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@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.
watching s1 of severance and all i see in this guy is emmrich
“aut viam inveniam aut faciam.”
— i will either find a way, or i will make one; (via princejackdaw)
lucanis dellamorte gifs ⟶ 1/?
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
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.......
rook de riva gifs ⟶ 5/?
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. ❞
"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—
“ 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.”
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
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
Bellara laughs nervously while hovering in the background. "Um, Rook, that's—thank you, but I think I'll be fine—"
rook shrugs. "okay, but the offer's there—" and they mean it. really.
"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."
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)
@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."
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.
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)
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 :')
