HOUSE CANTORI*

Just like Viago, Teia has faint facial scars set to 20% opacity. Here is what they would look like at 100% opacity:

Dragon Age: The Veilguard

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A love so bittersweet they call it medicine

"I finished early." He states, waiting a beat before he takes his own hair down in favor of using the tie to gather her hair up and off of her shoulders in a low hanging ponytail as to not draw too much tension on her temples or scalp.

Lucanis drags a chair over to sit directly across from Teia.

He waits to ask again who, but decides to wait. "Are they dead?" he asks instead, taking the cloth in hand and dunking it into the cooled water, wringing it out so it would not drip everywhere.

"I'm going to start at your neck when you're ready." Lucanis prompts, holding the cloth to tend to his friend when she is ready.

When he firsts touches her, she flinches—a response she would normally malign; but - given the circumstances - she can’t be compelled to care. She feels like a husk, like something hollowed out and left to fissure and crack in the heat.

It was never supposed to happen like this.

Before she knows it, Lucanis is sitting in front of her, waiting for her to respond. She wills herself back from her racing thoughts just enough to nod her assent.

There is so much to do. Address her House, execute more accomplices, prepare for the ceremony, complete her most recent contract, plan a funeral—

“Most of the blood is theirs.”

And his.

“Sal is dead.” Flat affect, wholly detached—she does not recognize her voice as the one that speaks these words.

Sal’s blood burns her skin like fire. It’s as if she can feel what is his in the morbid conglomeration caked and dried across her entire body.

“There will be more. I will find them, and I will make them suffer.”