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They knew it would be an exhaustive mission as soon as they accepted to accompany Rook in their "Let's save the world from an ancient elven god that also happens to be Varric's old friend" thing, Lucanis was well aware of that when he decided to take that responsibility for him, but there he was, all his body hurt as if he had been run over by a group of angry wyverns. Three times.
He wasn't sleeping well, searching for something useful in books because Emmrich said that it could be helpful but, of course, that asshole needed to attend to other things, so he couldn't help. Lucanis felt frustrated and tired and, Maker, he needed a fucking break.
He ran his hand on his face, trying to clear his mind. Maybe Emmrich was wrong and he was just losing their precious time. Of course, how could he believe in a mage? Such a dumb thing to do, irresponsible, stupid, careless–
The soft sound of a mug being put on the table took him off of his mind. When Lucanis opened his eyes and looked up, he met a soft smile and bright puppy eyes staring at him, then he glanced down at the mug aside from the book he was reading – or was supposed to.
"Thought you needed a boost," Davrin said, his hand behind his back, as if he were an attendant, waiting for his client's reaction to tell the chef.
"Thank you." Lucanis took the mug in his hand, looking at the dark liquid that lay on it. He approached it to his nose, feeling the scent of coffee, probably without sugar or maybe with just a little, he couldn't tell exactly.
"If you prefer a tea to relax and, well, rest, I can make some too." The Warden leaned against the desk comfortably.
"No need." The Crow took a sip, holding the content on his tongue for a second, before swallowing it. "I didn't finish it yet, I can't rest for now."
He heard a huff coming from the elf, "You need some rest, too. Even dragons need to sleep, you know?"
Lucanis slowly looked at him, frowning unsatisfied. He couldn't stop now, what if everything got worse while he slept? And if the book he needed was just the next one he was about to read? He couldn't delay their victory just because of some nights of sleep, he couldn't be a burden to Rook.
"Just leave me." He murmured.
He didn't actually want Davrin to leave. The Warden's company was... good, comfortable, Lucanis liked him. Davrin was as warm as the sun above his head on summer days, he cared about everyone else – especially Rook – and wasn't afraid to show it. Maybe that's what made Lucanis think about him so often.
His eyes fixed on the book in front of him, he noticed Davrin move but the sound of the door opening with a creak never came. Instead, he felt rough hands, squeezing his shoulders softly, a warm touch.
Lucanis opened his mouth to protest, to send him away, to–
"You deserve a rest." Davrin said so softly that it was enough to shut Lucanis, "What would we do if you faint on the battlefield?"
How could he speak to him so softly while massaging his shoulders so casually? He almost flinched when Davrin's fingers touched his nape, massaging in circles, his hands were warm too and his touch was comfortable. Maker, was he blushing? Why was he blushing with such a simple action?! Lucanis wanted to scream.
He closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel those warm points touch him, he felt a soft caress on his nape which made him shiver and the warmth slowly went up, boldly touching his beard, then his warm cheeks, caressing his face with his thumbs and Lucanis almost purred.
Davrin watched him slowly relax and lean against his touch with a smile on his lips, Lucanis finally felt his body give in to his tiredness, he felt so heavy and sleepy all sudden.
"Let me make your bed," Davrin said, taking his hands off of the man in front of him, who grunted dissatisfied.
"You're not my servant, Davrin." and the Warden chuckled.
"I don't need to be your servant to take care of you."
Lucanis finally opened his eyes, leaning his head back to look at the elf. He didn't know how to respond and he didn't feel like asking questions at the moment, so he just let it go.
Davrin knew where to go and he didn't take long to walk to the Crow's room. Lucanis stayed there for a moment, staring at the wood roof above him, his mind almost blank, except for the image of the bright smile he had just seen minutes ago.
He was so close to falling asleep right there and wondered that maybe if he did, he could dream with the elf who was making his bed right now. It wasn't wrong, right? Dreaming.
Dreaming about how enjoyable their time together would be, how good would be if Davrin allowed him to touch him like he just did, to touch his face and ears, squeeze his muscles, kiss his lips, caress his hair, hold him by the waist as they kissed so passionately it could be considered vulgar.
In the end, it was just it, a dream. Lucanis wasn't supposed to punish himself for dreaming about that elf Warden carrying him to his room like he was a bride, placing him on a soft mattress and taking off the heavy part of his clothes, but also not forgetting to undo, brush, and caress his hair before leaving. Lucanis was almost sure he heard Davrin's voice saying a soft "good night."
When Lucanis finally woke up, he found himself in his room. He didn't remember how he got there, but he did remember falling asleep in the library after talking to Davrin.
The Crow groaned as he sat on his bed, scratching his nape and yawning, before finally noticing the smell of... coffee again? He looked around just to find a mug on the nightstand, a book, and a little piece of paper resting beside it too.
He didn't take long to check it out. The coffee was still hot, recently made, and in a different mug from the one Davrin offered him last night, the note was written in a round cursive, with unnecessary curls, Lucanis noticed.
"This one may be interesting, take a look when you feel well-rested!
– D.
P.S.: Don't forget to tell me what you think of my coffee later :)"
Lucanis huffed, trying to bite his cheek to not smile, he could feel his cheeks getting warm already, then, he looked at the book with a dark leather cover and some golden details.
Did Davrin read this just to help him?
Maker's breath, that goddam elf would be his downfall.