Hi!!! Happy Thedas Weekend!! How about “Rook trying to impress someone.” from the story time prompts, for Mel Mercar?
I need you to know this prompt gave me one of the biggest breakthroughs on Mel's character I've had so far! you have both my heart and my sincerest thanks !!!! hope you enjoy this little blurb, and tysm for prompting for @thedasweekend <3
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"You're sweet." Neve said. Two words, spoken casually over her shoulder as she climbed the staircase ahead. Just two words and Mel Mercar knew she was utterly lost, stumbling a step in her haste to follow.
'Sweet.' Later, the word clattered around in her mind, even as she explored their strange new landing spot. The Lighthouse thrummed with strange magic, making Mel's skin tingle, though not nearly as much as it did when Neve looked at her.
'Sweet.' No one had ever called Mel that before and she'd been called a lot of things. Harsh, sure. Brusque, off-putting. Brutish, on occasion. Lots of expletives, now that she thought about it. But never sweet.
She felt powerfully now the impulse to be sweet. Ignoring the nagging feeling that she'd somehow tricked Neve (she couldn't—Neve was far too clever), Mel began finding reasons to stop in to Neve's office. Often, she was bearing gifts. Or, coffee she learned to brew herself, following carefully Lucanis' instruction. Dinner, if Neve didn't make it out to eat with everyone, her attention snagged on one case or another.
If she ever went on a mission without Neve at her side, she'd bring any trinket that caught her eye, or books, newspapers, a nice journal or feathered quill. Once, notably, a beautifully handmade magnifying glass. Mel had thought herself particularly clever for that one.
Each time she was rewarded with some version of 'you're sweet' and that world-shattering smile, Mel believed it a little more. She could be sweet, for Neve. She could be anything.
your choice which rook and 16!!!
HEHEHE MY CHOICE OF ROOK YOU SAY
have some Cyrus & Neve ty anon xx
My sweet,
We’ve made camp for the evening along the cliffside. Taash is keeping first watch; they are still a little too antsy after the Antaam we ran into this morning. We defeated them handily, of course, but I think any sighting of them is worrying with all the unknowns circling about that ‘dragon king’ nonsense.
Rivain is…Not as bad as I originally thought.While I am not a fan of the sand, I am becoming rather fond of the sound of the ocean. I love Minrathous, wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, but I do forget how beautiful the surrounding lands can be. Do you suppose you’d ever want to vacation here? After all this is over? Or anywhere really; as long as I can be at your side.
How fares the Lighthouse? Emmrich wondered earlier today if Fred has been helpful; I know he must have been so anxious about leaving him behind, though we both know he’s in good hands.
I suppose I should rest before it’s time for my watch, but it’s hard to fall asleep without you nearby. I miss the scratch of your quill late into the night, the rustle of your notes. And I’ve never seen the strange, constant ‘sunlight’ look better on anyone than it does you. As beautiful it is here, it’s not nearly as lovely as you.
I am entrusting this to a wisp Emmrich has raised for me, so there’s a chance this gets taken to wherever their stash of hidden things is, though knowing you, you’ve long cracked that case in our absence.
Yours,
Cyrus