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Illario Week 2026 - Day 5 - It Should Have Been Me
It was a glorious summer day as Amelia sat on the granite bench looking out over the river in the grounds of Villa Dellamorte whilst she waited for her lover. She could have waited inside the house whilst he was in the meeting with his grandmother, but she’d always loved this spot. Any opportunity she had to look out over water, she gladly took it, and this was a particularly peaceful place to do that.
She stood from the bench and walked to the balustrade. The sun was blazing down on her, bathing her with warmth and light as she inhaled the fragrant aroma of the thousands of beautiful plants and flowers that were meticulously placed around the gardens of the Villa. She looked over to her right and saw the grey-purple lilies that were planted near one of the fountains. It was bittersweet to see them. They’d always been her favourite flowers and Illario had had the gardener plant them for her as a gift for her sixteenth birthday. Whilst Viago owned several villas, including one beautiful one in Treviso, he’d always preferred to live in the apartment in the Diamond, so she didn’t have anywhere to plant her favourite flowers. Illario decided that he’d surprise her by having them planted here, so she’d always have somewhere she could enjoy them. It was one of the many sweet and kind things Illario had done for her over the years.
She felt a pang of sorrow when she looked at them now. She and Illario had been so close growing up. They played together, laughed together, and cried together. She understood what it was like to lose a parent, so when his were assassinated by a rival house, she was there for him. She’d loved him like a brother, yet he was the reason she was an abomination now. Tears stung her eyes as she thought about everything that had happened. She wished she could stay angry with him. Anger was simple, and she had good reason to be angry with him, but what she felt right now wasn’t anger. It was sadness. A deep, overwhelming sadness. She couldn’t blink back the tears any longer and a single tear trickled down her cheek. At that moment, she felt the comforting arms of her lover slip around her waist and he kissed her gently on her cheek.
“Are you alright, mi amor?” Lucanis asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just been a while since I’ve been here. This is where I used to wait for Illario,” she replied.
“I remember. I used to see you reading your book on the bench whilst you waited for me and Illario to finish training.”
“Yeah, and you’d always disappear before reaching the bench,” she chuckled.
“I, um… had further training to do.”
“Oh? So, it wasn’t just because you were painfully shy and too scared to talk to me?”
“I wasn’t that bad.”
“You turned crimson the one time I managed to have eye contact with you!”
“Well, you were very beautiful. I never knew what to say to you.”
“’Hi’ would have been a good start!”
“I suppose,” he chuckled. “Would you like to have a walk around the grounds before we have to get back to the Lighthouse?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
He took her hand and they ambled around the large grounds of his family home. They passed the Dellamorte gardener, Miguel, who was diligently tending to a beautiful rose bush near one of the paths. Amelia smiled when she saw him. He was always so kind to her, and despite the fact that he wasn’t a Crow or a de Riva, he patiently shared a wealth of information on plants and poisons to her when she was a curious young girl. They waved to him and continued their walk.
As they walked further away from the house, they came to a peaceful clearing on the other side of the trees. This was another place she’d loved growing up. She and Illario used to run down here on particularly hot days. He’d jump in the pond to cool down and have a swim whilst she sat nearby and laughed as he messed about in the water. He’d always loved showing off for her. She walked past the bush on the left, but stopped dead when she saw Illario skimming stones in the pond. He looked over his shoulder and was just as surprised to see her and his cousin. It was the first time they’d seen each other since she’d fought him to stop him from giving the Crows to the Venatori.
“Amelia. It’s… it’s good to see you. How are you doing?” Illario asked nervously.
“How am I doing? How do you think I’m doing, Illario?” She replied.
“I don’t know. I just thought-“
“Thought what? That we’d go back to how things were after everything you’ve done? It’s your fault I was imprisoned and tortured for a year! It’s your fault I’m an abomination!”
“I know, but-“
“But what? When my magic first manifested, you were the person I confided in that I was afraid of it. You were the one I trusted when I told you I was scared about being a mage and becoming an abomination. How could you do it, Rio? How could you do that to me?”
“I never meant to do it to you. I only found out that Caterina sent you on the mission after it was too late to stop her.”
“Oh, that’s alright then! You only intended to have your cousin killed instead of me! That makes everything better, doesn’t it?”
“No. I know it doesn’t, but I wanted you to know that I never meant for you to be hurt."
