#meraad mercar

[chroniclesinlacuna]

Prompt 31. A kiss in the rain for Davrin/Meraad, please?

Thank you so much! 💛

31. A kiss in the rain

The forest is quiet around them - a dull aching quiet, air heavy with damp and copper. There are dark clouds looming overhead, a harsh wind scraping past blood stained leaves. The fight had been short - barely worth the effort, except it had also been way too close to the Veil Jumper’s camp. They’d been happy to assist, and now that it was over, Bellara was happy to take Assan to search for truffles before the rain hit.

There’s a crackling to the air - and he’s not sure if it’s from the coming storm, or the aftershocks of concentrated lightning Meraad had been throwing around in a beautiful, chaotic display of power that had left so much energy in its wake that it was only now just starting to dissipate. It left him feeling…looking around he spotted Meraad a ways off, on his back by the curve in the river.

“I know you’re not tired.” He says once he gets close enough to stand beside him. Meraad’s eyes stay closed, but graces him with a smile.

“Davrin, I know you and Taash have a thing about not giving up or something, but I - I am a pampered city mage and I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Strife convince you of that? Even I can’t keep up with that old ass…” He sees the arm coming, braces only enough to catch himself on his arm above Meraad instead of landing on his chest when the swipe comes. “You know, I do wear heavy armor.”

“And the day I catch you with a trick like that unawares is the day Assan takes over as the Grey Warden.” Bright eyes finally open to look up at him, much closer now, so he can see that yes, Meraad is actually tired. But he’s also still thrumming with untapped energy - sparks lighting across his skin, bringing freckles into sharp relief before melting away.

“Oh, got a countdown going?”

“Nah, a bet.”

“With who?” A grin is all he gets, and all Davrin can do in the face of that… that tired, sweet, happy fondness staring up at him is chase the next crackle of energy to lips that eagerly pull him in, thick arms coming up to pull him even closer.

The clap of thunder seconds - minutes, an hour? - later, startles both of them hard enough to jolt, pulling apart long enough to look up, just as sheets of rain start pouring down on top of them, turning the green grass blue and breaking the mirror of the river beside them. He feels the rumble of the laugh below him, and the roll of thunder above - the crackle of latent energy pressing against him from both sides, and when he looks back down, dark eyes stare back at him with such…electrifying heat to match a sharp grin, that all he can do - all he can ever do - is chase that energy again, and again, drowning in the roll of lightning on his tongue, and the raging of thunder in his chest.

[fereldencorvids]

it took me almost an hour last night but i have a lad!! never crossed my mind that i’d make a mercar first but here we are. it fit him the most as i made him. his name’s meraad. i didn’t have any rooks planned out pre game so im very excited to get to meet him.

[wardentabriis]

Meraad Mercar x Neve Gallus

[chroniclesinlacuna]

2, 12, 22 and 32 from the fifty rook questions if you’re takin em!!

Thank you! For Meraad (though I'll be working on a veil jumper rook too soon) -

2. How did Rook get the nickname? What do they think of it?

During a job, he might've. Taken out a wall. When asked why he snarked back that it wasn't his idea, he was just a pawn in someone else's plan. Varric found that charming and incorrect. Rook now finds the name interesting, though he's still getting used to it.

12. Does Rook have any family? Do they keep in touch?

He does not! He remembers both his parents and the woman that took them all in with happiness, but his parents were older when they had him and his adoptive aunt even older. He supposes he technically has some adoptive cousins out there, since his aunt did have grown children, but they've never been close, and while he wishes them nothing but the best and he'd help them in a heartbeat, he doesn't really consider them family.

22. Most embarrassing memory as a teenager:

He tried very, very hard to help his aunt repair an old barn on her property. About the only time her kids felt like family was when he turned up on their doorstep, covered in soot, wondering if they would be interested in some last minute barn building before she got back.

32. How would a desire demon tempt Rook?

Power. Power to help, power to do better. He remembers how, though his parents were old, they were broken well beyond their years, and he doesn't want anyone else to go through that - ever, if he can help it.

[fereldencorvids]

“and now you’re gonna be insufferable about it. see this is why nobody likes you.” IM CRYING

[chroniclesinlacuna]

My boy! Meraad Mercar. I'll need to get a shot of his tattoos at some point too.

[chroniclesinlacuna]

🌼🌷 for both your Rooks from the ask game!

Thank you! We'll do Meraad and Telahn since Tez got the last ask game lol

🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say?

Meraad - petrichor and linen I'd think. Staticy, earthy, and clean.

Telahn - ash and death to start. Takes a bit to get to the wood smoke and leather. I'm not thinking of a fic for this shhhh

🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse?

Meraad - Dock Town at first, particularly around the actual docks where he used to work, both for the Shadow Dragons and on his own. He does not need much convincing to go with Neve back home. Later, it's hard to pull him away from the beaches in Rivain, particularly at sun down. The water is loud and the rest of the world is quiet there.

Telahn - He doesn't have one. The closest he'd get during the main events of the game is going to his room and shutting the door - it's both more and less private than what he got at Weisshaupt so it doesn't really occur to him to look out for anything else. He's getting an appreciation for the market in Treviso now though.

[fereldencorvids]

[fereldencorvids]

just met taash and this would be even more complicated for meraad since he grew up without a mom :/

[chroniclesinlacuna]

Meraad is like. Two seconds from yelling at Varric and disappearing into Arlathan Forest to be honest. I'd imagine Lace sees it. Maybe Davrin after a bit. And if he doesn't joke about it, it'll be so much worse.

Love that for him.

[wardentabriis]

Oh no it's another Rook. Meet Meraad Mercar. She's also definitely not a mage *wink wonk*