#dragon age the veilgaurd

[brekkie-e]

I like to think that when everyone was speculating whether we would fight Solas's regret demon after reading Tevinter Night's, some Bioware dev was reading the comments like this:

Demon? Singular? Oh darling

[flowersbane]

datv spoilers

sorry according to writing law number 19580 (no one dies when they fall into an abyss aka the no body no crime law) the leader of team 2 is perfectly fine and waiting to be fished out of a pile of disintegrating blight

[underatreedrinkingtea]

Im way to excited about this so I have already written so much for a second chapter lol

Something Golden, Something Glistening

So I decided to write my first ever fic!! If you want to read on Ao3 there is a link below.

Spite x Rook

Spite wakes, Lucanis finally succumbs to slumber, he needs the rest after their trip to Arlathan Forest. And Spite has a mission of his own, he needs to speak to her. To Rook, her eyes always seem to look his way. Spite needs to know why, how. Nobody other than Lucanis can see him. He is..curious.

He walks to find her, finally he catches a hint of her scent and follows. Smells like vanilla, apricot and tea leaves. He ends up in the Lighthouse’s music room, her back is turned to him sitting by the harpsichord. Candlelight all around fills the space, but Rook is somehow surrounded by complete darkness. There is stillness in the room. She is humming a tune unfamiliar to him, but her emotions are sad. ‘Taste like agony, torment and shame!’, Spite exclaims to himself. Another mystery that needs to be solved for another time. 

“Spite, come to talk?” Rook says gently, not surprised he is here.

Purple eyes narrows. “You know. It is us. How!?” he asks impatiently. Rook turns around to observe him, her gaze feels heavy on him yet gentle, a warmth he’s not used to. Everything is usually sharp edges, harsh words spoken between him and Lucanis. Never a balance, always on pins and needles. She is so aware of him. It feels good. After a while Rook says;

“It’s good that Lucanis finally gets some sleep, I understand why he doesn’t want to but… maybe you and I can work together, speak to him?” Her voice is gentle and friendly.

‘She ignores the question! We want to know!’

Spite takes a few steps towards her. “ Agh! No. Answer us!” he grunts abruptly and fixes her with an aggravated look. Lucanis can wait, now it is his turn to be heard. ‘I matter too!’ He thought she was different when the mage and her dwarf companion rescued them from the Ossuary. Was he wrong?

“I apologise, Spite. Of course you matter. I don’t want you to think otherwise. I’m also curious about you two as well. But you are right, one thing at a time.” Her warm, gentle voice settles him a bit. He perks up, ‘Curious about us?!’

“Yes!” she grinned at him. “It’s funny you know, I can feel you all around, it’s the first thing I notice when you’re present. I see you clearer than most, your aura shines so brightly. It is hard to look away”, a soft smile is on her face. Dimples.

Spite walks closer. If he wanted, he could reach out and touch her. But for now it’s enough to be near and feel her warmth, so golden and fierce.

She pats on the seat beside her, inviting him in. “Come sit with me.” Her tone is still light and gentle.  Not tense, not scared at all. Rook wants him here and he does not know how to feel, unsure now. Once he is sitting down the smell of vanilla, apricots and tea hits him more intensely. He gazes at the half empty cup of tea infront of her. Lucanis would disapprove, he is sure of it. His heart calls out for coffee. He turns to glance at her now, golden hair so bright, a soft and kind face looks back at him. Scars that resemble lighting on the side of her face, rosy flushed cheeks. And her eyes, grey, blurry and cloudy. ‘Pretty.’ Some type of injury as well, Spite wonders?

“My eyes they…I have trouble seeing at a longer distance. Many colours are lost on me. A lot of my world is grey now. But spirits and the Fade are overwhelmingly colourful. I have learned to use the Fade to help me see the world in a new way. People now look more like an..aura at a distance. If that makes sense?”, she tells him calmly.

