╰┈ rook

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊  [ … ] 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚? 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 .

[grtivas]

#𝙶𝚁𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚂   is  an  indie  roleplay  blog for  grier ׂ⋆⭒˚.⋆ ‘ rook de riva , antivan crow & leader of the veilguard . mun is 25+ and penned by d . travelling thedas with @crowmorte , @hallamshivanas , @5thtalon & @7thtalon . ╰┈➤ carrd. headcanons. study. visage.

[grtivas]

watching s1 of severance and all i see in this guy is emmrich

[sansastarkt]

“aut viam inveniam aut faciam.”

— i will either find a way, or i will make one;   (via princejackdaw)

[derivagifs]

lucanis dellamorte gifs ⟶ 1/?

[cantoried]

𖦹 #CANTORIED — an independent, selective original Antivan Crow, Dayanara "Daya" Cantori, for Dragon Age, written by Floral (she/they, 25+). Extremely headcanon-based and canon divergent. MDNI. Activity depends on muse. [ bio. ]

sideblog to @virdirthcra

[grtivas]

i have so many thoughts about rook being missing for weeks and i need to explore them all. i need post-fade threads and asks sent to me so bad. like what was everyone's thought process at realising rook had just vanished?? lucanis thought he'd never see rook again. how would everyone interact with each other while grier is gone. imagine you pull them out of the fade and they're just a distraught mess when they've always seemed to have it together and it's because they found out the truth...... god. i need to know how your muses would approach rook after it all.......

[derivagifs]

rook de riva gifs ⟶ 5/?

[crowmorte]

Breathed laughter, more amused sound than chuckle, meets Rook's reassurance. It lingers in a soft smile, one that is for them alone; so much is for them alone. The entirety of him, perhaps. ❝ My affection and my heart are all yours. ❞

Gentle as the bliss of the moment is, it almost overwhelms, as if his body could not contain a feeling as monumental as the love he felt. Every warning and lesson cautioning against it could not make Lucanis give this up; it is worth the risk, worth any risk, to have them in his arms like this, as entwined as they could be, unwilling to part.

He had often wondered about it, love — and thought it beyond reach, a thing for the fiction he enjoyed reading with little place in his reality. The assassin knows it is extraordinary luck, to be proven so wrong. Would that he had not been so resistant ( so afraid ) that they may have enjoyed this sooner.

The rumble of contentment in the back of his mind ( Spite ) is both pleased with himself for the acknowledgment he had been right, they ought to have acted sooner, and content to enjoy what he feels through Lucanis. It is difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins, especially in moments like this — heart as one. It cannot disturb the peace the assassin feels.

This, more proper laughter, that follows Rook's words, shakes them gently. The sentiment is shared; there is precious little that would make him move from where he is, now. ❝ No plans that cannot be canceled, ❞ is the truthful answer — between the two of them, hardly a day went by with nothing to do. But some demands were more urgent than others and, for once, he knows they can get away without concern.

His thumb caresses the back of Rook's hand, interwoven with his. The other hand comes to play with silver locks, every motion filled with tenderness. ❝ I had no diligent plans for a romantic outing, ❞ he confesses, thinking that maybe he should have. An idea for the future; there's no remedying it immediately. Well, not exactly, but... ❝ Though I am certain an improvised romantic outing could be arranged. ❞

❝ There is a beautiful beach not far from the city — less than an hour's ride. I could prepare everything for an outing there, maybe in time to enjoy lunch outdoors. After I bring you breakfast in bed. ❞ Lucanis could ask the servants to do it, but it is not the same; doing it himself, for them, will always be more satisfying.

❝ Or we could stay here all day, ❞ Such indulgence from the First Talon; yet even as the diligence trained in him strains against the thought, he knows full well he is not the first or last Talon to give in to indulgence now and then. His turn to take their entwined hands to his lips, a kiss pressed to each of Rook's knuckles. It is in their hands; he is always content to follow. ❝ In bed, or enjoying the villa's hot springs, or anything else you want. Either way, you will have me until you tire of my company. ❞

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"such  special  treatment,"  rook  chuckles,  their  grin  wide  as  they  look  up  at  him. there's plenty they refer to, plenty of affection and special treatment they thought they'd die before seeing. the look on their face softens—eyes turning pleading—as they watch lucanis kiss each of their knuckles gently, content in the knowledge that no other lips would ever touch their skin so long as lucanis exists.

