#brona's bloom

[suranastair]

In Peace, Vigilance

[plasticfreckles]

🪶 treasure hoard rookanis enjoy 🪶

It's starting to feel cluttered, in his back corner of the pantry. All light sources are transferred to overturned produce crates or candlenails on the walls.

By his head, his favored coffee cups. If he has them here, the others won't break them accidentally.

To his feet, his ever-growing collection of gifts from Rook. Not large enough for a dragon hoard, not small enough for assorted presents.

A Wyvern Hoard, then.

The tea service. He doesn't even like tea, but she hadn't known that back then.

The wyvern tooth dagger he doesn't dare to bring along to jobs for fear of losing it or worse, damaging it.

The basket of dyed druffalo yarn, untouched save for the bright blue bundle, to knit a wrapsweater for her.

A small box of trinkets for Spite to rifle through when he is asleep.

Books she finds and thinks of him. Those she borrows and then returns, along with long lists of annotations about the most random aspects of the stories.

A brown tourmaline, whittled to resemble a coffee bean and put on a small-linked golden chain that Lucanis hasn't the heart to tell Rook is too short for his neck.

Grindstones tailored to the materials of each of his blades, numerous cutting oils.

The ribbon she got him specifically to tie his hair out of the way while cooking.

Flowers.

Flowers?

Blue buds sit in a tall glass, trimmed and watered and arranged with care, fallen petals folded over the rim of the glass.

Smell like milk thistle. And Rook. Healing and chocolate. Blight and pain. Rook got flowers.

They weren't here when he last left the pantry, no half-hour ago.

"Lucanis, I could use your- are you all right?"

When he turns to look at Rook, suddenly spawned in the doorframe, he realizes he'd stood uselessly, listlessly, in the middle of the pantry. Whatever help she meant to ask of him is forgotten, as she steps closer and rubs his arm.

Sometimes it gives him whiplash, how quickly their attentions toward one another shifted, how casually she reaches for him now and how eagerly he turns into her touch.

"Did you get me flowers?"

"Yeah." Like he was stating the color of the moon. "I got them from the Wetlands. Antoine and Evka tracked down somebody who could help find the Gloom Howler. Davrin wanted to talk to them." A pause. She looks him square in the face and he can't rein in his expression.

She'd gotten him flowers.

No one has ever gotten him flowers. Flowers that grow strong and beautiful in spite of their environment. Flowers in the very shade of blue she paints her nails with. Flowers that heal.

Rook saw a plant in the wild and thought of him.

He feels dizzy, all of a sudden.

"Brona's Bloom," she says. Scratches at the side of her neck, picking at a scab. Stalling. Hoping that explaining herself will make him react. "They grow there like weeds now. You're not allergic, right? Maybe I should've asked before, but... I wanted to surprise you. I thought you'd appreciate some flowers."

Her fingers squeeze at his arm. Her voice sounds like she's whispering at him from underwater.

When he stills, takes a breath, then another, looks down at her, her brow is knotted with concern and her head tilted.

"Sorry," he starts. Honesty. He didn't want to worry her. "No one's given me flowers before. Thank you."

"Well, I didn't really give them to you. I snuck into your room while you were in the bath and placed them there. Turns out this place doesn't have vases, so I had to improvise. Emmrich let me borrow one of his alchemy jars. He wants it back once they're wilted."

If Lucanis has his way, these flowers will never wilt for the rest of eternity. He knows a glass blower off the Rialto Bay who crystallizes flowers by each petal. There's an idea.

"You took the time to arrange them among my treasured gifts of yours so they would catch my eye when I return."

"They kind of glow, so they would've caught your eye without-"

"Rook." There's a surprised gasp from her when he pulls her close and pecks her cheekbone. "Thank you. This is a gift."

Her fingers slide into his left welt pocket, as they always do. Keeping him close, only a few thin layers between her hand and his stomach, but also loose enough to let him leave.

He's glad she's leaning against his side, covering his right pocket. If she put her fingers there, she would find the earrings he had made for her.

