#「 DAVETH ;; ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ʰᵒⁿᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱᵉᵛᵉˢ. 」

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@stcriestold​ said:  💩 - for hawke and/or daveth! ( mega intrigued by someone with daveth as a muse btw!!! )

headcanons -- && accepting.

send 💩 for a ridiculous headcanon 

hawke: has a weakness for mabari hounds. his friends and companions have lost count the amount of times that this man has put an entire quest on hold for the soul purpose of petting a mabari that he found whilst travelling. please, aveline, let me pet him just once--

daveth: is extremely flirty by name and by nature. he will flirt with anyone he finds attractive regardless of their gender or race. so much so, that when he was caught trying to pickpocket from duncan himself, he immediately flirted with him and even went as far as calling him a ‘saucy old fox’.

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     Daveth was very much used to being left behind. But waking up all alone in the abandoned camp at Ostagar was taking the piss. Even more so when it had turned out the rouge was not in fact alone if the numerous amounts of darkspwn had anything to say about it. He had to fight his way through a number of the beasts && then lose them in the Kokari Wilds when the reinforcements came. He elected to avoid acknowledging the sight of a man with stark similarities to King Cailan strung up like a trophy until after he was sure he was safe. Or rather , as safe as one could be in an area that had clearly been overrun by darkspawn ( how long had he been unconscious ? ).

     Just when it had occurred to him that he had no idea what had happened at the battle of Ostagar-- or where even to begin to find out, the witch had found him. She didn’t seem the very least surprised at his survival. Instead, she cackled with laughter when he had asked about it, questioning in return as to how he thought he survived for as long as he did at the camp. Without wasting time for his reaction, she shared her knowledge of what had happened. The fall of Duncan && King Cailan. The betrayal of the Grey Wardens. No-- correction, the betrayal of Loghain Mac Tir ( I knew he was a slimy bastard ! ). There had been very few times in his life that Daveth had been spurned on by a sense of duty. However, now was one of those times. The witch, Flemeth, had had directed the new Grey Warden to where the remaining two of Ferelden had gone. Alistair && Mindel Cousland. He knew them. Thank the Maker he wouldn’t be alone. Ferelden wouldn’t save itself, after all. 

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     A rouge with a familiar face approached a well lit camp, taking a moment to sigh with relief. Daveth thanked the Maker for his luck. He trudged forward, emerging behind the tents && eyed up those that were gathered around the fire with some faces that he didn’t recognise. The man strolled towards them with practised confidence, clearing his throat to gain their undivided attention.

          ❝ By Andraste’s knickers, your camp was a bastard to find , you know that ?! Good thing I’ve got my tracking skills under me belt, eh ? ❞

                         Weapons were drawn. Ah. Probably should have thought that through.

@stcriestold​