Two blades sharpened to confront the worst darkness in the world, finding purpose elsewhere.
Post-DA:tV, Davrin & Kallian, ~9:54-55.
I did it a few months ago, but finished the rendering this afternoon. Wanted to contribute to the amazing Davrook community :) Hope you'll like it.
I'll never be normal about them because of how they mirror each other's struggles. After confronting the Blight and the false Gods, they deserve to put down their blades for a while.
Kallian Tabris is my canon HoF-Rook.
Marriage is a big and scary thing for her, if you know about the city elf origin. She had like 3 panic attacks the day before but her bff (Anders, Nate, Leliana, Harding) managed to help her through it. Everybody cried, there was really good food, and Bellara and Tahlen (Kallian & Alistair's 20-21 yo son) set up some fireworks which almost caused the forest to combust. Assan helped, but how is still unclear. Long story short, they're all grounded.
Everything's fine at least. 💖
(until the next Doom Upon All The World thing but it will NOT be her problem this time.)
PART 4 OF MY : here are all my older drawings (still january for this one) of Davrin and Kali, and the more we go, the more it's steamy. (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5 (nsfw), part 6, part 7) Kali's my HoF-Rook blah-blah anyway-
I hate the background on this one but love Dav's look. They're so in love. I think that was approximately at this time i figured out Kali's facial features.
NSFW (nude hug) behind the cut.
This pose was so hard, but i had fun. Yes they made love in the forest, she had her first time in a fucking tent on the ground during the Blight, what can we expect from Kallian ??
Part 3 of my "drowning you in my older (~january) drawings of Davrin and Kallian" evening. She's my HoF-RooK. (part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5 (nsfw), part 6, part 7)
Wanted to test something warm and intimate. I love his big hands.
I'm still not finished. So. Yeah. I want to say sorry but i hope you'll like my brainrot from the beginning of the year (for my own defense : i was not back on tumblr and i was too shy to post it when i came back ok)
No it's still not over. PART 5 of my drawing spam of Davrin and Kallian's shenanigans. This one is from february and erm.
(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7)
Link to the full NSFW drawing.
(tumblr doesn't like this one lmao it wouldn't even SHOW with the mature tag on. how come the bots can do whatever they want and we cannot post drawn pictures ???? 😂)
Wrote a bit more during lunch break. Wanted to share this snippet because : oof. And I refuse to oof alone.
Context : Davrin and Kallian (HoF-Rook), post-nightmare, pré-act 3 spoilers, they're currently cuddling in a bath. Nothing explicit. It's the continuation of this wip (the second one, i mean).
"I... I don't want to depend on you. To feel good. I already saw too much people exert themselves and sacrifice their health because I... wasn't doing well."
"So, you do as if everything's fine ?"
"So, I try to deal with it alone," she corrects him, a lump in her throat. "And it works. Everything always comes to pass."
"Hm. Why do you help people, then ?"
Kallian blinks, taken aback.
"What ?"
"Why do you always help people, if everything passes ? Why did you care to come with Bel to Cyrian's funeral—or Taash to their mother's ?"
Her eyes burn. It's not fair, what he's doing to her. He even smiles, the bastard. He should be less gentle while dealing with her shit, it would be easier for her to grump and ignore him. But after everything that happened, she doesn't have the strength to fight anymore ; not with Davrin. It's a battle already lost, and it's possible she'll like losing it.
Or perhaps it will be even more painful.
"Because I love them," she simply answers, breathing hard.
The man's big hands cradle her face, and he puts his forehead against hers.
"Let me take care of you for the same reasons, if that's the case."
(what a shame if something happens to one of them)
I am especially unwell but that's okayyyy let's get back to woooork aha....
Hi !! I was tagged by @sugar-peanut-cat and @nevarrantorte 🥰
I worked on my Cullavellan longfic during the past week AND a bit on a hurt/comfort prompt with Davrin and Kallian (my HoF-Rook) ! The latter is below the cut because of heavy non graphic content.
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Please bear in mind English is not my first language ❤ Original in French below the cut for those interested ; i translated without altering the sentences so some of them may not be super natural to read.
Cullennera longfic ; news about the Lavellan clan reached Skyhold before their departure to Crestwood and Ennera is grieving. She just went out of her bedroom ; Cassandra was wainting (im)patiently in the corridor to speak to her.
