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godsofyfirheim · 11 months

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I was exploring the Dragon Age: Inquisition game files (yes, hi, I do that monthly) and I came across some facts and lore in the form of short character descriptions that I haven't seen posted online before.

The first one being Blackwall's official intended age, which is 45.

The rest contains spoilers so I will hide under the read more.

Remember that charred note you pick up from the bandits you help Blackwall dispatch when you first meet him? The one trying to persuade him to join them. This is the description of the bandit.

Bandit 1 28 Male A soldier from Blackwall's past who has had to turn to crime.

That really adds some context to what he says afterwards, and why he was so angry with them.

And if you're curious, the ages of supporting cast for his plot:

Mornay: 40 Giles: 55 The bailiff: 30 The Inquisition agent with the missing report: 20 Rumour mongers: The two discussing him in Skyhold tavern are both 30. The noble military woman in Val Royeaux implied to be one in note found in Exalted Plains: 30 The non-military noble in Val Royeaux arguing with her: 30

I personally have been trying to figure out Thom's age for about a year now with no luck searching online besides theories so I really hope this helps people.

It is 'AgeRange' but with how specific some of these ages are (28 for example) I think its fairly safe to say they are the intended ages.

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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re: Izzy brain mazes, I adore the interlude where Izzy manages to talk Lucius around to going out in his tank top and is revealed to have been angling for a nude photoshoot. I'd love to read more about how Izzy thinks about Lucius's body - particularly that duality of Izzy being so utility-oriented by nature but exploring a visually artistic hobby like photography.

(ooooh anon I am not quite spicy tonight, but I am listing to starboard and just clear enough for coherency... probably. So away we go. The photo session here is too late in the timeline to be the one discussed in that ficlet, but allow me a little timey-wimey so Lucius can have his tat.)

Izzy chose photography because it seemed easy and adjacent enough to Lucius' interests to be a good strategic move. He could half-heartedly snap photos on his phone and let Lucius talk about artistic merit and that was fine.

Except, just like with Lucius himself, Izzy found himself unexpectedly seduced. To look through the world, a step removed, through glass, had given him the distance to find beauty in the horrid place. Laying on his back, phone in hand, waiting for some asshole, he saw a bird jet above him and it was easy as anything to press a button. To capture the movement of wings against the grey sky.

When Lucius talked him into buying a camera, a bulky monster with it's thick manual, it felt far more real. A thick bulky machine that fit perfectly in his hands and gave him all the excuse he needed to step back from conversation, from life itself and frame it the way he wanted.

When people started to wander into his frame, he figured that out more slowly. People were tricky, full of unexpected movement and unanticipated planes. Once he's successfully taken Teal's photos though, the flood gates opened. There were photoshoots at the Revenge itself, family pictures for Delly every year on Pickle's birthday, drag queens he'd never met emailed him now and again and sometimes he even took those jobs.

All that felt a little like a warmup for this. Nowhere exotic. Just his own bed, in his own place. His own lover spread across the sheets.

"Could you just stay like that for a second?" He asked.

"Mm?" Lucius blinked lazily at him.

"Just...stay."

"M'kay."

Izzy got his camera and kneeled on the mattress beside him.

"Right now?" Lucius' eyes snapped open. "Wait, I can-"

"Stay," Izzy said softly. "Please. You can close your eyes if you want."

"Thought you'd want me to pose or something," Lucius watched him warily, but didn't move.

"I want this. If I ask you to pose, you'll get all stiff and weird."

"Can't even see my dick," Lucius pointed out. "With the sheet and all."

"You're cock isn't the only thing that turns me on, even if that was what this was about," Izzy said absently, adjusting a few things on the camera.

"What is it about?"

"Can't explain it. You'll see."

It was definitely the first time Izzy had taken a picture while he was naked, let alone the subject, but it was hard to be uncomfortable all things considered. He chose carefully, framed each shot, took them as if he had precious film instead of a memory card. Eventually, Lucius started to drift again, probably despite himself.

