#davrin headcanons

[loveandfictionforall]

Prompt: Davrin, caught in the rain, angsty but romantic :)

Their relationship was on a rocky path. Directly after recruting Davrin, you had to make the tough choice between Minrathous and Treviso. It made the whole team dynamic change. Neve wouldn't come back for a while, Lucanis was often tense, resulting to more appearances of Spite and that in turn made Davring tense. You could hear them often arguing, bordering on being mean to each other while they wound themselves up. It was a reason why you never went with both of them on missions, even when it would be most profitable. Every choice you made, gave you the feeling, Davrin disapproved of them. Sometimes he even voiced it.

So it was really surprising when he requested you to walk with him through the Arlathan Forest.

To be honest, it was really uncomfortable. Assan was flying about, always being near but far enough that he was always in your eyesight. The same didn't go for Davrin, who walked beside you in a brisk walk, tense shoulders and deafining silence. It made you uncomfortable. At first it was because it was *him*. You knew you had your differences but your heart didn't want to listen. Instead it hammered away, making your stomach squirm with those dreadful butterflies and you could always feel your cheeks getting redder by the second when he looked at you or you appreciated him while he was sparring in the open - without a shirt on. No, you shouldn't think about it. There would never come something out of it. And that thought made your stomach churn and your heart shudder in pain.

"Sooooo...", you began, awkwardly swinging your arms. "Why am I here?"

Davrin shoot you a side-eye glance. "I didn't make you come, you can always go.", was his response. A answer that made you gulp. You could feel how your heart sank into your stomach. Awkwardly you coughed slightly. So he didn't want to repair the strained bond?

"Uhm... Now I'm so far away from the Eluvian, I have no reason leave you here.", your reasoning didn't even make sense and you winced when you saw how Davrin raised an eyebrow at you. You coughed again slightly. Uncomfortable you bit on your lip, your sigh travelling past Davrin but snapping back to him when he heaved a big sigh.

"Look..", he started and turned his eyes away. "I though maybe we could talk. You could be a good leader...-", your eyes got bigger. You could feel how your emotions mixed together into a unhealty ball of anger.

"I *could* be a good leader? Are you saying I'm not doing good work?", you questioned him and by the way he furrowed his brows, you could already see the answer in him.

"No, you're not.", his voice shot clean like an arrow. Irritated you huffed.

"Yeah, you would be so much better. Do you know how difficult and destroying it is to make those tough decisions and knowing you can't help everyone?", you bit back in anger. The conversation shouldn't happen like that. Davrin and you shouldn't be so angry at each other.

"I would be better.", he snapped back, turning to you in his anger while stopping dead in the tracks. "Did you see Neve? How she looks? You're doubting every decision you made and that makes her only more angry at you! Have you even talked to her?" His words cut you deep. Mixed with your unrequited and dumb feelings, you just wanted to cry. You even had no words to say anymore.

And while you two were so focused on each other, you didn't notice how the normally clear blue sky turned grey and stormy. If you had noticed it, you would have even wondered when it last rained or even stormed in Arlathan. Everytime you were there, it was sunny and warm. So it took you both by surprise when the first rain drop landed on your nose. You hadn't even time react before the sky opened and rain poured heavy onto the ground, accompanied with heavy growling in the sky.

With wide eyes you stared up to Davrin who looked as shocked as you. Quickly he grabbed your arm before running straight through the woods. Some of the branches smacked you dead in the face while you still followed blindly Davrin.

"What are you doing?", you screamed against the heavy downpour and loud thunder.

"There is a cave.", was his own scream as he tugged your arm with him through the forest. You were focused on your legs, trying to catch up since Davrins longer legs were faster than yours. When he stopped, you weren't quick enough and instead you ran against Davrins wet, but lean form. And then you noticed, that the sounds were a bit muffled, no rain was slapping on your wet head and it was darker than before.

Before you could even say something, Davrin let go of your arm and instead worked through his hair. You felt breathless, staring at him while he looked past you.

"Look.", he stared again and involuntarily you tensed. His eyes met yours.

"I'm sorry. I should have said that. It was wrong from me. You aren't a bad leader and I see how much you're struggling with everything. It just makes me so angry that you don't talk to me..- I mean, to us. Instead you just try to help everybody but not yourself.", when Davrin finished, he finally met your eyes.

"You want that I talk to you?", to be honest you hadn't heard past that. It was like your body wasn't able to, your heart fluttering in hope.

"You never talk with me.", he quietly admitted.

"I though, you don't like me.", your honesty shocked him, you could see it by his eyes widening.

"What? No! I really like you!”, Davrin stopped dead in his tracks until he suddenly cursed in a language you couldn’t understand. What you could understand, was how your body reacted to his words. You didn’t want to hope but every fiber of your being did it anyway.