Rough EN translation
“Sister Leliana informed us. As well as Master Thetras. How…”
“I’m fine,” Ennara cuts her off, her voice calm but dry. “Do not tell me you stood there the whole afternoon ?”
“That is…”
“You are not my bodyguard, and we have much work to do. I can survive one afternoon crying in my bedroom.”
The Seeker tries to open her mouth but Ennera passes her, her hand up to instruct her to not respond. She only realizes how much she was seething when she finishes delivering these words.
“Inquisitor.”
Back turned to her friend who still hasn’t moved, the Inquisitor stops mid-way in the corridor, then accepts to turn around, a lump in her throat.
“I am deeply sorry for your loss. When i lost Anthony…”
Her cracking voice echoes distinctly in the silent aisle of the Skyhold Fortress. Even Cassandra’s eyes are misted by a sorrow she contains with dignity.
“I wanted to burn the whole world and disappear under its ashes.”
“Problem is, if i lose control, it is exactly what I risk to do,” Ennera hisses in return, surlier than she desires. “Let’s move on.”
She presses her lips together in order to prevent another stinger, filled by shame. The Seeker does not seem to feel much hurt — surprise, certainly, but it does not last. Her sole response is to get closer and reach out for the little mage’s hand she then presses between her fingers. The warmth from the contact seems unbearable ; when Ennera considers evading it, Cassandra brings her hand to her lips while bowing, with a reverence so innate that it can only be familiar to her.
“Inquisitor. I once refused to be relieved of my burden, but you do not have to carry yours alone.”
Original - FR
—Soeur Léliana nous a mis au courant. Ainsi que Maître Thetras. Comment…
—Je vais bien, la coupe Ennera d’une voix calme, mais sèche. Ne me dites pas que vous êtes restée là toute l’après-midi ?
—C’est-à-dire que…
—Vous n’êtes pas mon garde du corps, et nous avons beaucoup à faire. Je devrais survivre à une après-midi à pleurer dans ma chambre.
La Chercheuse cherche à ouvrir la bouche, mais Ennera la dépasse en levant la main pour lui intimer de ne pas répondre. Ce n’est que lorsqu’elle a fini de prononcer ces mots qu’elle comprend à quel point elle bouillonne.
—Inquisitrice.
Dos à son amie qui n’a toujours pas bougé, l’Inquisitrice s’arrête à mi-chemin du couloir, puis accepte enfin de se retourner, la gorge serrée.
—Je suis navrée pour votre perte. Lorsque j’ai perdu Anthony…
Le craquement de sa voix se fait distinctement entendre dans l’aile silencieuse de Fort Céleste. Même les yeux de Cassandra brillent d’une peine qu’elle contient, digne.
—J’avais envie de brûler le monde entier et de disparaître sous ses cendres.
—Le problème, c’est que si je ne me maîtrise pas, c’est exactement ce que je risque de faire, siffle Ennera en retour, plus hargneuse qu’elle ne le désirait. Passons à autre chose.
Elle compresse ses lèvres l’une contre l’autre pour s’éviter une nouvelle réplique assassine, honteuse. La Chercheuse ne semble pas plus heurtée que cela — surprise, certainement, mais cela ne dure pas. Elle s’approche et va chercher la main de la petite mage pour la serrer entre les siennes. Le contact lui paraît insoutenable ; lorsqu’elle songe à s’y soustraire, Cassandra la porte à ses lèvres en s’inclinant, dans un geste de révérence si naturel qu’il ne peut que lui être familier.
—Inquisitrice. J’ai jadis refusé que l’on m’aide à porter mon fardeau, mais vous n’avez pas à porter le vôtre seule.
And for the Davllian hurt&comfort prompt. Kallian had a nightmare and woke up in panic next to Davrin. DA:V pré-Act 3, already established situationrelationship. This one will be shorter so, if it's not too bad, i can translate it entirely one day ! (Will probably rephrase some things tho.)
TW Heavy content ; nightmare about past abuse, non graphic.
EN - rough translation
The sensation remains stuck to her even once she has emerged. In her throat, her breath chokes itself, raspy and sharp. She feels crushed glass running underneath her skin like so many putrid insects, scratching and scratching so much she wants to rip it off. Here on her neck, impaled fangs; there on her legs, that she kicks to scare off the ghosts holding her; and-…
The tremor shakes her so violently her muscles hurt. Something moves next to her; Davrin comes to her slowly, touches her unreal hand, and then speaks. His words seem distant behind all the noise in her head and with her heart pounding in her ears. Soon, she realizes she’s at the Lighthouse. Assan, who apparently already joined them on the bed, cuddles her, pushing her enough to make her accept, without thinking much, to lean against the other warden.
