#🗡~ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 // 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒆

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wip on a new lark picture for Dragon age.

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Little Crow Lark is basically Muffin from Bluey. Just full of Chaos and rage.

Viago has a few gray hairs all because of Lark.

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𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑶𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑬.  Those archdemons, the dragons of an old Tevinter, and the ones that the Venatori worship… were all tethered to one blatant and determining fact: The elven gods. The gods of her and Zevran's people. The implication had been hard to swallow but Zevran deserved to know what he was getting into. 

❝ 𝐍𝐚𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐄𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫'𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧'𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥…𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.❞ 

Perhaps too much honesty was a bad thing but Zevran needed to know exactly what he was getting into by joining them. When he declared that he was part of her team, a flood of relief overcame her and she let out a soft sigh. 

❝ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦…𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲…𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥' 𝐙𝐞𝐯𝐫𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐡'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. ❞ 

To hear her speak so freely and honestly, he raises an eyebrow, the smile never leaving his face. Even if she was a member of the Crows, it was obvious that she was nothing like them. If anything, this was something he could relate with her in. Although, he wouldn't doubt her skills on the battlefield. After all, even if he didn't follow after the Crows, it didn't stop Zevran from being a great assassin.

With a small chuckle, he replies. "I must admit...you're not what I was thinking you would be, but I welcome that, Lark. Yes, I've dealt with the Blight before this one." He pauses. "I've heard the archdemons referred to as Old Gods. Is that what you're referring to when you say fighting the gods?"

Either way, there was no way he was turning his back from this. Just like before, he would help stop this one too. "Consider me a part of your team." If there was any way he could take them down these archdemons without getting his Warden involved, he'll do it with no hesitation.

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐤 + 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝

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I drew lark in her Da verse~

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omg i was replaying veilguard and I was doing one of Emmrich's personal quest and I remember when he was talking about his parents, and he is holding grief for them, and it's similar to Lark how she holds grief ( and resentment ) for her parents because they were murdered.

I thought it could be something that Emmrich and Lark could bond over and being a source of support and comfort.

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𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑳  

A dragon age: the veilguard verse crafted by Jackie.

Please be aware of triggering content below the readmore. tw: abuse, death, strangulation

Lark was born in the noble family of MacTavish in Starkhaven to an Antivan elf named Alessio de Riva, and her elven mother Marigold. Alessio de Riva was a Crow with expert skill in assassination but fled from Antiva to start a life with Marigold. He discarded his Antivan name and took up the name Mordred Oakthorn. For a long time, they lived in bliss.

When Lark was a toddler, she showed signs of being a mage, as she could control fire. Both her mother and father hid this from everyone, and Marigold began to teach Lark how to control it.

Lark wanted for nothing. They weren’t rich by any means but Mordred worked as an assistant to one of the advisors for the Vaels, and her mother worked as a baker. Lark grew up happy. Mordred never spoke of his past to his daughter.

On the eve of her 8th name day, Larkspur returned home to find her house destroyed and her mother and father dead. Lark came face to face with a man–an Antivan Crow, Armando De Riva, Lark didn’t run away, instead, she picked up rocks and threw them at him, her aim impressive to the Crow.

Armando took Lark to Treviso where she would be trained as a Crow. Her coppery ginger hair, deep blue eyes, and freckles would be an asset. At first, Lark tried to run and escape but was always caught to the amusement of Armando.

She was angry and hateful and despite her rage, she took to the training well. She caught up within a matter of months. She was trained to use blades and a bow, to ride horses, and to dance and sing. Everything that a Crow needed to know.

One evening, Lark was forced to go to the Opera as an escort for Armando. She donned beautiful clothes, and though she hated the company she was in, she found that she had a great love for the Opera. There was a young man; a singer who she became infatuated with.

She became friends with the opera singer named Caelum Sidonie, an Orlesian elf who was studying a great musician. He was well versed with a plethora of instruments, but he had a great love for the violin.

Lark kept her friendship with Caelum a secret and visited him any time she had spare time. She often spent her time away from House De Riva, and only returned when she was summoned or to sleep.

