Thea and Nathaniel, for @lechatrouge673 <3! Thea’s hair is always a delight to draw :D

*sobs forever* Kittens… Ok, have to remember how to word… Working with @noctuaalba is always amazing, and she always exceeds my expectations. As much as I love my OTP art, it was also important to me to do something for these two brats and their amazing and impossible friendship. This captures them SO perfectly, and the love they have for each other and just… It’s amazing, ok?!?

Thank you again, so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Call Me a Dreamer (4/5): Sunrise

Catch up on previous chapters here. Also available on AO3. Bonus points if you catch the ME: Citadel reference.

But I’ll die for that someone In the blink of an eye So tell me, please tell me Just what kind of fool am I?

-“Under Grey Skies” by Kamelot

It was surreal: that was the only word Loghain could grasp at to describe the scene around him. Where only moments before they had all been locked in a desperate battle for their survival, there were now wild fits of celebration and exultant cries of joy and victory. He and Sten were propping up Cataline, who was trembling with exhaustion, but alive. They had made it as far as the palace district grounds before they finally collapsed against a crumbling stone wall. A flurry of movement continued unchecked as they sat there, watching on in stunned silence, and no one seemed to pay much mind to the fact they had all been saved by the woman at his side.

To be fair, even Loghain was only tangentially aware of her presence: he would see her safely back to her friends, as he had promised, but his mind was elsewhere. His gaze scanned the crowds, desperately trying to catch a flash of that particular shade of auburn. He felt a gentle nudge in his side, and when he looked down, Cataline was offering him a tired smile.

“Go. I want to know she is alright as well, but I need to rest.”

Loghain hesitated. “Cataline, I promised I would keep you safe. I do not imagine Theadosia will be much pleased if you survived the Archdemon and then were finished off by a stray darkspawn who got lucky.”

She gave a small croak of ash-choked laughter. “I will be fine, Loghain. Sten is more than up to the task of crushing a few more genlock skulls if need be.”

“Very likely,” Sten nodded beside her, and Cataline made a shooing motion with her hand.

“Go. Find her.”

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Just ate butter cookies a while ago & suddenly thought of Cullen

WLStS, Chapter 36: Believe the Very Best

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There’s a calm surrender to the rush of day When the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away An enchanted moment, and it sees me through It’s enough for this restless warrior just to be with you.

-“Can You Feel the Love Tonight” by Elton John

As loathe as he was to return to reality, Loghain knew that things were going to start unfolding very quickly, and that meant he and Theadosia needed to return to the capitol. They spent one last, peaceful night in the Wilds, then boarded a plane for Denerim the next day.

“I will give your ‘friend’ credit,” Anora remarked drily when they met with her later that week after she had begun setting things in motion. “Her information was good. We were not only able to apprehend Samson, but also root out a great number of Venatori cells as well, including several that were in deep cover. I am, however, slightly disturbed to see how thoroughly they were able to infiltrate the Wardens, the Imperial Palace, and here.”

“It is something that we should probably look at, yes,” Theadosia agreed beside him, “And I would recommend doing a thorough re-vetting of anyone who has joined your staff in the last two years. In the meantime, have we made any progress finding Corypheus himself?”

Anora gave a short huff of frustration. “Not as of yet. We know that he had promised Florianne and Erimond seats of power in the new provinces he was going to create in the conquered south, but who knows if he ever intended to follow through. Given that Erimond’s corpse was discovered in an abandoned house on the edge of the Tirashan Forest leads me to believe that, whatever else he may be, Corypheus does not accept failure. I can understand now why Florianne was so eager to stay in our custody.”

“Have you gotten anything useful out of Samson?” Loghain asked. “Is his mind even coherent enough to tell you anything?”

“Unfortunately… yes,” Anora replied carefully.”

He raised an eyebrow in her direction. “‘Unfortunately?’”

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My art fuel is running a little dry today. I need to have a small break with sketchy Cully a bit