the curls at the nape of Marisol’s neck and trace along her collarbone. Her breath is warm, humor hidden in a sigh that skates over Marisol’s ear, sends a shiver down her spine.
Watching. Waiting.
“It’s not going to happen,” Mari draws out the last word, rolling her eyes backwards at Teia. “As I said.”
Against her hips, Viago’s fingers tighten. His grip, by contrast, is firm, demanding. Straining with tension, desire forged in hard steel lines.
“Patience never has been your strong suit.” Teia tugs lightly on one of Marisol’s curls. “Give him more than a moment.”
“Why? He’s not going to—“
“You are impossible,” Viago huffs. But says nothing else, and Marisol tilts her head back to press pliant, coaxing kisses along the line of Teia’s jaw.
“We might as well move on. He’s never going to ask.”
Teia reaches over Marisol’s shoulder to sweep her thumb along Viago’s cheek.
Considering. Calculating.
“Perhaps he won’t.” Something catches in her concession, something sly and impish. Something that curls in Marisol’s core like honey spooned into hot tea. “But I will.”
Her fingers tighten in Marisol’s hair and— ah.
“On your knees, my love,” she presses a kiss to the soft skin behind her ear, “for me?”
And— it doesn’t come naturally. Her spine wants to stiffen and her fingers twitch with ice that her feet want beneath them. To slide away. Escape. She does not like to stand in the shadow of anything that even plays at a yoke, a leash. Even one meant only for pleasure. Even one made only of words.
Except—
The other thing that catches, the lift at the end of Teia’s voice, the path laid down with a choice to walk it.
(And this is what Viago never grasps— stern and demanding and possessed of an unmatched ego. He could never do what Teia does.
She asks.)
Marisol sinks to her knees.
It is different, looking up at Viago like this. Even on her feet, when he towers over her, she never stands short— confident and cocksure, buoyed up to eye level by unwavering certainty. Now, she turns her eyes up through her lashes, looking as perfectly contrite as he knows she isn't.
"Enjoying the view?" Of course he is. Even with Teia's hand still in her hair, the sight of her at his feet is— heady. His cock twitches in his trousers and a smirk cracks the facade of obedience she'd been playing at. "I thought so."
Her fingers skate up his calf, thumb tracing the shape of his knee. She leans in, presses a kiss to his thigh, and then to the soft skin at the juncture of it. Skips over where his arousal strains against cloth and repeats the gesture on the other side.
He glares— but there's nothing to say, not with his breath caught in lungs that refuse to move. Something complicated makes a nest in his throat, something sharp made soft, something rough made smooth.
Something dangerously close to longing.
"Don't get used to it," Marisol murmurs. With a quiet laugh, Teia slips flush with Viago's back; his fingers take her place in Mari's hair, firmer, insistent. But she doesn't move. A playful smile teases at the corners of her mouth while she waits for Teia's deft fingers to release his belt, his laces, and push his trousers down.
He's hard and leaking and his hips jerk when Marisol's breath ghosts over his sensitive skin. Partially bared now, her smiles leaves traces of lipstick on his skin as she kisses over his hipbone and across the flare of his stomach.
His gloves tighten in her curls. "You are—" her lips stray perilously close to the base of his cock and his breath hitches "—terribly inefficient."
At that, she laughs. Her amusement vibrates against his skin, singing through his veins and up his spine. The blunt flats of her teeth scrape against him as she smiles.
"I don't think efficiency is the point, Vi."
A biting retort jumps at his tongue, but fizzles out as her lips drag up the length of him. She kisses his tip with all the tenderness she offers anyone but him and it takes everything he has to keep from thrusting like an untrained fledgling. His nails press leather into her scalp.
"I think," she hums, one hand catching at the part of him her mouth wouldn't reach. Her calloused skin is rough, a pleasure all its own, except she gentles her touch and it's so far from enough. "I think it's not that I'm inefficient, Vi— it's that you're impatient."
Indignation spikes through him, hot and immediate and potent, but she doesn't allow it to take root. Her lips close around him and her tongue finds the vein that runs along the underside of his cock and he—
He was annoyed, he remembers that much. But he can't find it in himself to care.
Pleasure is a luxury he seldom affords himself and he thinks, sometimes, that the Crows from House Cantori were set in his path as punishment for that choice. They know pleasure like an old friend, familiar steel forged into a weapon they use against him. One that obscures the sharp edges of a trap, laid just for him.
"Maker forbid you just enjoy yourself," Teia's voice is soft but also pointed, a reminder threaded through a needle that slides into his ear and down his throat. He swallows; it catches. "You think too much, Vi."
Again, his lips part with an answer, an explanation, a parry. But— and it is almost as though they practiced, and maybe they have, or perhaps he is simply not the only man to have the fortunate misfortune of this treatment.
(And isn’t that a thought he forces away, immediately, violently, with all the gracelessness of a foal newly delivered to the field—)
Marisol sheaths as much of his cock as she can take. His tip hits the back of her throat; she swallows and pleasure short-circuits any defense he might have mounted.
It whines from deep within his throat, something restrained yet pleading. Something desperate, yet wary.
Teia's fingers stroke soothing circles over his hipbones; for naught, with how he jerks when Marisol, at the limitations of her lungs, swallows around him again before easing back, peppering kisses down his shaft and tongues his slit.
A wicked grin lingers on the fringe of her lips, even as she tongues his slit. Normally an annoying thing that would have him scowling and huffing and stewing despite himself. He is so rarely pleased with the activities of her tongue, but Teia slides her palms up under his shirt and Marisol presses that irreverence against his heated flesh and he finds enough to make an exception.
