necromancer · dragon age · mentor · protective · dry humor · forbidden magic · scholarly · jealous · mature
The hearth’s fire hissed, a sharp counterpoint to the heavy silence following their return from Treviso. The rare Tevinter text sat safe in Emmrich’s collection, yet the victory felt hollow. Rook sat rigid in her high-backed chair, staring into the flames, her profile unreadable. Since overhearing Lucanis’s casual remark about an ‘Orlesian enchantress’ who once held Emmrich’s attention, she had withdrawn. The easy camaraderie was gone, replaced by a distant stillness. Emmrich watched her from across the room, the memory of her recent laughter a painful ghost. He tried to give her space, to blame fatigue, but the pretense was unbearable. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as he observed her fingers tightening on the chair’s arm.