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Such a clever woman, his Rook, but there are momentsâŚ
Before the Ossuary, before Spite, before Rook and everything she brought with herâthe man Lucanis used to be would have found it hard to believe how complicated his life was going to become.
After tonight, more complicated still. An open contract of this significance is as good an excuse as heâll ever get, but he won't be able to dodge what waits for him in Treviso forever.
And he will, one dayâprobably sooner than he's ready toâneed to figure out what to do about Illario. He can't lock him in the Villa indefinitely.Â
It doesn't matter. Right now, in this moment, despite the absurdity of their floating fade home and the demon in his head and the dagger that tore the veil on the dining table, things areâŚsimple. He is alone, on a quiet night, with a beautiful woman, who (despite all good sense and reason) wants to be here, with him.
And Rookâbrilliant, unstoppable Rookâseems to really think he only wanted to come back for coffee. Perhaps his reputation has gotten a bit out of hand.
so something occurred to me tonight about lucanis that the game pretty much does TELL you but nonetheless;
i know people like to play with this line he has to teia. why the hesitation? why 'colleague' of all things? is he shy? IS he jealous? is he a little in love with rook? is he recycling lines he's used to saying about his cousin? and i think each question is valid.
but tonight i remembered this exchange he has with rook if you forgive illario:
he's been around for about thirty-five years and never called someone else a friend before, and that friend in question is literally family. anyone else has been a colleague at best.
so he stopped himself from calling rook a friend because he's never really had one.
Notes: Written as an interlude to kindred spirits as a prompt response for the Lucanismancers discord (hi guys! đ) featuring the same Rook and Lucanis, but it should stand on its own without having read all that.
Except below, full story on AO3.
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In retrospect, okay, fine. On many levels, doing this with just the two of them was a bad idea. Not her worst, since boy is that a high bar to clear, but itâs up there. Top ten.
Eh⌠top fifteen. Itâs been a weird year.
Itâs just that it was supposed to be simple. Get to the port, leave the packet for Viagoâs people it, get lost. Rook has no idea what the fuck Viagoâs people are going to do with it; that little detail was need-to-know and they very clearly did not need to know. But, hey. Nice night, pretty city, company that was nominally tolerating her this week. What could go wrong?
A ridiculous amount of Antaam, to start, as it turned out.
They were supposed to be rotating back to the garrison. The hour leading up to midnight, a reliable gap in the patrols, thatâs what Viago had said. Either it wasnât that reliable after all or she and Viago have very different definitions of âgapâ.
âThey were supposed to be moving to the garrison,â Lucanis mutters, next to her.
Rook casts him a sidelong glance. Heâs got one arm braced up on the window frame, staring down at the open square below like he can glare the Antaam out of existence. It would be handy, but she thinks theyâre going to need a backup plan.
âOr we canât tell time,â she offers. He flicks her a look, but itâs too dark to tell if that really was a crack of a smirk or sheâs imagining things.
âOr that.â
Nope. Definitely a smirk. She got him after all. Not a waste of a whole night then, at least.
The job, though. Charming as this⌠what is this anyway, an old warehouse? Regardless, sheâd rather not sleep here. Thereâs a shitty couch that smells like old paper with her name on it, just waiting.
âIs that where we need to go?â
A building across the square, three stories, green columns. Looks right. Lucanis nods. âThe counting house. Yes. Top floor.â
Rookâs no Crow, but she think sheâs getting a hang of the traveling by rooftop thing pretty quickly, and the first problem is immediately obvious. That great big open space between the furthest building on this side of the port and the closest one on that side, and not a single one of those fancy little ziplines in sight.
âAnd it has to be tonight?â
He shrugs. âThatâs what they said.â
Well. Thatâs very inconvenient. It is what it is, though. Theyâd better just get on with it.
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Ok I saw this picture way back when it was first published and it clearly carved itself a little wrinkle in my brain without my even realizing it because of how gorgeous it is. As I was writing a comment reply to the artist who is so ridiculously talented, please go look at their stuff, lkadsjkladsjklasdkjl, I realized that while the specifics are very different, the soft glowy-vibe here absolutely inspired some of the fireside conversations in kindred sprits, especially the ones in chapters 4 and 12.
Like, I can't. I can't. Her art is too much and I can't.
It becomes apparent very quickly that Lucanis has underestimated how rarely Rook stops moving. Significantly underestimated.
