#Das Davarris

[hurl-a-can]

° Dasahngaris

[icy-warden]

@hurl-a-can a fic for Das, as a continuation of this lovely art from earlier event 💙 Zevraholics OC Kiss Week 2023 ✨

Vergil stretches with his arms up, pulling and holding, until he feels his spine pop. Something shifts pleasantly and he lets out a soft sigh, leaning back on the big pillows. The fabric feels nice on his slightly damp skin, a cool breeze wafting from the open balcony of the Inquisitor’s chambers. The air is chilly but he’s not bothered by it. Clear mountain air is still preferable over the dusty smell of underground.

He stares up at the stone ceiling, silently enjoying the lull of an afterglow of good sex. Of being able to touch and be touched in return. Of seeing how the pleasure clouds the eyes of the man in his arms and feeling that delicious thrill himself.

Vergil looks at the man sprawled beside him, slowly taking in on the expanse of dark skin of his back. His legs are twisted in the sheets, leaving his shapely butt on display. A very nice, pliable butt. Then, there are muscular thighs he just couldn’t leave alone and had to mark with his lips and teeth. 

There are smaller and bigger spots he left in between scars on Das’ skin. The man repaid him with red lines of his blunt nails over Vergil’s pale skin and a few lovely bruises of his own. Silently, Vergil revels in the small pain they brought him. 

Coppery curls spill over Das shoulders and Vergil’s fingers twitch. He has to lock in the desire to run his hands through those lush strands. His hair is as soft as it looks, the silky feel of it twisted over his hand when he held Das’ head when he drank in his voice, their bodies working together to come undone.

He hadn’t thought this mission would bring him to the Inquisitor's bed, but here they are. 

Vergil knows it won’t have an impact on their collaboration, perceiving Das as a free spirit - a person who likes to take what he can in a moment and be happy with it.

There’s no place for regret when their goals align in more than one thing.

One amber eye blinks up at him, half of Das’ face hidden in his arms. Vergil sits up slowly, his hand resting near Das. Close enough to touch but not crossing the unspoken line.

“I must say,” Vergil leans over him, the loose strands of his long hair almost touching the top of Das’ head, “I find our talk most satisfactory, Inquisitor Davarris.”

Das huffs a laugh, lazily arching his back and Vergil appreciates the captivating sight of his muscles rolling under his skin. There’s an amused gleam in golden eyes watching him.

“Back to the titles so soon? I’m hurt. I thought we had something deeper than that, Warden Surana.” He teases, his fingers brushing patterns over the back of Vergil’s hand. The touch is brief and playful, gone in a second. 

It lures him in again like it did earlier. Like his sunny personality and the body that can’t stop moving.

He shouldn’t overstay his welcome. It’ll stay as a casual thing, a memory of an enthusiastic and open lover that kept his pace with him.

“I am sure you’ll live.” Vergil answers lightly, moving away from Das. It’s too tempting to prolong this. His clothes are somewhere on the floor, as his weapons are. He grimaces in displeasure at his own recklessness when his face is turned away from Das. His magic is his greatest weapon but he shouldn’t let it be the only one. 

“You’re leaving already?”

“I do have my own bed.”

“Yes, but I’m not there.”

A blunt invitation. 

Vergil pauses, one brow up as he looks at Das. He bites at his lower lip when he sees Vergil looking, worrying the plush lip slowly and with a purpose. It’s reddened and glistening when he lets it go. It makes a spark of want ignite in Vergil’s gut, again. 

Das sits in the middle of his bed, his body bare. Sheets pool in his lap but hide nothing. An offer, without shame or deceit. As straightforward as it could be.

Vergil looks at the lines of his hips and thighs, flat stomach, chest and strong arms. All painted in freckles, with a faint colour of scars here and there.

He’d like to touch him again.

“A strong argument.” He murmurs, already leaning closer. Das’ smile widens as he meets him halfway, hands reaching for him.

Their lips meet, without hesitation.

Slowly.

He wants to savour it this time. 

Vergil licks at the seams of his mouth and Das lets him in, his hand finding the anchor on Vergil’s nape. It’s easy to slip his tongue in, to feel his movements mirrored by Das. The kiss is unhurried, their breaths mingling with the sound of soft sighs. They part for a while, just to be back to it, hands searching for each other's bodies. To hold on when they give in to the feeling of pleasure washing over them again.

In the end, Vergil decides to stay the night in Das’ bed. 