“I like you too.”, you quietly admitted, your voice small and shy. It was the hearty, warm chuckle of Davrin who made you look up. Not that you could see a lot since he grabbed you in a firm grip and pulled you towards him in a deep and reassuring hug.

“We are some idiots.” Davrin declared as he pulled you closer, tucking you under his chin and pressing a soft kiss on your head.

“Do you want to go out with me? On a date? Only if you want? I know a beautiful lake here that I know you would love.” It was cute how Davrin stammered, tumbling over his words. You could hear his heart beating, faster than normal, matching yours really good.

“I would love to.”, you whispered.

[therookandthecrow]

I was thinking more about my headcanon on Davrin's crush on Lucanis, and that he carves a wyvern for him and leaves it on the nightstand in his room because he's heard that Lucanis loves wyverns. While it is a sweet gesture, Lucanis doesn't know how to accept such a gift, because he clearly knows that Davrin is into him, but he's got his heart set on Rook by that point, and doesn't know how to let him down gently.

He does keep it on his nightstand, because it was sweet of him to give such a gift, but, at the end of the day, he's getting into a relationship with Rook and thinking about said Rook much of the time. It's a parallel to how Lucanis was rejected by Viago after he'd gifted him daggers, at least Lucanis thought that he was rejected by Viago for that gesture. It just comes to show, no matter how handsome and charming you are, anyone can be rejected.

I like to think that they have a heart-to-heart late-game, and Davrin confesses that he did have a thing for Lucanis, which was actually far more than a crush, but he had fallen for him, but he didn't want to come in between what was happening between him and Rook, because he saw the way that he looks at Rook, and he sees how Rook makes him happy.

In the fic for my canon Rook, I like to think that Lucanis tells Davrin that he sees him as a good friend, and that he is truly sorry that he can't offer him anything more than friendship. He'd also thank him for the gift formally, after he explains that he didn't know how to receive such a gift, and that it was sweet of him to do that and that he'd probably not have accepted it out of shame, because he doesn't reciprocate his feelings.

It's something that I want to explore in my fic, when I write it, because I am apparently not good at managing my time well between playing the game and writing stuff.

[therookerydatv]

It's been days since I've touched Veilguard on my Ingellvar playthrough, but I started again tonight and it took a second to get the ball rolling but it got rolling. This playthrough I will finish and I will romance Lucanis.

But because I'm obsessed with Davrin I was thinking about Davrin headcanons, and wondering whether or not he sings Assan to sleep at the Lighthouse, because Assan probably doesn't like sleeping alone. Because he'd probably cuddle up with his siblings no? And then I thought about Agni (My Rook Aldwir) walking in on him singing Assan to sleep for a nap on afternoon and I

[iivieberry]

Didn’t plan on posting it at first but Veilguard’s companions headcanons !!!!!!

You can find the version without the panties on my Twitter bluesky and Patreon 🧡

[emmg]

Lucanis is 100% the passport dad of the group. He has a color-coded folder of everyone's documents, a pen, a backup pen, and snacks. He’s already memorized the gate number, and honestly, he’s just tired. Tired of all of them.

Meanwhile, Harding and Taash are at the duty-free perfume counter, trying to huff their way into new allergies. "What if I sprayed this directly into my eyes?" "Only one way to find out."

Davrin and Assan have declared war on a vending machine that ate his money.

Emmrich is in the VIP lounge, where he’s sipping a $20 coffee and having a full-blown academic debate with Johanna who happens to be taking the same flight. It’s about something absurd, like "Does the number of airport Wi-Fi bars correlate with societal decay?" Hezenkoss did not come to play, and now the barista is their unwilling moderator.

Neve’s at the bar. She’s on her third martini and halfway through some case files, glaring at anyone who so much as looks like they might strike up a conversation. She’s also definitely pretending she doesn’t know any of them.

And Bellara? Bellara is just gone. Like, not even in the airport anymore. Somehow she’s ended up in a completely different country. There’s a 50/50 chance she’s fine and living her best life, or she’s single-handedly causing an international incident. Wherever she is, she has absolutely no regrets.