That explains why her companion were extra observant around her when they fought the Venatori vermin. Rook fought well still, the sight was mesmerising and passionate. Then she tasted like thick smoke, lightning and death. When Rook fights she is like a knife, piercing and quick-witted. Now all he feels is hot golden bliss. It was distracting, he only wanted more.

“I will. Watch over you! No one touches you!” Spite states forcefully.

“ Spite-” she protests.

“No! You fight well. And dangerous. I want to. Help!” He doesn't want to offend her, never her. He needs to make her see. ‘Listen’. Giving her a firm look. ‘Let. Me. Help.’ Spite will not look away until Rook understands. They stare at each other, equally stubborn the both of them. Who will crumble first? Not him, he likes when he gets his way, used to it. He wins, dominates. Despite looking at him so intensely, she is still so..relaxed. Her face perks up and gives him a mischievous look. At last she breaks their eye contact and laughs.

“Okay, you win.”

He grins. ‘Hah! I knew. I win!’ Spite is pleased and ready to leave. He got what he wanted. As he stands back up she takes his hand. Warm, so warm and firm. Purple glow meets a grey cloudiness. She gives him her dimples again and his- Lucanis heart flutters. Her scorching look warms him inside and out, it is almost too much to bear. He needs her to drop his hand. It tingles.             

“Will you make a contract with me? Let Lucanis sleep and not do anything stupid while he rests?”

 “No fun!” Spite objects. 

“Hmm..what do you say about hanging out with me again, here? Still holding his hand, but this time she squeezes it softly.

“And do what? Want to. Explore.” He demands.

“We can do that too, if you want. But I want to come with. Is that okay with you?” Rook suggests. Spite thinks it over, it could not be so terrible. He will ask her more questions and she will answer. He is very good at getting his way, this could work in his and Lucanis favour. Get information, Be useful.

He makes an irritated noise and sighs. “Fine! Contact accepted. And I want. To try. Tea!”

Rook only responds with a laugh and he once again sees her dimples.

[thessaralka]

✨🔮🥚4️⃣4️⃣4️⃣🥚🔮✨this post casts a magical cleansing barrier over your spirit to protect you from negative veilguard rage baiters and Solas + Solavellan haters✨🔮🥚4️⃣4️⃣4️⃣🥚🔮✨

[storm-arts-around]

I swore to myself I wouldnt make my Rook design until I was in the character creator but then I thought of a Rook/Solas dynamic that gripped me oopsie.

Her job is to annoy him and try to steal his girl 😌

[teamdilf]

So, just noodling on something. Wolves are traditionally pack animals. However, Solas works alone, keeping his agents at a distance and sharing his plans with no one.

What if the reason he keeps failing is because he’s a wolf and he’s meant to have a pack surrounding him? And what if Rook and their companions are that pack?

In addition to the chess piece, rooks are birds, and have a mutually beneficial relationship with wolves in nature. As scavengers, rooks will follow wolves and while they’re eating their kill, stand guard, alerting the wolves to any coming threat. Once the wolf is finished, the rook scavenges the body. If the rook finds a dead body it cannot tear apart with its beak, it finds the wolves and brings them to the body.

Rooks and wolves also play - rooks will tug on a wolf’s tail.

What if this symbiotic relationship in nature is a metaphor for the sort of relationship Rook can have with Solas if they choose to do so? Rook acts as Solas’ eyes and in return, Solas offers Rook resources and/or enters the field to take on threats well beyond Rook’s capabilities.

[mogwaei]

Thedas is a chaotic mess and honestly I plan to add to it :D

Welcome back everyone!

[alternative for solas lovers below cut]

[felrend]

Fucking SOBBING!!! My heart literally exploded when I saw him and heard his voice

HE LOOKS INCREDIBLE

[exhausted-archivist]

Thinking about Davrin being a Monster Hunter, Ghilan'nain being the Mother of monsters.

[kcwriter-blog]

I loved this romance and I’m not usually into the really sweet, romantic stuff. He’s just so interesting.

