#raine laidir

[winkuzz]

Old Man Kisser getting flustered

[vorgothic]

Harding: Emmrich's a sophisticated guy. A real romantic. If you wanna get his attention, you're gonna wanna be subtle. Smooth. Sweep him off his feet.

Rook: Say no more.

Harding: 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Bonus

I wonder what he's thinking...

[lesetoilesfous]

Inspired by my professional criminal Lord of Fortune, Sundeep Laidir, and what would happen if I let Davrin lead the charge.

Tags: Angst, Hurt no Comfort, Veilguard spoilers

"Whatever it takes." Davrin draws his sword. Then he goes flying, as Rook tackles him off the rubble on which he's standing, like the pedestal for the statue that'll stand in his memory one day. There's a bell-ringing clang as Davrin's plate connects with the rubble below them, and then they're rolling in a chaos of limbs and fresh bruises. Davrin's arms come up to cradle the rogue in his arms instinct, despite the echoing silence in his mind that is still processing the shock of what he just did. Behind and far above them, Ghilan'ain wails, and bright green and purple light breaks open the sky like the curtains they say haunt the stars in the Anderfels.

When they come to a stop, Rook is already scrambling to straddle Davrin's hips, his scarred hands shaking Davrin's shoulders. His hair is wet with blood, clinging to his cheeks, and tears have run tracks through the blood and soot on his face. "No!" He's shouting, and Davrin's ears are still recovering from all the other noise. His voice comes to him from underwater.

Rook's handsome face twists into a grimace of furious despair. "You don't get to do that to me. You idiot. Be selfish! Be selfish for fucking once. For me. For him!" With a jerky gesture, Rook flings an arm behind him to where Assan is waiting hesitantly, fresh gashes on his furred legs. Davrin tries to sit up, and Rook pushes him back down with a strength borne of adrenaline.

"You keep acting like the only thing you can give the world is your death. You fucking coward you could live. You could live. For him. For me. For all of us." Rook shakes his head, and the red light gleams against his brown eyes like wildfire. "What if you had the courage to live for us? What if you stayed? I don't want you to be a hero, Davrin. I just want you to stay."

Davrin lets out a long breath, and reaches up, gently rubbing his thumb across Rook's cheek, wiping away the dirt and tears. "You know I can't, lethallin."

Rook reels back like he's been punched, then curls in on himself, hunching over Davrin's chest. Very, very gently Davrin strokes the sweat-damp waves of his hair. Weakly, Rook punches his breastplate. "I hate you." He mutters, tears dripping like rain onto the silverite.

"No, you don't." Davrin says, softly. Rook doesn't look at him. Assan coos and steps closer, butting his head against Rook's ribs. Rook only sobs harder.

"I didn't need you to be to good." He looks up, eyes shining. "I just needed you to live."

"I know." Davrin cups Rook's cheek with his hand. Rook shuts his eyes, leaning into the heel of his palm. Davrin runs his thumb gently along his bottom lip. Around them, the world begins to fade, like ink bleeding from paper. Rook sees it and tenses, his hands on Davrin's shoulders tightening. Assan shifts nervously, feathers ruffling.

Rook squeezes his eyes shut and gasps, shaking his head. "Don't. Please don't leave me again. Please." He opens his eyes. "Please just stay."

Davrin lowers his hand. "I wish I could." One of Assan's ears pricks up, and he turns his head in the direction of a sound that neither of them can hear. "I'll miss you, lethallin."

Rook shakes his head. "You don't have to."

Davrin reaches out, and rests his hand on the silky warmth of Assan's feathers. "Yes I do."

Rook surges forward, clutching Davrin's face in both of his hands, and kisses him so hard it hurts. But when he opens his eyes, Davrin and Assan are gone, and all that is left is the bright white void of the Fade. He crumples, wrapping his arms around his chest and folding around his knees, and he weeps.