Her arm around the small of his back is cold. Soup for dinner, then. There's still some vegetable broth leftover. Maybe herbcakes to cut up into it. WHY IS SHE COLD? THE WHOLE ROOK IS COLD. He'll fix it. Warm soup for dinner, then blankets and the fireplace as he knits the demon away and she reads the romance he'd swiped from Blackthorne Manor. Maybe he'll pull over one of the seats, and they can share the blanket over their legs.

Spite, draping an arm over Rook's shoulders and leaning his cheek on her head, rolls his eyes at Lucanis until the prospect of entangled legs under wool covers.

"You're welcome, Lucanis," she says. Her chin presses into his ribs. "I'll get you flowers more often. Condition you to no longer be so frozen with surprise."

It makes him laugh. He leans down to kiss her.

"You say that as if you didn't like making me freeze with surprise." Her hand slips out of his pocket, toward his face. She pets his Adam's apple with her thumb. She traps his upper lip between hers. Spite moves a hand through her hair, and she shivers and presses closer.

"I do. I enjoy it thoroughly."

"Come on," he entangles them from each other, reluctantly, and Rook lets it happen just as reluctantly. She leans into Spite's fingertips on her scalp, whether she knows it or not.

But the sight is so enchanting Lucanis forgets why he pulled them apart in the first place.

🪶

[whispers in sten dragon age origins] the treasure hoard was a lie

something something crows offering gifts

you can pick up like 5 bouquets of brona's bloom in the wetlands and so my mind went "penguin pebble the wet eye man". men should get flowers too.

also ive been craving kräuterflädle for weeks now but i don't have the energy to make any and somehow no store within reasonable distance has them anymore all of a sudden.

@lanafofana this is a lil like what we talked about, maybe?

@chubritza our chat is comedy gold <3

[~rina]

[tigereyes45]

Had an idea for an Emmrich x Davrin x Rook fanart piece but since I can't draw I'm just gonna write a fic about it instead. 😆

[sunsetwaltz]

Maybe. They're beautiful. Much like you. Ah, Rook. Hi!

[vigilskeep]

are the flowers in the hossberg wetlands a continuation of whatever andraste’s grace has going on? considering their resistance to the blight and how andraste’s grace helps the mabari survive in dao? it just strikes me that “brona’s bloom” is a very similar name (brona was andraste’s mother’s name)

[miriani-lavellan]

Some interesting little tidbits about the world that are gleaned from Mementos found: It looks like there's already an almost full list here.

After the Exalted March against the Dalish, the Antivan crows signed some kind of treaty or agreement promising to take action if another march against the elves was going to take place. It seems they did 'stand with the Dales' in some form.

The Crow mementos in general seem to indicate when they realised the influence they had, they also began to discuss how they should use that influence, and the responsibilities they had.

When an archdemon is slain, the Grey Wardens recover a fang to keep as a trophy.

The Wardens keep a record called The Book of Ashes to record not the dead, but the Wardens who survived the Blights.

Scrying exists to tell the contents of certain containers or the function of certain magical items.

The Shadow Dragons disguise their manifestos and propaganda as spellbooks, in the hope the Venatori will pick them up and read them without realising what they are, and thus have their mind changed.

The Wardens wear blue because it's a local dye available in the Anderfels - I think we can probably say 'Anderfels Azure' is derived from Brona's Bloom. Poetic, as it's one of 'the first to fade when blight emerges' and that they mell of warm honey and rainy spring mornings—things the blight forgets.' The uniform is a reminder of what the Blight takes, and a hope for its return all the same.

Antivans typically have coffee (with or without an alcoholic addition) after dinner.

The Antivan Crows might once have been the Antivan Ravens. Both birds appear in early motifs, until finally crows won out.

Somehow, Blackwall's carved rocking griffon (or one of them) found its way into the Dellamorte estate.

Early post-Veil writings are found in a source called 'The Days of Death,' in which an ordinary elf records the realities of mortality, and grapples with the new need for food and shelter. Other early writings indicate they were attempting to map their new home.

One of the ways Kal-Sharok survived the Blight was by abandoning the caste system.

There's a scandalous... hit piece? book on the Inquisition, called 'Inquisition Exposed.' It's illustrated. Edit: My bad, it's smut. It's just smut.

In Nevarra, it's popular to give children coming of age a gift of necromantic, allegorical illustrations.