The feathers against her feverish skin; Davrin’s firm hand, just laying there, below the nape of her neck, without holding her. Her sobbing breath slowly calms down, mirroring his, while she places her cheek on his warm chest. As an anchor, the thumb on her neck traces small circles there. It takes a few more minutes for her to realize he’s rocking her, right up against him, while humming quietly. The gleam of the end of the day—so slow to change in the Fade—draws some bright shapes on the monsterhunter’s face and nose, that Kallian observes from below her swollen lids and lashes saturated with tears. She suddenly dreams of soaking her numb fingers in this golden sun, to feel something more than this lingering cold. However, even the sun is cold in the Fade ; a splendid shining light that warms no soul.
“Everything’s alright.” Dav whispers, pressing his nose on her temple, his breathing warm and alive. “I’m here. Breathe.”
It’s probably not the first time he uses these very same words, tonight, but it’s only now she manages to understand their meaning. There is no human-faced demon lurking in the lit room; only sculptures and bones maybe a tad seedy, but it will do her no harm. Assan, against her side. Davrin, close to her. Kallian finally feels able to nod.
Original - FR
La sensation reste collée à elle même une fois qu’elle a émergé. Dans sa gorge, son souffle s’étrangle lui-même, râpeux et tranchant. Elle sent le verre pilé qui court sous sa peau comme autant d’insectes nauséabonds, qui grattent et grattent jusqu’à lui donner envie de l’arracher. Là sur son cou, des crocs plantés ; ici sur ses jambes, qu’elle secoue pour faire fuir les fantômes qui la retiennent ; et-…
Les tremblements qui la secouent sont si violents que ses muscles lui font mal. À côté, on bouge ; Davrin se rapproche lentement, touche sa main irréelle, et il parle. Ses mots semblent lointains derrière le brouhaha dans sa tête et son coeur qui tambourine à ses oreilles. Bientôt, elle comprend qu’elle est au Phare. Assan, qui les avait visiblement déjà rejoints sur le lit, se blottit contre elle en la poussant suffisamment pour qu’elle accepte, sans trop réfléchir, de s’appuyer sur l’autre garde.
Les plumes contre sa peau fiévreuse et la main ferme de Davrin, juste posée là, en-dessous de sa nuque, sans la tenir ; sa respiration hoquetante se calme lentement, se calquant sur la sienne, alors qu’elle pose sa joue contre sa poitrine chaude. Comme une ancre, le pouce sur sa nuque y trace de petits cercles. Il lui faut plusieurs minutes supplémentaires pour remarquer qu’il la berce, tout contre lui, en chantonnant à voix basse. La lueur de fin du jour — si lente à évoluer, dans l’Immatériel — découpe des formes lumineuses sur le visage et le nez du chasseur de monstres, que Kallian observe derrière ses paupières gonflées et ses cils gorgés de larmes. Elle rêve soudain de pouvoir tremper ses doigts gourds dans ce soleil doré. Mais dans l’Immatériel, même le soleil est froid ; une lumière splendide qui éclaire, mais qui ne réchauffe pas une âme.
—Tout va bien, chuchote Dav en appuyant son nez contre sa tempe, le souffle chaud et vivant. Je suis là. Respire.
Ce n’est sûrement pas la première fois qu’il prononce ces mots, ce soir, mais ce n’est que maintenant qu’elle parvient à les comprendre. Il n’y a pas de démon à visage humain tapi dans la pièce éclairée ; seulement des sculptures et des ossements un peu glauques, mais qui ne lui feront pas de mal. Assan, contre son flanc. Davrin, tout contre elle. Kallian se sent enfin en mesure d’acquiescer.
And part 7 (and last !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) of my evening Davllian spam. (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 (nsfw), part 6)
I loved this one (late february) but Davrin has an awkward face so i was a bit shy to post it, maybe i'll redraw it one day if i have the courage. I love their lovely relationship, how they tease each other.
I hope you enjoyed these ones as much as i did ! Something sweet and silly to conclude.
