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“I’m here,” she whispered. Neve rested her forehead against Rook’s as she squeezed her hands tight. “What do you need?” Her voice wavered as she continued to follow the path of boldness into uncharted waters.
Rook’s eyes fell shut as she confessed, “You. I just need you.”
“Then I’m yours,” Neve breathed. The words spilled out of her mouth as her lips met Rook’s. She took her time, each press of her lips a silent reassurance: I’ve been yours longer than I realized.
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Dragon Age: The Veilguard (2024) dev. BioWare Neve Gallus + Executioner's Plume
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The rogue accidentally knocks over Neve’s crutches and the stand holding her cobra prosthetic, so close at hand on the side of the bed once more. Eyes are pulled to where the fallen items lay, and she notices drag marks through the dust on the floor. It looks almost like Xan’s old bag had been moved earlier. She opens the bag curiously. Inside is a bound bundle of paper, parchment, full sheets, and small scraps all pristine, tattered, or stained. Twine is wrapped around to contain the mess.
Xan takes a seat at the foot of the bed, Davrin’s words from earlier floating to the surface of her mind. “She was always writing. I thought… it was to you.”
And it was always her. Neve had just never been brave enough to send these.
A cold chill runs through Xan’s heart as her hands tremble, papers in hand. She casts a glance over to the wall next to the desk. The last letter she read from Neve ended with her sobbing there on the floor. This couldn’t be like that… could it?
Thank you to @just-linkr for this amazing commission of Neve and Xan’s slow dance from i’m sorry, i love you still
They’re perfect 🥹
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"You get one free shot at me. Same as everyone else tonight."
The rogue opens her mouth to speak but is caught off guard. “I… what?”
Neve turns to face her, and holds her arms out. "Wouldn't have been right to fight it out at the Wall of Light. Most people have been getting their barbs out here instead. So go ahead. I can take it."
Xan almost laughs. Maybe in the depths of her raging heart she would start a fight in public. However, seeing Neve settle back into her home throughout the night… Xan relents. She chooses the peaceful option, the unexpected one.
“I was going to ask if I could have this dance.”
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Neve sighs, straightening again in the saddle. Her gaze doesn't meet Xan's eyes, even as her arm doesn't withdraw. "Hey, Trouble," she manages, and it sounds like the words are dragged from her throat over broken glass.
The old nickname hits the rogue’s ears like claws on a board, sending her heart racing… but a small warmth flutters in her stomach as well. She feels sick; it’s all she can do to inhale and exhale on repeat, like she has her entire life. “Neve…” she says, the name foreign on her tongue.
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Xan can’t help but lean into the kiss as her heart screams in agony or desire, she’s not sure which. She presses her lips firmer against the other’s, willing some kind of reaction—anything to prove Neve was still the same woman she fell for. Her search for a flicker of Neve’s old self turns up empty; there’s no feeling behind it.
She rips her mouth from Neve, head hanging low as her heart threatens to fall from her chest. “I don’t…” She furiously blinks tears away. “I don’t know what to do, Neve. Tell me what to do.”
She pulls Xan away from the window, back toward the bed, her robe falling open. It's an awkward tug that begs as she balances on one of her crutches, a far cry from the woman that once backed her lover onto a couch with a confident shove and a smirk. "Just...let me take care of you tonight? Maybe...it's easier to be brave for you...than it is for myself."