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Been noodling on some possible linguistic cultural artifacts of the Antivan Crows in support of the worldbuilding in Purple Haze/ Back When You Were Mine.

Will add more and update as I think of them/ improve (?) them. (The beatings will continue until the idioms improve.)

(Accepting suggestions/ open to feedback - there’s nothing I like better than a brainstorming sesh; let’s workshop this bitch 😈.)

On specific Houses:

Dellamorte 🐦‍⬛👑

A Dellamorte never kneels (which, I just have to say - “No one from House Dellamorte kneels” is a horrible, clunky phrase and I hates it, precious. It’s possible my primary motivation for writing Dragon Age fic is to fix this very specific pet peeve…)

To love a Dellamorte is to dance with Death herself

De Riva 🐦‍⬛🦐

A de Riva delights in deceit

OR, a de Riva delights in deceiving a Dellamorte

Common phrases/ idioms:

Fate offers the moment, but preparation sharpens the blade

It’s a curse to love a Crow, but a death sentence to love a Dellamorte

Keep your family close / Only family is safe

Actual Canon phrases (for reference):

A Crow’s heart beats only for Antiva

A Crow never abandons a contract

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A Word with Friends

Avarice - excessive or insatiable desire for wealth or gain : greediness, cupidity

Hosted by @hedwigoprah

Thank you @woundedsoul12 and @chaosherald for the tag ins 💕 and if I find the original post that got me thinking about how Rook can’t identify the scent in the Crossroads, I will tag them in, too.

Inspired by the Scent of Home banter in game, this is a Rook who grew up with Lucanis in Treviso and has been pining since day one. She’s certain that her feelings are unrequited - these two have spent the last 15 years estranged - and so what she smells at Elvhenan’s Haven in the Crossroads doesn’t give her the same warm and fuzzies as the rest of the squad.

The scene (and the sentiment) fits within my Purple Haze (Rookanis) slow burn, immediately after You tell yourself it’s raining … 😉

Cupidity

The rest are in full agreement: the bewitching aroma of Elvhenan’s Haven evokes for each of them the feeling of home — but Rook (privately) disagrees.

To Rook, the effusive, heady scent that bulldozes her is instead the scent of her own avarice.

Because Emmrich and Davrin and Lucanis all smell the incense of their youths — the camphor and the campfire and the coffee (respectively) of their best-loved places. And Harding smells her mother’s love, and Neve the city she mothers, washed clean.

But Rook?

Rook smells the dust of the long-forgotten attic; she smells old books and polished marble and crisp, moon-heavy Trevisan midnights. She smells cioccolata and coffee, vetiver and cedar, leather and steel and the ozone tang of the lightning strike.

And these are not the smells of Villa de Riva.

No. These are all Lucanis.

And so, she pretends to the others that she can’t-quite-place the scent that has her yearning, that wields her shame; she worries her flush deepens every time she smells it.

Because what is greed? — what is cupidity? — if not the selfish act of making a home where one is unwanted, where one doesn’t belong.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite Characters: Rook (Dragon Age), Neve Gallus, Andarateia Cantori, Viago de Riva, Caterina Dellamorte, Illario Dellamorte, Lucanis Dellamorte, Spite (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Antivan Crow Rook (Dragon Age), Viago de Riva and Rook are Siblings, Dark Antivan Crows (Dragon Age), The Ossuary (Dragon Age), The Cantori Diamond (Dragon Age), Rook is Down Bad (Dragon Age), Lucanis Dellamorte is Down Bad, Mutual Pining, Second Chances Series: Part 2 of Purple Haze Summary:

Our fated-lovers await us upon the precipice of their reunion, the eve of their second-chance.

(The Purple Haze adult arc begins.)