#lorant

[let-gavin-free]

Lorant Lahlas ‘Rook’ Mercar - Professional Yapper and Lucanis Dellamorte - Professional Listener and completly in love with him

//it took me forever to do this

[borderpoint]

Истории минувших дней: Винденбург | Манч

Вот и закончились школьные дни.

[dohmalore]

Lorant my boy...

[let-gavin-free]

Firsts - A rookanis fic with my Shadow Dragon Rook Lorant Mercar

This is so bare bones but its called a wip for a reason!

First Kiss

His hands cupped his cheeks, thumb’s brushing against the skin. He could feel the nerves the other man had through the awkward hold on his hips and it melted his heart. This poor man, never been kissed before and it makes him feel giddy that he was going to be his first.

“You sure?” he asked in a whisper, mismatched eyes searching the deep brown pools of Lucanis’. He could feel his resolve slipping, and he needed to ask once more before it did.

“Rook…please…�� Lucanis murmured, his cheeks flushing darker - if possible-. “Kiss me already…”

Lorant smiled softly in a small laugh before leaning in. His eyes were half lidded as he rubbed their noses together a tad, their breaths mingling together. He teased Lucanis a bit before brushing their lips together, hearing Lucanis’ breath hitch. The brush was enough to push him over the ledge, his resolve falling away as he slotted their lips together. The grip on his hips grew tight before he felt Lucanis’ arms fully wrap around his waist, hands pressing desperately into his back- as if he could mold Lorant into him. And he loved every second of it.

He guided their lips together in a small dance, showing just how pleasurable it was to go slow but passionate. How good it felt to be pressed up together, Lorant straddling his lap as Lucanis sat against the wall on his makeshift bed. He knew his knees would complain in the morning from the hardwood but right now, all he could care about was how gods damn soft Lucanis’ lips were and that lovely taste of coffee mixed in with his own hot chocolate taste- making this the best first kiss he's had. Ever.

Lorant pulls away slowly, hands dropping to Lucanis’ chest, feeling the other mans heart thudding rapidly. A soft smile came to his lips as he looked at Lucanis who looked to be in frozen bliss.

“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing their noses together.

Lucanis’ eyes slowly cracked open, the soft candle light giving a gentle glint to his eyes. Those dark chocolate eyes that made his knees weak anytime Lucanis looked at him.

“Just…perfect, mi amor…” the antivan whispered, hands sliding down to his hips, thumbs making circles into the fabric that covered them.

“Yeah?” Lorants smile grew, a hand coming up to brush a wisp of hair from the other's face before gently tracing his cheekbone down to his jaw and around to his chin. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[magpiemoonchild]

This is the funniest line in the entire fucking game you cannot tell me otherwise British!M!Rook's VA deserves an award for this alone 🤣

[skmr24]

[transscr0ogetruther]

One day in the Lighthouse Lucanis makes dinner and is like “what do you guys think. Please be honest” and Rook (a qunari who was raised by a very qunari mother who was a cook in par vollen) just drops his usual jovial mask and starts criticizing every last detail. Not in a mean way but not very nice either…. Typical qunari brutal honesty and everyone is like “wtf why is Rook being so mean??? poor lucanis.” Meanwhile Lucanis is overjoyed but no one can tell because he’s got his usual blank expression

Finally after two whole minutes of ripping into him Rook smiles and says “but what do I know :) thank you for dinner” and that’s not the moment that Lucanis fell in love but it IS the moment he began to desire Rook carnally

[let-gavin-free]

All rooks (and lavellan siblings bc i couldnt help myself with how cute these plushes are #oh my god sobbing) under the cut 😭

Rooks:

Lorant: He would have all the dragons but love Dexter the most

Evunial: I originally thought a bird until Brook came up cuz oh my god my heart

Andi: She grew up on a farm and fell in love with ducks especially fluffy ones

Lavellans:

Inquisitor Mahanon: Hed fall in love with Mitzi bc itd remind him of his halla Atisha 😭

The Twins- Neria and Sarel (adopted siblings of Mahanon): Both would go for a fox, Neria bc she is cunning and sly like a fox, Sarel specifically grabs Bashful due to relating to him

rook qotd: what plushie from jellycat would they like :)

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... flower power ...