[demigoddessqueens]

sex & love with the veilguard

—-Headcanons for each of the companions

PAIRINGS - Neve, Taash, Emmrich, Davrin, Harding, Lucanis, Bellara x Rook

NSFW 18+ SMUT

Masterlist 12

Neve 🩵

𝑠ℎ𝑒 cannot fathom that one such as you has fallen for her, and vice versa, but she would never give you up, service top who wants to see how good she makes you feel

Taash 💙

they are a protective lover who is also be a certified neck kisser and is a glutton for the extra attention you always give

Emmrich

𝒉𝒆 adores all of you wholeheartedly, shamelessly moaning into your kisses and pulls you closer when your legs wrap around him

Davrin

𝒉𝒆 lives in the moment, always headstrong and passionate for you, who grabs at life with you, grabs onto your hips and worships your chest when he can

Harding

𝑠ℎ𝑒 feels safe in getting to love you, having avoided two cataclysmic events in your lifetime, it makes up for the gentle hours into the morning when you make love

Lucanis

𝒉𝒆 might as well worship the ground you walk on, hopelessly devoted to you and always stares in adoration at the noises you make when you’re on top of him

Bellara

𝑠ℎ𝑒 adores you and looks forward to a life built together with you; in the more romantic aspect, I can see her being more a switch and exploring whatever desires you both have

[mochimaster]

I'm convinced at some point Lucanis thought it would be funny give Manfred a kitchen knife to run around with just to see prim & proper Emmrich get a little worked up but didn't expect for Manfred to suddenly start chasing poor Assan so that led to Emmrich, Rook, AND Davrin all chasing Fred across the Lighthouse.

(Revived) Manfred: "ASSAN ASSAN ASSAN-"

Emmrich: "GET BACK HERE, MANFRED, RIGHT NOW!"

Rook: "MANFRED, LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER THIS INSTANT!"

[ellie-writes-games]

Lucanis Lunchboxes Entry 6: Assan's First Catch

What if Lucanis packed Rook lunchboxes with little notes in them throughout the main story?

So I have a feeling that Spite would definitely have been able to smell something off about the Gingerwort Truffles, and an earlier draft of this mentioned this as well as some reflection from Lucanis that it was too bad it wasn't potent enough to be a decent poison. But it got long so I shortened it down.

Part of an on-going series of fan-writings. See the Masterlist here.

***This is some fanfiction/fanart from an elder millennial (me) who is stuck in Thedas. These are NOT actual screenshots from the game.

[beetlethebug]

hello today my thoughts are consumed by Spite flirting with Emmrich and Lucanis to rile up Rook. Even better with a Rook without Spirit Sense, so they can only gauge what's going from the occasional lapse of Lucanis' control over Spite and the blushing, near-stuttering messes they become. Especially during meals with the whole Veil Guard. Spite learning some sense of subtlety through osmosis, so he starts with compliments. Granted, Spite's "subtle" compliments are typically ones without expletives, so they are still intense and heated and, if they catch Emmrich at the right time, enough to make his voice stutter.

He starts by stating the things Lucanis already likes about Emmrich. Things that they both hold in high on the list of things they appreciate about Emmrich. Flirting on Lucanis' behalf, if you would. "Lucanis loves your hands, professor," paired with just enough power exerted to force Lucanis' head to tilt in the direction of Emmrich's hands, baring his throat just enough that Emmrich can see it bob in a swallow as Emmrich finishes cutting himself a bite. "He would very much like to see those hands wrapped around something else. He made a new set of choking cords just for you. Did you know that? He made them in Mourn Watch colors."

Spite letting Lucanis retreat into his coffee, purring lowly as Emmrich's face starts to flush. Waiting until Lucanis is almost done with his drink to say, "He likes your boots better, though. He would very much like to be under them." Emmrich and Lucanis having to wave off concerns of the other Veil Guard members as they both choke, Rook glancing between the two curiously. They might not be able to hear what's going on, but they've seen the signs before. They settle more comfortably to watch the display like a sporting match.

And when Spite starts complimenting Lucanis, oh, the man nearly has to excuse himself to run his head under water, he's burning up so badly. "I like how I can feel every muscle working when we're in combat together. I like seeing your blood bead on the little cuts I make for you. I love the thudding of your heart, the feeling of your adrenaline. I like the way your brows scrunch and then get soft whenever you smell coffee for the first time. I like when you eat sweet things for me."

Spite having a little tally going, one on each thigh, for every time that he makes Lucanis and Emmrich stutter or pause during the initial flirting phase. Low little murmurs of, "That's another one," and "Oh, that one got Emmrich good." Emmrich realizes what the count is for soon enough and tries to focus more on paying attention to conversation at the dinner table, but if Spite hates anything, it's to be ignored (though he does appreciate the set of the professor's jaw, and the thudding pulse of Lucanis' heart, the heat in his blood).

If Emmrich is going to ignore him, then he'll simply up the ante. If Emmrich doesn't want to listen to all the things that he and Lucanis want him to do to them, then they'll talk about their collective favorite subject: Rook. "Look at their mouth--isn't it pretty? It'd look better full of our fingers. You should let me take over, Lucanis--I'd have them begging for it faster than you could blink. Do you think they'd lay in our lap again? I liked when we did that. Oh, maybe they'll sit in it. You liked that idea, I felt it. Emmrich, what do you think? What position do you like Rook best in? We like the sight of them on top of you. We want to see it again. Don't you want to see it again?"

