#davrin x female rook laidir

[wildxtreasures]

distractions

Rating: Teen

Ship: Davrin/Female Rook Laidir

WC: 1,247

inspired by this post: (x) by @housederiva

on AO3, if you prefer: distractions

sometimes davrin really wished the two beings he loved most in Thedas weren't so troublesome.

Where was that damn griffon?

Davrin was already late. He had promised Rook that they would leave at noon for Rivain. She had suggested the change of scenery for their next training session, wanting to run about the cliffs and into caves with Assan. He wanted to go to the Wetlands to practice hunting darkspawn. But Davrin really wasn't good at saying 'no' to her yet. It was new territory. And he didn't want to disappoint her. Too many people he knew (or had known) lately were being disappointed by his performance. 

So, it was imperative to find Assan. But it was several minutes past noon and every one of Assan's usual haunts were empty save for his boy's feathers.

He resorted to his least favourite trick of The Lighthouse.

"Caretaker?" he huffed, tapping his foot.

The low reverberations of the spirit's appearance greeted his ears and the metal spirit faded into view. "Yes?"

He swallowed his impatience, trying to remember Emmrich and Bellara's tips on interacting with this thing. "Please tell me where Assan is."

Its metal finger pointed to the dining hall before spiriting away to wherever it actually lived.

Assan was not supposed to be in the kitchen. He was decidedly banned from there after he got into the fresh fruit and fish a week ago. Both Neve and Lucanis chewed Davrin out while maintaining to Assan that he was the best boy and they knew he didn't mean it.

Davrin sighed. Rook would forgive his tardiness. Seeing her laugh while running through the cliffsides with Assan would be worth it. He might even get her to tell him that story about delving into a qunari ruin with a dragon on her tail. She was always teasing that one.

And he had wine in his pack, for an evening under the stars. Bellara was going to sneak Assan back to the Lighthouse as the sun set so that he and Rook could be alone. Precious time with her, moments where he could linger his lips on her skin...

As he pushed the door open to the kitchen, a cacophony of noises died down suddenly. The change in sound was so drastic, Davrin's head snapped up and out of his thoughts.

"What the...?"

In the kitchen, Rook held a wedge of cheese in one hand and a cheese grater in the other. Assan's beak was tipped open, though it was now salivating as she held still. Lucanis was leaning on the counter behind her, his ever-present coffee cup dangling by two fingers.

"This isn't what it looks like," Rook quickly said, tossing the cheese back at Lucanis. The assassin caught it deftly in one hand before setting his cup down and picking up a cloth. He set to wrapping the cheese up.

Davrin moved closer to the two beings that held his heart plus Lucanis. He held back his smile, doing his best to only let the surprise out on his face. "Well, it looks like you let Assan in the kitchen, where he's not supposed to be, and are feeding him cheese that I was told was off-limits."

Davrin glared at Lucanis. "You're not Rook," was all the Crow said, shrugging.

Rook sheepishly smiled. "Then, it's definitely what it looks like."

"Why?" Davrin asked, holding his hand out for the cheese grater. Rook placed it in his hand.

"Assan was eyeing my lunch - which was mainly cheese, crackers, and berries - so I thought I'd see if he actually likes cheese." Her eyes were bright and mischief danced along her expression as she looked him in the eye.

Davrin opened his mouth to say something but Lucanis cut him off. "Maker, Rook. I told you that I would make you a proper lunch if you asked. Not this deer food you and Lace adore so much." Lucanis rolled his eyes at Rook before heading for the door out of the hall. "Maybe if I convince Lace that my real food is better, you'll both be better fed."

As the door closed after Lucanis, Rook stepped closer to Davrin. She placed a hand on his forearm. "He seems more mad at me than you do, right?"

Her brow was raised, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards in a smirk. Davrin spoke quietly. "I think that seems to be the case. But, next time, at least time it better so you're not late for our date."

"Oh!" Surprise and then concern dawned on her, wiping away the cute expression on her face. "Sorry, I didn't even realize what time it was."

"I'll forgive you," he said, putting the grater on the counter and pulling her close by the waist, "if you promise to tell me the qunari ruin story tonight."

Rook pressed herself into his body, the warmth of her releasing the tension he had riled up in his body over the past few minutes. Her thumb rubbed across his cheek. "Deal," she whispered.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. He leaned forward...

Assan's head ramped into Davrin's thigh, causing him to pull away. The griffon body-checked him out of the way, sending Davrin sprawling into the ground. Assan jumped up onto Rook, his talons on her shoulders and brought her to the ground too. A sound of surprise escaped her lips.

Davrin sprang back up only to see Assan giving Rook kisses by pressing his beak to her face. She placed her hands on either side of Assan's face stopping his assault. "Learn that from your dad, eh?"

Her eyes met Davrin's and she gave him a little wink. Davrin chuckled. He pulled out some gingerwort truffles from his hip pouch which pulled Assan's interest far too quickly. He launched himself at Davrin.

"Sit!" Davrin yelled and Assan slid across the stone floor, legs in all directions, before he managed to find purchase to sit properly. "Good boy," Davrin praised, tossing a truffle at him.

Davrin moved over to Rook and held out a hand for her. She took it and Davrin lifted her up. He took the opportunity to press his lips to hers, snagging the kiss he wanted earlier. She pulled away, reaching into his pouch and tossing a truffle at Assan. "Have to keep him preoccupied if you want this to continue."

"Continue?" Davrin asked, bringing her hand that was still in his to his mouth. He pressed his lips to her knuckles, his gaze locked with hers.

"I was going to say continue making out in the kitchen, but you might be insinuating something else...?" Rook teased, though she closed the distance between their faces, pulling her hand, along with his, out of the way.

"We've got training to do," he said, regretting the words as they left his mouth.

She blinked a couple of times, leaning back from him. Rook considered his words, tilting her head. "I guess this can last all afternoon."

It was his turn to look confused.

"The foreplay," she answered to his silent question. She extracted herself from him before heading to the door. "I will see you in five minutes at the eluvian. I'll be wearing my Lords armour."

She swept out the door, leaving Davrin with the image of that armour in a pile at the foot of his bed.

Assan trilled, leaping to Davrin's side. The little griffon cocked his head. Davrin looked down, ruffling the feathers of Assan's head. "Do you mind hanging out with Lace this afternoon?"