"Our Lily" and "Arum Lily", by photographer Stefan Lorant, captured in 1937. An extraordinary comparison where photographer shows similar movements of ballet with flower.

[theesteppenwolf]

More Lorant and Jasper to brighten your day 💛

Jasper belongs to the super awesome @marvelous-goose

they're so in love they make me sick im throwing up rn

[lizzarts]

Hrrrnn yes tell me about the Fade, Professor 😍

I'm normal about this old man and so is Lorant

[let-gavin-free]

Hi! 7 or 13 for the Mercar ask game, if you want!

Ah thank you for asking, and sorry for the late reply, my brain hasnt worked at all this last week 🤪

Heres number #7: Rook discovering Ashur's real identity

Mercar Ask Game found here

No Knock Shock

Rook: Lorant Lahlas 'Rook' Mercar - age in fic: 29 yrs,

Story: Set before Veilguard events

All those lessons about manners and knocking on peoples doors before entering, that his mother tried her damnedest on teaching him- came flooding back. He could practically hear her screaming beyond the grave as what ever question he had for Ashur left his brain.

In front if him stood Ashur, hat off and mask crumpled on his desk. But it wasn't really Ashur….was it? He looked him up and down . The same shoulder build, same body proportions. The eyes were the familiar blue Ashur sported, too. He nodded to himself that yeah no this was Ashur's body.

He just had the face of the Imperial Divine.

Ashur; a current head of the Shadow Dragons, the one that agreed to take him on as a young Dragon almost a decade ago- was the gods damned Imperial Divine.

And he just walked in on him, nothing hiding his identity from his mismatched eyes. He now knew how Tarquin felt when walking on him as he was doing scar management for the two scars under his pecs, at a time where Lorant wasn't out to the Dragons: Like an ass.

"Kaffas, Ashur- sorry, I'll come back- i should have knocked," he started, finally realizing he was just staring at the man - saying fucking nothing.

Ashur's deep chuckle broke through Lorant's embarrassment, "Its fine, Red." The nick name the older man used for him since the day they met, rolled off his tongue. "I knew it'd happen one day."

Lorant froze and felt even more embarrassing dread hit him. "Gods don't say that, I feel bad enough." He weakly laughed, rubbing his neck.

Ashur snorted softly before taking a seat at his desk, "Lorant, I knew the day I saw you hanging off your fathers arm, blabbing on about whatever your ten year old head could think of, that one day you'd be trouble."

Lorant knows the day Ashur was talking about. Twenty-ish years ago his parents had some meetings with the Vesperian family, consulting with the two military personnel for the Imperial Divine of the times grand ball they had coming up. He doesn't remember what they were talking about specifically but he knew he was so bored waiting around.

Normally his mom and dad wouldn't bring him around, preferring to keep him safely home and away from judgmental eyes that would only stare at his pointed ears, but something had happened that morning to where their only choice was to bring him. He didn't remember, nor care, what but he did remember the cramped hood that hid his ears and barely contained his unruly red hair.

He also remembered being so bored, gripping onto his fathers hand as he stood by, rambling about nonsense to himself but loud enough for his father to shush him a couple times. The adults were talking about guard posts or whatever but he and the other non adult in the room caught each others eyes and stared at each other, not listening to a word the adults said. Their eyes never left each other, sussing the other out, which shushed Lorant for a time. He remembered taking in the older kid, thinking that he didn't look like the son of the divine. He thought the son of the divine would be more regal, more other worldly.

The kid looked to be in his teens maybe early twenties and scrawny.

The kid had some striking blue eyes too…

Wait…

"That was you?!"

Ashur's laugh came back once more and he shifted, plopping his feet up on his desk, crumpling some papers. "Yes it was."

Lorant laughed in shock before shaking his head, "I can't believe I've embarrassed myself in front of you more than once now."

"Oh its been WAY more than once, Red." He laughed, "Now was there something you needed or are you just here to barge in on me unannounced?" Ashur teased, arms crossing his chest.

Lorant groaned at the dig, knowing he wasn't going to live this down for a while.

(Tbc maybe????)

[borderpoint]

Истории минувших дней: Винденбург | Манч

Скоро заглянем к самому Лукасу и его семье, состоящей из старшего сына Лоранта [который кстати помог Джастину разработать шахматный симулятор], младшего сына Гюстава и жены Луны Виллареаль.