Lucanis and Emmrich slamming their hands on the table, the same conclusion reached in equally frantic manners. Neve asking with a teasing smile if something is the matter, or did their conversation about Dalish alchemy really bore them to tears? Emmrich and Lucanis gritting out in the same breath, "It's Spite."

"Just tell him it's not his turn. Works for us." Taash comments, though they're grinning. They can smell how worked up these two are, and was placing bets with Davrin and Harding about which one would crack first.

"Spite," Rook scolds, but it's all grins. Their eyes are shinning, leg bouncing underneath the table. "You know you can always talk to me if you want something. No need to bully poor Emmrich and Lucanis."

"Do not encourage him," Lucanis begs, knuckles going pale from where they grip the table. Emmrich is truly struggling to regain his composure, trying to assemble anything resembling a calm front. But Spite takes the opportunity to take over, forcing Lucanis' body to relax. Digging his hands into his thighs instead, feeling Lucanis' body shudder with the ache. "I was simply telling Lucanis and Emmrich how much I appreciated them." Deceptively coy, but the sharpness in his grin gives it all away. "How much we appreciate you."

"Get a room already," Taash yells, sweeping the pile of coin she earned towards her plate.

"Well, Rook? Shall we get a room?"

[thesummerstorms]

The gingerwort truffle tea hits Rook a lot harder as soon as it has time to enter her blood stream. Around the time she starts humming some Marcher drinking song in Assan's direction, Davrin ends up cutting the picnic short and taking her back to the Lighthouse.

He's a little guilty, sure. He'd meant to give Rook an opportunity to relax, not to put her out of her mind with a hallucinogenic tea. Still, he can't help but laugh a little, especially as Rook keeps trying to have friendly conversations with Assan and the passing Crossroads spirits the whole way home. Her words are growing more slurred, though, so he's glad they don't accidentally stumble on any Venatori or Antaam on the way.

Lucanis walks in to the library just as Davrin is trying to get Arsinoë to settle down on the library couch. He's dressed for a trip - back to Treviso maybe, Bellara had made a comment about spices that morning- but as soon as he spots Arsinoë, his steps falter.

Crows are a paranoid bunch, so Davrin is ready for questioning. Rook and Lucanis are both professional assassins. He knew as soon as he realized what was happening that he'd probably have to talk someone down, reassure them of his intent.

In fact , the general plan had been to find either Neve or Lucanis, explain what happened and throw Rook at them, then find a seat where he would still be able to watch out for her and make sure there weren't complications, but where he was also well out of "clinging" range. Rook's arm had been thrown around his shoulder a little more closely than necessary on the walk back.

What Davrin is not prepared for is how Rook's eyes go wide when she sees Lucanis. The way she immediately stops trying to baby-talk Assan and grows pale and quiet. The crack in her voice when she blurts out- "Please don't tell Viago. Lucanis, please."

Davrin has seen frozen rivers warmer than the sensation that shoots down his spine. Rook's tone... This isn't some recruit embarrassed about being scolded. Her shoulders shake slightly beneath Davrin's hand. Assan lets out a little distressed chirp and rubs against her leg, but for once Arsinoë doesn't respond.

"I knew what was in the cup before I drank it, I promise. Don't tell Viago."

Lucanis's face has twisted up and, really, it isn't exactly a secret that he's sweet on Rook. Davrin is expecting to see his own horror mirrored back at him. A snarl, maybe, if anger draws Spite too close to the surface.

Instead Lucanis sighs. Not a flash of violet or a hostile glare thrown Davrin's way or a flinch away from Rook's pleading expression. Just a sigh.

Resignation, Davrin realizes.

Lucanis moves forward, crouching beside the sofa and ignoring Davrin entirely now as he speaks softly in Antivan. Davrin doesn't catch any of it except for "de Riva" but Rook is arguing back in the same language, so it doesn't seem to be having much effect. She keeps repeating herself - "por favor", he knows that one too- and if he were a betting man Davrin would put money on it being more or less the same refrain as what she said in Trade.

Rook leans forward earnestly, big grey eyes and too wide pupils. Lucanis asks her a question, his tone gone coaxing, and she shakes her head. Then he stands up and Rook puts her head in her hands.

"Hey, listen-" Davrin says tamping down the nervous twitch in his hand before he can reach before his sword. He steps in front of Lucanis instead, because whatever Rook is so worried about, he was the one who thought this whole mess would be a good idea. "Lucanis, it was just a tea. Rook's just having a bad reaction. Why does she keep asking –"

"Not now," Lucanis growls, gesturing with a short jut of his chin back in Rook's direction. "Ask later. Not now."

