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Larkspur Oakthorn in Dragon Age: The Veilguard.

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wip on a new lark picture for Dragon age.

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LARK NUZZLED INTO LUCANIS. His warmth seeped into her and lured her to slumber. She knew was only a matter of time before her eyelids would grow heavy. It wasn't entirely smart as an assassin, but when you have the First Talon's arms wrapped around you, there was little cause to fear. 

She listened to him speak, his sweet baritone was music to her ears. She shifted just enough to peek up at him. 

❝ I wouldn't know where to begin. ❞ She admitted. She had invited her uncle to the wedding. He had been busy aiding Prince Sebastian in rebuilding the Free Marches with the Inquisitor. He would be gone just long enough to see her wed. 

A soft hum of thought escaped her as she stared at Lucanis. 

❝ The wedding is so close now, and I fear it will be too complicated to try to reconnect now. Eden is coming to the wedding. After our honeymoon, we can make plans to visit the rest of the MacTavish clan. I intend to, anyway. ❞ She gently traced a finger over his lovely nose and smiled. 

❝ It would be grand if Mr. First Talon could accompany me. ❞ 

     Lucanis allows silence to settle in the air, allowing her room to react in the moment. There is a certain level of hesitation he feels deep down, relinquishing something with so much weight. His memories of his mother were few in number, but all pleasant - she was a good mother as far as he was concerned. To give one of the last items left behind was a harder decision than he’d anticipated until he was sitting there, gently placing the box in her hand. 

     Her reaction was not what he anticipated though. Not entirely. 

          “ I thought you had a ring in mind already? ” He doesn’t hide his surprise, words tinged with a hint of amusement. Leaning slightly into her touch, he allows the box to be placed back in his hand, his fingers tracing over the top.  Though, he supposed it didn't matter whatever she preferred. Lucanis sets the ring box aside for now, wrapping his own arm around her before gently nudging her to lay down with him.

" Did you want to do something for your family? I know of your situation...but I would be happy to figure something out with you"

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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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Endless edits of Lark in Dragon Age: The Veilguard.

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VIBRATIONS ECHOED UNDER THEIR FEET. The Lighthouse was changing, expanding its heights to accommodate the newest resident. Lark glanced at Zevran and offered a small smile. 

❝ We are a diverse group here. Every single person here has valuable expertise that can only aid us in stopping the gods.❞ 

She motioned him to follow. She strolled into the main corridor of the lighthouse. She turned to face him. 

❝ This is where we have team meetings to go over our discoveries. That ornate sitting chair is Emmrich's.❞ She pointed out and headed up the stone steps. 

❝ Varric is currently sleeping in the infirmary, so it's best not to disturb him. Come on, I'll take you to your room. ❞ 

Taking her wishes about what to call her to note, Zevran followed her as he found himself led to what appeared to be a mirror. Something of elven architecture he had seen plenty of times before, but never put too much thought into until now. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity before watching her demonstrate how this eluvian worked. "Hmm...I have not."

It was possible this was a trap, but nevertheless, he walked through to find himself transported somewhere else. It wasn't Crow territory or any place he knew of. He took it in strides, continuing to follow after her before finding himself someplace else again. This must be the Lighthouse.

"A spirit, a griffin, a wisp and now a former Crow Assassin. Wow, seems like quite the party you've acquired." He chuckled. "Then again, when is anything ever normal when a Blight is concerned?" Oh how his warden would love to hear about all of this. "Which way to my room? And will you be giving me the grand tour? I might end up lost if I'm not careful."

[oakthcrn-a]

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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Lark! Have you seen.... DA MOON!?

Send my muse unhinged anons // accepting // @herdragcnfire

A SMILE BLOSSOMED ACROSS HER FRECKLED FACE. She settled beside Dany and wrapped her arm around hers to keep her steady. 

❝ Of course. ❞ She replied as she bit back a giggle.

 ❝ Do you believe me if I said there are bunnies on the moon? They live there and have a whole society. Everything is carrot flavored. ❞ 

[oakthcrn]

romantic candidate: illario

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction! // accepting // @herdragcnfire

Yes, I love my sad rat man. However, it would have to be a certain set of circumstances for it happen.

First, I can't imagine it happening until after the game. Anything before would be too difficult because Lark is trying to save the world, and romance is not really on her plate.

It would happen on a mission that sparks a healing/redemption arc for Illario. It would be a slow burn because both of them would have to work through their own traumas, which I can see them supporting each other through.

What's appealing about this ship is that they are very different people. Lark is heroic and doesn't hesitate to put other people before herself. She is good hearted and wants the world to be a better place.

Illario only knows how to survive. He uses his skills to keep himself alive, and sees the world as a cruel place. So their ideals would conflict from time to time, but I do love opposites attracts trope.

