#gallus headcanons

[murmurillo]

I have a headcanon that Gallus’s backstory in the Guild has a breaking bad, better call Saul vibe to it. Like his life was less of a fantasy tale, more of a criminal rise and fall novel? Here are some details:

the only times the guild was really ‘thriving’ were back in 170s when Gallus ruled it. before and after him, they were a simple bunch of thieves, more or less. Gallus did his math, realised that (economically speaking) this ‘business model’ was unviable, and re-organized the guild into a vast syndicate providing all kinds of shady services

he won his reign in a competition against Mercer; the competition was to steal the Imperial Crown (right before the coronation of Titus Mede II). When Gallus returned to the guild, the thieves wanted to keep the crown as a symbol of their glory, but Gallus played a humble man and gave a passionate (and very much planned) speech about him not wanting to be anyone’s ‘king’ but being there to serve his people. Later, he sawed the crown into jewels, sold each one separately and therefore made an impressive starting fund for all his investments and renovations

He hired all sorts of young and impressionable misfits and trained them into becoming skilled copyists, gamblers, messengers, swindlers, and so on - so much that actual thieves became a minority of the guild members and its associates. Mercer sarcastically offered to change the name to ‘Chicanery Guild’ but eventually Gallus proved that shady land deals were worth A LOT more gold than stealing some gilded pots now and then

He had a young secretary that he personally pulled out of jail to work for him. The secretary was gay af and got absolutely infatuated with Gallus (who didn’t mind because additional loyalty never hurts)

Mercer and Maven started as business partners and continued as cynical lovers who enjoyed luxury and making fools out of people

Delvin and Glover, and later Brynjolf and Vex were a part of the ‘hire the orphans’ program. Vex joined the guild as a child who lost her family in the Great War, and was trained personally by Karliah, with whom she had an adorable big sister/little sister relationship. Brynjolf, in his turn, was Mercer’s young apprentice

Gallus had personal beef with the Empire because the Imperials jailed and executed Dralsi Indoril (his mentor and saviour, and Karliah’s mother) without a trial. So much that he intentionally financed Thalmor during the war (his biggest mistake that he came to realise when it was already too late)

Dealing with Thalmor required even more money, so Gallus resorted to drug trade (and later drug production, which became his very personal side business with Enthir)

He learned the Falmer language to keep his drug schemes and writings safe from everyone (especially Mercer)

Eventually he developed an addiction himself, but Mercer and Karliah discovered it and decided to take action. Mercer didn’t want to betray Gallus from the start: he stole the Key to save him

Using the Key, Mercer broke into Gallus’s safe fearing that he might have kept the stuff in there, but found his encoded trade plans instead. He deciphered them and got shocked that Gallus not only kept the drug money in the guild, but transferred it to the enemy of the state

Mercer tried to expose Gallus, but he and everyone else just laughed at his face. ‘What’s that, you say? Falmer writings? And we’re supposed to believe you’? THIS IS HOW ‘THE PURSUIT’ SHOULD HAVE LOOKED AT THE GAME

Trying to play bigger and bigger, searching for risk and fulfilment, Gallus dragged himself into a zugzwang. Thalmor had him, and so did the drug business, so when he discovered that Mercer stole and kept the Key (which meant that the Nightingales had failed, and Gallus was the one to blame), it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. ‘I am a dead man one way or another’

Mercer also didn’t plan on killing Gallus, he kinda saw it as an option. They had a super-complicated friend/rival relationship, and in fact, Mercer automatically rushed to save Gallus whenever there was a danger,

So yeah, they fought at the Snow Veil, but after defeating Gallus, Mercer felt something like ‘damn I can’t let him go’. And he would have saved him, but Karliah interfered, and the time was lost - and so was the chance

Mercer improvised and framed Karliah for murder, but he never really tried to track and take her down (that’s why she freely wandered around for 25 years)

In terms of behaviour, Gallus was somewhat of a Gus Fring type, and Mercer was a Lalo Salamanca one

Tldr: Gallus was super intelligent and curly and adorable but ALSO a slightly psychopathic risk addict who basically brought death upon himself, and Mercer was a cool guy who didn’t resist the temptation to become even cooler, and Karliah was a sweet cinnamon roll.

[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.

[devilry-revelry]

At the start of Veilguard, if you run with a female Rook, it’s girl squad right up until you recruit Lucanis.

Once he’s picked up, there is chatter about how Harding is a terrible cook, how Bellara is usually making meals, and there is almost immediately a grocery list posted in the kitchen, written by Lucanis.

Then he goes shopping for the ladies.

I know this can’t be a new take, but I love the idea of these ladies surviving off of girl dinner, and Lucanis is just… horrified.

Bellara just snuck in to the pantry to grab her fourth apple of the day.

Neve had a handful of almonds and coffee for dinner.

Harding just made… something that no one else could stomach. She barely even ate her portion before eating a stale heel of bread.

Rook was in the kitchen at midnight eating a cucumber, and only a cucumber. No oil, no vinegar, or salt, pepper. She didn’t even chop the damn thing up.

Fresh from the Ossuary, and immediately on a new job, Lucanis decides the best way to success is making sure the ladies of the Lighthouse are properly fueled to save the world. It starts with a grocery list, and a new house rule: everyone comes to dinner. No exceptions.

[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

[ellie-writes-games]

Lucanis Lunchboxes: Dalish Stripweed Nettle Soup

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

On the map, a "!" icon appears in the hallway just outside Rook's room in the Lighthouse. A temporary chest here holds a one-of-a-kind Valuable and a letter from Lucanis that is added to the Codex. Triggers after all Companions have been recruited in Act 1.

[SPOILERS] Read the letter from Lucanis below the line:

Writing Rambles

There's a lovely feeling when we reach the paella cutscene with Lucanis that the group is finally getting into their groove. It feels like a found family, with trust and rapport built one fade-touched stone at a time.

