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It should be a quick, clean job. Get in, get what he needs, get out, move on. But then, Lucanis should be in Treviso, not riding a crowded Minrathous rail line towards the inner city. On several fronts, things are off plan.
Lucanis works alone (except when he doesn't). Rook isn't supposed to be working at all (except she kinda is). Teaming up would be ridiculous. Crazy. It's not going to happen.
(It's happening.)
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Prompt responses, short one-shorts, drabbles, and other brief moments with the Veilguard crew that don't have a place of their own to live. All pairings, characters, and spoilers are fair game. (I'll flag entries with a rating above a T or specific tag warnings in the chapter summary.)
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Rook breaks a lot of rules, but rarely her own. She’s got a few: No getting involved with anyone while on the road. No one she’s not pretty sure she could take in a fight. Nothing serious.
No exceptions.
(…one exception.)
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- Part 6 of kindred spirits
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Rook’s seated at the edge of the chaise as he eases the door open, elbows on her knees and her shoulders curved inwards. Her head rests against laced fingers, turned away, towards the water. If she hears him come in, she gives no sign.
His legs won't move. Spite doesn't even bother waiting to argue it; he’s halfway across the space between them before the edges of his form have solidified, reaching for her with an outstretched hand that halts to hover just above her shoulder. Rook, he sighs, but it doesn’t feel like relief.
“I cannot believe we found you,” he says.
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A Post-Tearstone scene in a kindred spirits alternate timeline that could have been.
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- Part 5 of kindred spirits
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Lucanis does feel guilty, sometimes. Spite can smell, taste, hear. See clearly, once Lucanis got out of the way. To feel, though… it just doesn't seem to come across the same. Maybe that's what happens, when you get forced into a mind actively pulling as far away from the body it's inhabiting as hard as it possibly can. Or maybe it's just a spirit thing. That's a preferable thought. Less likely—but preferable.
Spite, at least, doesn't seem too bothered by it. And it has been a somewhat convenient misalignment, occasionally. In a fight, unbothered by an injury. At the end of a particularly long day, easing protesting muscles and joints into a tub of ice water without worrying about objection. And with sex. Convenient, that Spite finds it puzzling and pointless, at best. Boring, usually.
The problem, of course, is Rook. Spite might find sex odd and uninteresting, but Rook? He's turned towards her like the sun from the first moment.
So, really—Lucanis should have seen this coming.
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- Part 8 of kindred spirits
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Lucanis Dellamorte and Rook Thorne, two idiots in
lovelike?confusion. Self-awareness is overrated.- Words:
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Even when Neve thinks she's got nothing left to lose, the universe finds a way to surprise her. Loss is inevitable. Loss is guaranteed.
Now she's missing time. She can't stop staring at the stars. She can't find any answers that explain what happened to her two years ago...
...Until a dark-haired stranger appears in town, and the universe gets so much bigger than Neve ever could have imagined.
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04 Mar 2026
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Rook de Riva and Lucanis Dellamorte have history. Decades of it. And the pining has been mutual all along.
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10 Oct 2025
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"You were a Warden to the end, Davrin. A hero. But you were a lot more than that to me. You were my future. We couldn't find any trace of you. Maybe it's just hope, but whatever happens…I love you, Davrin. I always will."
It's been five months since the Battle of Minrathous. Thedas is recovering from the destruction of the Evanuris and the Blight. Treviso, especially, is rebuilding at a rapid pace after suffering from the blighted dragon attack.Lucanis is going through the motions as First Talon of the Antivan Crows, doing what is expected of him but detached from his current reality. It isn't until he finds out that Rook is missing that he begins to reevaluate what it means to be a Crow and a Dellamorte.
And Rook? She's as alone as she's always been. Just as she was before Varric and Harding dragged her on a quest to stop Solas. She just didn't expect it to be so hard this time around.
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10 Oct 2025
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Once Called Home by EpiphanyJones
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
29 Dec 2025
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For over a year, branded by the Fade and beset at all sides by the end of the world, the Inquisitor had done the impossible day in and day out. It had honed the edge of the women beneath the title even as it chipped away at her. It had spurred her feet forward and bent her slender back. And it wasn’t until her final victory faded from sight behind her that she realized she no longer knew who she was without its weight.
In the wake of Corypheus's defeat, the Inquisitor remains while all else sifts through her fingers like sand. The gnawing ache of Solas's abandonment remains, but there is something beyond that hollowing her days. One question haunts her: in a changed world, where does she belong?
(Not necessary to read previous works in this series.)
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- Part 8 of A Bent Back and a Marked Palm
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Light years away from you (and I could always be) by dags_over_caravans
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
13 Oct 2025
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Our fated-lovers await us upon the precipice of their reunion, the eve of their second-chance.
(The Purple Haze adult arc begins.)
And he is everything that she’d been hoping (praying, begging-the-Maker) to avoid.
”… the death of Lucanis Dellamorte.”
Rook is keenly aware of the Tevinter mage's dark eyes, moving too-keenly and too-rapidly to take in all they see. Neve is a teal sore-thumb amidst the raven-cloaked Crows.
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- Part 2 of Purple Haze
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10 Sep 2025