And okay, Davrin can understand that. If Arsinoë is this freaked out, no point in spooking her further. But he still doesn't understand why Lucanis is leaving, walking out the double doors of the main building and back out into the courtyard. Davrin trusts himself, sure, but Lucanis doesn't feel the same way, historically speaking. Yet he's walking away?

Arsinoë doesn't notice, all her earlier mirth evaporated like the morning dew. Assan is still making little worried squawks, looking back and forth from Rook to Davrin as if he has picked up on her distress and is demanding Davrin fix it.

Except Davrin doesn't know how because he still doesn't get why Arsinoë is so suddenly upset. He doesn't think it's just the tea, or surely she wouldn't have been so cheerful on the way back from Arlathan.

"This is some weird Crow shit, isn't it?" he says, mostly to himself since Arsinoë is too out of it to respond, "What the fuck." Then, he raises his voice a little. "Rook? You okay? Arsinoë."

At the sound of her name, her actual name, Arsinoë flinches.

What the fuck.

The doors creak open again. He hears the distinctive thunk of Neve's prosthetic against the stone floors followed by a sharp inhale as she catches sight of Arsinoë

"What's going on here?" Neve demands. Her reaction Davrin understands; immediately, she's at Rook's side, hands already starting to glow faintly with what is likely healing magic. "I thought you were headed to Arlathan. Was there trouble?"

"Not exactly," Davrin grimaces, watching as Rook (predictably) lifts her head a little at that last word, the one they all like to pretend he doesn't know Neve has taken to using as some sort of pet name for their glorious leader. Normally that would be his cue to take Assan and flee, but now he's just glad the Rook is reacting to something.

"Neve?" Rook asks, shifting in her seat, then gently pushing at Assan to make room for Neve to settle beside her. "Neve, you shouldn't drink the tea."

"The tea?" Neve asks, reaching up to brush a stray curl out of Arsinoë's face, "What tea?"

"Mmm. The tea. Ask Assan. My head is starting to hurt."

"Ask... Assan?" Predictably, Neve places the back of her hand against Arsinoë's forehead, a slight chill creeping into the air. Even more predictably, she looks back sharply at Davrin.

"Look, in my defense, Emmrich said it was fine. I drank the tea. I'm fine. But Rook..."

What Neve would have said to that, Davrin will never know because the doors open again. Lucanis strides in, too rushed to walk carefully and silence the clinking of his weapons. In his hands, he holds a clay pitcher and one of his own favorite cups, one of the ones from that fancy tea set.

Lucanis hesitates briefly, staring openly at the way Arsinoë pressing her face into Neve's hand, the way Neve is pulling Arsinoë closer, bracing her. His expression goes dark and yet when Neve catches his eye he nods, seeming... grateful?

Weird Crow shit.

"Arsinoë, you need to drink this. Hopefully it will help." Rook shudders against Neve, but Lucanis persists. "Viago is back in Treviso, I promise. He needs to know nothing, but you need water."

"Wait, Viago?" Neve asks, "The Fifth Talon? What does he have to do with this?"

"That's what I want to know," Davrin agrees. It's not like he ever though the Crows were great people, but it doesn't explain why Rook is reacting like this just from seeing Lucanis, why she keeps begging that no one tell the man who is supposed to be her mentor that she... what, accidentally been drugged? That doesn't seem like something a thirty year old assassin should be afraid of, much less to this extent.

Maybe it is the tea. It has to be the tea. Because why else would Rook be acting this way about Lucanis? Normally she's the first to reassure him, to seek him out and assure him that the demon shoved inside his skull doesn't scare her, but now she's refusing to take a cup because he poured it.

Lucanis looks wounded at that, brown eyes gone unreasonably soft and sad. Finally, he hands the cup off to Neve and unbuttons his Crow-purple cape, shrugging it off to the floor. Rook's shoulders slump a little at that, and Lucanis must take it as a sign because the next thing Davrin knows, the man is putting a hand on Rook's knee.

(It occurs to him again that maybe he shouldn't be here, but worry roots Davrin in his spot.)

"Rook, it's just water. I promise, cara. If Emmrich wants to give you a potion, I promise to check it first, but this is just water. I give you my word."

It's probably a sign of trust that despite the fact Rook gets somehow paler at the mention of "potions", ultimately she caves and lets Neve help her raise the cup to her lips. Lucanis reaches for the pitcher again, and she lets him pour more into the cup before her head slumps against Neve's shoulder.

For a moment, the three of them who are sober sit (or crouch or stand) locked in a moment of awkward silence. Arsinoë is never this touchy, at least not when Davrin's around. And even if it's different when she's in private with Neve and Lucanis, it doesn't make her behavior less strange.

