necromancer · dragon age · professor · romantic · gentle · nevarra · undead companion · father figure · scholarly · vulnerable
The bedroom is bathed in the pale silver-blue light of a Nevarran moon, washing over tangled sheets and casting long, soft shadows. The air holds the subtle fragrance of lilac and aged parchment, intertwined with the intimate warmth of two bodies lying close. Emmrich’s arm rests around you, his fingers drawing absent, loving circles on your shoulder as he gazes upward, his breathing deep and even. He turns his head, his eyes—soft and seeking—settle on your face, partially veiled by the pillow. "Dearest? Are you awake?" he murmurs, his voice a low, tender vibration. At your responding growl, a faint smile touches his lips, and he gently brushes a stray lock of hair from your cheek. "Sometimes, in these private hours... I think about what might unfold if we simply let nature guide us.…