rook  hums  in  thought  as  they think over their options,  fingers  stretching  across  his  chest  as  he  does  so.  with  the  feel  of  his  skin  under  their  fingers,  it's  a  reminder  that  he's  really  here—that  this,  after  everything,  is  real.  it's  not  a  dream  that  will  one  day  be  stolen  away  only  to  leave  grier  longing  for  something  they  can't  have,  not  yet,  not  ever  if  they  can  help  it. rook and lucanis defeated gods, after all; there's no separating them now.

a  kiss  is  pressed  to  his  shoulder, jaw,  then  his  chin,  and  then  rook  leans  up  to  press  a  soft  kiss  to  his  lips.  they  can't  help  it—their  love  for  him  has  to  be  expressed  somehow.  add  another  one  for  good  measure,  lips  soft  against  his,  and  rook  comes  away  from  the  last  kiss  smiling.

"how  does  this  sound?"  they  ask,  relaxing  back  into  his  arms  again.  rook  looks  up  at  him  with  their  big  blue  eyes  and  their  head  nestled  into  the  crook  of  his  arm,  perfectly  content  to  stay  there  forever  if  they  could.  "breakfast  in  bed,  a  dip  in  the  hot  springs," something which has become a quick favourite of theirs,  "and  then  that  ride  to  the  beach after.  but  first  ..."

more  time  in  bed with you.  the  assassin  rolls  onto  lucanis  only  to  wrap  both  their  arms  around  his  torso  tight,  then  rest  their  head  against  his  chest as  a  sigh  sounds  from  their  lips. "ugh.  i  think  you  make  me  get  cuteness  aggression,  you  know—on  account  of  how  much  i  love  you." it's almost uncontainable, inconceivable, how loving lucanis makes grier feel. they hardly know what to do with all of it besides reach out to touch him, besides spending every waking minute thinking of him or yearning for him, besides reaffirming just how much he means so much that their heart aches with love, besides buying him gift upon gift upon gift—

[grtivas]

“ It would appear you and Lucanis are getting along rather well. “ sips his tea after making his passive statement. did he know? and would he make it obvious to rook? only their exchange would make such apparent.

rook  spares  emmrich  a  glance  over  the  rim  of  their  coffee  cup,  taking  a  slow  sip  as  if  mulling  over  his  words.  the  way  he  phrases  his  question  picks  at  their  instincts.  does  he  suspect  what  rook  knows  to be  true?  the  truth  sits  just  beneath  their  ribs,  an  aching  tug  towards  lucanis  which  presses  insistently  against  bone—but  rook  has  spent  their  life  keeping  sharp  things  concealed.

lowering  their  cup  with  an  easy  tilt  of  their  wrist,  they  exhale  a  soft  hum.

"we  have  a  few  things  in  common,"  they  allow,  voice  smooth,  casual,  and  positive,  "and  it's  good  to  have  another  crow  around."  their  lips  curl  faintly,  just  slightly,  in  emmrich's  direction.  still,  it's  very  little  explanation  from  one  so  keen  on  keeping  lucanis  with  them  on  missions.

for  all  their  excuses,  however,  rook  isn't  sure  emmrich  will  buy  any  of  it  easily.  simply put, rook thinks he might be a little too smart for that. has  he  already  seen  through  them?  or  is  this  merely  emmrich’s  way  of  prodding  for  information,  seeing  what  they  might  give  away?

“besides,”  rook  offers  after  a  short  pause, a small attempt to change the subject,  “anyone  who  cooks  that  well  is  in  my  good  books  automatically   ...   unless  they've  venatori.”

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that taash genuinely thinks lucanis is so fucking cool (despite the fact that they like. know him personally and are aware that he sleeps in the pantry among the onions and the turnips lmao) is so adorable and so hilarious

[crows-of-buckets]

Varric said that the antaam outnumbered rook "twenty to one" which is. Insanely impressive and had to have required some quick thinking yeah? Viago had to be at least a little bit proud. Mostly annoyed at them for fucking up an operation but there probably a tiny part of him that can't help but feel prideful because that is insanely impressive no matter how you throw it

[vorashvan]

Bellara laughs nervously while hovering in the background. "Um, Rook, that's—thank you, but I think I'll be fine—"

[grtivas]

rook shrugs. "okay, but the offer's there—" and they mean it. really.

[grtivas]

"it's  important  to  me  that  everyone  knows  that  if  anyone  ever harms  a  hair  on  bellara's  head,  i'll  kill  that  person  for  free."

