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The final chapter has been posted!

Our last installment ended on a bit of a cliffhanger. Will Lucanis ever receive another letter from Emmrich? Will the Basalt Hypogeum -- with Emmrich in it -- be lost in that strange netherworld forever?

As Vorgoth said at the end of Chapter 2, SIGNS ARE FAVORABLE. DO NOT DESPAIR.

Apart Together is a sequel to Between the Grave and the Garden, though you don't have to have read that story to enjoy this one. If you've been enjoying our stories about Lucanis and Emmrich, consider subscribing to our series eyes hands hearts and goblets. We have at least three more stories in the works!

Chapters: 3/3 Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Emmrich Volkarin Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Pining, Angst, Humor, Romance, Sexual Content, Epistolary, Post-Dragon Age the Veilguard

Summary: What can you say when pen and ink are all you have to bridge the distance between you? Everything, as it turns out.

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It was a lovely sunlit Antivan afternoon, and angry voices were echoing down the corridors of the Villa Dellamorte. The center of the disturbance — this time — was the parlor.

"What is this? Do you expect me to read this?" Lucanis slapped the stack of papers he held with the back of his other hand. 

"What else would you do with it?" Illario's tone was sullen.

Lucanis's upper lip curled into a snarl. "That is not a question you want to ask me right now." 

[guy whose bedtime is approaching fast] I need to write one billion words right now. and draw everything that has ever existed.

dorian: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

lavellan: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

dorian: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

iron bull: Edible.

How Many Canaries, Mixed Media- 2026

I have written a poem about the current situation.

Not just ICE, but all of it. Months ago, a thinkpiece referred to the dissipation of Trans rights as the 'canary in the coal mine' for American Fascism. And then again, and again, and again... another issue, another issue, another issue.

The canary and the coal miner share a special kinship: they're both trapped in the mine.

This is a beautiful meditation on the horrific situation a lot of us are living through right now, and the hopelessness of feeling born to die, or helpless to fix anything, or often both. I hope it's okay if I add something to the post that you inspired me to reflect on, OP. Though I normally lurk, I was a historian once upon a time, and one of my most emotional discoveries was learning about the machine invented to resuscitate canaries, which held its own oxygen tank in hopes of preventing the bird's death if it was exposed to toxic gas. There's something to that, I think - how natural it is for humans to care, how connected and protective we are, how easily we pack-bond with things that are different than us because at our core it is our most honest state to be empathetic, cooperative, and caretaking. I say all this to not to diminish the horror that is happening now - but to instead focus the lens on how much constant *work* a cruel and broken few must employ to propagandize us against our natures. The terror is the point. The hopelessness is the point. Maybe there's a reason that we all learn the phrase "canary in a coal mine" as a sacrificial entity allowed by an apathetic overseer to die and be discarded, the truth of their importance as a warning only recognized in hindsight. Maybe there's a very specific reason we never learn about the device invented to save them, and the miners that loved them enough to use them, no matter how heavy the added equipment was to carry, which endangered them too down there. We help each other. We resist cruelty. We resist apathy. We invent new ways to live and keep our neighbors alive to spite the inhospitable conditions we are forced to endure. Hand in hand, we live. We outlast them. We all get out of the mine. Together. Maybe

#I don't know tumblr etiquette #genuinely hope I'm not overstepping #this is a beautiful poem OP and it just made me Think Things #I hope we get out of this mine OP #lets survive and see the sun again

I was thinking about Lucanis and words and how words and their meanings seem to be extremely important to him and his understanding of the world and I think it all goes back to contracts.

'Don't promise, but thank you' -> I appreciate the thought, but don't say things you don't mean, and don't agree to a contract you can't deliver on.

And there has been many posts on the romance aspect of this ('promise?' 'I swear'/'just don't leave' 'never') BUT what I find also extremely interesting and what I also really love is the difference between 'contract' and 'deal'.

When he and Spite are trying to survive the Ossuary, Lucanis has to make a 'deal'. To me, 'deal' has much more to do with trust. It's more dependent on the individuals. A 'contract' is set in stone, written on paper, legally binding and is very impersonal. Whoever signs a contract is bound by it. This also matter with his personal characterization system i.e. 'family, enemies, contracts'. Contracts are impersonal and easy.

Oxford Dictionary:

a written or spoken agreement, especially one concerning employment, sales, or tenancy, that is intended to be enforceable by law.

The connotation of the word 'deal' to me, at least, is much more human. A deal is personal, in my head, a deal is where two people spit on their hands before they shake on it, you know what I mean? And because a deal is more personal (not legally binding, just personally binding) it takes a lot more trust and is a lot less secure than 'contract'

Ocford Dictionary:

an agreement entered into by two or more parties for their mutual benefit, especially in a business or political context.

Even in the definition, there's no mention of legality. Of course a 'deal' *could* be legally binding, but it's not implicit in the word.

So what I'm trying to get at is that I find it interesting that Lucanis is forced to extend more trust to a demon in the Ossuary than he's had to have for anyone outside of his immediate family, probably in years. This is forcing him to get personal with something outside of family, and outside of people he hates (the 'enemies' part of family, enemies, contracts). There is not legal way to ensure Spite is going to do what he says he will. There is no clean cut way for them to work together, written out neatly in clauses. Lucanis just... has a demon inside him, and they made a deal.

