Tysm for the ask! I am going to apologize now, because it got angsty, and kind of long-ish. Also not verbatim, but inspired by the prompt 🤗

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door.

(Bonus: Screen redraw)

Lyvius didn’t know what to do anymore. It had been a few days now and his eyes were red and swollen. He had prayed to the Maker he didn’t believe in, and the Creators he was certain didn’t exist. His hands still shook when the anger and grief hit him like the tide crashing on off shore rocks. He almost didn’t care if, right at that moment Southern Thedas was swallowed whole by the blight, and dragged down to the Deeproads.

It felt like it was yesterday that Rhys was crying into his shoulder. Oh how he had wanted to tell his son that he didn’t need to keep going. But he couldn’t. The state of the South might as well have been his fault. And how could he have doubted his son? He truly believed that if anyone could have stopped Solas it was Rhys and his friends.

And now…Rhys was just… gone. Lost in the Fade. Did Dorian even know? All the awakened wild magic in the North had disrupted the sending crystal's energy, so he hadn’t been able to communicate at all with his husband. Lyvius knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help think that those friends of his—that partner—failed him. The letter written by that crow, now crinkled and stained with tears, was still on the bedside table. There he was at Skyhold, laid on his side, on top of the sheets, staring at it. Like he’d done any better to protect Rhys.

A knock on the door down the stairs startled him from his thoughts. He tried to ignore it at first. Whatever the problem was, he didn't care. The visitor, however, wasn’t deterred by Lyvius’ silence. They knocked calm and consistent every few moments. As much as he should have wanted the distraction he groaned, as he threw on a shirt and dried his eyes on the fabric, before dragging his feet down to the door. 

“I thought I had said, do not disturb me unless the sky itself ripped open again!”

The knocking had stopped when Lyvius reached the heavy wooden door. He thought maybe whoever was there had left after hearing Lyvius’ cracked voice. He didn’t want to check to see if that was true, there were only two people in the world he wanted to see right now, so he turned to head back up.  The thump of a single fist against the wood made him freeze, and his throat tightened as he heard the voice from the other side.

“Amatus…”

“How—“ Lyvius croaked out, too stunned to move. This had to be it, he’d finally gone mad— or attracted a demon.

“Lyvius, my love please, open the door.”

Even if it was a demon, in that moment Lyvius didn’t need anything more to break him. Tears welled in his eyes at the sight of Dorian’s face. He didn’t need to ask to know why he was here. The man’s deep brown eyes were sunken and solemn. Lyvius didn’t hold his tears in as Dorian’s warmth engulfed him. His hands grasping the fabric of the mage’s robes as if he’d disappear before his eyes if he let go.

“Dorian— Rhys… h-he’s—“

Sorry this got long, but tysm for the ask! 🩷

6. What is their favorite thing to do together? Do they share any hobbies? Does your Rook teach their partner their own hobbies? Does the partner teach Rook theirs?

Does literally anything count as an answer? Seriously though it is a little different for each

When he spends alone time with Lucanis it is usually in the middle of the night as they both sleep very little. Keeping each’s company and sharing their experiences within the Crows is what started and solidified their bond. — Aside from his sweet tooth. Azlo had never really cared about food. If it kept him going it was good enough, but he does find himself enjoying it when Lucanis cooks for him.

He loves the trips to Arlathan with Davrin. And although Davrin isn’t the most intune with his heritage, Azlo likes to hear the many stories from when the man was growing up. The experiences are so different from what he’s known his whole life, it’s thrilling for him.

Davrin enjoys the way that Azlo talks about magic and the Fade. The way he describes it is much more simplistic than when Emmrich tries to bring it up, he can almost begin to understand it. As well the Crow’s knowledge of poisons is impressive and the things he’s learned will be helpful in future battles with various monsters.

Lucanis loves cooking for Azlo especially since the elf is about as good a cook as Harding, and that scared him. Their experience as Crows is so very different, by similar it’s very entertaining for both of them and Spite to share and tell stories of their best and worst contracts.

8. What does their ideal date look like? Do they go on much?

For Azlo the best kind of date is somewhere with few people and no expectations. He’s so used to “dating” as having to read the other person and give them what they want. To get to be himself and relax and just spend genuine time with someone else is perfect. —I don’t think most of his dates are necessarily planned as dates, so it’s hard to quantify, but he likes spending time with his partners as often as possible.