“Then why didn’t you tell someone when you found out I’d been sent instead of Lucanis? You could have told my father and he’d have come to rescue me.”
“I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk Caterina finding out my plan.”
“So you left me there to suffer. All because you were jealous of your cousin. You ruined my life because you were jealous of Lucanis. At least that’s one good thing that’s come out of all this. I finally got to know the shy boy who used to sit in the corner, and I got to fall in love with the incredible man he became. All while you festered in your envy of him.”
That rankled him and he began pacing. He rubbed his head as he tried to think of what to say to her. How he could deal with this… but he couldn’t keep what he was feeling inside any longer.
“What did you expect? You saw what it was like when we were growing up. You saw how Caterina treated him compared to me. He was the golden child – her favourite. Her heir. I was never good enough for her! I was cast to the side whilst he got everything! He got everything I’d ever wanted! And he’s done it again. After all these years, he’s taken something else from me.”
“You’ve proven that you’re not to be trusted with the seat of First Talon, cousin. What did you expect after what you did?” Lucanis said.
“I’m not talking about that! I’m talking about her. You took my Milly!”
Lucanis looked at him wide eyed. He’d had no idea he’d ever been interested in her in that way. As far as he’d been aware, Illario and Amelia had only ever been friends.
“What?”
“She was always the kindest person I knew. She genuinely cared about me and never tried to be friends just because I’m a Dellamorte. When our parents were killed, she was there for me. She never judged me because I wasn’t you. I was never the lesser Dellamorte to her. I’d never known such kindness before, and the longer I knew her, the more deeply I loved her. When she told me she wasn’t sure I should pursue seduction training, I was ready to tell Caterina I wouldn’t do it any longer. If anyone else had said that to me, I’d have ignored them – but not her. Never her.
“But nothing I did was good enough. I showered her with love and gifts, but it wasn’t enough for her. All I wanted was to take care of her and give her the love she deserved, but I was never enough. So, I threw myself into my training and tried to get over her, but it didn’t matter how many people I went with, nothing changed. My body may have been with someone else, but my heart was with her. It will always be with her. It should have been me.”
He turned back to the pond and skimmed stones whilst desperately trying to blink back tears. He’d never wanted anyone else to know this – especially not his cousin. As he threw another stone, he felt a hand gently placed on his shoulder. He turned around and looked down into the face of the woman he still loved deeply. He could still see the anger in her eyes, but there was something else there, too – sadness – and when she spoke to him, it was in a gentler tone.
“I always loved you, Rio, you know that. You never needed to lavish me with gifts or anything else because I loved just being with you. You were the boy who cared for me when I was feeling sad about my mom. You were the boy who made me laugh so hard I nearly threw up. You were the boy who kicked the shit out of my bullies when you saw them teasing me about my ears. Yes, you were also the boy who nearly drowned me, but the other stuff was good!” Amelia said.
“He what?” Lucanis asked.
“It was an accident. We used to come down here all the time, and we were messing around one day and he pushed me in the pond. He’d forgotten that I couldn’t swim, so the asshole had to dive in to save me.”
“I’ll never forget your face that day. You looked like a drowned rat!” Illario laughed.
“I nearly was a drowned rat, you asshole!” She chuckled. “I’ve always loved you, Rio, but not in the same way you loved me. You’ve always been a brother to me. I’m sorry I couldn’t love you in the same way, but I’d hoped the way I did love you would be enough. I guess not.”
She turned to walk away, sad about how things had turned out, but he called after her.
“I’m so sorry, Milly. I never meant to hurt you. Do… do you think you can ever forgive me?”
“I don’t know. I’m glad Lucanis is able to forgive you for what you tried to do to him and the Crows. I hope you can rebuild your relationship and be as close as you once were. But us? I don’t know if I can. You’ll always be the man who’s responsible for me being tortured and possessed. These are thanks to you,” she said as Spite’s wings unfurled behind her. “You hurt me and ruined my life. I can never be free of Spite without dying, so I’ll always be an abomination. I don’t know if I can ever forgive that. I hope I can, but if not, I’ll always love the time we had together back then and mourn the loss of our relationship.”
“I… understand,” he replied sadly.
“I hope you do, Rio,” she replied as she placed her hand gently on his cheek.