During the Storm Age in Nevarra, there was a trend of artists mixing their own blood into the paints. They were discouraged by the Watches as it kept leading to works of art getting possessed.

There's an undead thief making troubled around Nevarra City known as the 'half-made bandit'. He escaped from an anatomy class.

A Cassandra mention when considering the funeral of a Nevarran prelate.

Some spirits prefer possessing inanimate objects over the living.

Emphasising the Mourn Watch and the Mortalitasi in general's complex relationship with the Chantry, once a (probably possessed) Chasind shaman ended up sheltering with them.

Ancient Qunari did not have horses.

There seems to be, or have been, an element of ancestor worship in Qunari religion.

[pavus]

dascha and her brona's bloom eyes. 🖤

[bossuary]

Brona's Bloom with one leaf more...

[polygone-moi]

Rook character development: trinkets & decorations

@galedekarios tagged me in this wonderful endeavour, thank you so much!

Rules: share what trinkets and decorations your Rook has in their room in the Lighthouse. If you'd like, you can add explanations and headcanons for their chosen keepsakes. Tag as many people as you like!

My Rook, Qamil, led a nomad life, so having furniture where to put trinkets on is a whole experience to her, one she finds weird and fun. I can see her keeping all sorts of objects (those valuables she should sell), whether they mean something to her or not. But among the trinkets that do mean something:

1. Elven Bass 2. Elven Artifact Fragment 3. Glittering Mosaic

As a Qunari raised by an elven mother who herself doesn't know much about elven culture, Qamil's life is one of fragments that don't make a coherent mosaic. But elven trinkets are the ones that bring comfort, since she spent most of her life in Arlathan Forest. The elven bass, specifically, reminds her of her 'father', a man she never knew and who wasn't even her father, but a man her mother loved and lost, and who had allegedly the most wonderful singing voice.

4. Varric's Shaving Mirror

She usually laughs off Varric's praises, but she never realised how lonely she felt until she met him. Like he saw right through her.

5. Exquisite Serpentine Hookah

Qamil is an occasional smoker and is glad to be able to share some quiet moments with Neve.

6. Brona's Bloom Bouquet

Against the overwhelming odds, Qamil just takes the fight one step at a time, never really thinking about the end goal. Those flowers from Hossberg Wetlands, they're the first time she believed they could actually make it.

7. Azure Crow Mask

She just likes the shape and the colour… nothing else to see here.

8. Qunari Face Paint

Qamil finally sought out knowledge about Qunari culture as a young adult. She's still learning, picking and choosing things about the Qun. She's passionate about applying vitaar.

9. Sketches: Horns

She lost her right horn in the Veil Jumper debacle and thought she would just wait for it to grow back, until a wild conversation with Taash and Davrin one night. Why would I necessarily replace it with an identical one, she asked. She kept Davrin's sketch about possible replacement designs.

10. Griffon Lantern

What's not to like about a griffon lantern? There's the proverbial fight of the light against the dark, and also, griffons are so cool.

Not tagging anyone because posting all this already feels too scary, but as always, I'd like to say that I absolutely love learning about others' OCs — especially Rooks — so I'd be very interested in everyone's takes on this.

[galedekarios]

rook character development: trinkets & decorations

rules: share what trinkets and decorations your rook has in their room in the lighthouse. if you'd like, you can add explanations and headcanons for their chosen keepsakes. tag as many people as you like!

leander's keepsakes

1 - brona's bloom bouquet

leander is a grey warden.

but he's not a perfect warden and he would be the first to tell you that he isn't - closely followed by the first warden.

he's impulsive, brash, has a clear and bright view of what he sees as right and what he sees as wrong and how he must act accordingly. he doesn't seem to take the weight of his role too seriously either - but the truth is, he does.

it often seems like their fight is endless. like it's pointless. amounting to nothing than a horrible death.

but the flowers that bloomed in the hossberg wetlands, near lavendel, and the lives they saved there, are a first true sign of something tangible, something more than hope ephemeral.

2 - antivan coffee maker

a gift from lucanis.

lucanis, who thought neve's tastes (or lack thereof) were bad, hadn't yet seen what leander willingly drinks and eats.

