#illavrin

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These are so bad I don't have my computer with me to use photoshop but I needed to get this out of my system

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C-plot

Relationships: Davrin/Illario Dellamorte Word count: 5583 (oneshot, complete) Rating: T Main tags: Canon Divergence, Grey Warden Illario, Getting Together

Excerpt and summary:

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Lucanis asks. Why don’t you try asking Caterina? When Illario tries to speak, only a groan comes out, so he puts the vitriol meant for his voice into the eyes instead, hoping it conveys. Maybe she could be the second Dellamorte who sends another one to death. Won’t we sleep better at night knowing it simply runs in the family? “I have a suggestion.” Illario twitches at the sound of a voice entirely unfamiliar. When he raises his head, he sees the heavy-armoured elf Rook and Lucanis brought along, whose name eludes him. The abundance of blue and grey and the gaudy griffon head on his shield suggest he’s another warden. Rook keeps familiar company. “I’m conscripting him into the Grey Wardens.”

Instead of being subjected to Lucanis's choice after his attempt at becoming First Talon, Illario is instead conscripted into the Grey Wardens.

My submission for @thejoiningexchange <3

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Maybe Illario needed a Rook, too. Someone to see him, for once, not just how he didn't measure up to Lucanis.

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“I hope you’re not expecting comfort for your dead friend,” he said flatly, settling down with his wine again. “It’s not exactly my specialty.” “What is?” Davrin asked. Illario paused with the bottle halfway to his mouth. “What?” He asked. “Comfort isn’t your specialty,” Davrin counted on his fingers. “Getting along with people isn’t your specialty…” he lifted his hands. “Starting to look like you don’t have much going for you.” Illario scoffed, smirking. He took a long drink from the bottle, the wine pleasantly dry. This was not a night for sweet wine. “My cousin and my grandmother would agree with you,” he finally said, wiping his mouth on his forearm, careful to miss the fabric of his sleeve. “Self-pity then,” Davrin said with his own grin, and Illario could swear it was just slightly teasing. “Am I right?”

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WIP Wednesday

Tx for the tag @epiphany-jones!

I wan to post this whole thing already but I also don't want to give anything away argh

Illario had not paid him much mind since that night in the Dales. Davrin, on the other hand, had not ceased trying to bring it up. It was annoying. Not least of all because for a moment, back in Denerim, back in the Dales, Illario had thought… I know your cousin is an asshole. Maybe you're worth more than you think. "This will go a lot easier if you just- " Davrin jumped out of the way of a cart rattling its way down the road, and Illario had to bite back a grin. "Tell me what we're doing." "Patience, Warden," he said, smugly. "You'll see soon enough." "Is this about- " Davrin started, but Illario cut him off before he could bring up that night. Again. "Is it not enough that I enjoy seeing a handsome man flustered?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows. "Illario- " "Ah, through here, I think."

gently tagging @serensama @saessenach @corvus-frugilegus @imrowanartist @seaglassmelody @rookinthecrownest @sun-marie @thewardenisonthecase @trash-nerd @thesecollidinghearts if you have anything to share, but I know people are busy so no pressure! Also if you see this and feel inspired, use me as a tag!

[rookamell]

I do sort of love the poetic irony of Davrin being absolutely disgusted that Cora would fall for Lucanis only to then turn around and fall for his cousin, a man who is arguably a worse version of him in every metric imaginable except height

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Update on my miis Illario and Davrin have spent the last three days fantasizing about wearing matching sweaters and going on dates and somehow neither of them have made a move

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Actually can someone draw me davrin/illario like this I will literally give you money