She took her lover’s hand and they walked back towards the house, but just before they moved out of view, she took a last look back at him. He was watching her leave, hand-in-hand with his cousin. Even though she didn’t love him the same way he loved her, he’d never wanted her to be hurt. But she was right – he was responsible for her suffering. He’d never forgive himself for that. And even though he wished he could be with her, he could accept her being with Lucanis, as long as she was happy. More than anything, though, he hoped that she could forgive him one day so he could have his Milly back again.
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Day 5 Prompt
Week Prompt List
Chaos/Conformity
"Dellamorte the Lesser", "listens only to himself", "that idiot". Say what you want but Illario is cunning, proud, ambitions and capable of anything to achieve his goal, never afraid to make his hands bloody. For the sake of the coveted title, he is even ready to sacrifice his family.
Just as current First Talon herself.
It looks like you managed to raise true Crow of him, Caterina.
Day 1 ✦ Day 2 ✦ Day 3 ✦ Day 4 ✦ Day 5 ✦ Day 6 ✦ Day 7
"Chaos/Conformity" for Day 5 of @illarioappreciation
Bound to love chaos in a world of forced conformity. A Dellamorte never kneels. A Dellamorte never bends. Stand straight, show composure. Repeat it like a mantra. Prove your worth.
One for silence.
Two for surprise.
Three for good measure.
Four's exercise.
Five for a slaughter.
Six for the thrill
Seven means more sovereigns.
Eight marks the final kill.
If Illario got chance to speak to his childhood self, what might he say?
This was supposed to be my Day 7 but I think it works for the alternate prompt what with the family massacre and being left in Caterina’s care, being trained to be a Crow from such a young age. I wonder what he thought as a small child…
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Illario receives some strange news from Adelina, but he reacts with the poise and grace that she needs. He learns more about the Crow mage, more intrigued than before. He flirts with her more, flustering the stoic mage who finds she doesn't know how to handle it. Luckily for her, Illario knows exactly how to deal with the issue.
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“I’m a necromancer.”
Illario stared at Adelina from across the table as she waited for him to say something. Panic started to set, wondering if it was too much or too soon. She nearly left the tavern altogether, thinking that maybe he needed time to consider it, but she waited for a response instead.
Viago had warned her against telling people that she was a necromancer since most wouldn’t understand her background. Many Crows were already suspicious of her magic since it was different from nearly every other Crow.
However, she had believed that Illario could be different. Her magic wasn’t inherently evil nor was it blood magic. She mostly worked with spirits, truly, and she would explain that as soon as Illario said something. Anything.
Illario, however, wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He had reassured her that Viago was overreacting, but this was a rare moment where he understood where the Talon was coming from. Necromancy was highly frowned upon outside Nevarra, and he grew a little nervous about how the rest of the Crows saw her who did know.
“Does Isa know?” Illario asked, surprising her.
Dela blinked once before she found herself smiling and laughing under her breath. Illario wasn’t horrified. At least, not immediately. He was asking for a point of reference, though.
“She does know. She knew before Viago did,” Dela explained, seeing him start to relax. “And it sounds a lot worse than it is. I work with spirits rather than with the, well, dead. Necromancy is just the common word for it.”
“Ah, I see,” Illario replied, giving a smile in return. “I’m glad to hear that. I was worried for a moment.”
“Viago wouldn’t let a traditional necromancer run wild,” she reminded him with a chuckle.
“I suppose not.”
“I will say that you took it better than he did. Isa had slap him upside the head to let me get a word in.”
“That sounds like Viago,” Illario remarked, shaking his head. “How did you even manage to get into that area of expertise? I thought that was something Nevarrans were taught, or rogue mages.”
“There had been some sort of mix up when I was younger. I was supposed to meet with a circle of mages outside of Antiva, but I believe I was supposed to meet with them in Tevinter. Me and a few of my fellow Fledglings ended up in Nevarra instead. The circle there was shocked to find a group of Crow children looking to learn magic, but there was a writ of order. Their hands were tied, and we needed to be taught. So, we were taught,” Dela answered with a small smile.
“So you aren’t the only Crow with necromantic magic?”
“I wasn’t, no.”
Illario frowned as she glanced away. House de Riva had a reputation of losing mages at a rapid rate before Viago gained control. It didn’t take a genius to guess what had happened to her fellow Crows.