3 - griffon crest

leander was born in tevinter, his mother and father were both elven slaves in a moderately rich household in vol dorma. vol dorma deals with darkspawn incursions, the imperial city close to the border to the anderfels, with weisshaupt in reach.

his family made plans to flee to the anderfels. the people there, they say, can live on the merits of their work, rather than their race. his mother died in the attempt and his father died on the road.

a small patrol of grey wardens saved him and took him to one of the grey warden settlements in anderfels - not so dissimilar from lavendel - called eichweill, where he will later, much later, meet evka and antoine.

as he grows, leander does what little he can. house work, pig farming, yet he always managed to get into trouble - stealing, lashing out.

it was all supposed to be different.

living in eichweill, he took on the name of the grey warden who saved him. thorne. the crest is one such thing he... borrowed. a keepsake of old warden thorne. he tells himself it's not sentimental. it's practical. safe. a vint name is not.

4 - novella collection

leander joins the book club not so long after it forms.

at first, simply dropping in, listening to the others. bellara always manages to make him smile. later, he picks up the books they read. the book are stacked on his drawer. when they can, both he and emmrich take turns to read chapters of the books to each other - though emmrich does it better. or perhaps, he just likes emmrich's voice.

5 - exquisite serpentine hookah

a gift from neve.

perfect for winding down after a mission, if time permits such indulgences.

perfect to be shared, too.

6 - dalish nug sculpture

a gift from davrin.

carved for leander after encouraging him to find his turlum with assan - and perhaps an offering to mend their broken relationship.

they had known in each other at weisshaupt, yet a secret mission entrusted to davrin set them on different paths.

7 - toy griffon

like the vase of brona's bloom, it's a reminder who and what leander is doing this for, despite his crippling fear of a warden's ultimate fate.

8 - varric's shaving mirror

wardens should keep it casual. friendly, but casual. it's easier to not get attached to things. to people.

leander does try to live by this motto - same as davrin. yet he's quite exceptionally bad at it. he didn't set out to grow attached to varric, but he did.

varric's advice, his companionship and the camaraderie, is invaluable to leander.

9 - tapestry: protectors

the tapestry shows a grey warden in the role leander would like to think about most: a protector. a shield. someone risking it all to save others.

not... whatever becomes of them - whatever will become of him - when the calling beckons.

10 - tapestry: the soul's journey

a gift from emmrich.

leander is deathly afraid of the end. he fears the calling above all. it's one thing to die and give your life for a cause, this is another beast entirely.

this fear, this thought that consumes him entire, is something that emmrich notices and one that he offers help to deal with.

many evenings find both of them talking for hours and hours - or rather emmrich talks of the soul and its journey, the beliefs of the nevarrans, of the mourn watch, and leander listens.

it brings leander more comfort than he could express to emmrich.

tagging:

@messiahzzz, @cytharat, @polygone-moi, @guillotinethechantry, @lord--inquisitor

@girlwithadragonheart, @fuzzy-set, @weaveandwood, @evenstar-crescentmoon, @randomthursday

@happilyobsessing, @splendidduchess, @sunnysorcerer, @the-funkiest-penguin, @feykiller

@sotc, @aldwirs, @starrose17

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[dreamywritingdragon]

Fake Veilguard Banter: the affair of the flowers

Am I cooked enough to create fake banter between Lucanis and Ysleen if she was a companion? Yes, Yes, I am.

Ysleen: There were flowers in my room when I woke up this morning. Lucanis: Oh? Ysleen: Shroud's kiss, a whole bouquet of them! I had only ever seen them in the Memorial Gardens. Harding said she didn't grow them. Do you think Emmrich brought them back? Lucanis: How would I know? Ysleen: Well, you went with him last time he visited the Necropolis, didn't you? Lucanis: I did. Ysleen: So...

Ysleen: It wasn't Emmrich. Lucanis: I'm sorry? Ysleen: The flowers. I asked, he said it wasn't him. Lucanis: Did he...tell you anything else? Ysleen: He didn't sell you out, if that's what you're afraid of. Lucanis: Good. Wait. Ysleen: Ahah! So it was you! I owe Neve those five gold pieces.

Lucanis: So you and Neve bet on who those flowers were from? Ysleen: Not exactly...I asked her for help figuring out who had brought them to my room. Davrin was the one who suggested the bet. Lucanis: Ah. Ysleen: For what it's worth, I'm glad they were from you. Lucanis (Spite): Will bring. More. Flowers.

