Rook Week + Lucanis Week are both on the horizon. π
I had already spun up an ambitious idea for Rook Week when Lucanis Week was announced and I couldn't resist also playing with some ideas for my favorite assassin - so here we are.
Brief looks at the lot - wish me luck in getting them done!
βAgreed. Bet we could go check things out and be back before they've finished.β
βHuh. Are you allowed to do that?β
A bird call cut through the forest and right through the years since Davrin had walked away from his clan. He held up an arm and Kit and Margot froze in their spots, eyeing the shadows around them with confusion.
All the myriad politics of being a sanctioned killer, beholden to and holding a blade to Antivan society.
βI dreamed about it once - ran away from home to find the Dalish. To find my people,β she said wistfully. βFound slavers instead,β she continued, her voice turning sharp.
Someone was screaming. Not unusual in the Ossuary, the Venatori rarely required silence to work their craft and when they did, the removal of their target's tongue only did so much to quiet the cries.
Illario had been correct in his assessment. The healer was an elf wearing a bandeau dyed like the sunset and a gauzy wrap skirt. Pearls and what looked like tiny iridescent shells hung around her neck and ankles, catching the light. The outfit did little to hide her sun kissed skin.Β
It took a moment to realize she was watching him. So was Illario, a stupid grin on his face. βHow hard did he hit his head?β the healer asked, green eyes narrow with concern.
Companion. Crow. You pause, the unworthy mage still pinned beneath you and turn sharp sight to the lithe figure dropping out of the shadows.Β
He looks familiar. He looks like he is staring at a ghost.Β
No. You unfurl, letting Spite take the reigns and beating back the voice screaming in the back of your head.Β
There are no ghosts here. Only Demons.
Well, longer really, if you considered they hadn't had a proper break since the Conclave, but as Harding led her small group around the outskirts of the farming village on Nevarra 's Southern boarder, she couldn't help but feel a little bitter that even after putting down Corepheus, they were still hunting down rogue fade tears a year later and gosh, she was ready for a break.
She has one of them strapped to her arm when they exchange vows, a glint of gold in the cascade of Antivan lace and it's like a secret but really any with eyes could see she long ago embraced him, sharp edges and all.
Neve wasnβt being paid enough for this.
Of course, she technically wasnβt being paid at all.
Then talk turned to their future childβs training, Caterina running roughshod with assumptions that had already been repeatedly refuted and Amara had stepped in and -
Well, that had been the end of a pleasant homecoming.
A force grabbed him - a metaphorical hand in the dark. He gripped it tightly and allowed himself to be pulled free of the maelstrom in which he had fallen.
Lucanis opened the second box and immediately closed it, hoping his face wasnβt giving anything away.
Unfortunately, his nearest and dearest included Neve and Illario and Teia they were all too damned observant. He suddenly felt like a mouse caught in the open, pinned by the gaze of hungry hawks.
Lucanisβ target was currently asleep - expected at this hour and based on his extensive knowledge of the target's habits. But she was not alone.
Thank you @sorcerousadventurer for the tag and @datvcompanionweeks and @rookappreciationweek for hosting the events! Tagging @kogarashi-art @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @jenn2d2 @woundedsoul12 @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @redaresss @lycheecatee @seaglassmelody @zennihilation @kabsey @handsignals @pixiedurango @serialsforbellara @lemondelighted @mushrooms-x-moss @sunny374940 and anyone else who wants to share π