It’s one of the most pleasant times during their shared mission.

[theoldforbiddenplace]

° Das.

(Just a quick sketch, hastily coloured - but I had to do something for his b-day.)

[october-rosehip]

Sketching After The Rain watercolor 12x12

This is a portrait of @hurl-a-can‘s inquisitor Das, who is lovely about posing but when it comes to the background, I did not begin this painting as the painter I needed to be to finish this painting. Happy OcTober from like two years ago!

[red-wardens]

“Y’knit me a sweater, Warden Commander? Alright, love, I give in. I’ll go out with ya.” 

“......We’ve been together for 3 years, Das.”

Happy Holidays from Blue Surana x Das Davarris!

A beautiful “ugly holiday sweater” commission I bought from the kind and talented @sssamsondraws as an early Christmas/holidays present for @heraldofwho. It’s our favorite angsty couple in a Better World(TM) AU where they’re both not diseased and/or dying from the Taint. 

Last year I wrote a “Mistletoe Kiss” for them, this year...tada! Thanks @heraldofwho for creating Das and being such a wonderful part of the Dragon Age fandom <3 

[snarky-bee]

   A kiss for Das ❤️ for OC kiss month @heraldofwho ❤️

***

    The fire burns low and somehow it is just the two of them left sitting across from each other. Between Das and Kallian’s incessant need to chatter, silence is rare. But it is silent now. She stares at him as he twists his damp hair in his fingers, book in his other hand.

    Kallian is staring rather openly. His tight curls hang around his face, heavy with dampness from his bath. Her fingers itch to play with it, to braid it and twirl it around her own fingers as he often does idly. Das is relaxed, stretched out with ankles crossed - and she does mean really stretched out. One of the tallest elves she had ever met. If that didn’t make him all the more intriguing, all the more attractive. 

    One of his ears flicks and he looks up, catching her gaze. They hold eye contact and there is heat. More than the warmth from the fire, his eyes burn into her, and then a grin. Wide, teeth flashing against his dark skin, an invitation. 

    Kallian swallows. The want in his eyes is so tangible. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to swipe along her lower lip.

    “You gonna come here or just keep staring like that? Not that I mind you looking with those big brown eyes of yours,” Das said warmly.

    Her face heated up with the deep pink of blush creeping up her cheeks. Caught. 

    Das closed the book. Firelight flickered in his eyes, yellow and orange. The corner of his mouth turned up as once more he trapped her in his gaze.

    Wordlessly, she saunters over to Das, straddles his lap. “Better?” she teases. “Or was there something else you were hoping for?” she leans in close, lips just barely brushing against his ear.

    She catches the sound of a small groan in the back of his throat, warm with approval. His hand presses against her lower back, keeping her close. 

    Kallian grins, and nibbles at his earlobe, teasing briefly before she pulls away. The desire in her eyes is mirrored in his. She slides her fingers up his neck, into the roots of his hair and pulls his face close. 

    He eagerly tips his face up to hers and she meets his lips with fervor. Their lips move in sync, lethargic at first. He sucks on her bottom lip and Kallian sighs. Her lips part and Das willingly deepens their kiss, tasting her tongue. His hands creep up her back, pressing her into him, a hand curling around the base of her neck. She gasps into his lips, hips rocking. 

    They break their kiss for a moment, both panting, pupils dilated wide with desire.

    “Now, that’s what I call kiss,” Das says breathlessly.

    “Who says we need to stop,” Kallian says in a sultry tone. Her fingers slide between his damp locks and she settles into his lap for more.

    The fire burns low, but the heat between them burns bright and hot. 

[enchantment1385]

Because I will find ANY excuse to talk about them.

And because @tessa1972 was curious.

Gorgeous Das belongs to @heraldofwho

This is all from my POV, @heraldofwho‘s opinion could be totally different! 

Have a tag: @sassylavellen @tessa1972 @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth @dreadhobo @keeperscompanionsdai @john-cousland @dickeybbqpit @shield-maiden-of-sherwood @welcome-to-gaydas @thejeeperswife @gugle1980 @my-da-phase Wanna do one too @heraldofwho ?

[musingmycelium]

✓ if you are still doing these, any of yours + any of mine :-)

da’ean on das - [sighing loudly] “He has this, smile, that means he’s about to say something completely horrible but so stupidly funny it’s gonna cause everyone who gets to hear it to completely lose their shit. It’s devilish and so, so attractive. Das is a rogue with a secret heart of gold and that, that’s attractive too.”