Ysleen: There were flowers again! Brona's bloom, this time! Lucanis: Ah. Ysleen: And just after you went with Rook to the Wetlands...Strange, don't you think? Lucanis: Mmmh... Ysleen: Anyways, they're really pretty and smell divine! Thank you. Lucanis: I'm glad you like them. Lucanis (Spite): Spite. Helped.

[mythalsknickers]

WIP Wednesday

I got tagged by @vir-tanadahl 🥰 It might be a bit of a cop out since i posted a later installment of this for @thedissonantverses (Consider yourself tagged if you like) Wednesday Writing Challenge. However I figure this might be a good chance to drop a wip for my Athras Mercar fic A Soul's Spillway (title might change) Idk yet. This is scene is immediately afterwards where as the scene for WWC was like a week later. Word count is 1306  As for official tags, I don't have any tag me if you want me to see your WIPS though :) Divider is by @dreadfutures from this post

The fire warmed her as she stood at the table carefully cutting the ingredients she needed. Her hand tightened around the knife, the tears burning her eyes were unwanted. Damn that  pompous altus bastard for making her care again about his sorry too rich for her own good hide. She stabbed  the knife into the table. 

“Ugh! I hope the maker spits on you! Fuck you Ashur Vesperian!” She screamed, doubling up her fist and shaking it. There was a moment where she almost swung at the stone that made up the fireplace. Another frustrated groan she turned back to the table. She was a Soporati of Tevinter. She reminded herself slowly walking back to the ingredients.

“Through the Ward of Brona’s Bloom..” the delicate blue petals went into the mortar with a little bit of sugar. “The mercy of Barbwood’s bite” the dark bark followed suit with another pinch of sugar. “And Crystal’s Grace, sped by Royal’s salve.” the poem rolled off her tongue as she added one more final pinch of his sugar. As much as she wanted to punch Ashur for being so incredibly stupid, she did not want him to suffer needlessly from an overly bitter potion. Bit by bit she ground the ingredients until they were a fine powder. The door of the pantry opened, and at this hour.. Her golden eyes glanced to her left, the Crow had come out of his pantry and for once Lucanis did look rested. Her fingers tightened around the mortar.  Exhaling slowly she forced her hand to loosen. It had been a judgement call and the prayer of faith in her own people. A city that had no military, built entirely on canals as opposed to the incredibly broken home she had known that had two militaries, a resistance group, and a floating palace that more often than naught used the lasers on its own citizens. A blighted dragon should not have been a problem… but the venatori. Her hand tightened around the pestle, wood  digging into her hand. Damn it all, she had hoped they would have been better than that. As broken as Minrathous was. Salt burned her eyes as she stared into the mortar. They should have been better than that. To turn a blighted dragon on the city.

“Athras!” The voice carried a hint of an edge, something to break the emotional storm. The pestle fell to the table with a thump as she jumped, her hands going to her sides instinctively. Amber eyes met worried Brown eyes. Damn those eyes. “About Minrathous–” she took a breath picking up the Pestle.

“Please don’t Lucanis. I stand by my decision to go help Treviso–” He had moved off to the side, towards the coffee pot and she continued to work the mixture. “That does not mean you are not allowed to grieve.” Her eyes snapped to the crow, narrowing just a fraction. Her father’s words came back to the forefront of her mind. “Do Crows grieve? I have heard you train your emotions back.”  there was no venom to it but it was certainly a quip. Setting the pestle down she gently moved her fingers through the powdered ingredients checking for anything not reduced to the fine powder, there was a sigh by him as he came back over to the table. “Yes, though it may not seem like it.” Her eyes flicked to his for a moment watching him before carefully measuring the powder in multiple vials.

“I am sorry, you did not deserve my bite.” The silence was broken as she looked through the vials, his hand waved this time though she did not relent. “I know, I am allowed to be hurt and to grieve…” her pause hung between them as she carefully poured lyrium into the vials. “Minrathous was broken long before the false gods, and really we only have-” Her voice caught as she forced the words out. “-ourselves to blame.” The vial swirled in her fingers, the color changing from a lyrium blue to a more restorative blue.  “It is hard to mourn when you knew it was coming, even if you didn’t want to believe it, and tears will not help anyone right now.” One by one she laid the vials on a rack, tucking her dominant foot behind her, she pivoted laying the rack down over the fire, her eyes closing for a moment. If the maker was really there, if he could just listen just this once. Tarquin’s words filled her brain.