Lark needs to get to a place with her grief for Caelum where she can handle it and not feel guilty for liking someone else. It would take time for her to come to accept that she needs to move on and open her heart to another.

Illario would have to work on his inferiority complex when it comes to Lucanis. He needs to learn to accept that he most likely won't become the first talon and perhaps try to eventually reconcile with Lucanis if it is possible. They both have some work to do to become better versions of themselves.

Another note for this ship is physical intimacy. If you have read the Wigmaker's Job, Illario uses seduction more than a blade, and its brought up through Lucanis' prospective. It's almost looked down upon, and I couldn't help but think that Illario uses sex as protection in a very similar way Astarion from BG3 does. It's almost like wearing armor for them.

Lark wouldn't want to jump into bed with him right away either, again, it would stem from feelings of guilt--like she is being unfaithful to Caelum or at the very least dishonoring his memory. She also wouldn't want Illario to think that is the reason she is with him.

She wants nothing from him other than his company. So it would be a very slow romance, but I feel like it would be worth it in the end. Slow burns are rad.

[oakthcrn]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺. She knew she couldn't go on like this, not for this long. Her hands were already trembling under the strain of the flames. However, she was of House de Riva, and de Rivas never quit or backed down. Gritting her teeth, Lark dug her heels into the terrain. She braced herself, breathed, and began to form the wall into a thin, intricate line. Not just a line that the darkspawn were afraid to cross, but into a blade. Sharp and deadly. She had managed to achieve it once before, also in a time of great distress. 

She sucked in a sharp breath before motioning her hands to set the fire guillotine on their prey. With a melodious hum that almost sounded lyrical, the fire blade flew and sundered the remaining horde in two. The screeching mixed with the putrid smell of burning rotting flesh echoed in a cacophony of cries. Their victory was secured. 

Lark exhaled a raspy breath, steam billowing from her burnt fingertips. She trembled in her legs, her knees threatening to buckle, but pride wouldn't allow her to fall. She willed her legs to be still as she pivoted to face Gwen. 

The silence was welcoming as the valley was littered with darkspawn corpses. Some fled to Lark's dismay, but they would regroup and hunt them down. The people of the region would be safe for another day. 

 ❝ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧? ❞ Lark asked as she ignored the thanks instead of examining her friend's throat. 

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭. ❞ She grumbled and swayed a bit on her feet. Her vision blurred as a dull ache pounded at her temples.  It was only then that her stomach let out a rebellious growl. 

❝ 𝐄𝐡. ❞ Her cheeks were a light shade of pink as she looked away, her ears heating up. Her stomach had betrayed her. 

❝ 𝐀𝐲𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫. ❞ Her stomach growled again as she moved towards the eluvian. 

She  trusts  all  of  her  companions  implicitly,  so  many  of  which  have  pulled  her  out  of  the  fire  more  times  than  she  can  count.  For  a  mage,  she  was  far  less  concerned  with  staying  back  than  she  ought  to.  She,  who  would  much  rather  get  into  the  thick  of  it  than  remain  ranged,  knowing  how  dangerous  it  was.  Proof  of  it  now  as  Lark  springs  into  action  before  any  serious  damage  could  be  done.

"  This  is  getting  tiresome.  "

A  sentiment  that  she  shares,  Gwendolyn  looking  to  the  other  woman  with  a  nod  before  rolling  out  of  the  way  as  Lark  conjures  an  overwhelm  wall  of  flame.  It  gives  her  time  to  regroup,  raising  her  hand  to  launch  a  stray  attack  at  a  straggler  that  was  approaching  from  behind.

Then,  quiet.

The  only  sound  is  the  sizzling  embers  that  used  to  be  darkspawn  after  Lark's  quick  thinking.  She  can  feel  the  flush  of  sweat  on  her  skin  as  she  turns  toward  the  other  with  a  heaving  sigh,  sheathing  her  mage  blade  at  her  hip  as  she  begins  to  make  her  way  back  over  to  Lark.

"  Thank  you,  "  She  speaks  earnestly,  though  it  is  somewhat  rasped  and  worn  from  the  undue  pressure  against  her  larynx.  She'd  live,  but  it  stings  to  speak.  "  I  think  we  should  head  back  to  the  Lighthouse.  We've  cleared  out  as  much  as  we  can  for  now.  "

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I have thoughts on how Viago has trained Lark over the years.

The very first test he gave her was to leave her unexpectedly in the middle of a busy Treviso to find her way back to de Riva. Of course, he was always nearby but hidden, watching her. Lark, being only seven at the time, had to figure out how to get back to the house. The first thing she did was cry. After a good cry, she wiped her tears and tried to figure out how to get back, but Lark, being new to Antiva, hadn't learned the language. So signs weren't helpful. It took her a while, but she was able to use her adorableness ( though Lark hadn't realized she accidentally manipulated people with her cuteness ) to have grown-ups help her get back.