When Rook wakes, he wakes alone, in an empty bed, with a griffin feather on the pillow beside him.

[greypetrel]

From the codex prompts, 20 for Priscilla, 21 for Niamh! 💗

Hi Mo, thank you so much! Also for the list, is such a lovely one! :3 The second will come in its own post!

Tis the prompt list

20. Something written about Rook on a historical plaque

A golden plaque under a statue, placed in a mostly reconstructed little square in Dock Town, Minrathous. The statues depicts a tall woman standing, one hand on a gold conch-shaped shield placed in front of her legs, the other holding the lyrium dagger -the blade is a crystal and it glows when it's dark- in front of her heart. The figure is looking up at the sky, with a serious expression on her face that doesn't really fit the bow-shaped hairdo. A golden plaque is affixed on the pedestal.

Priscilla "Rook" Laidir. Shield of Minrathous, Godslayer, Lady of Fortune. Saved Minrathous in its darkest hour, the Magisterium pledges respect.

Someone has written on the golden plaque with some pasty, thick paint that an expert eye could distinguish as lipstick. The more expert eye could also distinguish a small spell imbued in the paint that prevents it to melt in the rain, or be cleaned by any means. There has been many attempt at cleaning the plaque, but the writings keep appearing, changing the colour of the lipstick and with slight enhancing to the spell. This week's graffiti are in deep magenta and recites:

Dock Town *above Minrathous, which has been crossed thrice with a paint stroke*

Assholeslayer, what would Andraste think, you heretics! *above Godslayer, equally crossed with a stroke*

The Magisterium is a group of silly clowns playing at who can wear the ugliest robe (except for Pavus and Tilani, they slay <3) *after an arrow pointing at the last sentence*

Above the plaque there's a writing in the same paint and calligraphy that never changes, and always recites:

Remember the Veilguard, and those who only made it in spirit. For D.

[lunastarhawk]

Setting up my world state for the Dragon Age fic I may perhaps one day write once I'm done with the Arcana and then collected enough research to do what I actually envisage... (or indeed envisage an actual outlined plot but what even is that)...

And after wrestling with mods and patches for two hours to make DAO look nice and also not ctd at every turn...

My little guys! They'll all be up there together somehow some way I'll make it make sense.

Sherene, cocky gooberhead of a city elf, unlikely Hero of Ferelden and Alistair's beloved. I've looked at her for about five minutes I've got nothing else yet.

Teale Hawke, loner warrior who's really Seen Some Shit, seems to not give a fuck but unfortunately actually does. No idea who she's romancing yet, haven't played DA2 fully yet so we'll see! She's a beloved oc from more years ago than I care to admit... as with Favian I made her in the cc to see how she looked and unfortunately for her I liked her, so yoinked her in here.

DA2...

DAI...

Flint "Rook" de Riva, warrior elf, tripped into the Crows and charmed Viago into letting him stay, but more as a guard puppy dog than assassin. My man can't stay quiet long enough for stealth missions. He's a bit like Taash in that respect and is equally as excited about capes, drives Lucanis nuts. Sarcastic little shit, the golden retriever that brings Lucanis' stray cat in from the rain.

Kal Mercar, taciturn gwump, rogue Shadow Dragon, acts first and smiles never, except for Neve. Kind of a second Rook. Because... I can do that.

Marin Laidir, Lord of Fortune spellblade, would rather be at sea but apparently has to help save the world first. Doesn't take anything too seriously, including necromancy, which... is a bit of a problem since she's fallen for a certain gentleman necromancer. Also, originally Altheia and Julian's daughter so somewhere in the back of my brain is an Arcana/Dragon Age crossover which totally makes sense if you don't question it. But I'm chuffed with how she's come out looking like a good mix of her parents.

So the thing is... I can't choose a canon Rook for the fic soooooo I've got three. What if I want a Rook in Minrathous, one in Treviso and one in Skyhold. What then. Who's gonna stop me huh? Who.