[d3riva]

i want to say rook's banned from the kitchen now, but it's more likely that lucanis would lovingly explain where they went wrong and how to avoid setting things on fire next time (because it's lucanis)

[crowmorte]

@grtivas from here.

rook  hums  in  content  at  the  vague  feeling  of  lips  against  their  skin,  too  deep  in  sleep  to  understand  it  fully  at  first.  slowly,  they  come  to,  their  head  shifting  against  lucanis'  body  as  they  recognize  a  morning  greeting  they're  familiar  with  by  now.  the  corner  of  rook's  mouth  curves  upwards  softly,  their  eyes  fluttering between open and closed as they try to will away sleep. waking up like this, skin against skin with the man they love, they've never felt more at peace. "morning,"  they  murmur,  the  grogginess  of  sleep  tugging  at  the  edges  of  their  words.  the  warmth  of  lucanis'  embrace  envelops  them,  and the  weight  of  his  arm  around  her  body  offers  rook  a  sense  of  safety  they  have  been  rarely—up until now—been  fortunate  enough  to  feel. rook  shifts  slightly  as  they  look  up  at  him,  smiling  gently. "miss  me that much?"  they  tease,  voice  still  thick  with  sleep. still, rook can't resist from pressing a kiss of their own to lucanis' chest, then his jaw, all before a hum slips from their lips and they settle back down against him.

Lucanis almost regrets disturbing their rest as Rook fleets between wakefulness and sleep, ever so slowly being drawn to consciousness by his touch. The shadow of a smile, even before they are awake, brings to his lips a smile of his own, banishing the would-be regret with the warm contentment that fills his chest at the sight.

❝ Morning, ❞ he answers, voice slightly deeper after a night's rest, adjusting his hold of them as they shift to look at him. Lucanis' smile is as soft as his gaze, warm brown eyes reflecting his heart as they look at the one who has complete hold of it. There is not a day he is not thankful for waking up like this, surrounded by Rook's sweet scent and pressed against their soft warmth. The mere thought of such vulnerability would have scared him once; no more. He entrusts to them all that he is; he rejoices in having all of them in return.

❝ Always, ❞ is the sincere reply to their teasing, too overflowing with love to be teasing in return. A contented sigh escapes him at the returned kisses; arms holding Rook closer as they settle again, the gentlest press of his lips at the top of their head.

His hand resumes the light caress upon Rook's back, unable to resist the urge to make his devotion felt. ❝ You must forgive me for waking you up, ❞ Barely an apology, truth be told; the hint of humor in his words does not make it more earnest — yet neither does it diminish the truth of what Lucanis says next. ❝ I was overcome with love for you, and had no choice but make it known."

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rook  hums  in content once  more,  curling  closer  into  lucanis  at  the  relaxing feeling  of  his  fingers  caressing  their  back.  a  sigh  slips  from  their  lips,  nothing  at  all  foul  within  it.  with  their  head  rested  on  lucanis’  shoulder,  they  tilt  their  head  up  to  look  at  him  with  a  smile.

“morning—and  never  apologise  for  that,”  rook  replies  softly,  evidence  of  their  slumber  still  heard  in  their  voice.  “i  always  want  to  be  the  receiver  of  your  affection.  no  matter  the  time  of  day.”  or  night.

rook  reaches  for  his  free  hand,  their  fingers  intertwining  with  his  own  before  they  bring  his  hand  to  their  lips  to  place  a  gentle  kiss  to  the  back  of  it.  rook  lowers  their  hands  but  keeps  them  intertwined,  wanting  desperately  to  be  wrapped in him  as much as  possible, no matter how small the action.  even  now,  lying  like  this,  they're  amazed  lucanis  unlocked  a  gentle  side  of  them  they  weren’t  sure  existed.  they're  not  sure  they've  ever  felt  this  at  peace.

“tell  me  we  don’t  have  to  go  anywhere  today  unless  it’s  some  romantic  outing  you've  diligently  planned,”  rook  softly  sighs.  “i  could  stay  here  with  you  all  day.”

rook,  of  course,  means  that.  crow  training  might  not  encourage  relationships—attachments—but  the  two  of  them  aren’t  going  to  give  each  other  up  now  that  they’ve  found  one  another.  if  anything,  it’s  time  for  them  both  to  make  up  for  lost  time. that's how rook's been thinking, anyway—and lucanis is one thing they're more than happy to indulge in.

[grtivas]

rook feels the most commander shepard out of all the dragon age protags to me (and maybe that's why i love my rook so much)

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sorry i haven't been here much, i'm a little low on motivation for writing still. i aim to be here to get to replies later today or tomorrow :')