“He took a claw to the gut. A claw from a blighted dragon. Think about that!”  Tears welled up as she stared into the fire. It was her fault. She had abandoned a city that never felt like home, and the youngest, most liberal divine in the history of the Imperium was blighted. “That dignitary almost died, Mecar! It was a simple scouting and guarding mission!” All she did was ruin things, even her successes put others in the line of fire. Her breath stuttered as she gripped her knees. Some Shadow Dragons had run-ins with them… She squeezed her eyes tight. All she could do was finish the potions, and make Ashur take one. The rest she could give to Tarquin, he’d make sure Ashur took them. “You are an elf, Athras. You must be better in every metric. Never allow them to doubt you.” Another shaky breath as she stared into the fire. An Elf and Soporati…and a worthless one at that. A dull knife, a broken fang. All she did was ruin everything. The flames licked her gloves, and for a moment she could feel the flame as she pulled the tray out and set it back on the table. The liquid in the vials glistened a vibrant gold, the one thing she could do that didn’t turn to ash in her wake. Lucanis said something she saw his lips move but she couldn’t hear them.  The fire crackled, the coffee pot was brewing…one by one the sounds came back.

“Did…you say something Lucanis?” Reaching up her fingers moved through her curls. “I asked when you last slept, and if you would like some coffee.” She could feel his gaze and she looked over her shoulder expecting judgement only to be met with…concern. Her brows knitted for a moment. “Coffee sounds lovely actually.” She quietly pulled out a chair sitting down leaning on the table. “You are not going to dodge that first question.” She raised a brow at him watching as he pulled out…no a Tevene cezve.

“No telling Neve this exists.” She bit her lip watching him grind the coffee beans down. “You know–” His eyes narrowed at her and she bit her lip again going back to looking over the potions. Tevene coffee, she has not had that since she left Minrathous a year ago. “Three days, since I am not going to dodge that question.” She finally relented, admittedly the last three nights had filled her notebook, and she needed to go to Treviso and get a new one. Oh, how quickly had it happened, the last time she bought sketching supplies, at Ashur’s insistence had been at a market she could not even afford, he paid for it. Yet her whole day in Treviso getting a new notebook was already planned. 

A cup of coffee was placed in front of her and the screeching of a chair against the floor pulled her out of her thoughts. Picking up the cup she just smelled it. No acidic lingering taste of blood magic, lyrium tasting rain. It didn’t bring to memory the thoughts of H-Tevinter. Taking a small breath she took a sip, her nose wrinkling at the shock of the bitterness. Bitter to harden the soul, that was what she had told herself.

[tigereyes45]

I wish I could draw so I could do a picture of the scene that was in my head. I don't have the skill under my belt however so here's this fanfic instead! This was the fic I mentioned in this post.

Summary:

Rook, Davrin, and Emmrich agree to help Evka and Antoine out with some things in order to get some quiet time in the cave filled with Brona's Bloom after they've saved the world. It's well worth it.

Preview of fic:

Rook lowers the cup. They stare deep into the shaking liquid. What stares back in a face they finally recognize. The person they weren’t sure they wanted to become, but who Varric knew they could be. A hero.

An easy smile appears across the reflection. Here they are, after the blights, dreaming of a better future, with Davrin and Emmrich. Maybe they can have everything?

Varric would warn against such hopeful thinking. The world never stops taking. It was one of his many lessons, but he also always told them that if they were ever unsure to look into that handheld mirror and see the face of a hero.

They don’t really feel like a hero, but for now they’ll let themselves sit in their delusions and dream of a future where everything goes right and they never lose anyone again.

“To great stories!” Rook cheers, shoving their cup into the air as they push down the somberness of their thoughts.

Emmrich smiles softly. “To love stories, my dears.” His cup meets Falwyn’s.

