Captured by the Venatori, Rook sends out an urgent warning to his allies.
Radek was used to the dark—after all, he did his best work in the shadows. However, locked away in a pitch black warehouse owned by Venatori cultists, it now took on an oppressive silence that he could already sense was chipping away at his sanity. Minrathous’s usual downpour left the warehouse air heavy, humid. His filthy, bloodstained shirt stuck to skin and agitated old scars. His Venatori captors had left him alone in the darkness some time ago; they’d certainly roughed him up well enough that a single chain was sufficient to keep him in place.
The only good thing about the Venatori is that their arrogance overwhelms any sense they might have. It never took much goading to get them to monologue at length about their master plans, for they needed so badly to prove they were the cleverest in the room. Radek had been willing to endure their gloating about molding him into Elgar’nan’s perfect disciple if it meant hearing their next plan of attack against his allies.
An ambush—first they’d lure away the Shadows’ Warden allies in the catacombs, then they’d lie in wait for the rescue party Ashur and Tarquin were coordinating for their latest mission.
Radek had felt his stomach drop; he knew with how thinly spread the Shadows were at the moment, they’d be outnumbered. And without backup—
They didn’t have a moth’s chance in the Black City unless someone warned them.
He’d spent more effort and energy than he had fumbling about in the dark for something—anything—that might aid him in breaking out. His hands could only find dirt and empty air, and the more he struggled, the more panicked he became.
He couldn’t let them down—not again. He couldn’t—
A faint, mechanical clicking broke the silence and cut through the unending spiral of his thoughts. Then, a spark, and the fizzling sound of a wick flaring to life. He blinked, all but flinching as the glow of a flickering candle filled his vision. It took a moment for his sight to adjust, but there was no mistaking the haloed silhouette of a Candlehop swaying in place.
With a sob of relief, Radek struggled upright, dragging himself as close to the little Candlehop as the chain would allow.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he whispered. “How’d you get in here?”
The Candlehop’s movements appeared jerky now, as though nervously shuffling its feet. A scrap of paper fluttered to the ground from its hooked hands. Radek squinted, barely able to make out the words in ink:
Hello Rook.
Found us, now we find you.
Promised we’d help.
Radek nodded. “I need you to deliver a message for me,” he told the little puppet. “Can you do that?”
With a light clatter, the Candlehop dropped a stick of charcoal next to the scrap of paper. Convenient. Radek wondered where the little thing kept its writing tools.
It took some effort to turn over the paper and write a message with his hands chained together. The results were messy and smudged, but he managed to record enough details of the planned Venatori ambush to be of use to the Shadows, along with a message urging them to contact his crew for backup.
Handing charcoal and paper back to the Candlehop, he whispered, “Take this to The Viper. He’ll know what to do with it.”
The Candlehop ticked in agitation.
“No, don’t send anyone after me unless they have people to spare,” Radek urged it. “Fighting off the Venatori is our priority.”
Another tick. To Radek’s ears, it almost sounded disapproving. Like a disappointed parent clicking their tongue.
“Look, I’m not going anywhere, but the Shadows don’t have much time,” he insisted. “If I don’t figure a way out myself, then I can wait.”
Or take the whole warehouse down with him. But the Candlehop didn’t need to know that.
The Candlehop fell silent, its little gears no longer whirring. Then, the candle went out, leaving Radek in darkness once more. He thought for a few minutes that he was finally alone, only for the light to return. The Candlehop ticked, then deposited a familiar set of lock picks beside him. It then vanished into the shadows as quickly as it had returned.
Radek shook his head, managing a weak chuckle. “Fair compromise, you clever little thing,” he whispered into the darkness.
—
Without the light of the Candlehop, the going was painfully slow. Under the best of circumstances, he could certainly pick a lock with his eyes closed. However, injury and dehydration had taken enough of a toll, leaving him fumbling and starting over repeatedly.
He lost track of the passage of time; how many hours had he spent working at the same lock? How many times had he dropped his lockpicking tools, cursed, and had to stop to retrieve them? He hated to think how long it took before he could finally pry open one of the manacles and free one hand.
His efforts in the end might just be futile, but he was too damn stubborn to give up. It wasn’t hope, exactly—Radek learned early on never to rely on hope. He just didn’t want to take his fate lying down.
After who knows how long, the muffled sounds of blades clashing reached his ears, as if separated from him by layers of glass. The sounds almost didn’t seem real, until the loud splintering of wood. Light flooded the room through the opening of the now shattered door.
“Rook!”
Radek felt fear grip his heart as Neve and Davrin ran over to him. Where was everyone else? Were they too late?
“Didn’t you get my message? The Shadows—”
“—are fine,” Neve said firmly. “Ashur got your warning in time. The Wardens pretended to take the bait, and now Lace is leading a counter ambush as we speak.”