"Lucanis," Neve asks finally, when Arsinoë seems to show no further reaction, "What is going on?"

"Rook is House de Riva," the Crow replies as if that answers everything somehow, then adds "They're famous for their poisons, at least since Viago became Talon."

"Esma too," Rook mutters from Neve's shoulder without opening her eyes.

"And the Talon before Viago had a knack for them as well," Lucanis agrees, hand back to hovering over Rook's knee as if he's still uncertain his touch will be welcome. "Though not as much as Viago."

"She said something about daily doses of venoms at the breakfast table," Neve remembers. She looks about as happy about that as Davrin feels.

It takes effort not to turn that discomfort back on Lucanis, but it wouldn't be fair to snap at the man when he's looking at Rook like that. "So what... Rook was more sensitive to the tea because she grew up being poisoned? Is this some kind of bad interaction or-"

"No." Lucanis replies, the reconsiders. "Well, some of it, maybe. But that's not why she was asking about Viago."

Davrin's hands twitch with the need to grab Lucanis's overly decorative lapels and demand a clearer answer, but Neve-

"She's afraid of being punished. Her teacher is a poisoner, and she let herself drink from a tainted cup."

Neve's voice quavers on the word punished, unable to hide entirely behind her normal stoicism, but her eyes are hard, with a glint like steel. Davrin just feels cold again as Lucanis nods in confirmation.

"Yes. Crow houses do not all train their Fledglings the same, but none of them tolerate stupid mistakes. If a de Riva found themselves so easily poisoned, without even checking, I would not doubt that the next cup from their seniors would be punishment and lesson both."

"Bastards," Davrin bites out, thinking of Uncle Eldrin and the berries. The cramps and hallucinations had been the lesson, not the preface for more punishment to come. Intense punishment, if Rook's reaction isn't just the heightened emotions caused by the tea.

Lucanis is still looking at Rook with those wounded eyes, still not-quite-touching, even though she seemed to relax when he shed the cape. But the resignation has crept back into his voice like a weight, and he only shrugs at Davrin's swearing.

"Thus is the life of a Crow. We can't afford to make mistakes. Our teachers know this."

"You won't do it twice," Arsinoë agrees, sound almost like she's quoting something. "Because you remember." Sitting up just enough to sip at the cup again, she still hesitates, eyes fluttering as she glances at Lucanis, waiting for his nod of reassurance before drinking.

Davrin's gut churns at the careless way she says it, at Lucanis's total acceptance.

(He was the one who poured her the tea. It was his idea to ask Emmrich about the truffles.)

"Well." Neve says. "I dare say we've all learned some things today. No need to tell Viago. Or anyone else."

"No," Lucanis agrees.

Rook gives a little sigh at that before her hand darts out to catch Lucanis's. "My head still hurts," she complains.

Davrin turns towards the staircase immediately, suddenly sure he wanted to be far, far away from all this. "I'll go find Emmrich. Assan-"

But the griffon had dropped into what Davrin recognizes as a guarding stance, as if set to protect an injured member of the flock. Well, for once Davrin has no compunctions about leaving the feather brain behind with the Crows. And Neve, of course.

"Assan can stay here as chaperone."

He takes the stairs two at a time, all but bolting towards Emmrich's study. The last glance back before he darts into Emmrich's hallway, he sees Neve helping Arsinoë pull Lucanis out of his crouch and towards the little two seater.

[aves-rook-laidir]

I can feel myself becoming more and more familiar with DaTV now, like, the characters are becoming more familiar. I find myself thinking about them when I’m going about my day, filling in the gaps of who they are with my own headcanons. Like, did you know Emmrich is deaf in his left ear? He got slammed in his first week of combat training as an Apprentice. He was so annoyed about this that from that point on he worked really hard to practice combat, and to his, and everyone else surprise, was brilliant at it. It’s funny really, that this calm, gentle professor known for floating around picking flowers can knock you off your feet if you test him. Taash was the first to pick up on it, they didn’t bring it up just started fighting on his left.

Or Davrin, he keeps pushing off Bellaras attempts to talk to him about the gods, because he just can’t think about it. If he did it would be like a waterfall. He spent the most formative years of his life caring for Halla in the forest, Ghilan’nain is the Mother of Halla! His clan lived and breathed her worship, whether or not he keeps religion now, her presence is interweaved throughout his childhood, and it was all crap, she was nothing more than a psychopath mage, he can’t think about it.

Hallas make Bellara sneeze, but she denies it.

Lucanis was so overwhelmed that he missed his shot at Weisshaupt it took him nearly a day to utter a word to any of them, he left to be on his own as soon as possible and the moment he was alone he had a panic attack.