I think this also contributes to him feeling like he doesn't really *have* to live up to his own side of the deal, and also not really understanding what Spite means. He doesn't trust Spite enough to completely let himself or Spite 'live'.

But the kicker for me really is at the end of Inner Demons, when Spite, who presumably has spent enough time roaming around Lucanis' fucked up little compartmentalising head that he understands it a little bit better, in response to Rook suggesting a course of action for the two of them to take together (i think this happens with both, but definitely on the 'save Caterina route') suggests 'contract' for a label, and Lucanis... shoots it down.

'No. Contracts are for enemies. Call this... an alliance.'

Which is soooooo chewy. I feel like 'alliance' is even more personal, depends on even more trust than 'deal'. Ugh he makes me insane. I don't really know where I'm going with this, it's just wild to me how much he trusts Spite by the end of Inner Demons. And I think the fact that he says this so quickly points to how the trust between the two of them has been growing despite how Lucanis is still locking himself up in his mind Ossuary.

It also I think points to how Lucanis opens up over the course of the Veilguard, not just trusting Spite, but Rook and the others as well. Letting himself be vulnerable, telling people about Illario, asking for advice, maybe even falling in love. Idk I think using word choice as a way to subtly show this is such a fun and interesting way to do it, especially with a Crow character who has previously in his life lived and died by the contract.

This is SUCH a great dive into this.

I really love the close look at the differences in definition, especially when you get to Lucanis rejecting the idea of the contract with Spite. Contracts are usually a one-time thing; a Crow delivers, on pain of death, what has been promised in return for payment. Nothing is expected of either one after that. An alliance is more personal, and it is also extensible. That cooperation and trust can outlive the original purpose as long as both parties want it to, and can change as needed.

Of course, there's also the very, very complicated idea of taking out a 'contract' involving Illario or Caterina. Family. That's an indelible promise, one that's binding, but they're family and to Lucanis that's not what Contracts are for. There's a very real chance that his needs may change as they pursue their goal, and an ally would be able to change and adapt, but a contract would be inflexible. An alliance protects him, Spite, and Illario and Caterina.

Villa Dellamorte - Chapter 17

Scattering Ashes

Hello!! Chapter 17 is up! A bit of a longer one this time, because I have no self-control and a lot of fun stuff is happening =3

Thank you @trevisianlynxx for betaing this for me! <3

Chapter Snippet:

Stepping over to the refrigerator while avoiding the chaos that was Spite and Manfred playing, he grabbed a glass container of leftover broccoli and rice. After adding a bit of water to it and steaming it between his hands with a heating spell, Emmrich placed it on the table. He retrieved his journal from the bookshelf and settled down to document his day until Bellara called for their nightly chat.

He had filled up a full page and started on the back when his phone finally rang. Emmrich picked it up and didn't get the chance to say hello before Bellara was speaking.

"Emmrich, I have something super exciting to share with you!"

"Hello, Bellara," the necromancer greeted as his grin widened. "How are you, my dear? I take it you had an eventful day at work?"

"Yes, good! Really, really good. I have big news! You won't believe this. I can’t even believe I saw it with my own eyes. Like, I actually found it and held it in my hands and brought it back to the surface!"

The man's eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Oh?" he inquired. Bellara was usually excitable about everything they found in the Ossuary, but he could practically hear her vibrating.

"Yes! Do you want to guess?"

Emmrich opened his mouth, but was quickly cut off.

"Ah! Sorry, I can't wait for you to guess. I have to just tell you. Ok ok, pausing for dramatic effect..."

Viarook Week Day 5: Deception | Trust

@viarookweek thank you for hosting 🖤

Taking off gloves - I don't think that there is a greater sign of trust from Viago. Allowing himself to be vulnerable around someone. But all the doors and windows are locked with multiple locks and every surface was checked several times for any poison.

Tumblr ate the quality, but it looks as it should after tapping/clicking on the pic.

I'm so pleased with how this turned out (especially with the glove 🙈), so a reblog with tags (I tried to remove everyone that already reacted to this to not be a nuisance, sorry if I missed someone!).

Pancakes

Neve set her pen down and stretched, blinking tiredly as she did so. She had a kink in her neck from bending over her notes for so long. As she glanced at the empty coffee cups on her desk, she realized she'd worked through the night. Now doubt Rook and Lace were going to scold her for it. As her stomach growled, Neve decided breakfast was in order. Spending all night going over her notes on Aelia hadn't yielded anything new. She sighed and stood, shook her head to clear it, then made her way to the dining hall.

The past several weeks had been tense, especially after she'd first returned from Minrathous after the dragon attack.

She'd wanted to blame Rook, but eventually she had to admit he couldn't be in two places at once, and the gods were the ones at fault. Rook helped Minrathous however he could, and he'd stood by Neve when she'd confronted Aelia. Slowly they were rebuilding the trust and friendship between them.

Neve stepped inside the dining hall and blinked.

Stacks of pancakes sat on plates on the table. A small girl with the horn nubs of a qunari was standing on a chair, trying to spear a pancake with a fork.

The girl looked up at Neve with bright hazel eyes and gave the detective a big grin, showing some missing teeth. "Oh hello! You're Signora Neve, aren't you? Papa told me all about you. He says you're the best detective in Minrathous! I'm Risha!"

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