Eventually, Lark and Caelum fell in love, and Lark knew she would marry this man. However, before they could wed, Lark needed to leave the Crows for good.

Lark met with Armando and told him her intentions of leaving the Crows. At first, Armando outright refused but Lark managed to convince her to allow her to leave if she paid him back for all the money he put into raising her. He set the amount at 250k gold. Lark lived frugally to set money aside, it would be slow but if she worked hard, she would meet her goal and be free to leave.

She told Caleum of her deal with Armando and he began to save up as well, though Lark told him he didn't need to. He got paid well for what he did, and after months of saving, they were nearing their goal.

Below depicts a gruesome death involving strangulation and violence against women. Please be advised.

One night, Lark returned from completing a contract for Viago, and after giving her a report, she left to reunite with Caelum. To Lark's horror, she saw a body swinging from the steeple tower of the Opera House, battered and bruised as if he had been tortured. It was her beloved Caelum, lifeless.

Lark screamed and with the help of her childhood friend, Illario Dellamorte, she was able to get his body down. She had to contact Caelum's father and after the funeral, Lark went hunting for Armando. She found him in his study.

Lark went berserk, she destroyed his study, and she tried to kill him then and there, she had tackled him and had him pinned, but he managed to disarm her, but that didn't stop her from clawing up his face with her nails. She left permanent scars on his face.

He added more debt to her roster, now having to pay 750k for the damage to his study and he beat her to the inch of her life and left her in the cellar of the de Riva estate. She wanted to die right then and there. She had come to realize there was no escaping Armando. Her need for revenge only grew. From that moment on, Lark closed herself off to everyone around her. She put a wall up and kept everyone at arm's length; too afraid that if she showed a little bit of interest in someone, Armando would kill them.

Angry and heartbroken, Lark continued to work off her debt. By the time she was 23, she barely made a dent. That same year, Lark took a contract and while she did, she freed some prisoners in addition to completing the contract.

Without knowing, she had interfered with a bigger plot to take down the Antaam, which earned her banishment from Antiva, though Armando made it clear that she was still a part of House De Riva, and he would not let her go so easily.

Lark left Antiva, and met Varric. She went with him to Tevinter, and yet still received letters from Viago, she rarely replied to them, and when she did, she only wrote that she was alive. She worked alongside Varric in hopes of tracking down the Dread Wolf.

Post Veilguard: Lark is incredibly depressed when she is back with the Crows. The weight of leading the Veilguard and dealing with the final battle has Lark feeling empty. To her surprise, Viago had arranged a permanent contract carefully arranged by Viago himself funded by the other factions to have Lark not be an assassin but an envoy, while she was still considered a Crow, she would no longer have to take on other contracts and be an assassin.Lark travels between factions to provide aid, and her current mission is to help rebuild Docktown.

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❝ She was a small, freckled thing when she was given to me. I had my doubts whether or not she would make it as a Crow. I was proven wrong. Despite years of discipline and training, there is an unruliness that cannot be yoked. ❞

-- Viago, speaking about Lark.

Lark in Dragon Age: The Veilguard aesthetic board.

[oakthcrn-a]

Is there anyone from her past that she would consider getting back together with? If so, what are the circumstances that might lead her to considering it and what would she want out of the relationship? What would she want to change?

On anon or not, ask about my muse's romantic life.

accepting @theharellan

This is a great question! So for Lark, she has only been with one person and his name is Caelum Sidoe, an orlesian elf that made his living being a singer / bard. He took an apprenticeship in Treviso to study Opera. Met Lark and fell in love. Lark falls hard when she falls in love, and they were engaged, but he was murdered by a Crow from Lark's house.

So it wasn't so much they broke up, her love died and if she could bring him back to life, safe and whole, she would. Before him, she had crushes here and there, but nothing she ever acted on. During Veilguard, she was so busy trying to stop Solas / the elven gods, she didn't really think about love. Like canonically, she is unromanced.

