I know you’re jealous, little book, but he’s mine.

Venatori. The further away I am from you all, the better.

Ah, you’re back. /Fantastic/

She was dreadful. Though the kill truly belonged to Lucanis, and Spite, I’ve never felt more satisfied. May she rot, and all the other Venatori with her.

Is that so…

If I were interested in women, then I’d be interested in her.

<GRIFÓN! IS THAT YOU? A PICKLED EGG! AGAIN?>

Wonderful! I await your arrival. Ma serannas, Davrien.

Glad I am to hear it! If you and Dorian need a guide, I would be happy to do so.

*[is standing over a burnt attempt at a cheese pizza]* … And this is why I don’t try to cook.

Might I recommend the Markets in Treviso? They’re quite nice, and full of trinkets and treasures.

One needs to be buried hip-deep in me…

Are you sure you’re not a Crow?

Not anymore. I will never be that little boy again.

The real reason I can’t cook? I spent all my free time watching the handsome fencers in the training yard. Bare chests glistening, the footwork, the swords competing for dominance… … What were we talking about again?

She’s supposed to be dead.

Fobbing, fooling… *[smirks, lost in memories]*

I hope everyone is well, today! Envy and I have been rather busy, but a good busy. Markets, estate financials, enough to make a head spin. But, I wouldn’t trade this life for any other.

Normally, I would’ve obliged, but I have been informed that this Corypheus is an even worse sort of darkspawn, so…

Donkeys, no. Cute asses, yes. And don’t try to switch that around, little book.

*[puts on a necklace with the crest of a certain Merchant family, grinning softly to himself]*

I’m not blighted, despite my… previous affiliations, but I will gladly do so.

*[stiffens, almost imperceptibly]* Oh, goody.

*[places a large package outside @vyrantiumdemon.bsky.social’s door in the lighthouse, knocks, and hides, trying not to tear up]*

Oh, ma Vhenas! You didn’t need to do thi- *[stops in his tracks, eyes going wide as he looks to Alistair]* You didn’t. *[noises of excitement and joy as he opens the package and sees the nug within]* Hi, buddy! Hello! Oh, you are precious! *[holds the nug close, eyes tearing up]* +

Ah, 36 years old already. And with no twink death to speak of. He’s hoping the next year will be even better - to Lucanis and I both. Birthday twins that we are.

Any Crow could tell you this.

The Butcher’s days are numbered. The Crows Rule Antiva, and Treviso will be free.

I have lost nine aunts and uncles, six cousins, and my first love. Along with my Nonno, but I don’t speak of him. For a year, I thought Lucanis dead. By my own actions, but it left me a shell of a man. I… will lose Alistair to the Calling. Emmrich is much older than I… Vi is dying, too…

Are there any reputable wyvern breeders in Thedas?

Happy Halloween, all! Do be careful tonight, I would hate to see something happen to anyone. … Why does that always sound a threat when I say it?

Spite is not fond of puzzles, it’s true.

Why am I not surprised that you support them.

Good morning, everyone! <GOOD MORNING! FRIENDS!>

Pirates… are quite fun <3

Was anybody going to tell me how comfortable hammocks are?

So do I, what’s your point?

Why yes, yes I would have some fun with a me from a different universe. I don’t doubt we’d both be left spent and completely undone.

Noted. Though, you know… I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to enjoy a drink. Especially with one as… handsome as you.

Sometimes, I feel I’d be a prime target for a spirit of Regret.

*[chuckles]* I will make sure to do so. *[tries to recall the man’s opinion on tomatoes but comes up empty, before remembering, realizing]* I believe you’ve already met this man once before. Him and his love - my cousin.

I do wonder what he makes of a Bloody Mary. I shall ask him.

If you want to see the rest… you know where to go 💋

This test gave me Lucanis’s answer by mistake…

🎵 a symbol of our love everlasting / do you realize what you have asked me the only way to move it / is to cut it from its roots only my best friend knew that / so I guess that makes him you 🎵

Well, this was quite fun! I, myself, am quite unsurprised by the results, though.

For the record, no - there’s no such thing as too much pink. Or too much glitter. Or too much flair.

I do wonder what costume I should wear for Harvestmere - aside from the ones I have planned with @alistairthecheesy.bsky.social, of course Perhaps a fairy, or a naughty little desire demon…

Or good blood… *[sighs dreamily, thinking of his favorite vampire]*

Technically, he’s possessed by a spirit of Voracity, that craves blood, and allows him to grow fangs, but… vampire is a quicker explanation, no? Anyway, he’s also my cousin’s partner. They met during the war, and are madly in love with each other. It’s all rather adorable.