“Still, the teachers in Nevarra were kind to me, and I was grateful for their time and energy. They were worried that we would do something untoward to them, but everyone parted ways with their lives intact at the end of our training,” Dela explained before sighing. “It was when we got home that the trials began.”
“Trials?” Illario repeated in confusion.
“I say trials, but that was what we called it when our former Talon wasn’t around. We would get these insane contracts that would usually be done by two or three seasoned Crows for us to do alone. I managed to scrape by because I got lucky. My targets weren’t expecting spirit magic, which gave me an edge.”
“Did any of the mages survive?”
“About half of the de Riva mages I know are alive still. Most were adults when I met them when I was a Fledgling,” she answered before waving her hand. “But I don’t think you want to hear about my sob story, though. That’s not why we’re here.”
“It is why we’re here. I want to get to know you,” he reminded her.
“Yes, but I think the current me is much more interesting than the past me, don’t you think? Besides, now you know more than most of the Crows do,” she countered.
Now that made him smile. Knowing that he knew more about her than the average Crow filled him with satisfaction. She chuckled at his grin, not realizing that he would have that reaction.
“I should tell you more things no one else knows if that’s the reaction I get,” she teased as he lifted his shoulders.
“I wouldn’t mind. It’d be good in case I have to make anyone jealous,” Illario remarked, making her roll her eyes playfully.
“And who would that be? I don’t have any suitors, and I’m not around anyone enough to strike up a casual conversation.”
“I would say you have one suitor.”
“You would, would you?” She hummed, not sure what to say otherwise.
“Are you worried it’s a translation error?” he asked before clearing his throat. “Tienes un admirador, mi amor.”
“You said that I have an admirer then,” she corrected, her cheeks growing hot at the endearment at the end.
“Same difference, is it not?”
“I can see why you are good at your job.”
“And you are rather good at deflecting,” Illario pointed out, leaning forward. “Why is that?”
“Because I am not used to being flirted at constantly like this. I don’t know how to deal with it,” Adelina answered honestly, her eyes meeting his.
Illario hummed with a smile, enjoying that answer far more than he should have. She was beautiful, and he had expected to hear that people flirted with her all the time. To hear that she was unused to it meant that she wasn’t seeing other people at least.
“Do you dislike it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Should I flirt with you more so that you grow used to it?” Illario suggested, tilting his head.
Adelina stared at him with wide eyes as she blushed. She bit her lip, unsure what the right answer was. He chuckled as he leaned forward a little, deciding to play dirty. Just a little, at least.
“Mirándote, lo único que siento es hambre. Quiero consumirte para entender cómo funcionas y qué te hace desmoronarte. Quiero conocer tu cuerpo y tu alma, cariño, pero no creo que jamás me saciaré,” Illario told her, looking at her through his lashes.
His voice never rose above a whisper, and he didn’t think that her face could blush so deeply. He grinned, sitting up a little, feeling a little too proud of himself as she glanced to the side.
“Unfair,” she muttered, hardly looking at him.
“Which part?”
“Your voice. The language. The words. Take your pick.”
“My voice, huh?” he repeated as she flicked her gaze back to him. “I didn’t realize you appreciated my voice so much.”
“I find that hard to believe. You weaponize it,” she argued.
“I don’t think you’ve seen me weaponize anything yet,” he informed as she stared at him.
“Perhaps when we aren’t in public?”
“Afraid that I can’t be subtle?”
“I’m worried that it’s me that won’t be able to be subtle,” she corrected, glancing around the room at the people around them.
“A pity, then,” Illario sighed, following her gaze to see the amount of people in the tavern. “I’m sure these people would love to hear you sing.”
“Illario,” Adelina scolded with wide eyes, surprised by him.
Illario laughed before holding up his hands while she tried not to smile with him.
“Apologies, I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he replied as she rolled her eyes. “I hope I didn’t overstep.”
“You didn’t, but watch it,” she warned lightly, raising an eyebrow. He smirked.
“Watch you? Gladly,” he teased.
“You are terrible.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“I bet you have,” she huffed with a laugh.
Illario leaned forward with his forearms resting on the table. She sighed, staring at him, wondering what he was going to do now.
“You know, if you’d like we could get out of here and actually get something to eat instead of just getting a drink,” Illario offered, surprising her. “While they have good wine here, their food is, well, not great.”