Aaannnnddd the man the myth the not-a-herald, Favian Trevelyan, traumatised alchemist and artificer who still can't quite believe that he, despite being staunchly atheist and adamantly not the Herald he's a very naughty boy, prodigal adopted son who went rogue and disappointed almost everybody until he landed on his feet again despite all his efforts not to, is somehow the only person capable of leading, well, anybody. Somehow manages to inspire an entire army despite self-loathing, excellent at masking after years of practice at it - though by the time of Veilguard has far more self-belief. Gets by on charisma, sarcasm and dry wit. Amatus of Dorian.

He, those flipping missives of his, and his relationship with Dorian, are the whole reason I'm in this mess. Ultimately, it's his story.

DAI...

Veilguard...

And that, er... that's Them. And if I lose the next 10 years of my life writing whatever beast of a fic the brainworms are cooking up, assuming I can translate the worms into anything like coherent words, those pixel people and their pixel love interests are to blame.

Actually it's a good thing I've got to finish Tides first, it's keeping me from diving headlong into this before I'm ready.

[genjyoandgojyoandhakkai]

One of my current favorite Rook Laidir works out there. I wake up every Saturday ready to start my day with Ceridwen and Lucanis.

[cityandking]

🌧️ and 🎒 for a Warden, Hawke, Inquisitor, and Rook if your choice!

thank you!! // yet another oc ask game

🌧️ What is the favorite thing for you OC to do on a rainy day?

LIRA COUSLAND — rainy days are excellent for working (nerd). she'll get cozy somewhere with a big shawl (blanket) and a hot drink and do paperwork. read reports, write reports, write letters she's been putting off. eventually, if she gets through the bulk of her work, she might even (gasp) read for pleasure. she enjoys a slow, cozy, productive day

AIMAN HAWKE — rainy days in kirkwall are, I think, stinking and miserable, which means they're perfect holing up somewhere with the gang and drinking and trying to forget how gross the world is outside. rainy days are for listening to (and spinning) outrageous tales and card games and enjoying the pleasure of mediocre wine and good company

VESPER TREVELYAN — vesper quite enjoys going out in the rain, provided it's not freezing cold and she doesn't actually have to do anything important. a decade and a half being cooped up in the circle really gives her some appreciation for weather in all its forms, and she's kind of a wild rancher lass at heart. ideal rainy day is to go out and enjoy the weather, then come back in and have a hot bath and read a book while the rain taps at the window

MARI LAIDIR — mari likes to enjoy the rain without being out in it. I assume rivain is a tropical climate so the rainy season is damp but not particularly cold or miserable, so she'll sit out on a porch or something and shoot the shit and enjoy the opportunity to kick her feet up and relax (the first time she experiences a proper Southern rain she's like Hey What The Fuck)

🎒 If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they chose?

LIRA — the cousland family shield, her mother's bow, her warden-commander badge (alternately: dog, if he counts)

AIMAN — something of malcom's (a knife? his staff?), a signed copy of Tale of the Champion from Varric with a stupid inscription that makes her laugh-cry when she reads it, a magnificently lopsided but incredibly cozy scarf merrill knitted her

VESPER — kit's ring, cullen's lucky coin, dorian's sending crystal

MARI — a knife she was given by the Champion, a bit of jewelry made from the first treasure she found as a free elf, her boots (they’re really good boots)

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Dragontober: A Pocket Full of Gold

Day 5: Rain

Summary: There's a Lord of Fortune they call the name changer, who never keeps a name that long and who betrays anyone they work for. Of course, this isn't who they are, even if they'd probably like to keep people guessing.

Thirty-one single-word prompts, thirty-one one-shots/drabbles about Laidir, a rouge Lord of Fortune and the future leader of the Veilguard.

Warnings: Death.

