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a breath of frost - 1.5k, rated T

#Davrin #davrook #DragonAgeTheVeilguard

Davrin gets a headache. Rook has ice magic.

archiveofourown.org/works/61959268
"You don't have to go with me to every Blight-infested corner," Kione says. It's carefully neutral in the way he is sometimes, infuriating but also kind of cute. Davrin can't tell if he's trying to let him down gently about it or avoiding an apology. "Not true," Davrin counters easily. "Taash could—" Kione starts, but Davrin isn't about to hear that again. "Taash could not," he insists. Kione shifts to stare at him, frustration forming his mouth into a pout. Davrin tries not to let it work on him. "It's my job to deal with Blight. And to protect you," he adds. Kione doesn't seem to have an argument for that one, which is what Davrin hoped. Not that Taash doesn't do a decent job in their own right, but when it comes to keeping everyone alive? Davrin knows he's the best choice. ___ Davrin has a headache. Rook has an idea.
January 6, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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second: getting to know each other and getting together. I'm still working out when to use Rook vs. Kione lol, forgive me

(full text of all the snips is in the alt text!)
“So,” Davrin says one evening as Rook is hanging around in his room. He’s taken to doing that a lot after he’s done with whatever it is he does running around the Lighthouse all the time. Dealing with people’s crises and fiddling with everyone’s equipment, Davrin suspects. Davrin finds he doesn’t mind the company, and if he’s started keeping a pot of tea around just for Rook… Well, the kitchen is just around the corner. There’s no particular meaning to it, just like there’s no particular meaning to Rook staying longer if there’s a pot of tea around. It’s just a habit they’ve both formed. “So,” Rook prompts. He’s apparently content to just sit there, drinking his tea and watching Davrin carve his creatures. Davrin isn’t very good at sitting still—at not doing something—which is half of the reason the creatures keep appearing. “We’ve talked about where I’m from.” Davrin is, admittedly, very curious about Rook’s life, but Rook isn’t the most talkative person. That’s a good trait in a leader—he listens to everything and only butts in when decisions need to be made—but a pretty frustrating one in whatever it is they are. “Have you always lived in Tevinter?” He tries to keep his tone neutral, but when Rook chuckles into his mug, he wonders if he succeeded. “Looking like I do,” Rook adds, and Davrin feels his cheeks warm. “Well. Yes,” he agrees, hoping it doesn’t make him sound like a bigot. Before Rook and Taash, he’d only very rarely encountered qunari. They’re not a common sight where he grew up or anywhere he’s been with the Wardens. Given what he knows of Tevinter, ‘not common’ is an understatement. “It’s a fair question,” Rook says easily, and Davrin’s shoulders relax a little. “Raised in Minrathous, born…I don’t really know. Adopted.” Davrin blinks in surprise at that information. He’s not sure why he assumed that Rook grew up in some happy household with parents who looked like him. “We can go as slow as you need,” Davrin says. He doesn’t want to go slow, not really, but he’s made himself wait this long. Instead of seeming relieved, Rook lets out a frustrated huff. “I don’t want to go slow,” he says, a soft growl in his voice that makes Davrin want to take him up on that right away. “Not, uh, I’m not expecting—” he adds hastily, but Davrin stops him by pressing his fingers against his mouth more deliberately. “To be clear, I am very much on board with not taking it slow,” he says, pulling his hand away and bracing himself on the back of the chair to lean in. Rook’s eyes drop to his mouth, chipping a little more at his self-control. “But I said if you need, not if you want. If we start something and you need to stop—” This time Rook shuts him up, curling both hands around his cheeks and dragging him into a kiss. Davrin melts, finding himself settling into Rook’s lap before he can think to stop himself. He barely realizes he’s moving until Rook is gasping into his mouth and grabbing at his hips to pull him closer. Davrin pulls back briefly to look at him and Rook whines, eyes wide and pitiful. Davrin needs to ruin him. “Bed,” he commands, scrambling back out of Rook’s lap. “Now.” “Yes, sir,” Rook says breathlessly. The words send an unexpected shiver up Davrin’s spine and he feels himself flush. Maybe they can examine that later.
December 26, 2024 at 7:01 PM
bluebellefic.bsky.social
I'm drowning in Davrin thoughts... some snips of stuff featuring my Rook, Kione (qunari, Shadow Dragons)

first: Davrin is worn out after dealing with the Blight eruption and Kione is an ice mage (excellent for headaches)

#Davrin #DragonAge #dragonagetheveilguard
Kione sits near his shoulder on the bed, looking down at him with a concerned little crease between his eyebrows, and then his fingers brush against Davrin's temple with a breath of frost. Davrin can't help but startle a little, and Kione pauses, watching him with those damn doe eyes. "Is this alright?" Kione asks, as though the question wasn't already radiating off him. It's a fair thing to ask, Davrin supposes. There's no secret that magic makes him a little uneasy, and Kione has never seemed particularly bothered by that. Davrin was open about never having been with a mage shortly after they got together, and it hasn't come up much since. Kione seemed much more concerned about being qunari—looking too intimidating or physically overpowering Davrin by accident. Thinking about why he might have that reaction still pisses Davrin off, though Kione has relaxed a lot since he realized Davrin can take it. "Feels nice," Davrin says after a pause, because it does. Kione's cool fingers against his temple feel incredible, actually, and his headache is already starting to ease. A small, pleased smile curves Kione's mouth, and his eyes get even softer, and Davrin's stomach flutters. "Don't look at me like that," he says without any bite. "How should I look at you?" Kione murmurs, a glint in his eye, and Davrin feels his cheeks going hot. Much as he might like to pursue that line of conversation, he feels drained after earlier. He lets out a wordless grumble, his eyelashes fluttering in surprise as Kione's fingers move to rub at the base of his skull. "Oh," he says weakly, surprised by how quickly the pain starts to melt. His own fingers curl into Kione's coat of their own accord and Kione chuckles, shifting to lie down with him instead. Then Kione's lips press against his neck, cold from his magic, and Davrin sucks in a sharp breath. "Breathe for me, Dav," Kione says, voice low and tender. Davrin does, slightly overwhelmed by the amount of care obvious in every move Kione makes. Not that it's new—Neve likes to tease Davrin about how she's always watching Kione run past her door to see him, sometimes with a brief pause to ruffle Assan's cheeks. (Davrin can only hope that he wasn't too obvious about needing to sit with his head in his hands for a while after hearing that. The cuteness truly defies understanding.) "Helping?" Kione prompts as his knuckles brush against Davrin's jaw. At least some of the touching seems to be turning into Kione just wanting to, which is nice in an entirely different way. "More than you know," Davrin admits. Kione smiles into his skin, and Davrin feels like his chest is being squeezed. "You don't have to go with me to every Blight-infested corner," Kione says. It's carefully neutral in the way he is sometimes, infuriating but also kind of cute. Davrin can't tell if he's trying to let him down gently about it or avoiding an apology. "Not true," Davrin counters easily. "Taash could—" Kione starts, but Davrin isn't about to hear that again. "Taash could not," he insists. Kione shifts to stare at him, frustration forming his mouth into a pout. Davrin tries not to let it work on him. "It's my job to deal with Blight. And to protect you," he adds. Kione doesn't seem to have an argument for that one, which is what Davrin hoped. Not that Taash doesn't do a decent job in their own right, but when it comes to keeping everyone alive? Davrin knows he's the best choice.
December 26, 2024 at 7:01 PM