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Maker, how this sweet sweet man fell for her was beyond her. But she knew that she wanted him forever. That was why she once more found herself in the Grand Necropolis. In the garden that he had first kissed her in. Her lips tingled at the memory, and a small smile crossed her lips. He was more precious than gold. To give up becoming a Lich to save his self made son. Manfred.
Ivy adored that boy. And that is what he was to her, a boy. Maybe her own one day. And one day soon. With the help of Myrna and Vorgoth, she’d set up a small treat of her own. She could only hope that he liked it. Manfred had been tasked with keeping Emmrich busy in the main part of the Necropolis while she set up the lamps for the wisps to light and ensured that everything was perfect.
She’d set out a heavily padded blanket across the grass that grew in the garden and made sure the tea that Manfred had picked was carefully set out, and with a small cake covered in lilac colored frosting with a small bouquet of Shrouds Kiss decorating the top. The scent always would remind her of him. Again she felt her mind drawn to him. Maker, she was hopelessly in love with that man.
A sound tickled her ear. The chattering of Manfred. The ever patient voice of her lover. She laughed softly before setting herself down on the blanket. The lilac dress she had procured was thankfully untouched by the dirt that was around the garden. It was lovely. Making sure her hair was tucked behind the point of her ears once more, her took a deep breath and felt the air around her come alive with the harmony of the wisps that had been all to willing to help her.
“I'm scared of what's inside my head, what's inside my soul; I feel like I'm running but getting nowhere; Fear is suffocating me, I can't breathe; I feel like I'm drowning, I'm sinking deeper,” She could practically feel his eyes on her. It was a talent she had never shared beyond just humming a tune as they held one another. “ White light fades to sage; As I enter the city of the dead.”
The Tevene flowed from her tongue easily. It was one of the things she’d learned when training as a Bard, before Varric had found and pulled her along on this little venture to stop Solas. The gravel shifted under someone's steps and she knew it was Emmrich. There was the off gate that Manfred possessed that was missing from the sound.
“I feel it burning through my veins, it's driving me insane; The fever is rising, I'm going under; Memories flash before my eyes, I'm losing time…” She felt him kneeling next to her and looked up, seeing clear adoration reflected in his warm eyes, “The poison is killing me, taking over; White light fades to sage; As I enter the city of the dead.”
He moved ever closer and only when the last note rang out did his lips find hers and she melted into his hold. They sat there in a sweet silence until the tell sound of Manfred approaching could be heard. Emmrich sighed about what she thought was about to ask him to find another task to do, when the loving bones passed her a velvet pouch.
Emmrich looked a hair confused before finally taking on the rest of the scene before him. Ivy thought should could feel his heart shutter under her touch.
“Did you put all of this together for me my dear?” When he saw her nodded, he gave a heart melting smile and kissed her sweetly. “Thank you. I thought romantic picnics were mine to plan out?”
“What? Can’t I be romantic for the one who I hold most dear?” Ivy brushed her nose against his, the cool metal of his rings and bracelets causing goosebumps to rise along her arms. Taking a deep breath she placed small bag into his hand. “I hope you like it.” The bag let out the small sound of muffled metal on metal.
“My dear if it is from you, I’m sure to love it.” Smiling, he opened the bag and allowed its contents to fall into his palm. There was a necklace, a thin golden chain. Attached to it was a charm. A moon with a bunch of lilacs across the front. Then came the second item.
A ring.
She felt his breath stop for a moment, his eyes darting to hers. The question there.
“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t wish to… but when you’re ready, I’d love to be yo-” she was cut off by his hand covering her lips. Blinking rapidly she saw tears gather in his eyes, but the twinkle and smile lifted a weight from her shoulders.
“Now I wish I’d thought to ask you sooner. Rook, I had plans for once this was all over, but you've gone and beaten me to it it seems.” With a wave of his hand a wisp raced forward and deposited something. “It was one of the few things I have left of my parents, and I am most certain that they would have loved you.” He showed her a silver ring in the shape of a rose, the diamond glittered in the dark light of the garden.
Ivy let out a choked laugh and just held out her hand for him to slide the ring onto. It was a perfect fit. He had clearly taken the time to get it sized, or she had the same ring size as his mother. Taking his face into her hands she kissed him soundly. Pulling back she laughed and rested her forehead against his. “I did ask your parents before I set all of this up, you know. I like to think they said yes.”
“You know, I think that they did too.”