[marvelous-goose]

OC KISS WEEK 2025

Prompt: Caught

Featuring my darling Jasper Thorne & Lorant Thorne, who belongs to the wonderful @theesteppenwolf !!!! Loosely inspired by some lovely art she did of the two of them :3

It was winter at Weisshaupt, and Antoine and Evka were throwing their annual Feast Day party—which was really just an excuse for their friends to dress up nice and get wasted, but who cares? Grey Wardens take joy where they can find it; it certainly won’t find them in the end.

Lorant lay across Jasper’s narrow bed, half dressed, his long red hair strewn across the thin blanket. He was still choosing between the two shirts on either side of him, but he decided to take a break from his internal debate to watch Jasper carefully apply shimmery eyeshadow around his eyes, the other Warden’s face mere inches away from the tiny mirror he and Emmy kept in their room.

Jasper looked over to see Lorant staring at him. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just cute when you’re focused.” Lorant smirked coyly.

Jasper rolled his eyes in response, but a blush was spreading across his cheeks. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, I’m serious!” He tossed his head back as he laughed, his hair glowing like fire in the warm candlelight.

Jasper gave him a fond smile. Lorant was an incurable and endearing flirt—and Jasper loved to tease him back. “I’m sure you saw cuter when you were a fancy noble in Orlais,” he shot back.

Lorant shook his head morosely. “Never. They all hide their faces behind masks, in Orlais. Such a shame.” He sighed. “Although, I do regret that I may never show you the unique beauty of those masquerade balls.”

“I always dreamed of attending a ball when I was a kid.” Jasper returned to the tiny mirror, now lining his eyes. “There was a book salesman who passed through my hometown once—my ma got me a novel about an Orlesian knight, and he attended a ball at one point in the story. It was so romantic.” Quick flicks of his wrist made fast work of the eyeliner. He looked back to Lorant, who was still watching him with…interest? Amusement? “What, do you want me to do your makeup too?” Jasper teased.

Lorant cocked an eyebrow and looked up, thinking it over. “You know what? Sure. You look so hot with that eyeliner, it’s only fair of you to level the playing field, give me some, too.”

The blush on Jasper’s cheeks spread even further. Without a word, he pulled his long, blondish-brown hair into a bun and stuck an eyeshadow brush through it to keep it in place. “Just eyeliner?”

Lorant nodded. “I don’t want to get too carried away…” He gave Jasper a crafty little grin and pushed himself upright, the muscles in his freckled arms and shoulders highlighted by the flickering shadows.

Oh, Jasper could fight back. He grabbed the tiny pot of eyeliner, wiped his brush clean, and walked over to Lorant—and before the redheaded Warden could do anything about it, Jasper placed a hand on his bare chest and pushed him back down onto the bed, then straddled his hips. “I’ll get a better angle with my wrist this way,” he said innocently. Lorant’s eyebrows shot up, but he said nothing; Jasper felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He dipped the brush into the eyeliner, wiped the excess off on the edge of the pot, then adjusted it in his right hand like a pencil.

He held Lorant’s face still with his left hand and gently rested the side of his right hand on the redhead’s lightly scruffy, freckled cheek. Those eyes…sometimes Jasper forgot how beautiful they were. One a soft, cornflower blue, the other hazel. They both looked up at him with a mix of wonder and desire. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, and Lorant obliged. He gently swiped the brush along the line of his eyelashes, using short strokes. Lorant was making a clear, conscious effort to stay still, and Jasper rewarded him with a stroke of his thumb across Lorant’s cheek. The Warden hummed in appreciation.

With the first eye finished, Jasper lifted his hand, dipped the brush in the eyeliner once more, then rested his hand on Lorant’s brow. Again, he flicked the brush against Lorant’s lash line, applying just enough eyeliner to make his eyes really pop. When he finished with the second eye, Jasper set down the brush and gently used the pad of his pinky finger to smudge out the line a little. “Okay. You can open them.”

Lorant’s eyes blinked open and locked with Jasper’s. The breath caught in Jasper’s throat. Maker above, he was beautiful. The jet-black of the eyeliner was stark against the blue and hazel of his eyes, glowing in the soft candlelight; Jasper glanced down at his fellow Warden’s lips, imagined what they might taste like, how they might feel against his own. He and Lorant had been flirting for months, and he’d always thought it was a game they were playing, but…what if it wasn’t? What if it could be real, right now?

