But also long fic

Some platforms brag about thousands of premade characters. I'd trade all of them for one companion I actually built. SweetDream's depth of creation means the single character I made beats any menu.

Okay this... But it's Rumi running to save the girls. Screaming back just as loud because Demon half

Do you think there is a lie Alfred could give that Bruce could not forgive? A lie Bruce would send him away for?

Ev'lyn blinked, peering over the fallen log at Davrin, brow cocked, "Well, starting with the easy questions are we?" she mused.

He shrugged, lips curved in an almost knowing smile, "You said I could ask anything. Lucanis was born into it, I know that much."

Lucanis nodded, still somehow silent as he walked across the fallen leaves, "I come from a long line of Crows, yes."

Davrin nodded back, "So, how'd you get involved Rook?"

She exhaled and flicked her hair back, standing as she slipped the little nug statue into her pack. It wasn't a nice story. Shitty beginning, shitty middle, hopefully a less shitty end.

Not that there weren't highlights in her life, stolen moments of joy and pride. Treats left on her windowsill by Viago after a job well done, letters from Teia when she was homesick, memories of drinking with Varric and Harding when they first started this impossible contract. Friends and contacts she'd made after becoming a fully fledged assassin.

It wasn't easy, it's not like she's hard to get along with but her mouth moves before her brain sometimes and that's when she speaks at all. For a period there, the only people she spoke to were Viago and another little fledgling.

She sighed, "Same as most others, I was born a slave. My, well, whoever owned me was killed. Crows found me, trained me and now I'm here."

Davrin looked...not shocked but surprised, "You were born a slave?" He moved, picking up the pace to follow her as she walked back towards the Veil Jumpers camp. Lucanis a few more feet behind, although she could hear the usual hiss of disapproval coming from Spite, the same hiss that seemed more involuntary than not at any mention of their somewhat shared childhood.

"Yep, I was young though, around 5 or 6? Viago wasn't sent to collect recruits but the way he tells it, I refused to leave his side."

"A thorn from day one is how he tells it." Lucanis remarked, a softer tilt to his lips as he glanced at her, "I do not believe he would have left you there even if advised, the man has always favoured you Rook."

Rook rolled her eyes, blush high on her cheeks. Viago was first and foremost her boss - not family. She was a de Riva, but not blood - not like the Dellamortes. Although, she wasn't blind to the questioning stares. Rook had grown up around enough people to understand the similarities they shared and how it made them look. Related. Siblings. Parent and child at times.

She didn't mean too but she sometimes more often than not fell into that roll, annoying younger sister - defiant daughter.

"Be that as it may, that's what happened. Nothing fancy, nothing wild or outlandish if that's what you were expecting." Rook grinned, smile sharp and a little brittle.