Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑛, 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 & 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑. 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠.

Logic and reasoning go hand and hand with one another. Some, well... They don't necessarily have the tacked for it. These are still new to you, and may take time. Though, I suppose it would be considered relearning, rather than it being new.

( + ) return. Not saying you'd leave me, rather - Rediscover your roots in a different manner. I suppose more freedom than what you had before." Said the altus.

( + ) if the others accept me or not - It's still not an easy choice to leave everything you know behind. Your position as the Inquisitor is temporary, but there is still a life you want to go back to. I know you say otherwise. But, even I know, there is still a piece of you that wants to ( + )

( + ) hold of the elf's hand. "As you mentioned, we were children in those earlier days. Opinions could've easily changed since then. Or her words of advice encouraged your clan to have a change of heart. It's their choice of whatever they decide. While I do know you'd choose me, regardless ( + )

( + ) myself. Given that I'm from Tevinter, no less, it would be harder to accept our relationship and what we have. Although, I've dealt with my own lack of support involving my life, or even so much as accepting my sexuality." Dorian leaned back, pressing against the wooden chair, and kept ( + )

The altus reached his hand across the table, and held Davrien's hand with his own. He'd listen, massaging his thumb over his knuckles, and sighed in response to him with a nod that soon followed. "I'm not surprised by your response. In truth, it is a rather difficult discussion I've had with ( + )

That depends who you ask.

Normally, it's a battle of wits, naturally. But, it can be used in a way to test your strategy in the act of war. Depending on the decisions you make, will depend who is the victor in the end.

|| In the games, Dorian is very cheeky. As for the devil part? Well, I figured it was very fitting for him.

Happy 80th Birthday to the legendary Tim Curry! 🖤

Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑛, 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 & 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠, 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡.

( + ) always have an unwarranted opinion; right or wrong - It doesn't make a difference." He continued. "I'm a human from Tevinter. The very people who have caused yours so much pain, and alone, trauma. Aren't you worried about what they may think?"

( + ) on the table. "I am rather curious, Davrien." He'd take hold of his fork, and cut into the quiche. "Suppose I've been curious about it all the more lately. While I do love what we have, aren't you concerned what your clan may think. Hanlen is an entirely different scenario. An ex, will ( + )

The altus nodded as he kept hold of his wine glass, tucked in between his fingers and his hand under his pit. "Naturally~." Said Dorian. "Any evening shared with me, makes it all the more entertaining. Less dull, with my company." Chuckled from his nose, another sip and sat his glass down ( + )

I'll do it as much as you like~.

Goodnight folks & Sweet dreams 💜

𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑦𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

Bothering my amatus, naturally.

I believe another sacred arrow is in her future.

Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐴 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛, 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑥𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡. 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠.

#dragonage

Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 & 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑛𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝.

( + ) evening dull." Dorian took a bite and hummed from the rich flavors of the meat. Taking his handkerchief, and held it to his lips as he spoke. "Thank you, amatus. This is truly delicious. As is all of your meals you've made for us."

He'd smile across from him. "You're welcome, amatus." Said the altus, as he lifted up his fork and began to cut into his meal. "Naturally. I'm never one to make our meal any less than what it should be. While I know it may be unconventional, I'm certainly not one of those that'll keep our ( + )

💜 Just in case the mood strikes to enjoy some age-gap yaoi, here is one of my favorite Emmrook artworks. 💜

The artist is @nodens.bsky.social

#OC #Emmrook #lovers #couple #art #DragonAge

Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 & 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠.

Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 & 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑘 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛, ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝.

Goodnight folks & sweet dreams 💜

𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 & 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑛𝑢𝑧𝑧𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝.

For Yuriel, an example of this would be holding hands. Espacially when other people are around, a clear symbol of their love and commitment.
It means the world to him that Emmrich enjoys showing affection openly just like himself. 💜

( + ) and pulled out Davrien's chair for him. He'd taken his hand, and guided him toward the chair. Pushing it in for him once seated and sat across from him. "It looks delicious, amatus." Said the altus, taking the bottle and pouring wine into their glasses.

( + ) and lilies to brighten the colors. Even if they weren't going out that evening as intended, he still wanted to make it as memorable. At least until his further plans he had made once they reached Minrathous.

As his lover returned with the plates and sat them down, he sauntered over ( + )