“Hey,” murmured Lorant, a dazed expression on his face. He smiled softly at Jasper and reached up, placed a warm hand where his jaw met his throat, deft fingers stroking the edges of Jasper’s short beard. Jasper melted into his touch.

“Hey,” Jasper replied, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his chest. Planting his right hand on the bed to brace himself, Jasper dipped to rest his forehead against Lorant’s, their noses bumping, their breath intermingling. He could close the gap between their lips right now.

He didn’t get the chance. Lorant pulled him down the rest of the way and their lips pressed together, sweet and warm. A giddy smile tugged at the corners of Jasper’s lips. “Ah, your mustache tickles,” whispered Lorant into Jasper’s mouth.

“Sorry—“ Jasper was cut off with another kiss, more fervent than the last. Lorant’s teeth grazed across his lower lip, and Jasper shuddered. He shifted his hips against Lorant’s and the redhead let out a low groan—

—When suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Emmy, Jasper’s twin sister, barged in. Lorant and Jasper sprung apart.

“Hey, Jasper, can you—ANDRASTE’S FLAMING KNICKERS.” She immediately covered her eyes with one hand and backed out of the room. “Maker’s breath, the least you can do is put a sock on the doorknob or something next time. Fuck.” She left and slammed the door behind her.

When Jasper and Lorant finally looked at each other again, Jasper’s face was beet red. Lorant giggled. “I love how easy it is to make you blush, you know.”

Jasper just gave him a goofy grin.

[let-gavin-free]

So I currently have 3 rooks. I took this and RAN.

These got long so read more!

Lorant Mercar (Shadow Dragon - Trans Man - Elf - 32 - Mage - Orphan x2 - LI: Lucanis ):

He’d be lost after the exile. This would mean he lost a family, once again, and he’d probably struggle with idea of finding another. He’d concider the Dalish clan he did his Dalish studies with, thanks to his mother, but he’d still want to help the world - doing something. Hed heard about the grey wardens and concider it before confirming it would be the last resort for him. And then he remembered about the south. The whisperings some months ago about the Inquisitor, a secret ally of the Dragons. The Inquisitor Lavellan would be bound to make his way over any day now, if he timed the next meeting right. He’d ask him to take him in, offer any help to him and whatever he was doing. There were rumored stories of the Inquisition full of castaways that the Dalish leader took in, no questions asked. Hed hope they were right.

And they were, in a way. The Inquisition bad been disbanded but Lavellans clan was the gate way to freedom for most freed enslaved Dalish the Dragons had freed. Mahanon agreed to taking him IF Lorant provided anything he could to the operation of aiding the newly freed.

And he was in. Immediately. Working the other side of a job he knew every in and out of, fullfilled him. Hed work with Mahanon, to prove himself to the former Inquisitor and now Keeper. Learning about Dalish history more through Mahanon, doing his part when there was a new job to retrieve freed slaves or help them plan other means, if needed, once safe. In game events happen and he becomes Mahanons second hand when the other elf meets Harding for information. He becomes a middle man for missives to and from the dwarf. Hed learn all he could about Solas and the Mahanons friendship inbetween the moments alone he had , so once end game events happen - he aids in the fight right beside Mahanon and Dorian. He reunites with a now blighted Viper and worried Tarquin. Hed feel awkward but in the end get closure from the two, and

And because i am a avid lover of Lucanis and believe in ‘we meet in every universe’ soulmates, he has brief moments with Lucanis in between the fights. Each one making the crow more intriguing. And once the world is saved with Solas, he walks up to Lucanis and properly introduces himself, shooting his shot. Lucsnis, thanks much to Spites insistence- agrees to a date. Meet cute, ya know?

Evunial De Riva: (Antivan Crow - Trans Man - Ex Dalish Elf - 35 - Mage - Widower - LI: Emmrich):

Hed also be lost. And depressed. First he looses his clan and pregnant wife, sending him down a spiral before finding a new family in the crows. Who, after he just proved himself to the Talons, exiles him. And he knows its not Viagos or Teias wish, but the other Talons voted it. Doesnt mean it doesnt sting. He leaves Antiva, bit by bit. First landing in Arlthan Forest and explored any ruin he could. Then hed hear whispers about Nevarras undead king, and it would intrigue him. And then hed hear about the Necropolis. And then his mind would be made. Hed put down the assassin route for now, and learn to accept the loss of his family. Then maybe, he’d pick up the cape after.

