death is close (but so is life)
@arlathanxchange creators have been revealed and I'm so excited to share this gift I wrote for @shivunin!! I've been itching to play with Lenore/LoF!Arlow since the fic mo wrote for oc kiss week, and I had SO much fun imagining how Arlow's presence would change the plot to fake Lucanis' death post-canon, and rotating the vibes Arlow/Lenore/Lucanis/Neve might have :3
thank you for letting me borrow your girl and play in this sandbox, mo - I'm so glad you enjoyed 💜💜💜 divider credit
f!elf ingellvar/f!elf laidir · T · 3620 words · cw: fear of the ocean
After Lucanis falls on a contract, Lenore tends his body— and recognizes the source of his wounds.
addt'l tags: grief/mourning, fake character death, angst with a hopeful ending, mourn watch culture & customs, minor neverookanis, established relationship, polyamory
“I wondered how long it would take.”
That is all she says, and Lenore just stares. Bewildered. If she is expected, then surely— surely Arlow has turned the moment over, traced the shape of this tension, practiced and polished her excuses a dozen times over.
But she remains silent. Only the sea pushing at the far end of her ship makes any sound.
“Haven’t you anything to say?” Anger bursts quick and hot from Lenore’s chest, tumbling past her control in the brief moment before she schools it back. “Aren’t you going to explain?”
Arlow folds her arms across her chest. “What do you want to hear?”
“That I am wrong. That in my grief, I mistook the shape of your knife in his skin. That your magic is not the touch that stopped his heart.”
Nothing about the accusation bothers Arlow. She gazes down at Lenore, steady and unmoved. It makes an eerie, uncomfortable picture; this is the stranger she met so long ago, not the wry smile and patient comfort of the lover she has known. “You want me to lie to you?”
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