Davrin pushes himself up off his side. He grabs his empty cup and taps it against theirs. “To peaceful moments like this,” Davrin looks around at all the flowers. His eyes linger on the three. “And to surviving the blight to end all blights!”

[sunsetwaltz]

Brona Blooms

[happilyobsessing]

Weiler de Riva Character Development: Trinkets and Decorations

Thank you to @galedekarios for tagging me in their wonderful post about Leander's Keepsakes. I'm looking forward to sharing how Weiler has decorated her room!

Rules: share what trinkets and decorations your rook has in their room in the lighthouse. if you'd like, you can add explanations and headcanons for their chosen keepsakes. tag as many people as you like!

Weiler's Keepsakes

Display on Antivan Griffons

Travelling back to the dock at D'Meta's Crossing, Weiler spotted this abandoned rocking griffon. She swallowed hard around the lump that formed in her throat and hoisted the toy up into her arms, ignoring Neve's protests about practicality. Weiler sat in the boat - hunched over this wooden griffon, tracing the carved initials T. R. - and swore she would not allow another town to be lost.

Brona's Bloom Bouquet

Since the the desperate attempt to stop Solas' ritual resulted in the release of the Evanuris and catapulted the spread of the Blight, Weiler has carried the tiresome burden of her guilt. Each victory has been tainted - how can she celebrate her success whilst the Blight still spreads? But the pale blue petals, curved like butterfly wings, fill her with a startling hope and a determination like nothing she has felt before. She feels bad asking Evka and Antione for a handful of the blossoms, but they are gracious enough to offer a thick cutting to take with her.

Varric's Shaving Mirror

Varric was the first person to truly understand Weiler. He never apologised for her, never allowed her to make excuses for herself, and but gave her the space and grace to make mistakes to discover who she wanted to be. Whilst she may struggle to face herself he always looked at her with pride.

Antaam Command Pin

This trophy reminds Weiler of her power and her capability. Her strength and brutal force make her an intimidating foe, but it is the trust that she building in herself and her refusal to stand to the side when needed that makes her truly exceptional.

Seafood Spread

Marine lobster, jumbo tiger prawns, king crab, sprinkled with a generous squeeze of lemon. There are few treats that Weiler enjoys more after a long mission, although she does wonder if her fish in the aquarium realise what she is eating in front of them.

Exquisite Serpentine Hookah

Weiler has become a regular smoker (of tabacco and cannabis) since her freedom from House Kortez. She will partake most evenings, but finds that as leadership takes its toll and she becomes stressed and snappish, she craves the floating mindlessness more and more. Her friends become concerned and ultimately the hookah will be removed for her health.

Antivan Decanter

A beautiful decanter that Weiler has shamelessly requisitioned "for the war effort" from the Cantori Diamond. How else should she pour her liquor? She will blame Viago and Teia for improving her standards.

Grappling Hook

This cream-based liqueur has quickly become one of Weiler's favourites. Sweet and smooth, it tastes of almonds for a pleasing nod to dessert and pastry. She enjoys to fuck with Viago by slipping it to his coffee and making him panic thinking that he has been poisoned.

Glittering Mosaic

Harding used to argue with Varric that Weiler's nickname should have been 'Magpie'. Obsessed with treasures and sparkling trinkets, Weiler could not help herself from bringing this mosaic back to her room. After smoking, she will recline on her green chaise lounge and spend hours watching the candlelight bounce off of the golden tiles.

Funeral Rites

Meeting Emmrich and learning more about Nevarran attitudes towards death, Weiler has been surprised to find that these beliefs soothe an anxiety in her soul that she has about dying. She finds peace in the chanting of the rites, especially as she is being pressed into the sofa underneath Emmrich's touch, his kisses, as he sighs the words against the crook of her neck as his hands slide beneath her shirt.

I'm not going to tag anyone specifically, but please feel free to tag me if you are inspired to have a go at this! I'd love to read more about everyone's Rooks and their Grand Designs/The Sims room decor simulations.

[pinayelf]

I did a quest for lavendel (the blowing up the Blight cyst one) and took dav and neve and right after when we met up with evka and antoine, davrin was sitting in the little plot of brona's bloom and now I'm just. thinking of doing a piece where he and biyaya are cuddling in a field of brona's bloom.......