And so he travels to Navarra, and hed somehow convince the Mourn Watch to take him in. And when they do, hed work himself up. Hed go to every class and read every book. Hed learn to admire death in a more emotional way, instead of cold acceptance that only hurt him more. Hed find what he could of Dalish funerary and add in his knowledge, or what he could remember from his time as a first of his clan any way. Hed give back what he could.

And then one day, hed see Lucanis; Wandering the halls with a short elvhen woman and a large human woman. One a rogue and the other a mage. Hed follow behind before catching Lucanis’ gaze once the two women went off into a dig site. The two would shake hands, Evunial commenting on his alive status. Then hed learn about the failed ritual and the dragon attack on Treviso. And a part of him aches to aid, telling Lucanis as such, confiding in his old friend. And Lucanis, doesn’t hesitate to ask him to join. Evunial was the only one he trusted fully right now after learning of Caterinas death, said Lucanis. And Evunial doesnt hesitate in agreeing. Caterina was one Talon he admired, despite knowing it was her final say that confirmed his exile. So to at least help Lucanis get his revenge for the old woman, was enough for him.

And from there game events happened. He meets Emmrich, both laughing over the fact they never crossed paths in the halls. He aids Lucanis, avoiding on heading to Treviso each time. He gets closer to Bellara, the elven woman from before, and Davrin - a ex Dalish Grey Warden. He realizes after a harmless date with Emmrich hes in love with the necromancer. And after joining the rescue of Caterina and the fight against Illario along side Lucanis and Andi, the veilguards leader, hed show his face to Viago and Teia. And after a night of reconnecting, hed give his regards and head out of the ball, feeling a bit of closure of his relationship with the crows. Hed concider his assassin life again, after talking with Emmrich and after the end game events happened.

Andi Hawke (Lord of Fortune - Cis Woman - Human - 22 - Mage - Daughter of Adrian Hawke and Anders (adopted) - LI: Bellara)

In my canon, shes not a rook but a companion that joined from the begining. So in this she becomes Rook but still doesnt get recruited til after Varrics death. Let me explain~

The exile would hit her but shed respect her Aunt Isabella and go back home to her dads in the south. Shed tell her tales of adventure to her dads as she did her farming chores at their home in the middle of nowehere exile. She’d lessen her hoard from her lord days, selling off pieces and giving some money back to kirkwall anonymously. Shed learn of Varrics adventure from Hawke, who got a letter from the dwarf. Shed write to her uncle, begging for him to allow her to join, offering her knowledge from her days in the Lords. Shed be let down, when his reply was that he didnt want to endanger his only niece in a fight to save the world situation. But shed understand, and continue to help out Kirkwall secretly now that Varric was busy.

Then a letter from Isabella would come. Varric was dead and Andi, not wanting to believe it, left. She’d meet up with Harding and Neve in Rivain, and offered her services. Harding, who had the connection to Solas, would agree to them as long as Andi became the leader. Neve had told the dwarf about the job that exiled Andi and knowing Andi was Varrics niece, her want of Andi to be the leader was sound in her mind. Andi agreed, before panicking about the unexpected upgrade and asking her Dad for advice in leadership.

And game events happen. She pulls together this kick ass team, helping her new friends fix their shit and saving the world, all while falling in love with Bellara. (I havnt progressed much in her playthrough to give any other details about her run so this is the bare bones of this AU for Andi. HOPEFULLY this still fits the prompt lmao)

Rook Introduction Hour 2/7/25

Good morning, Veilguardians!✨ Hope your Friday is off to a beautiful start!

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

Today's Question(s): If your Rook had not been recruited by Varric after they were exiled from their faction, what would they have done? How would they have reacted to the events of the game if they weren't in a position to influence them? Would they have tried to go back to their faction? Would they have joined another? Would they have attempted to combat the gods alone?

Answer as much or as little as you like! Have fun, and thanks for sharing!

[saartje77]

My rook, Lorant.