Even with the benefit of the eluvians, it borders on the absurd. Nevarra in the morning, Rivain by sundown. Some nights, not back at allâcamped in Arlathan with Bellara, claiming a cot in a corner in Lavendel. He knew this. Knows this. They all know this. But all of a sudden it's⌠somewhat more noticeable to him.
He'd almost wonder if she was avoiding him. Might worry she'd come to her senses, realized what a tremendously bad idea this was. Run. He wouldn't have blamed her, if she did.
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I get so annoyed with posts that ignore that Bellara is also out there feeding these people. Like Lucanis shows up and discovers that BELLARA is the only one who understands what food is. Stop lumping her in with Fried Fish and Burned Coffee Gallus and Culinary Abominations Harding. Show this woman some respect! She was holding the line.
Okay Iâve been pondering this and I think Iâve found the divide.
Bellara is on record as being able to make a competent dish out of pretty much nothing. Like, you give her some roots and a weird onion? Youâre gonna be fed and itâs going to be as tasty as she can make it. So when the Veilguard team is first heading out and they have, like, 17 coppers, whatever Harding can bring in with her bow, and Neves good name in Dock Town? Bel is making it work.
Lucanis is bringing a couple of things into the kitchen- trained technique (because Iâm sure that anyone in the Dellamorte kitchens would have been Highly trained, likely in a highly formalized manner- the Antivan equivalent of Cordon Bleu trained) and a HUGELY expanded budget.
I know thereâs the common fandom idea of the two of them not having compatible cooking styles- Bellara highly free form, Lucanis with a ruthless mise en place setup that Cannot Be Changed- but I like to imagine them bouncing off of each other in the kitchen; Bellara going âwait, thereâs a name for that techique?â, mentioning that sheâs always wanted to try cooking beef bourguignon (or the Thedas equivalent) but never being able to afford the wine for it and Lucanis bringing her a bottle; or Bellara showing Lucanis the spices she uses for red sauce and him being amazed at not considering those before, because itâs rare he needs to make changes or substitutions for a recipe
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imagine being illario and finally finding the resolve to kill your cousin right. you seduce and fuck a blood mage venatori magister to get her to do this for you. you figure youâll eventually kill her once you are first talon, tie up the loose end and make it look good for you. a vengeance story! except when your cousinâs body shows up your grandma retreats into herself presumably out of grief and youâre like jesus christ heâs a corpse and still the favorite. at this point you start feeling some regret and at the wake youâre beside yourself. it helps to be really feeling some of that to fool everyone else. but months pass and your grandma still isnât even discussing the inheritance and you have to be normal because you donât want to incriminate yourself. and then a year later some random guy (worse if its a de riva tbh) shows up saying they need your cousin to kill an elven god (what.) and heâs the only one who could (insulting). and its at this point your grandma is like âlucanis died⌠but he is not dead!â. record scratch freezeframe. while you juggle with the fact that the freak woman you fucked specifically to get her to kill your cousin didnât even kill your cousin AND your grandma didnât bother telling you (for good reason ofc but she doesnât know that), you have to lead these assholes to go save him and unravel your hard work. so plan b. you kidnap your grandma and push your (now possessed) cousin away (and then get mad when he actually walks away. because youâre like this). and when your cousin comes dangerously close to figuring out whatâs happened with you and the magister, you kill the magister. you ally with those elven gods and venatori (you arenât sure how youâre going to get out of this one but itâs fine. thatâs a hill for future illario) to make sure you have enough backing to stand up against the other houses if they challenge you becoming first talon. you continue to gaslight your cousin into staying away, because if there is one thing you can count on, itâs his literal inner demons and total lack of a support group, youâre certain heâll fuck it up by himself. you know this because his support group used to be your grandma (dubious) and yourself (lol). youâre almost home free. and caterina will definitely acknowledge you as a player on the board. which isnât important but it would be nice, right. BUT THEN IT TURNS OUT. YOUR COUSIN HAS RECENTLY MADE 7 FRIENDS. one of whom can speak to the fucking dead because of course he can. and then some of those friends show up to publicly humiliate you at the dinner party that should have been YOUR crowning moment. your grandma ALSO shows up to tell everyone you have gathered that your cousin is first talon. your cousin gapes at her because he doesnât actually even want it so itâs kind of awkward for everyone. and then when youâre sure heâs about to ask viago de riva to poison you to death, he actually tells him just to take you away. because OF COURSE heâs being the bigger person. anyways the point is iâm surprised illario just lets himself be taken away because if i were him i would have started biting people and then bombed the villa
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