like fire that did not burn
Lucanis set his jaw. An expression the spirit recognised from many memories. When Caterina asked where he and Illario had snuck out to instead of lessons. When a target flaunted their cruelty in front of his face. Stubbornness. Defiance. His entire being hummed with it, and it was beautiful. “I must choose to hope.” The spirit did not yet know what form it was taking, but it was not Hope. “I will be here,” they said, “when you must choose something else."
Or, the story of how Spite found Lucanis in the Ossuary, and what led up to their joining.
Written by @monsterthalia (meee!) with art by @demarogue (above!) for the @dragonagereversebang
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