“And where are we going to get something to eat this late? I think our options are limited to the taverns catering to travelers,” Adelina pointed out.
“There’s always the villa,” Illario mentioned as she raised a brow at him.
Illario furrowed his brow in confusion at her reaction before he held up his hands again, leaning back in his seat.
“I promise that the idea was just to have something to eat rather than to get drunk. I promise nothing more is expected than food,” Illario replied before she smirked.
“I suppose. And if we run into Isa or your cousin?”
“Then I follow your lead because I wouldn’t know what to do other than ignore them.”
Adelina laughed before she nodded, agreeing to head back to the villa for a bite to eat. Illario grinned, leaving enough coin on the table for the wine and a nice tip for the waiter as well.
Adelina expected to sneak into the villa either through the back door or perhaps a window. However, Illario brought her straight through the front door, regardless of who saw them. It was pretty late, so she had expected more secrecy that he was giving them.
She followed Illario to the kitchen, and he started searching through the pantry for something quick and filing for them. Adelina wandered around the kitchen a little, impressed how large the area was. The de Riva estate had a good kitchen, but this one was better stocked with more advanced equipment. It was also clearly designed for a staff to manage it. She wondered if they still had a staff or if Lucanis just cooked most of the time.
Illario produced another bottle of wine from his family’s vineyard along with a tin of cookies, crackers, and some dried meats. It was a smaller meal, but it was one that he could throw together in a few minutes. She smiled at him, thankful for the effort and the food.
“This is great,” she smiled, reaching for a cracker first. “Do you help keep the kitchen stocked?”
“I generally let Lucanis keep the place stocked, honestly. He prefers cooking when he isn’t on the job,” he answered with a shrug. “So, you can thank him for the snacks, really.”
“Eh, he’s not the one who brought me over to share them,” Dela reminded with grin.
“You are right.”
“Of course I am.”
Illario chuckled at that, pouring them each a moderate glass of wine. She thanked him again as he handed her a glass, and she leaned her hip against the counter to face him.
“So, how many lucky people have been brought back to your villa?” she asked, taking a sip. He hummed, glancing to the side as he thought.
“That I snuck into the villa? Too many to count,” Illario admitted before clinking his glass with hers. “To share a late-night snack in the kitchen? Just the one.”
“Just me?”
“Sí, just you.”
“Now I feel special, then,” Adelina chuckled, her red cheeks giving her away.
“Only now?”
“More special, I guess. I didn’t realize that this was out of the ordinary for you.”
“I think you’ll find that I am willing to be very unordinary for you,” he informed with a wide smile.
“Is that so?” she grinned.
“Very much so,” he affirmed, leaning towards her. “And I will continue to show you just how special you are for as long as you’d like me to.”
“Even if that’s indefinitely?” she teased.
Illario reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles gently before meeting her gaze. Her eyes widened in response to his intensity. Although it didn’t frighten her. She found it intriguing. Endearing, almost.
“Especially if it’s indefinitely,” he reassured, gently pulling her closer.
“Should tell Lucanis,” a gruff voice sounded behind them.
Adelina didn’t pull away from him, but she did look over her shoulder to see the First Talon in the doorway with glowing violet eyes. Illario frowned with a glare as she sighed.
“Spite,” she whispered as Illario turned to her. “Did we wake you?”
“Not sleeping. Heard commotion though. Came to investigate,” the demon answered with a huff. “Didn’t expect cousin and second necromage to be here.”
“Illario invited me for a late-night snack, Spite. I hope that’s alright,” Dela smiled before the demon grumbled.
“Don’t need to ask. Isa’s cousin. Always welcome,” Spite informed her before glancing at Illario. Adelina thought to correct the demon about being Isa’s cousin, but she decided to explain it later. “Don’t trust bad Crow.”
“Illario isn’t a bad Crow,” she continued before patting Illario’s chest. “He was kind enough to invite me to dinner. That’s not bad, is it?”
“No, guess it’s fine,” Spite groaned before rolling his eyes. “Going back to bed. You. Should tell Lucanis. In the morning.”
“We’ll talked to him, Spite. You can remind me if I forget,” Dela smiled before waving.
The demon narrowed his purple eyes before piloting Lucanis’s body back to where they slept.
Once he was out of earshot, Dela exhaled in relief. She was partly afraid that Lucanis was going to wake up while Spite was walking around and talking to them. She was glad that they were just heading back up to his suite to rest the body.
