#charmingthebones

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@charmingthebones

Head in hands, hunched over from a pain that he couldn't describe as it wasn't real. His heart ached, chest tight and stomach feeling like it's been kicked several times over. Grief, as Emmrich would describe it. Something the mage was pretty wise about. They felt liked two sides of the same coin, Lucanis bringing death and Emmrich easing it, adding a new life to the demise.

Though, the Crow felt that he should be used to grief. Death was his life, causing it, witnessing it, living on the cusp of it daily. Yet, there was just something so difficult some evenings with the loss of Caterina. She had been gone several weeks now, the funeral was held, he attended, and now... now he felt empty.

She was dead and gone, he needed to move past it. But, her last wish was to bring him back from the Ossuary, give him the greatest and most impossible contract of his life. Her last words to him, essentially, through the mouth of someone else.

A Crow was only as good as their contracts.

And he failed this one.

Weisshaupt was a disaster, a complete and utter failure. Yes, they defeated an archdemon, and he made a god bleed but that wasn't the contract. Ghilan'nain lived while many, many wardens died. He was an assassin, he was supposed to kill people, not make them bleed.

Spite seemed to share his distraught, having a tantrum earlier in the day, shouting at Lucanis and then to the air about being stuck. Shouting that he's not completed the contract yet and Lucanis sat silently, listening to his demon's verbal torment until he just receded into his mind.

By the time he left, returned to the present, Spite was gone and he was truly alone. It was then when the tears burned his eyes, a couple spilling over as he finally felt the weight of grief and failure crush him.

Caterina would have been so disappointed.

Then, came a knock, and the sound of a sophisticated Nevarran accent rang through a crack in the door causing Lucanis with hastily wipe away the stray tears with his sleeve and sit up.

' gods , he's so fucking handsome ---- ' sighed with such drama , almost as if it's something jaskier has to suffer with. well , perhaps it is. ' not even in a shallow way , just ... everything about his being. how he carries himself. how he talks. utterly despicable. '

a pause. he's thinking about him , stuck on that image , give him a moment.

Vittorio's usual affable expression had slipped away in the depth of his thoughts. Seated on one of the stone railings lining The Diamond's open-air corridor, he gazed down at the city he adored. Even the constant wish for the Antaam's absence was muted at the back of his mind, compared to his more present and personal concern. 'I'm scared I won't be able to kill for real.' Sarran, his dear eldest child, had confessed such in a short letter for him. No doubt Heir read it before handing it over, but had said nothing and betrayed no tells. The paper was now safely tucked in his inner breast pocket, away from prying eyes. Vittorio rested a hand over it, and sighed quietly.

His space was different than her own room. Which was something that altogether made sense, while still being wholly miraculous. It was incredible, frankly, that everything in the mill house seemed entirely organic to the space, but completely unique to its occupant. And Emmrich had seemingly charmed the house more than others.

Her room was fine. Cozy. It still felt like it was tucked into a cabin. Wooden walls, and a dozen plants - which survived despite the lack of sunlight. It was a mix, somehow, of the hobbit and her college dorm room. Comfortable, but not perfect. His room, though, somehow came with a bed comfier than she could really comprehend — and books that seemingly appeared out of no where.

“I don’t understand how you got the house to conjure up so many blankets. And shelves.” Liv bites back a yawn, rolling herself across the mattress until she can tuck herself into his side and press a kiss to his jaw.

She felt safe there. Safer than she’d really felt anywhere else for quite some time. Like she could relax and melt into him for awhile. “Maybe the house didn’t give me a good mattress because I never sleep in the bed.” Not that he needed to consider such things.

Spite : Hey, Emmrich , are you free on Friday? Like around eight? Emmrich : Yeah. Spite : And you, Lucanis? Lucanis: Umm... yes? Spite : Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! Lucanis: Did they just-

Lucanis: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it. Emmrich : Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side. Spite : YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

Emmrich : Guys where did Spite go? Lucanis: They got arrested. Emmrich : How the hell- Spite : *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤. ' i think you'll find that company and assistance are rarely the same thing. if i had the skill to do this myself , i would undoubtedly be alone. ' the vampire quips , for honestly , looting family crypts does come often with a dose of vengeful danger. and it's not as if it's just about the riches to be found ... there might be something down here that could help them.

@charmingthebones sent ❛ keep your hands where they are, dearest, or i'll have to tie them up. ❜ (to lucanis)

Try as he might, keeping his hands to himself seems impossible. Besides, he wouldn't mind Emmrich tying him up in the least. He trusts the man more than anything or anyone, he would certainly get away with tying him up, especially in a situation such as this.

The way Emmrich is worshipping his body like this is tender and it feels wonderful but he wants more. So he does what Emmrich has told him not to, he reaches forward to grab ahold of Emmrich and drag him back down to his lips where he presses his lips firmly against Emmrich's.