Harding often thinks back to Haven, and when the inquisition was just stating out. How she had thought back then that Varric and Solas were old friends, they way they walked together in the hinterlands, chatting about nothing in particular, felt so…comfortable. She misses those days terribly.

Neve didn’t lose her leg in some fantastic battle against the Venatori or a Dragon fight, she was just born without it. Sometimes people are just born different.

When Rook awoke from Solas telling her the truth about the Archdemons, she was so stunned and in shock that when she walked down the stairs to discuss with the others, she fell down them much to everyone’s alarm.

Having to fight a dragon in Treviso almost immediately after meeting cemented a close connection between Rook and Davrin, literally thrown into hell together.

Dorian was the only one able to get anywhere close to that dragon in Minrathos, managed to get a hit square in its eye, but it wasn’t enough. The Iron Bull was in the city the week before, but by the time the dragon attacked he was halfway to the Free Marches.

They all regularly play cards and games around the dining room table.

Taash keeps a small sketchbook on them where they likes to draw all the dragons they meets, they also pets every dog and cat they come across. They sneak hugs from Assan when they think no one is looking.

Emmrich gets Bellara to talk academic theory with him a lot as a form of distraction because he knows she lies awake at night having a never ending crisis of faith.

Bellara often worries and frets that Lucanis isn’t eating enough even though he’s feeding everyone. Lucanis worries the same thing about her.

Lucanis is dyslexic as fuck got really self conscious about how long it was taking him to read one of Neves novels, well, until he realised he literally wasn’t being judge at all actually.

Harding grows elf root to smoke it. Dream blunt rotation to be honest.

Communicating with the dead the way Emmrich does is harder than it looks, it takes a lot of stamina and if the connection is held for too long he’s prone to nosebleeds.

They spar and practice combat in the courtyard in front of the dining hall, usually one v one with the others sitting on the steps watching. Neve keeps encouraging them to take bets.

When Aves sleeps on the green couch, she often wakes up to find Assan curled up nearby. Either that or Emmrich hovering over her because she was screaming in her sleep again and he could hear her in the next room.

Taash and Bellara I’m still working on.

[bluerose5]

Youtube recommended a video to me the other day of these women doing this "challenge" where they pick their boyfriends/husbands up onto the counter. Of course they recommend me the video where the men had to get all weird about it, but now I'm imagining a scenario with the veilguard crew. Rule is no using powers, only raw strength, and of course gotta include the nonbinary members in the fun too (Claudia for my Rook and Taash).

Claudia picking up Emmrich: They're strong for a mage. Effortless. Leaves that man flustered and blushing. 10/10 lift.

Neve picking up Lucanis: Getting to pick up the short king? Easy, just watch this. And another one gets flustered! 10/10. Perfection.

Bellara picking up Davrin: She's trying. She really is. But he's laughing. Wait, hold up, and... She got it! Took a bit of effort, but Davrin admires the persistence. 6/10 lift. They can't stop giggling.

Harding picking up Taash: Oh, boy. Taash is confused. What is Harding doing? Taash isn't even budging, but this is adorable. Alright. Let them show her how this is done. They end up lifting her up onto the counter. 0/10 lift for Harding, but they both had fun regardless.

[ode-to-fury]

My favourite post-Veilguard hc is that one day at dinner Rook and Davrin start talking about their respective families (Davrin starts talking and he ropes Rook into saying things she wouldn't say to anyone else except Lucanis because Davrin is just Like That) and he figures out her mother is from Orlais. So they get talking and- oh shit! Her family lands are close to the Dales! Oh wow, maybe I should take a break and go see them. Rook is like sure! I have to go see if my family is alive anyway so lets roadtrip to Orlais, then she looks at Lucanis and she's like actually... a lot of the estates around those parts keep... wyverns... for hunting... and Lucanis (who up until this point has been sulking because how Dare they make plans without him but he would never say that) perks up and he's like... real wyverns? And Davrin chuckles and Rook chuckles and says yeah! And Harding will probably want to go back to her ma and introduce Taash... and then Davrin makes the two of them promise they'll do this, no matter what. All through the rest of the fight he's like: gotta stay alive gotta go roadtripping with Rook and Lucanis and Harding and Taash.

[therookerydatv]

Do you think that when Assan is being incredibly fussy and won't eat what Davrin feeds him once he switches Assan to a more balanced diet (thank you Taash) that Davrin just gives up and does the whole bit where you make the eating fun? Like he puts on a whole funny high pitched voice, "here comes the special truffle assan, open wide"

And Assan being a the cat bird thing he is, eats that shit up because "yes, famther, I do wish to consume the special truffle" and every time Assan experiences betrayal because that was not a truffle but then Davrin starts the whole pantomime over again and Assan is like "a special truffle, for me??🥺🥺"

[papagrazza]

Had to make one for the blokes (& Taash) like the other one with the girls

The boys don’t know how to pose, or smile. In all the other photos Neve took of them Taash was blinking, Davrin was scowling or Lucanis was sneezing on the bone dust in Emmrich’s sweater

[catyo90]

Veil guard Romance Head-Cannon Scenario: Ballroom

(Really missed the idea of a Ball room quest from DAI. So I thought what if I made up some for ya'll.)