[veridium]

D A S  D A V A R R I S 

“He made me uneasy. Head always down but eyes always defiant. A silent reproach was all he was to the rest of us. Made some of us angry and the rest of us uncomfortable. He would take kicks and insults lying down – but he’d always stand between dad and mum as if dad wasn’t twice his height and four times his weight. None of us ever had the balls to do that.”

- Carrian, about his brother Das

I am delighted to share my commissioned moodboard for @heraldofwho‘s Das Davarris, a smart-mouthed elf that I immediately fell for when studying up! I had to choose him because his aesthetics and story are so engrossing. So, thank you friend for giving me the treat of making you a moodboard! I hope you like it!

Want a Moodboard, Aesthetic Post, or OC Playlist? Tip Me on Ko-Fi

[impossible-rat-babies]

✓ for Darva or Dimitri about Das? (If you're still doing them. If not, feel free to ignore and delete. :-))

Both? Both is good!

Darva: “He talks fast, which I like. Engaging, all over the place--holds you attention even if he does it to try and keep his own attention focused. I could listen to him talk all day if we both could keep up. I guess we share that trait, huh? Always having to do something. But Das is fun, interesting. I...I like him. Bet he’d be fun to spare with.” He smiles brightly.

Dimitri: “Das reminds me of Daniel when he was five years old. Talks quickly, has so many questions. Creators, the talking...how his tongue hasn’t fallen out of his mouth yet is beyond me. At least he does think; his head is full of things all the time.” Dimitri stops, biting his lip. “He's got alienage kid written all over him--saw plenty of it in Kirkwall living there. Daniel has a spark of it too, the feeling of searching for a place to belong. I hope Das finds it.”

[ironbullsmissingeye]

How about "let me help you with that" for Shok and Das?

Okay!

Shokrakar stumbled around his room, knocking over him desk, his candles, anything in his pathway. His arms held up in the wait, pressed against his horns, tangled into a tight buttonless shirt Josephine told him to wear. He couldn’t get his horns through the collar, or his arms. He had become stuck but was to embarrassed to call for help. He heard the door open, and footsteps grow louder.

“Shok are you- what the fuck?”

”Uh…hi, Das.”

“What happened to you?”

“I got stuck in this shirt.”

“How?”

“Random guess, but I’m going to say because of my horns.”

“Let me help you with that.”

Das held in a laugh as he walked over to Shokrakar. He guided him to the bed and sat him down gently. Making sure he didn’t trip or fall. He pulled the shirt up, away from Shokrakar’s arms and horns. Shokrakar took a deep breath, sighing in relief. He shook his arms, trying to get feeling back in the. He felt like he had been stuck like that for hours.

“Better?”

“Yes…thank you.”

“Did you need something?”

“You were due in the war room two hours ago, they sent me to find you.

”“I’ve been stuck for two hours?”

“Looks that way.”

“Fuck.”

Shokrakar and Das looked at each other, silent for a moment, then both burst out into tears of laughter. Leaning on each other as tears rolled down their cheeks.

[hurl-a-can]

[icylook]

Posted on AO3 🌷

@hurl-a-can a fic for Das, as a continuation of this lovely art from earlier event 💙 Zevraholics OC Kiss Week 2023 ✨

Vergil stretches with his arms up, pulling and holding, until he feels his spine pop. Something shifts pleasantly and he lets out a soft sigh, leaning back on the big pillows. The fabric feels nice on his slightly damp skin, a cool breeze wafting from the open balcony of the Inquisitor’s chambers. The air is chilly but he’s not bothered by it. Clear mountain air is still preferable over the dusty smell of underground.

He stares up at the stone ceiling, silently enjoying the lull of an afterglow of good sex. Of being able to touch and be touched in return. Of seeing how the pleasure clouds the eyes of the man in his arms and feeling that delicious thrill himself.

Vergil looks at the man sprawled beside him, slowly taking in on the expanse of dark skin of his back. His legs are twisted in the sheets, leaving his shapely butt on display. A very nice, pliable butt. Then, there are muscular thighs he just couldn’t leave alone and had to mark with his lips and teeth. 

There are smaller and bigger spots he left in between scars on Das’ skin. The man repaid him with red lines of his blunt nails over Vergil’s pale skin and a few lovely bruises of his own. Silently, Vergil revels in the small pain they brought him. 