A socially awkward elf who has a hard time making connections with people, if you were to ask her how she managed to get engaged, she would say it was because Caelum was so patient and understanding. She hasn't had a serious relationship before or after Caelum, so she has no exes. She has gone on a date or two here and there, but they don't go anywhere. Lark isn't a people person.

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𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑵'𝑻 𝑨 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑯, 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬.  The area was skittering with Darkspawn and it felt like an unrelenting force. Lark would not relent either, though. Not when her friends' lives were on the line. She sliced through one Darkspawn, and then two, her twin blades, Narqelion and Lasselanta singing with her flames as she did so. She heard Gwen give a cry, and her name being called. She pivoted quickly to see her comrade in the jaws of a vicious Darkspawn. Lark slit the throats of the Darkspawn that were stupid enough to get her in her way. 

❝ 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧! ❞ 

She sprinted towards Gwen and slammed Lasselanta into the Darkspawn that held her. She pulled the blade out and kicked the corpse away before striking another with Narqelion which had been quickly approaching. Lark frowned as stepped in front of Gwen. 

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞. ❞ Lark said as she looked at the Darkspawn circling them. Fatigue was beginning to set in but Lark wasn't going to give up. she gripped her blades. She glanced back at Gwen. 

❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. ❞ Lark stepped away quickly and sheathed her blades before lifting her hands, with every ounce of strength she could muster, she summoned a wall of flames, she winced as the Darkspawn slammed into it. She flexed her fingers and forced the wall to close in on itself. She watched as the Darkspawn began to burn to death within it. 

This could be going better.

Her blade rips free from the darkspawn’s skull just in time for her hand to rocket out to halt an incoming hurlock, palm twisting as her magic siphons its life force. The battlefield is overwhelming as she’s yanking her hand back, watching the beast erupt into ash before she steps through it, to gain a better scope.

Lark to the north, Davrin to the west, and her back unfortunately turned to an approaching enemy who has hooked her throat with the length of its flesh-like weapon. The yank against her larynx nearly knocks the wind from her lungs, her clawed fingernails clamoring to the creature’s grip as her legs begin to flail out.

The Hossberg Wetlands were a nightmare made real, blight tendrils erupting from the water, from the earth, hardly an acre free of its infection. A perpetual night that never seems to clear—she will not die here.

She cannot speak, her magic depleted as she instead uses her core to slam her boot into the dark spawn’s skull. A loud crack sounds as she tries to wedge free—but it holds fast to her smaller frame, just with less grip on her neck. Lilac eyes snap to the north closest to her as she can make out the fiery visage of her companion.

“ Lark! A little help please! “

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[oakthcrn-a]

you could not pay Lark to get on a damn boat in the middle of the ocean. She has a huge fear of drowning and deep water, so the ocean is terrifying to her. She can't swim, and she will always stay on shore and doesn't go into the water above her knees.

The ocean is really annoying, so why does it keep pushing her over? It's not friendly.

[oakthcrn-a]

“Half-truths  are  worth  more  than  outright  lies.”

idk which meme this is from and too lazy to look // @hoboblaidd

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾 𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬. Slowly she canted her head to the side, her coppery brows furrowing at his words. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a huff. 

❝ 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬.  ❞ she couldn't completely dismiss what he said though. There was wisdom in Solas, but what are the half-truths he was telling her, and what were the outright lies? 

She grew up a Crow, lies were the foundation of the Houses and well-meaning words, monsters hidden behind happy faces. Lark knew from an early age to never trust someone so completely. The only person she had was murdered and hung from the Opera House in Treviso, after that, Lark never took anyone at their word. Even Solas. Especially Solas. 

❝ 𝐀𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧. ❞ 

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oak, southernwood, poppy

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 // accepting // @nekrotisch

oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?

Neve. She still remained with the Veilguard even though Lark chose to save Treviso over Dock Town. It was not an easy choice. Still, Neve remained to aid them despite her own feelings, and there is great strength in that.

southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?

