#davllian

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.

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 ??

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.

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