Dela was also glad that Spite didn’t come into the kitchen swinging as well. That would be difficult to explain.
“Why do you know Spite so well?” Illario asked curiously.
“I don’t need to Lucanis to speak with Spite. I can hear Spite when he’s close, so we end up speaking when I’m around Lucanis and Isa. It was a way to give some distractions to the demon while Lucanis was working, but we only did it twice before I met you,” Adelina mentioned with a smirk.
“Ah, so that’s why Lucanis knew you when you came over for dinner,” he remarked before furrowed his brow. “How did you not run into me?”
“We tried the first time at the estate to make sure that Spite would interact with me in a complicated environment that he wasn’t familiar with. Just in case. The second time was at the villa, but I have no idea where you were,” she answered with a shrug. “I’m sure you were either on a job or doing something similar. I don’t think you were at the villa, or I’m sure Lucanis would have introduced me to you.”
“Did he introduce you to Caterina?”
“No, he didn’t think that was necessary. Although I think I should probably meet her now.”
“Now?” he repeated. “Why now?”
“Unless you don’t want her to know about me,” Adelina mentioned with a raised brow.
“If I introduce you to her, she won’t leave you alone, you know,” Illario warned. While he wasn’t the golden child, he had a feeling that there would be quite an interrogation when Caterina found out that he had a more consistent relationship.
“I can’t imagine a conversation with Caterina would be worse than a bad contract, hun.”
“You say that now, but you haven’t experienced her scrutiny.”
“No, but I’ve dealt with a lot over the years. Besides, if Isa can charm her, who says I can’t?”
“You know, that’s a fair point,” he admitted, reaching over for a cookie. “Alright, we’ll plan a time to speak with Caterina, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“You don’t want to take some time to think about it? We only had our first date today.”
“Oh, so we’re not counting the lovely contract, even though I was horribly oblivious?” Adelina chuckled as he lifted his shoulders.
“If you want to, we can count this as our second date,” he amended.
“I think we are at our fourth or fifth date, at this point. We had several excursions that could be considered dates on that contract,” she pointed out. “There was the actual party. We had the scouting mission. You did take me to dinner before headed home.”
“How did you not realize I was hitting on you then?”
“I thought you were being nice.”
“I was, so you weren’t wrong,” he sighed.
“I just tend to be a little oblivious, so you might to be a little blunt with me,” she offered. “Meaning that if I will be expecting more dates and sweet words if you take me to meet your grandmother.”
“If you meet Caterina, you are here for the long haul, cariño, I promise,” Illario replied, kissing the palm of her hand.
Adelina smiled at him, feeling a little silly with the adoration in his eyes. She wondered if he had looked at her with the same expression the whole time. A part of her hoped not as she felt bad it took so long to figure it out. The other part wished that he only looked at her like that.
Illario watched her stare at him again, but he noted the smile on her lips. She wasn’t just studying or watching him. She was admiring him, and he was more than happy to let her just stare into his eyes for the rest of the night.
“The long haul sounds nice,” she whispered, leaning against him instead.
This was definitely something he could get used to.
Illario enjoying a plate of cacio e pepe at the Villa. I think he'd be so happy to be home after a contract gone awry and experiencing what passes for pasta in Tevinter.
Just thought I'd do something cute for today and for @paxvoik2 since this is something she wanted to see. :D This uses the Loumon base.
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Illario Week Day 4: Hunger/ Sustenance
It should have been me.
(In many ways, Illario Dellamorte hungered to be the first.)
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"Its your turn to play the alluring hero" Rook said with a grin and Illario froze on the spot.
"Excuse me?" he said before she was pushing him out to the field where the little Halla was being chased down by a demon. "Rook" he cursed out as his blades came out, having already caught the demons attention. He dodged as the thing came at him. "Rook!" he snapped out when he noticed the other had ran out onto the field and grabbed up the young fawn before she slipped back into the woods- most likely returning it to its mother. "Oh curse me" he groaned, dodging another attack before he went on the offensive.
By the time Rook returned he had dispatched the demon. "Good job! Look at you saving little baby Hallas from demons" she beamed
"I hate you" he grumbled, pouting more when she kissed his cheek as she continued on the path they were on.