Coppery curls spill over Das shoulders and Vergil’s fingers twitch. He has to lock in the desire to run his hands through those lush strands. His hair is as soft as it looks, the silky feel of it twisted over his hand when he held Das’ head when he drank in his voice, their bodies working together to come undone.

He hadn’t thought this mission would bring him to the Inquisitor's bed, but here they are. 

Vergil knows it won’t have an impact on their collaboration, perceiving Das as a free spirit - a person who likes to take what he can in a moment and be happy with it.

There’s no place for regret when their goals align in more than one thing.

One amber eye blinks up at him, half of Das’ face hidden in his arms. Vergil sits up slowly, his hand resting near Das. Close enough to touch but not crossing the unspoken line.

“I must say,” Vergil leans over him, the loose strands of his long hair almost touching the top of Das’ head, “I find our talk most satisfactory, Inquisitor Davarris.”

Das huffs a laugh, lazily arching his back and Vergil appreciates the captivating sight of his muscles rolling under his skin. There’s an amused gleam in golden eyes watching him.

“Back to the titles so soon? I’m hurt. I thought we had something deeper than that, Warden Surana.” He teases, his fingers brushing patterns over the back of Vergil’s hand. The touch is brief and playful, gone in a second. 

It lures him in again like it did earlier. Like his sunny personality and the body that can’t stop moving.

He shouldn’t overstay his welcome. It’ll stay as a casual thing, a memory of an enthusiastic and open lover that kept his pace with him.

“I am sure you’ll live.” Vergil answers lightly, moving away from Das. It’s too tempting to prolong this. His clothes are somewhere on the floor, as his weapons are. He grimaces in displeasure at his own recklessness when his face is turned away from Das. His magic is his greatest weapon but he shouldn’t let it be the only one. 

“You’re leaving already?”

“I do have my own bed.”

“Yes, but I’m not there.”

A blunt invitation. 

Vergil pauses, one brow up as he looks at Das. He bites at his lower lip when he sees Vergil looking, worrying the plush lip slowly and with a purpose. It’s reddened and glistening when he lets it go. It makes a spark of want ignite in Vergil’s gut, again. 

Das sits in the middle of his bed, his body bare. Sheets pool in his lap but hide nothing. An offer, without shame or deceit. As straightforward as it could be.

Vergil looks at the lines of his hips and thighs, flat stomach, chest and strong arms. All painted in freckles, with a faint colour of scars here and there.

He’d like to touch him again.

“A strong argument.” He murmurs, already leaning closer. Das’ smile widens as he meets him halfway, hands reaching for him.

Their lips meet, without hesitation.

Slowly.

He wants to savour it this time. 

Vergil licks at the seams of his mouth and Das lets him in, his hand finding the anchor on Vergil’s nape. It’s easy to slip his tongue in, to feel his movements mirrored by Das. The kiss is unhurried, their breaths mingling with the sound of soft sighs. They part for a while, just to be back to it, hands searching for each other's bodies. To hold on when they give in to the feeling of pleasure washing over them again.

In the end, Vergil decides to stay the night in Das’ bed. 

It’s one of the most pleasant times during their shared mission.

[theoldforbiddenplace]

...just doodles. A couple of sketches that were supposed to become...something...but probably won’t, not for now at least, since the related headcanons are still a work in progress. Also the spoons are low. But there’s ideas for Das’s Halamshiral outfit (also a WIP) & there’s Viv, so I threw the tiniest bit of colour on it and I’m posting it anyway.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Also life would be so much easier and these would be so much prettier with a tablet.)

[october-rosehip]

More sketchbook warmups! First, Solomon Trevelyan, who belongs to @mocha-writes, looking like Cullen must have just said something.

Second, Das Davarris, who belongs to @heraldofwho. I was trying to figure out his very good nose, but I think I annoyed him.

[hurl-a-can]

Aww...

Das is a bit overwhelmed. He didn't expect such a warm welcome. Let alone any starry eyed looks. I mean...

- he’s kinda self-conscious about being Avernus’s ‘test nug’ and about looking so very...blighted - he’s got a reputation for being ‘fuck weird’, ‘half gone already’ and, with superiors at least, ‘problematic’ (his Tevinter related agendas, Solas related agendas, old Inquisition ties...) - shit gets weird real quick with him around in a fight ...he feels bad for them all already, they’re gonna be so disappointed.

I’M SCREAMING