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Drevan is in so much pain sometimes that he wants to scream, but he keeps his composure because he doesn't want to worry his children.
He's supposed to be strong, and worries that seeing him in pain will shake their faith in him to protect them.
Sometimes Drevan walks with a cane because he feels too exhausted to walk properly.
Drevan doesn't flirt because he likes you.
He flirts because he doesn't like you. If he's openly flirting with you and being passive aggressive then you have done SOMETHING to get under his skin.
But fortunately he is a forgiving man and will likely forgive you if you ask.
Drevan
The Inevitable. The Relentless.
Drevan is the God of Death. His existence allows death to happen. He knows when death is near for everyone who lives on the planet. He believes that all things must come to an end, so that new beginnings can be made. He believes immortality is a lonely curse rather than a blessing.
Drevan lurks in the depths of a volcanic cavern with his kairins, his children. He only ever leaves if he senses an imbalance. Most of the time, he stays in his citadel, desperately trying to recover from an old injury that has left him severely crippled in power.
In the battle that shattered the world, a brutal blow was dealt to him by Rimi. This wound, a blade through the left eye, began to fester and rot as he tried to heal it. This disease continues to sap his power away, leaving him weak and exhausted. Nothing seems to cure his ailment, and he worries that his time is short.
Drevan can take many forms, but his most common is a man seemingly made of molten rock. His skin is rough, and bright orange energy glows between the crevices of his rocky form. Rough as he seems, his figure is borderline scrawny. He has black hair that is often tied behind him, and two jagged black horns. His eyes are amber, his injured one covered in a black cloth that wraps around his head. Two long ears are what often let people read his emotions. Drevan always wears a heavy black cloak. His face is always covered by a hood.
Drevan isn't truly made of molten rock. The orange energy coarsing through him is his soul. Normally, this wouldn't be visible. The wound in his eye has left him in a state of decay as it saps his life away.
He has only tailored his body to look like his surroundings. He keeps it all hidden in his cloak, underneath which he wears plated pants and a leather belt. He remains unarmored on top, simply because he cant carry the weight anymore.
Despite being so weak, he will still walk head first into danger when needed. He helped create this planet, and will always rise to protect it.
Personality wise, he is usually kind, gentle, and a little dense. He tries to have a positive outlook on life, even with his bleak situation. Lacking the strength he used to have, he has grown to be cunning and quick. He Is witty and sarcastic, but not unbearably so. His jests are always in good nature.
He is incredibly soft hearted when it comes to his children. The kairins were his first creations, and he holds them very dear to his heart. He would die for them without hesitation.
This is the same sentiment that led him to fight the battle against Rimi that shattered the world. He and Rimi have a long history together, and this battle was their climax. Once lovers, the two now would rather see each other subdued.
Drevan hasn't felt affection in ages, and is so starved of it that he doesn't know how to react to it anymore.
the screw job | dren knows gambling!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A second chapter for the Post Screw Job Drevan fix it fic. Now with added Dren! Happy reading, critters.
what if I ended up writing a Devan/Dren fix-it fic tho
I mean just. what if.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Spoilers for TONIGHT’S episode of Critical Role aka Liam O’Brien’s 2nd one shot aka The Screw Job. Seriously guys, spoilers. That being said, this is a Devan/Dren fic. Set post the events of the episode.
Edit: Now titled Debts (it fits better)
