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world's prettiest man

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Can we talk about Davrin in Davrin’s arc.

How beautifully it ties together his role as a warden vs. his nature as a gentle boy who would sing to halla. Halla who don’t give their trust to just about anyone.

How it examines the hardening of heart under the pressure of being the shield between the world and the blight that Davrin refuses simply because he’s too kind and too caring and too sweet despite it all.

How him choosing to call a blighted monster by her name says more about him that anyone else; how he chooses to be humane over anything else. I would trust his judgement of monsters vs. non-monsters simply because he’s willing to acknowledge humanity where everyone else would see a monster (as does he, at first, when he lacks information).

Davrin’s arc is beautiful. It’s not about Assan or Isseya, it’s about him — these two are important because they say something about him. The beautiful soul that encompasses the true calling of a Warden. But also, the heart of a halla.

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Enemies to bros 400k words

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*Davrin carving his 30th wooden figure of the day* I'm fine.

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// @weishaupts

“You hear they’re trying to separate us?”

Davrin spoke through a smile as he followed Athera through the forest. His eyes were focused on the back of her head. The First Warden had tossed an old map of the Hunterhorn Mountains into her hands and sent them on their merry way. They had dropped into Laysh to get more supplies and were supposed to be closing in on their destination. It was an unmarked, deep cavern.

Some of their colleagues found weird mutated darkspawn in a mountain a few years back and the Grey Wardens had been clearing them out ever since. The one they were headed to was the last and the smallest. So, the First Warden was hoping, the easiest. Otherwise, sending just the two of them was practically an assassination attempt. Was the First Warden so far up his own ass he would put his own people in danger?

…anyway.

Davrin would see to it that him and Athera got out of this. It’d be a damn shame to not hear that laughter again. “Whoa!”

Davrin caught himself on a nearby tree. He almost fell over. No. He had almost been knocked over. He forgot. There wasn’t two of them here— there was three.

A baby griffon rubbed up against his pant leg. “You’ve ever heard of personal space?” He asked him. Of course, the response was a squawk. He shook his head and scratch behind the little guy’s ears. Still no name yet… but that’ll come.

“That’s why they assigned me as a griffon babysitter.” Davrin entertained the idea that the First Warden sent the little guy along as a test of sorts. But Davrin thought it was a bit dangerous. The griffons were just kids, definitely not ready for the battlefield. Yeah, it was supposed to be in their blood but Dalish was in his and look where that got him. In the middle of the woods with a hot… Dalish girl. Huh. More for that thought later.

“These guys are cool and all—“ A squawk of agreement at that. “But I do prefer spending my time on someone else.”

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Slowly making my way through DA:V! Davrin has totally stolen my heart!

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Davrin: It must be nice, being rich instead of having to develop a personality.

Lucanis: Shut up.

Davrin: Buy my silence.

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