So naturally, I wanted to explore the opposite of that. How many things can go wrong at once? How can everyone give into their impulses or fall back on old habits in a way that gives the gang a ways to grow, while making as many little nods to lore, existing banter, and honoring the canon?

It was a doozy and this runs long. I don't generally like long codices, but I worked with an editor on this piece and shaved it within an inch of its life. (I like to think it still packs in a whole lot of scenery, despite how efficient I tried to be.) In a perfect world, this kind of writing might live in a few codex entries by different authors, or coexist with an ambient dialogue to let the note breathe a bit.

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

This is fanfiction written by me, @ellie-writes-games. These are NOT actual screenshots from the game. Peace, love, and mad props to the DA writers.

[rookamell]

Neve is so scared of getting hurt but she's also so scared of other people getting hurt because of her and I think it's wonderful that she's emotionally intelligent enough to know when someone deeply cares about her or she deeply cares about someone else but not emotionally intelligent enough to like... be normal about it

[ladylentejita]

Life at the Lighthouse doesn’t offer many distractions, but luckily, a good portion of the team happens to be book nerds.

So, Rook establishes a tradition: reserving a special book to read aloud together by the kitchen hearth.

Naturally, Rook gets to pick the first book and chooses a steamy romance novel.

“Whait for it” Rook announces with a breathless gasp of excitement.

Bellara leans in closer, eyes wide with anticipation. Lace kicks her feet in giddy excitement, while Neve takes a measured sip of her coffee, managing to maintain her composure better than the others—but still clearly intrigued.

Rook clears their throat dramatically, taking a moment to find the right tone, letting the suspense build among their audience.

“You are the bane of my existence...” Rook begins, pausing just long enough to watch everyone hold their breath.

“And the object of all my desires.”

The instant the line is delivered, Rook lets out a strangled gasp and hides their face behind the book. Bellara grabs their arm, shaking them, while she and Lace scream in unison with Rook.

“… That was intense” Neve remarks dryly, amused by her teammates’ over-the-top reactions.

Lucanis remains composed and silent, but is the most invested.

Of course, Rook insists Lucanis re-reads the passage aloud again.

“It's going to be soo much better with your voice”

[uchidachi]

People are commenting in the notes of my poll where I (lovingly!) rag on Harding for her terrible cooking that Neve’s probably not a better option, but I disagree. I think Neve isn’t even a good enough cook to be bad at it. “I boiled some hot dogs, enjoy.” “There’s chicken nuggets in the air fryer.” If she’s feeling very fancy you get cheese sandwiches. Untoasted.

[treviso-nights]

bellara forces (politely asks) the book club to read a court of thorns and roses. emmrich loves the fanciful world-building and the fact that people come back from the dead. lucanis wonders why all of the spies are so bad at spying. taash complains about a lack of wings during sex scenes. harding ends up feeling bad for tamlin. neve lobotomizes herself with an ice spell.

[summerfirewood]

DATV + Finding a Baby Headcanons

go ahead and disagree but this how I imagine the Veilguard being if they randomly came across an abandoned baby and brought them back to the Lighthouse

Neve : Knows how to take care of the baby. Immediately goes into caretaker mode. Is also the most active in trying to find where the baby comes from. Does not do baby talk. The baby probably lives in her room or in Rook's room.

Bellara : Loves babies. Does not know how to take care of one. Will give the baby a ton of affection and will read to them. Will communicate in Baby Talk for weeks

Taash : Also knows how to take care of the baby. Very gentle. Wears clothes pin on nose when its their turn to change the baby. Teaches everyone how to swaddle the baby and talks shit to whomever does it wrong. Does not do baby talk.

Harding : One of the biggest worry-warts when it comes to the baby. Second-guesses herself a lot but does her best. Likes to show the baby plants and what plant is good for what. Goes between baby talk and regular talk.

Emmrich : Another big worry-wart about the baby. Does not know how to take care of the baby but is reading and trying to follow Neve and Taash's example. Does baby talk when alone with the baby. Also reads to the baby.

Davrin : Does not know how to take care of the baby and tries to avoid any type of baby duty when possible. Loves making the baby laugh. Hates changing the diaper. Also active in trying to find where the baby comes from. Finds himself slipping into baby talk randomly.

Lucanis : Does not know how to take care of the baby. Will put the baby on the counter or table in a basket while he's cooking. Sings Antivan lullabies. Makes puree foods for the baby. Will randomly slip into baby talk.

Spite : Talks a lot of shit to Lucanis about the way he takes care of the baby but is not actively helping in any way. Especially when it comes to changing the baby.

Assan & Manfred : They are so excited to be big brothers. Will argue with their dads about spending time with the baby.

Rook : This up to you guys

[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.

[lunafeatherart]

I refuse to accept the shorty erasure Bioware is trying to foist on Nevemancers 😤

[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.

[wanderingjedi77]

Not my Rook trying to stay up late and work and everyone constantly checking on her. Not Bellara calling Rook Ma Vhenan or Rook finding little love notes from Davrin after a long day. Not my Rook hiding away to draw on missions and Taash keeping close to ward off any demons. Not my Rook getting protective of her companions and them finding it endearing or Lace braiding Rook's hair during meetings. Not Lucanis making Rooks favorite dessert or Neve hugging Rook from behind.

[ellie-writes-games]

Lucanis Lunchboxes Entry 4: Magister's Honey Pastry

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

My headcanon is that Lucanis mentions coffee so often in the game because it's a safe premise to spend time with Rook. Like when Emmerich askes him for dating advice, the only two things Lucanis can point to are knives and coffee. Oh, our sweet Treviso baby. You need to get out more.

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.