#But I feel like we could have focused on Davrin alone a little more at least sometimes

[tobythewise]

happy friday! for rook/davrin: “I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”

-inquisimer

Thank you so much for the prompt!! :D This is Rook and Davrin with some hurt/comfort, kisses, and feelings confessed. Written for @dadrunkwriting Warnings for VEILGUARD CONTENT!

Rook tries to take a deep breath but his ribs scream at him. Fuck, they’re probably bruised. At least they’re not broken. Silver lining?

“You coming, Rook?”

“Yep,” he calls out, doing his best to quicken his steps without causing himself extra pain. Assan squeaks overhead and Rook gets the sense he’s also teasing him about being so slow today. “Just taking my time! Enjoying this wonderful scenery. It’s not every day we have some extra time to take a romantic stroll through the forest,” Rook tries to make a joke but it falls flat when he ends it on a wince. 

Davrin finally slows down, turning fully towards him. His brows draw down in a frown. “What’s going on with you today?”

“It’s nothing, Davrin. Just a little sore from yesterday.”

Davrin stands in front of him and Rook narrows his eyes at the fact that he has to look up in order to look into Davrin’s eyes. He hates being such a short elf! 

“What happened yesterday, Rook?” Davrin asks slowly, his eyes darting across Rook’s face. “You told me that it was business as usual in Dock Town.”

Fuck. 

“It was! Maybe I’m just getting old?”

“Don’t lie to me, Rook,” Davrin says, his voice stern. 

Rook should probably work through some things when he’s back at the Lighthouse alone because why is he getting turned on from Davrin using that tone? He wants to squirm and lie, but he can’t, not with Davrin’s giant brown eyes boring into him like this. 

Rook finally looks down at his feet. “Fine,” he says, letting out a long breath. “We had to take care of a tunnel filled with darkspawn. I took a hit on the side and a scratch across my back.”

Strong yet gentle fingers touch his chin, forcing him to look up. “Show me.”

Rook turns around. He unbuckles his armor before carefully pulling his shirt over his head. He hears Davrin’s sharp intake of breath and his body tenses, waiting for the tongue lashing he more than deserves. Instead, he feels soft fingers touching his back. 

“By the Maker, Rook. This was a nasty hit.” Davrin guides him to a log, forcing him to sit down with his back still turned towards him. 

“It’s not so bad. I’m a warden so it’s not like I can get blighted again.”

“No, but this is going to get infected. Why didn’t you have someone heal it?”

Rook winces as Davrin starts to clean out the wound. The fact that it’s already scabbed over means this is gonna hurt like a bitch. He was dumb to try to hide this, but he didn’t want to burden anyone. Everyone has so much on their plate, he didn’t want to add to that. 

“Emmrich was busy and Neve doesn’t use her healing spells anymore. Bellara was all out of mana,” Rook explains with a shrug. 

“And what about coming to me? You know that I know how to clean a darkspawn wound like this. You know I would have taken care of you.” Davrin stills for a moment before he’s sighing.

“I’m sorry,” Rook says with a whimper as the sting starts to get to be too much. He digs his fingers into the palms of his hand, focusing on his breathing. “I just didn’t want to be a bother.”

“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt,” Davrin says, his voice deep and rumbling, striking Rook straight in the chest. 

“You’re right. This could have become an even bigger liability for the team. I need to be better for you guys.”

“Damn it, Rook.” Davrin finishes cleaning out the wound before moving. He kneels in front of Rook, taking his face between his palms. His hands feel so big against Rook’s face. He feels thoroughly caught. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I care about you,” Davrin says softly. “I need to know when you’re hurt so I can take care of you.”

“But-”

“No buts. I want to take care of you. I want to be by your side. I want to more than chase you.”

“Oh,” Rook breathes out, his heart hammering against his ribs. “Okay. Yeah. That sounds good.”

“I thought it might,” Davrin says, his face breaking out into a grin. He leans forward, gently kissing Rook’s lips. Rook’s head swims and his entire body warms. 

He’s about to tilt his head and deepen the kiss when Assan lands on the log beside him. They pull apart, looking over at Assan. Assan nudges Rook’s side, squawking in what he can only interpret as worry at the sight of the massive bruise that covers his entire side. 

“See,” Davrin says, reaching over and ruffling Assan’s feathers. “Even Assan is worried about you.”

“I’ll be more careful. For Assan.”

Davrin gives him a knowing smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek before helping him up. “Right. For Assan.”