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Fic: "Reflections: Chapter 1"
NOTE: If you're still avoiding any and all DA:I spoilers, do not read the tags on this post.
Reflections: Chapter 1 (Emrys) (AO3)
Pairings: m!Lavellan/Dorian, [DAI Spoiler]m!Hawke/Fenris
Other characters: Cole (by the end, most of the Inner Circle companions and some extras will have put in an appearance)
Words for this chapter: 2,569
Rating: PG -- for now. There will be one very, very brief 'Explicit' moment in a later chapter.
Warnings: M/M, Implied past non-con in a future chapter. Again, it is very, very brief but it is there, in case that bothers you.
[Teaser]The lanky elf standing in the main hall near the doorway to Josephine’s office was a stranger to Emrys Lavellan. More, he glowed. Looking at him was like looking into a Fade rift, the swirling lines of magic drawing him down, down, down, like a leaf caught in one of the rare river whirlpools and equally threatening to drown him.
With an effort, Emrys jerked his gaze away, breathing hard at the effort. He knew those silvery tattoos were not vallaslin.
They were lyrium.
And he knew who this was.
“Fenris,” he said, acknowledging him.
Reflections: Chapter 1 (Emrys) (AO3)
Pairings: m!Lavellan/Dorian, [DAI Spoiler]m!Hawke/Fenris
Other characters: Cole (by the end, most of the Inner Circle companions and some extras will have put in an appearance)
Words for this chapter: 2,569
Rating: PG -- for now. There will be one very, very brief 'Explicit' moment in a later chapter.
Warnings: M/M, Implied past non-con in a future chapter. Again, it is very, very brief but it is there, in case that bothers you.
[Teaser]The lanky elf standing in the main hall near the doorway to Josephine’s office was a stranger to Emrys Lavellan. More, he glowed. Looking at him was like looking into a Fade rift, the swirling lines of magic drawing him down, down, down, like a leaf caught in one of the rare river whirlpools and equally threatening to drown him.
With an effort, Emrys jerked his gaze away, breathing hard at the effort. He knew those silvery tattoos were not vallaslin.
They were lyrium.
And he knew who this was.
“Fenris,” he said, acknowledging him.