Taash - They wear a more formal arrangement of fabric with multiple medals and jewels with a long blue cape to accent the body and arms. At first they are really uncomfortable, the idea of lavish food and drinks and having to be polite isn't really what the Qun or Lords of Fortune teach but they do love the jewels and gold around everyone saying how everyone in the room, be it friend or enemy, they are like dragons. They will fight tooth and nail to be at the top and smote away their competition. The stares from many women and men who find them attractive causes a smirk every time knowing full well what they are thinking. Rook being there helps, they are comfortable around them no matter what and loves it when Rook winks at them. The idea of dancing with Rook makes Taash blush a tad everytime the thought comes to mind.

Harding- She wears a similar garb to what the inquisition wore in orlais but with small stitching of her own and her hair down. Having worked with the Inquisition she isn't unaware of the game needed to be played since Leliana showed her the ins and outs of everything to look for. She stays near the balconies to keep an eye out from above, a birds eye view so to speak. She loves seeing Rook coming to her and sneaking kisses around the corner knowing all too well they both want to return to the lighthouse for private time. Dancing is a bit embarrassing for her seeing as the last few times she danced it was difficult to move along but Rook let's her lead but everytime Rook can they dip her, causing them to smile as the sounds of music echo on.

Bellara - She wears a combo of elven robes and her clans as well with her hair done into two smalle buns with her signature triangle accessories. She is super excited about meeting such well known scholars and researchers. Always answering and asking questions about human customs and their love of cheese which she seems to find everywhere she went. She loves the idea of dancing with Rook, so much so she will pull them onto the dancefloor and dances in her clans way. Both a delight and welcoming from all who witness the dance. Afterwards she is out of breath having enjoyed herself too much. After the dance she thanks Rook for bringing her to experience something new.

Emmerich - He wears a long green robe with bone like trims and small silver details of the human anatomy with a flower in his pocket. Having been self taught in manners and learned to honor all people politely he finds himself quite comfortable in the noble halls, basically follows the manners maketh men like style. He stays close to the center of the room drinking fine tea brought to him by Manfred who he has in special noble robes. Everyone is delighted by Manfred and his excitement. Rook is the one to ask Emerich to a dance, at first he's not confident enough, he wonders if the others around will judge for the age difference or even the idea of a necromancer finding any companionship, he finds Rook taking his hand and whispering sweet encouragement to him helps as the gentle tones of the songs block out the whispers of those around them.

Davrin- Wears a more formal Grey Warden armor with feathers along his arms and shoulders with Assan having a matching cloak around his neck.

Being a Grey Warden and an Elf having not really been influenced by the idea of elegant dancing or as Neve would tell him playing "The Game." He does love the rich food and drinks and bringing Assan he tends to stay outside keeping an eye out on any Venetori agents while Assan tries his hardest to be polite but finding it difficult to not chase the bejeweled outfits and shiny baubles that nobles wear. Seeing Rook though does ease the time spent as he will ask Rook to save a dance for him, warning that he can't help but stare at the way they are dressed.

Lucanis - The robes he wears are a dark black and purple trim with hidden pockets for his daggers, along his shoulders are crow feathers with a long cloak and hood with a lighter sash around his waist. He is quite at home here but he sticks close to the shadows and watches every step and gesture like his life depended on it. Having been imprisoned for a year though he is a tad rusty at the small talk and rather keeps to himself on the lush couch drinking coffee all the while trying to keep spite in check who keeps smelling the secrets of every nobles desire. All the dark secrets to spite as clear as water making him laugh inside. It is lucanis that asks Rook for a dance after the mission smiling all the while as spite shows off his wings to accent the dance entirely evening gently lifting them into the air away from prying eyes.

Neve - She wears a teal dress, not too long or short but enough to show off her legs, he hair is down with a small serpent hairpin and a custom prosthetic for dancing. She is very used to this sort of atmosphere having worked with Dorian and the magistrate undercover. She loves the chase of clues and the idea of hidden secrets in the halls and in the words of servants. While she does know how to dance, after losing her leg she became a bit more restrictive in the art but with Rook that fear goes away, the reassurance of love and comfort from Rook reminds her that she doesn't have to be the detective of the streets and instead be a courted lady of the evening.