"nah. You don't" she teased, her hand coming to interlace with his. "I mean think about it! You got to save a innocent little baby halla. That's amazing! Beautiful for your reputation really"
"my reputation? I'm an assassin, Rook. Not a hero" he pointed out.
"Lucanis is also a assassin and he's a hero" she remarked back. "Why can't YOU be both? Why are you stuck being just the guy who failed to kill his cousin?" She challenged. "You told me once it was my place to play the alluring hero.... Well... What if you didn't play? What if you actually became the hero?" She said, stopping him and making him look at her. "You don't have to live in his shadow Lar. You could be your own person with your own name and your own story that has nothing to do with Lucanis. Just... Think about it yeah?"
Thank you to @illarioappreciation week for hosting
Each day, I will be borrowing a friend's Rook to write letters from or about Illario.
Today, thank you to @commander-krios for letting me borrow Adriadne
There are no words that can adequately describe the way I crave you.
Lust licked from your skin, sweat tinged with trust and adoration, every little whimper from your lips just leaves me hungrier, more desperate, more daring, wondering just how I can get more. Sweet love on my lips as I trace a pattern down your skin, each place a different flavor.
Salty with abuse from kisses and bruises, your collarbone leaves me thirsty.
Sweet with tender flesh, the center of your chest is matched only by the speed at which your heart beats.
But nothing compares to the taste between your legs. Everything else is hunger, a desire, but that is sustenance. Any day devoid of your touch, your taste, your screams, is a day where I starve.
Thinking about Illario and Lucanis being starved as kids to harden them, I always wonder how this still affects them.
Lucanis can feed himself. He has learned to cook and loves to feed others, too.
As far as I know, we don't have any insight as to whether Illario is handy in the kitchen. In my story "Blade under my skin" my OC Mira teaches him some basics, so he isn't dependent on others.
But having someone cook for him? Feed him even if they had an argument before, and he isn't expecting to get any food at all? (Unless he makes it himself.) What would that do to someone like him?
You can read the chapter under the cut or on AO3.
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It was barely past midday, yet the numbers and letters were already swimming before his eyes.
Illario leaned back in his chair with a groan, rubbing his face. He had worked late into the night and had risen this morning before the sun came up to join Mira in their usual morning training bout. The pounding in his head had greeted him when he opened his eyes and had only grown worse since he had taken his seat at the desk hours ago.
His stomach was growling, reminding him he hadn't eaten since the small breakfast he had made himself this morning.
He needed a break.
Pushing away from his desk, Illario stood and stretched, only now noticing the stiff pain in his back. His ribs still hurt where Mira had kicked him during their morning training.
Trudging along the hallways, he was greeted by one of the servants Lucanis had sent over to help with the chores, allowing Illario to actually have time to do his new job.
It had felt strange at first to suddenly have three others living with him and Mira on their quiet little island when it had been only them before. He had been distrustful, fearing they were only there to check on him and report back.
But other than taking care of the laundry, cleaning the rooms, and cooking meals, neither of the new additions to their household paid him any special attention.
Upon entering the kitchen, Illario was ready to quickly slip into their cellar pantry and find a bite when his eyes caught sight of Mira standing by the stove, stirring a pot of something deliciously smelling.
Normally, he would have tried to sneak up on her and press a quick kiss to her bare neck, but after their training bout this morning, he wasn't sure that was wise.
They had quarreled. No, that wasn't entirely true. They had done their normal routine, then a practice fight, just bare hands, no weapons this time. He had landed a hit to her face that had been aimed for her shoulder. He tried to apologize, but Mira's already sour mood that morning it only went downhill from there.
After that, he landed a second hit, this time to her back, when she didn't spin out of the way fast enough; she stopped talking altogether.
That was hours ago.
Maybe he should just return to his desk. It wasn't like he didn't know what hunger felt like or how to function without food. Caterina had made certain of that. The feeling of his stomach clenching painfully, then going numb after the second day with only the occasional cup of water was still vivid in his mind.
Back then, Lucanis had borne it so stoically when Caterina simply said, "Another day." It had made the burning rage in Illario flare all the brighter. Right then and there, Illario had sworn to himself that he would never again allow himself to go hungry for anything he craved.
Cautiously, he took a few more steps, watching her shoulders tense, then deliberately relax again. She knew he was here, but didn't glare at him. A good sign. Yet he wasn't so foolish as to take this as an invitation to go closer or even speak, so he just sat at the table and waited. Once she was done cooking her food, he would fix something for himself.