Lark is a mixture of both, she's a very closed-off person when you first meet her, but eventually opens up when she trusts you. She likes solitude but once she gets her group of people, she likes jokes and banter. She just tires quickly of crowds and being around people for too long. So don't take offense if Lark prefers solitude from time to time.

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

Food, a newly knitted blanket, a cat to snuggle, a hug from a trusted friend. Sword practice, and playing the pianoforte.

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𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑯.  The alluring scents of rosehip mixed with sandalwood, juniper, and the familiar smell of Antivan oranges were in the air, billowing through the room. She had been settled at her bureau, where she tended to dry her hair. She had been twirling her ginger waves around her hand where heat from her fire magic dried the strands in just a way to keep them healthy and the waves pronounced. She wore a warm sleeping gown. Her day had been busy. 

She had spent the majority of the day with Caterina planning the wedding. Soon they would be separated for a week, and while it was a mark of their wedding, she hated the idea of not seeing her love for an entire week. Her dress had been completed and Teia was nice enough to house it in a locked room. No one but Lark, Caterina, and Teia had seen it. She helped design the dress and was proud of it. She spent the day tasting foods, picking out the scores for the wedding, crafting invitations, and overseeing the wardrobes for House de Riva. It had been tiring. 

She hadn't even got to see Lucanis throughout the day, which had dampened her mood. The bright side, she would be his wife soon, and that did fill her with excitement. 

Suddenly, she heard the quiet knocking, and Lark looked up and nearly jumped when she sat Lucanis. Amusement was evident in her sapphire eyes. Not wise for a Crow to be so lost in thought, but Lucanis wasted no time in pulling her into his warm embrace. A soft chuckle escaped her as she planted a sweet kiss on his lips. 

❝ 𝐅𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞, 𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. ❞ She replied and smiled before pulling away to close the window and draw the drapes. She returned to Lucanis gently removed his cloak and draped it over the back of her armchair before leading him to sit at the end of the bed. 

❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤. ❞ She frowned slightly at the idea of being separated but Tradition was important. A rueful smile appeared on her freckled face. 

❝ 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨. ❞ she went on and chuckled. She leaned against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his. 

❝ 𝐀𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬. ❞ 

@oakthcrn - where did you come from? for Lucanis <3

question prompts // always accepting

Lucanis hoists himself up and over the ledge, slipping through the window as the cold breeze trails behind him. A bit of noise from the market fills the background a bit but otherwise it's quiet in Treviso, the lack of Antaam more noticeable now that things have calmed down. Another person might have used the front door to enter the Dellamorte Estate but Lucanis wasn’t particularly keen to be ambushed tonight. Tensions within the Crows were still high after he had made his intentions clear, the older Houses erupting in outrage at the mere suggestion. 

          Not that he cared about them that much anyways. 

No, his attention is entirely focused on Lark this evening. Traversing the rooftops until he found the window where she was might have been a little extra, but the Dellamortes were certainly known for their flair. Slipping through the window quietly is easy enough, the assassin’s training far too thorough. Of course he’s smart enough to knock on the frame moments after entering the room, not too keen on being stabbed. 

          “ From down below ” Lucanis hums, reaching up to allow his hood to drop before closing the distance between them. Spite is absent for the time being, sated by his previous harassment of a few unruly Crows prior.

He wastes no time in pulling her close to him, a soft smile on his face as he sneaks his arms around her carefully. “ I was hoping you might make some time for me mi amor ”

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Lark uses the support of her companions to track down her family name Oakthorn which leads to MacTavish, and when she meets Eden, and confirm during Veilguard they are really kin, Lark goes to meet all her aunties and uncles and cousins and her grandma. She'd be scared to go alone so she would take her friends if they're available to Starkhaven.

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Rumor has it you're a simp for Illario and Lucanis

Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse // accepting

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺.  What a silly rumor. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a huff. 

❝  𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐡'𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩. 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐖𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.  ❞

 She wrinkled her nose at the thought. It was truly daunting having to deal with swooning people when trying to have a conversation with Illario. She is thankful most don't notice her.