9:43 Dragon

 “Inquisition is all over this fucking place,” Hannah says. They peer through the eyeglass, trying to ignore the rain attempting to damper their vision. A handy little toy, going off the spyglass created by the Qunari. Dwarves got a hold of it and added runes to keep the rain off easier. “You sure there’s treasure here?”

 “Should be. Heard the Herald killed some big fuck off dragon here!” Squinty, the human man with them, says with a grin missing half his teeth. “I’d have liked to seen it!”

 “Go hunt down what’s their face. That Qunari, Tal Vashoth or whatever. Taash?” Hannah frowns, trying to think of the name of the newer lord of Fortune running around killing dragons. “They’ll show you some fun.” They turn back to check the island in the distance. “Well, let’s hope this hoard is worth it,” Hannah mutters. 

 It was actually. The Herald- Inquisitor, whatever, Hannah stopped listening to people talk about the woman after a while when it got too religious- had missed the sealed-off cave where the bounty rested. Squinty whistles.

 “Damn, look at that gold,” he grins. “Lots of coins to make their home in our purse.”

 “Well, let’s get to it. Be careful, though—the rocks look off,” Hannah warns.

 “How do you know about rocks?” Squinty asks. Hannah knows it’s their lingering accent. To fancy Orlesian, pointing at the upper class of merchants, though not quite the height Mother wanted of nobility.

 “I had a Dalish teacher when I was a teen. He taught me,” they reply. Watch your—" they begin, but Squnity steps wrong anyway, and he falls—right off the ledge of the outcropping they’re on into the sea. “Step.” Hannah finishes lamely.

 (“I heard that they finish off their partners if they feel like it.” Says some other Lord of Fortune named Roland a few months later. 

 “Really? I hear they kill and take the names of their former partners,” says an eager new member of the group.

 Lark, Hannah was not to their taste anymore, sips their wine. 

 Let them talk.)

[seigephoenix]

DADWC Veilguard Masterlist

A compilation of all my Veilguard fics for DADWC. If you have not played the game, tread carefully. Some do contain spoilers and some do not. I do tag the ones that have spoilers. As always, if the fic has *** next to it then it is NSFW

Finn Aldwir - his page will contain spoilery images if you haven't gotten far in the game Senna Thorn Odette Ingellvar Vat'Asala Laidir - they/them

Senna Thorn/Davrin - You remembered that? Senna Thorn/Davrin - An accidental kiss followed by another Senna Thorn/Davrin - A race Senna Thorn/Davrin - Tentative kisses in the dark Senna Thorn/Davrin - Kiss to the back of the hand Senna Thorn/Davrin - Comfort after a nightmare Senna Thorn/Davrin - Sneaking away for a kiss Senna Thorn/Davrin - Wet kisses from the rain Senna Thorn/Davrin - Oh you think I'm cute when I'm angry? Senna Thorn/Davrin - Strength Kink*** Senna Thorn/Davrin - I'm asking hell if they have an exchange program Senna Thorn/Davrin - the human body has 7 million nerves Senna Thorn/Davrin - i've been wanting to do this

Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Snuggling during a rainstorm Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Unexpected kiss Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Bouquet (Featuring the Rookery AU cast) Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Patching up wounds Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Snuggling during a rainstorm Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Morning, fumbling kisses Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Morning, fumbling kisses

Vat'Asala Laidir/Neve Gallus - A kiss given without thinking Vat'Asala Laidir/Neve Gallus - Priestess tarot Vat'Asala Laidir/Neve Gallus - Justice tarot

Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - Cozy nights Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - Happy reunion Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - Kiss to the back of the hand Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - Admit it, your life would be boring

Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you are nothing without me Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - keep making me the bad guy Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - i do know better than you Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you're not afraid of me are you? Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you have no idea what you're talking about Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - admit it, your life would be boring Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you're not scared of me are you? Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - i'm doing this because Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - no one can know about this Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - but I do know better than you Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you asked for a savior not a saint Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - then you never knew me