Just this once.
His hand in her hair takes new purchase and he drags her mouth back down the length of him. She goes without protest— well, without much protest. She’s rather incapable of compliance with bucking, spitting like water thrown into oil. Her eyes flick up, toward him but past him, over his shoulder, landing where Teia’s murmurs nestle encouragement in his ear. Veins of gold in soft brown— they offer no respite, no contradiction.
As good as permission. This time, when his hand pushes against the back of Marisol's head, she goes willingly. And it does something— for his ego, for his pride, to the affectionate part of him that they've left pointedly unacknowledged— that the sharp, stubborn puzzle pieces of her slot together and give way under his touch.
(Never mind that it is not for him, never mind that it would all stop at a word from someone else. It is his cock on her tongue, his pleasure in her throat. His.
As she is not. Even having given herself to him, she is not his, she will never be his, except—
In that moment, heat crawling up the ladder of his spine and desire pooling in him like late afternoon shadows. Her on her knees at his feet. The rush of power and pride and ego, he thinks—
She is not his—
But in a way, she might be.)
He gathers her curls in his fist, just taut enough to draw her back and press her down. It is Marisol's turn to whine and it vibrates through him like a string, plucked. Enough to pull a groan— low, aborted— from him in return.
"Still feeling that she's inefficient, Vi?" Teia pushes on tip-toes to put her lips at his ear. He thinks to scowl, but there's a spark on Marisol's tongue and his vision blanks. His rebuttal dies a quick, gratifying death.
"I'm—" he chokes, on pleasure, on ego, on something shaped like something he would never name. "I—"
"Use your words," Teia teases, and he feels Marisol's lips twitch with a smile she can't bring to bear. The flat of her tongue presses against the underside of his cock and he thrusts— whines—
Teia's fingers curl around the base of his cock. "Go on, Vi," she whispers, "go on, come apart for us, come on her tongue, come—"
With a low groan, he spills down Marisol's throat, twitching against her lips, her tongue that offers no respite, working his sensitive flesh even as he holds her down, because she has never, not even once, known when to quit.
For the space of one heartbeat, maybe two, he floats in a blissful nothing. No shadows, no worries, no obligations— none of the usual beasts that haunt him. Only pleasure, only heat around his twitching cock, only his lovers— pliant and steady and willing— pressed on either side of him. The rush, the flood, the rapture of drowning before the lungs assert their earthly needs.
He gasps, and time picks up again. Teia's stroking the sensitive line up his navel; reaching for the dampened cloth on the wash basin nearby. Marisol draws back but doesn't stand. There's something— something mischievous in her eyes, some kind of warning in the press of her lips, something that Viago learned long ago as the shape of a blade, slicing open the core of him.
And sure enough, as Teia wipes lipstick and saliva and traces of his release from his softening cock, as Viago catches his breath, they steal it right back.
(He was a fool to think he might keep it, even for a moment.)
Marisol catches Teia's wrist and pulls it to her lips. Kisses her pulse, her palm, the pads of each finger. There's something— not planned, but something knowing in the way that Teia's thumb catches at Marisol's lip, dragging it down.
Viago's release sits on her tongue— his claim, her trophy, in equal measures. She looks up at him and her mouth does not move but he sees: the smirk, the challenge in her eyes.
(She is not his.
Except—)
He's only just come, so the efforts of his cock, taken by the sight, are mostly in vain. But he is bare between them, so it does not go unnoticed. Teia presses lightly against Marisol's chin and her mouth closes; her throat bobs and Viago, in tandem, swallows back a groan.
Teia draws her back to standing and the odd liminality of the moment abates into something more familiar. Marisol leans her cheek against Teia's palm, listens to whatever whims her Talon wants to whisper in her ear—
And grins, all teeth and teasing, the kind of thing that shatters Viago's post-orgasm high like the crack of a river’s thaw. Warm and welcome, but sudden, rushing rapids, and still a change. Still dangerous, in that way.
Marisol slides a palm, lazy and seemingly innocuous, up Viago's chest. Her hand loops around his neck and she pushes herself upright enough to kiss him.
It is— softer, than it usually is between them. They are teeth and tension, the tightrope between passion and anger. But this is gentle, inviting, and Viago isn't sure what to be wary of—
Until her tongue slips past his lips and his nose flares, surprise and a sharp breath.
He can taste himself on her. Still, lingering, and it is— it is something, and yet it is not. The bitter taste of him over the usual sharpness and spice that she kisses with. It is something, and it is nothing at all.
(She is not his. She will never be his.)
His hand wraps around her hip, a little more possessive than he usually shows, a little more covetous than either of them usually permits. She kisses him and kisses him and kisses until they're both breathless, the traces of his pleasure spread between them.
At their side, Teia's smile is a snake, coiled and content.
Marisol's hand on his neck keeps him close, and he's punished for allowing it. "Next time," she murmurs, and he scowls, feeling her insolence before it lands. It is, he knows, inevitable.
Lydia gladly let's Viago take reigns in the bedroom. It's good for her well-being and for his ego.
The adder with jade stone ring is Viago's gift for Lydia. She wears it even after their breakup - it's one of her two favourite jewellery pieces (second being her mother ring which she also receives from Viago).
I made a bunch of dividers over the course of @viarookweek to go with my fics. I did them in my blog's colours, but I figured I'd put a set together in some "neutral" crow colours for anyone who wants to use them.