[brekkie-e]

So about that Solavellan kiss......

Jk jk jk

[saartje77]

My rook, Lorant.

[telumendils]

sb on tiktok was complaining about the lack of body hair options in the veilguard cc and i commented "solas stole it all for his flashback scenes."

[hawke-ondary]

thinking about the dissociative sludge rook's brain must be the entire game. little 500 word scene under the cut, no explicit spoilers but some are implied

He’s standing behind Bellara and Emmrich. Lucanis is on his left, Taash and Harding somewhere behind him. Davrin is beside him, Assan somewhere around here, just waiting for Davrin’s call. Neve is talking to Lucanis- or, at him, probably. Rook isn’t sure, truthfully. He’s barely listening. He’s learned when to tune in, these past several weeks. Or he hopes he has. No one’s said he stares off into space for too long, though Harding’s said she’s heard him talking to himself at the Lighthouse. That tracks. Grief is weird. His eyes focus on what Bellara is doing, Emmrich hovering over her shoulder, the two of them talking magical jargon that goes over Rook’s head. He knows enough magic to not get possessed and make his kills flashy. He never needed to know more, and the Crows didn’t want to throw him off to the Circle back when he was a kid, so all of what they’re talking about- lyrium reserves and resonance chambers or whatever the fuck- just isn’t making sense to him. He watches Bellara’s hands work around the artifact anyway, feels along the edges of the magic she’s doing. Bel’s magic always feels bright, curious and sharp- not sharp like a dagger, but sharp like wit. Personable and malleable. “-ook!” His head jerks up, and Rook’s gaze finally refocuses on Bellara, who’s waving a hand in his face, “Oh! There you are!” she grins, “Lost you for a moment, there,” He chuckles nervously, “Ah, sorry about that. You guys got talking all your fancy words and you lost me,” “I do worry for the state of your magical education sometimes,” Emmrich mumbles, ever the professor, and Rook snickers, even if the amusement he feels is dull like every other emotion since the ritual. “Maybe you could do a placement test,” he jokes, and Emmrich visibly lights up at the idea, but then Taash’s elbow is on top of Rook’s head. “So what is this thing?” they ask, motioning towards the artifact Bellara stabilized. “Oh!” Bellara grins, “Interestingly, I think this one is from after the Veil went up- just the way it reacts to the Veil is all, far more receptive to the comparatively lower levels of magical input modern mages are capable of- though what it was for...” she frowns, “Not sure! But Irelin and Strife will be glad to know it’s not exploding!” Davrin snorts, “I think most people are glad it’s not exploding,” “That would be troublesome,” Lucanis mumbles. “... Magic is fucking weird,” is all Taash has to say to this, earning a snort from Neve and a fond little chuckle from Emmrich. “No denying that,” Rook mutters, trying to get his eyes to focus. They’re right, it is fucking weird, and has only gotten weirder the past several weeks. Maker, he wished shit would stop getting weird and sad and start making sense again. If it ever could.

[storm-arts-around]

The Inquisitor is the foil to Solas in that they gather people together to fight for the common good, and gain a title that grows beyond them.

Rook is the foil to Solas in that they meant to do good but oh BOY did they fuck it up SO bad.

[higheverweave]

Yall realize Solas let out Elgarnan out most likely …. Elgarnan is the god of revenge Which character in this series would have the most reason to get revenge on a large amount of people?

The Inquisitor and it works for almost every origin

Warrior Inquisitor getting revenge on mages

Qunari Inquisitor taking out years of pent up frustration at the Qun

Dwarf Inquisitor getting revenge on the cartels and gangs of the deeproads

Mage Inquisitor hunting Templars

And elvhen specific is juicy ….

Imagine Elgarnan using magic to alter Lavellan’s morals based on their pain and trauma …. Imagine Elgarnan taking away the one thing holding Lavellan back their Empathy…and ability to feel remorse

Now imagine the roles are reversed and the Inquisitor is the big bad and Solas has to stop them