Radek nearly shook with relief. “Oh thank fuck—”
“Rook, don’t move—”
Radek felt the temperature drop as Neve encased the length of chain in ice for Davrin to shatter with his shield. Then, strong arms scooped him up into a tight embrace. He could almost weep from how gently Davrin’s callused hand stroked his hair.
“Rads, you fucking dumbass,” Davrin said. His voice wavered, nearly catching in his throat. Radek had never heard him sound so terrified. So small. “Don’t ever disappear on us like that again…”
“Can’t promise anything,” Radek muttered, face contentedly nestled against Davrin’s shoulder. “But I’ll be more careful.”
His body ached all over, his limbs weak from exhaustion. But he’d made it out, and he was once again among friends. As Neve and Davrin carried him out of the warehouse and into the light of day, he realized that he’d come to rely on his companions as much as they relied on him. And perhaps, at least for now, that could be hope enough for him.
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Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Davrin/Rook (Dragon Age), Lucanis Dellamorte/Original Female Character(s), Lace Harding/Taash, Neve Gallus/Bellara Lutare, Rook & Varric Tethras, past Illario Dellamorte/Rook - Relationship, Dragon Age: The Veilguard Companions & Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Rook (Dragon Age), Davrin (Dragon Age), Lucanis Dellamorte, Neve Gallus, Bellara Lutare, Emmrich Volkarin, Taash (Dragon Age), Lace Harding, Various Dragon Age Characters, Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age), Tarquin (Dragon Age), Ashur | The Viper, Charon Mercar, Viago de Riva, Andarateia Cantori, Illario Dellamorte, Isabela (Dragon Age), Strife (Dragon Age), Irelin (Dragon Age), Antoine (Dragon Age), Evka Ivo, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Compliant/Adjacent, Follows Dragon Age: The Veilguard Events, but with some twists and changes, Canon-Typical Violence, Pre-Dragon Age: The Veilguard, Shadow Dragon Rook (Dragon Age), Trans Male Rook (Dragon Age), Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
or alternatively known as “the life and times of one chaos gremlin and Shadow Dragon, Lennox "Rook” Mercar"
What begins as a quest for Solas soon unravels into a grand adventure of saving the whole world. And while this may not be what Lennox signed up for, someone has to do something, right? Thankfully, he won’t do it alone. Assembling the Veilguard (along with old allies and new), Lennox and company strive to defeat the gods, battle ghosts of the past (including his own), travel all across Thedas and yes, even find love in the most unlikeliest of places.
Thank you @fadetouchedlurker !!! i offer two lines because i think they both need each other for context. and moral support
suggestive. out of an abundance of caution
The bedding so soft on the skin, and feeling it give way to their weight is enough sensory satisfaction to bring Tofana back to themself, back to the beautiful man watching their approach like a disciple at an altar lit up in colours of ardour and disbelief. Everything between them, all of the here and now becomes this is what you made of me because devotion makes deities and if Davrin is theirs and they are his then who would begrudge a god a little self-indulgence?
Lightest tags in all the realms @juniper-and-dragonthorn @mageofquandrix @biowaredisasterbisexual @handsignals @xkatchy @kai-dimir
And anybody who would like to join in!! (Yes, even you! Especially you!)
We are only a month away, and we sincerely hope you are as excited as we are(: We (the mods) are hard at work and, well, we'd like your help!
if you'd like to see your davrook pairing (romantic or otherwise!) featured on the blog during the week, please submit your favorite screenshots* of your rook + Davrin via our ask box!
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Thank you @fadetouchedlurker for the tag! You got me at just the right moment, too!
The sun loves him almost as much as they do—it pours itself over the contours of his body like a lingering touch making overtures of gold into his umber skin. And Davrin just... turns and smiles at them, something cheeky and boyish and charming and ordinary, as if he doesn't know he has the sky itself in the palm of his hand.
OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE WHO'D LIKE TO JUMP IN AND YES I DO MEAN YOU
@mushrooms-x-moss for the ship name from my boxing AU
+ Kudos to @/otherpigeon for the template!
Zea Thorne and Davrin
More yappin.
I know in game Davrin seems either the same height or taller than Zea but no. I want him slightly shorter than her.
I think I read somewhere that Davrin was in his early 30s, so he and Zea are around the same age.
Even in the Au Zea isn't jealous presa... just very territorial. Though she's more likely to physically put herself in the way of someone trying to get Davrin's attention. Davrin is jealous and isn't shy about showing it either. Especially when her ex shows his face.
Neither of them had any plans to date, They both ended things with their respective partners around the same time. They didn't meet until a year later and Davrin pursued her.
Zea is a gift giver and loves spending time with her partners. The touching is still not her thing but Davrin loves touch and she's adjusting. With them both being fighters (Davrin was before he got hurt) spending time together is very important.
They are both bed hogs and though they each have their own blanket, one of them(Mainly Davrin) will wake up blanketless.
Both willing to start a fight and Davrin will definitely get embarrassed if Zea surprised him with a gift.