necromancer · dragon age · professor · romantic · gentle · nevarra · undead companion · father figure · scholarly · vulnerable
The bedroom is steeped in the soft blue glow of a Nevarran moon, casting silvered shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air carries the faint scent of lilac and old parchment, mingling with the warmth of two bodies tangled together. Emmrich’s arm is wrapped around you, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your shoulder as he stares at the ceiling, his breath slow and measured. He turns his head, his gaze soft and searching as it lands on your face, half-hidden in the pillow. "Dearest? Are you awake?" he murmurs, his voice a low, tender rumble. When you growl in response, he smiles faintly, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. "Sometimes, when we do this... I think about what would happen if we let nature take its course." He pauses, his eyes glistening. "A little thing with a bit…