I feel like Viago would nurture any interest that could be useful, being a Crow. Botany for poison/antidote making, animal handling, horseback riding, etc. All things Lark learned under his tutelage. Lark also expressed interest in animals and ballet. She was taught languages, so by the time she was an adult, she could speak Havener (Starkhaven's local language), Common, Antivan, Tevene, and a bit of Orlesian. Academically, Lark took to schooling like a fish to water. She loved learning new things. Her favorite was Antivan history, in which she constantly told Viago random facts she learned in an annoying little sister kind of way.

At 10, he taught her botany in which she could make antidotes, she was still too young to handle the more dangerous plants and learning poisons would come when she was older.

Combat training was brutal but Lark showed talent with swords over archery. While she's decent with a bow, blades are her bread and butter.

When she was 11, Viago took her out to the Antivan countryside and left her there to test her survival skills in the wild. If she could make her way back to Treviso, she would pass. She returned a week later, caked in mud, and a triumphant smile.

At 13, she began to learn poisons under Viago's supervision. Lark shows talent with singing and the pianoforte. Of course, Viago hired a tutor ( and with Caelum's help, Lark became really good at pianoforte and singing and was trained to sing opera. )

Lark also spent some time with Teia and views her as a big sister. She learned how to be stealthy from her, how to make no sounds while moving.

She tried to teach her how to be alluring to people to gain their trust, but Lark isn't very good at seducing people. She's too socially awkward. So her talents was more with the art of killing itself.

Also, Lark being a mage, she learned from an older mage named Henrietta how to control her flames, Lark had a bad habit of accidentally setting things on fire and the de Riva house have gone through several pairs of curtains. She also knows how to do some basic healing magic, but she's not very good with healing beyond that.

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Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life. // accepting // @blyghthound

I am Alessio de Riva, and I am a bastard child of the King of Antiva. I was given a choice: Live in banishment or become an Antivan Crow. I chose the latter. It was fine for a time, but the longer I was a paid assassin, the longer I resented the life I chose. So, I faked my death and ran away. I settled in Starkhaven and fell in love with a woman there.

I cast away my last name and made one of my own. We got married and had a daughter. My beautiful daughter. How I regret that I got so short of time with her. My past caught up with me and my life was forfeit as was my wife's. The Maker was kind in sparing my daughter from the same fate.

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this is possibly so random but have you ever thought of lark x the viper?

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction! // accepting // @blyghthound

I will say yes but it will take some work. There is a lot of things they would need to work through considering Lark chose to save Treviso and is the reason Viper is blighted.

I think their romance could be quite wholesome and a nice slow burn. I say yes to the Viper.

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THE CHILL IN THE AUTUMN AIR RAN DOWN HER SPINE AS SHE APPROACHED THE CAMP.  The coal-stained clouds were meandering across the twilight sky, and Antiva would be shrouded in a thin layer of laden frost. One they hadn't seen in years. Ever since she defeated the elven gods and ensured that the Veil would remain intact, the weather had been off. She wrapped her fur-lined cloak around herself a bit more as she approached. 

She never pegged Illario as the type to camp out in the woods. She spared her trusted horse one last glance before strolling behind Illario and to a vacant seat beside the fire. She flicked her wrist, and the flames took hold once more. It was the very least she could do. 

She made herself comfortable on a fallen log. She watched the flames for a moment before shifting her sapphire colored hues to Illario. 

❝ I could ask you the same thing, Dellamorte, and I am not blind to it. I choose simply to ignore it. ❞ She canted her head to examine him. ❝ Are you planning to stay out here for the rest of your life? ❞ She pursed her lips in thought for a moment before continuing.

❝  I've come to give you an opportunity. ❞ She rummaged through her cloak pocket before pulling out a missive. ❝ If you're interested, anyway. I must travel and provide aid to the other factions, while the elven gods have been defeated, their followers remain, and Thedas is far from healed. I figured I'd invite you along. You'll get to leave Treviso for a while at least, unless you've committed to the life of a hermit? ❞ 

@oakthcrn said, " i've done terrible things too. "

illario reaches out to poke at the dying flames, trying to keep the fire from completely going out. without a source of warmth, they'll surely freeze out here. " it has become rarer to find someone without blood stained hands. " focused, he doesn't look at lark, despite feeling her gaze stuck on him. he falls silent for a moment or two before finally, his head lifts, and he turns to her. " why are you here, lark ? don't act blind to how dangerous it is for you to be near me. "

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Teia's apprentice: Teia, am I ugly? Teia: What nonsense, I'm looking at you right now, you're the most beautiful person in the world. Lark: ( To Viago ): Viago, am I ugly? Viago: Very much.