They had woken up very early, a convenience in circadian rhythms that led to a sleepy rutting. Lucius had come home in the wee hours, tumbling into bed with a grunt, so it wasn't surprising that he was ready for round two of sleep.

His hair was mussed, flattened a bit on one side. His lips were parted ever so slightly. The way his head tilted showed off the long line of his neck and the curve of one shoulder. One hand rested on the sheet as if just about to shove it down or pry it up and over. Fabric gathered by his hip, just covering his modesty by the barest amount.

The cool early light of dawn painted shadows in interesting places as it sucked away the sharpness of color. It wouldn't look quiet black and white, but nor would it give the full story of the pale pink of his lips.

His other arm was extended towards Izzy's side of the bed. The hand open as if waiting to be filled. The dark stain of his tattoo was turned up to the hungry light.

The photos are easy enough to upload and edit, but Izzy leaves it for days. He wants time, wants to sit quietly with them and be alone in case they aren't what he expected.

He's hard on his own work, but he how can he be critical and the upturn of Lucius' wrist? The light dusting of hair on his chest? The sweep of his lashes against his cheek? This was not art that Izzy had made.

Camera is just an eye, he'd told Lucius once, and I'm always looking at you.

He chose his favorite, took care to balance the tone and the color. Left just the barest hint of it behind, enough so the subject didn't look carved from marble, but warm and alive against washed out sheets.

It was a little like a sketch with a soft pink blossom of a bite mark left on the shoulder.

He printed it out and left it on Lucius' pillow on the bed for him to discover that night.

"Heya, goblin!" Lucius called as he came in the door. Izzy looked up from his book as if he could just barely pull his attention away.

"Hey, pup."

"I'm going to get changed and then we can head out," Lucius swept by him, dropping down for a kiss then made his way way to the bedroom. "We shouldn't be late."

"Mm," Izzy agreed vaguely, listening closely.

He heard the second Lucius saw the picture, the sharp inhalation. Then the bedsprings as he sat down. Izzy waited. He couldn't bear to watch in case it wasn't good.

"This?" Lucius came back in the room a few minutes later, still in the clothes he'd come in with. And holding the photo. Very gingerly.

"Yeah," Izzy tossed the book aside.

"I thought you'd want a full on pinup situation," Lucius sat down beside him. Close enough for their thighs to touch. So not mad. Not even annoyed.

"We can do that too," Izzy shrugged. "But I just wanted...guess for you to see you like I see you. Like you do for me when you sketch me. Hell, when you sketch anyone. You make people look loved."

"I do?" Lucius asked, tentative and soft.

"You do," Izzy sighed. "You know you do. Not like I came up with that. That's what that reviewer said ages ago."

"No, I know, but it's different coming from you." Lucius stared down at himself. "I don't know how I look. It's hard to see the forest from the trees."

"Show it to Pete," Izzy suggested. "See what he thinks, huh?"

He'd meant later, but Lucius took out his phone right then and took a picture of the photo, sending it on.

"It would've been easier if you just wanted dick pics," Lucius muttered.

"Those I've got," Izzy reminded him.

"But I'm not a photographer," Lucius said wryly.

His phone pinged. He glanced down and then smiled. Tilted the message to Izzy.

Pete: ❤️❤️❤️ that's my husband. Wanna put that in my wallet.

"Might not shrink down that well," Izzy said amused. (Though later, he will carefully crop the photo down to just the beseeching hand, raise the contrast so the ring will shine golden, the fingers curved as if to keep it closer. That he will send to Pete without words in the email and he will, in fact, see it later in Pete's wallet).

"Maybe I should sketch you again," Lucius set the picture down carefully on the coffee table then turning to Izzy with a crooked grin.

"Any time, pup," Izzy slid a hand around his waist. "But I get a photo for every picture now."

"Oh do you?" Lucius raised his eyebrows.

"Mm. I do. Don't I?"

Lucius studied him for a moment, then nodded, "You do."

They make quite an album together as it turned out. But not just then. They were too busy being late to Frenchie's birthday party for that.

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