Mira sighed heavily, her back still to him, then muttered, "Anything I can help you with?"
"No, amore, I- I just wanted to quickly cook something, but you are already here, and I don't mean to rush you, so-"
She nodded and kept stirring. Silence fell over the kitchen, heavier than Illario had become used to over these past months. For painfully long minutes, he stared at his twiddling thumbs, wishing he could go back to this morning and change what had happened.
He must have hurt her more than he had realized. It wasn't the first time either one of them ended up with a bruise or two, but then, he had never hit her face. That small details somehow made it worse.
Finally, he could hear the clinking of plates and cutlery. Looking up, he found Mira sliding into her seat, a plate of steaming pottage before her - another sat close to him.
"You made me food…"
Mira's hand stopped halfway between her plate and mouth. She frowned. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Because you are angry with me."
She set the spoon down and calmly stated, "I am not."
"I just thought-" He motioned to her face and the deep purple bruise on her cheek. "Because-"
A sharp sound escaped her throat. "You thought I was pouting because you landed a hit?"
"No. I thought you were angry with me for hurting you."
One shoulder moved in a half-hearted shrug. "We were training. Accidents happen."
Her tone was dismissive, not of him, just her injury. He knew that, but it still felt like she was dismissing him with the same shrug. Like she had done before, back when they were nothing to each other.
He was about to call her out, when he saw something flicker in the steel-grey of her eyes. Not regret, but similar.
"I am sorry, Illario," she finally said. "I am not angry with you, but myself." She nodded toward his plate, and only started talking again when the first spoonful hit his tongue. "I was distracted this morning. Over something small and silly. My form was off because of it, and those two blows you landed only sent the message home."
"What message?"
"That I have become idle and slow. The past weeks have been so quiet - no one trying to kill us, no job to hone my skills but taking another fucking, scenic walk around the island." She raked her fingers through her hair. "And now, I start complaining, like a child."
Illario reached out and took her hand. "You are not. You are bored out of your skull."
Mira threaded her fingers through his, watching their hands rest on the table. "Maybe I could ask Lucanis for more work?"
A cold, sharp pain stabbed behind Illario's ribs. Just for a second, before he corrected himself. She didn't say other work, just more work.
"You could," he said carefully, then slowly shifted his features into a playful pout. "You aren't planning on leaving me, are you? Going out into the world to be all heroic, while I drown here in ink and self-pity."
She snorted and told him that she was not.
"Besides," Illario grinned. "If you were to leave now, I'd have to assume that you can't stand the fact that I beat you in a fight."
"You did not beat me," Mira replied, a sharp edge in her tone now. "Admittedly, you've got your old shape back, but I'd still wipe the floor with you - lost form or not."
Illario leaned back, watching her with a challenging expression. "Maybe we should have another bout later. See if this distraction wasn't just an excuse for you losing your edge, amore."
"You're on," Mira growled.
While they were finishing their meal and then clearing away their plates, Illario knew he would eat his words later. But she was talking again. Smiling even, though her bruise made her wince.
Hours later, their second round of sparring done and the grime and sweat of the day already washed off, they lazily drifted in their small sun-warmed pond.
Their match had ended without a clear winner. Both of them had found themselves face down in the dirt more than once, laughing when they pulled the other down with them.
Now, there was silence again. Not the cold and heavy kind from earlier, but rather comfortable and warm and-
Content, Illario thought, not even opening his eyes when Mira flicked a few drops of water his way. Blindly, he reached out and found her hand already open and waiting.
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Day 4 Prompt
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Hunger/Sustenance
He thought this endless thirst, this rapacious hunger could only be sustained the moment he donned the First Talon mantle, the moment he forced everyone around to see and to acknowledge him.
But he was mistaken.
It turned out that it was enough to be seen by his most important only one person.
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Caterina Dellamorte is a shitty human and no I won’t be taking any comments or questions 🤷🏼♀️
Hunger
She never did it long enough to show physical signs, it would be unbecoming of the first talon to have her prized possessions running around looking like skeletons. Good, obedient, little attack dogs, yes, but not a pair of waify strays that could barely move for their bodies failing.
Read the rest here on AO3!
TW for child abuse, starvation, dealing with the effects of starvation