Rhys and Lucanis have date nights at least once a week. Rhys usually heads to Treviso for some Antivan tea he’s grown fond of from Cafe Pietra. Also to get a break from his parents, mostly Lyvius. Sometimes Lucanis does visit Rhys’ home to continue trying to earn the former Inquisitor’s trust.

(There’s no real problem. It really isn’t about trust. Lyvius is just that overprotective parent that will always give his child’s partner a hard time.)

14. Does your Rook get their partner any other gifts (besides the one already in-game)? Does the partner get Rook any? Any gifts that are particularly special?

Azlo is no Viago, but with his knowledge of alchemy and Darrin’s of monster physiology he’s made a few concoctions to help Davrin make quicker work of some of the hunter’s more powerful quarry.

He’s given Lucanis the kettle set and wyvern dagger over the events of Veilguard. Other than that he isn’t much of a gift giver. He shows his affections more with actions and time spent and intimacy.

OC kiss week tiny drabble!  I hope you like it and feel free to do with it what you want :) <3 it is a near kiss~

The sound of metal hitting metal echoed down the halls of the sanctum but it was largely ignored by those wandering around or working. It had been going on for some time now and most assumed someone was training, honing their skills for their next contract. They weren’t wrong.

Revas lunged at the taller elf but was easily parried. A simple shove to his shoulder knocked him off balance and he tumbled to the floor with a grunt. When he rolled onto his back, the dagger pointed at his throat wasn’t a surprise and he groaned, “come on, you’ve got to let me win one day.”

With a smile, Azlo lowered his dagger and the glow of the orb in his other hand died down. He watched as Revas stood and shrugged, “you’ll win when you don’t let that impulsiveness get the better of you.”

Once upright, Revas stretched his arms before readying his weapons again. Azlo’s smile grew as the light of the orb brightened once more. Revas was quick, something he tries to use in his favor against opponents. But Revas was also overly confident in his speed at times and this was one of them. With a point to the floor, Azlo covered parts of the ground under them with ice. Revas yelped when he lost traction suddenly, the daggers in his hands pointed downward into the ground to help him keep steady.

What happened next was a surprise to Azlo. Revas recovered far quicker than he thought he would and was in his face. The shorter elf had a grin across his lips as he moved in closer. Their breaths mixed, both breathing heavier from the exertion of the duel. Azlo didn’t miss the way Revas’ eyes glanced down at his lips before meeting his again, “I win.”

They stood there for a moment, Revas’ grin only growing. The younger crow’s tongue poked out some and then the moment was broken. Revas let out a strangled sound when something cold and sharp poked under his chin. He frowned at the smile on Azlo’s face and lowered his daggers in defeat.

The shard of ice grown from the orb in Azlo’s hand grew taller and Revas had to step back to avoid it from piercing his skin. Azlo laughed and dispelled the magic when Revas was far enough away. As the orb vanished and the dagger was sheathed, he spoke, “you can’t use a Crow’s trick on another Crow.”

@inquisitormanatee ‘s Revas Lavellan

-I love him your honor-

Happy oc kiss week!

Revas and Azlo just doing Crow things 🐦‍⬛💜💙

🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say?

🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse?

Thank you so much! 🐦‍⬛💜

🌼If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say?

“Cold and sharp. But sweet. Like chocolate velvet. And Honey-melon cream. Sometimes it is like wood chips and feather down.(frustrated grunt). Don’t like. But Lucanis says we share. I allow it.”

(Specifically he does actually often smell like honey-melon because it’s a mixture he will apply to his burn scar. It can easily dry out and become irritated and the mixture of honey, melon juice, and elfroot—a rather yummy, sticky paste— helps soothe, heal, and moisturize the damaged skin.)

(Yes. Assan thinks it’s a treat for him. And no Azlo can’t resist the begging and gives him some when he makes it.)

🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse?

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

Lairos doesn't like killing, but if he's learned anything that's come with the Rook title, it's that sometimes killing is necessary....

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability?

Chain lightning and meteor were definitely used a lot. While it's not an ability, he used Soulburn like 99% of the time. His goal in a fight is to keep enemies from getting too close and staggering them back as often as he can, so blasting enemies back even just a few feet was helpful.

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis?