#fademade

"I will say this, Lucanis—I’m much more of a tea enjoyer myself, but I’ll gladly indulge in the coffee since it’s a form of art in your hands." Emmrich gave a small, appreciative smile. He truly enjoyed Lucanis’ cooking whenever the assassin took his turn preparing meals for the group. It was refreshing to see such impressive skill with a knife put to creative, wholesome use rather than... professional necessity.

One thing Rook knew about Lords of Fortune was the fact that, like herself, they tended to jingle when they walked. It was the jewellery. Gold and shiny enough that it caught the sun, and shone spectacularly in the lighthouse. "Got something for you, Taash." Rook probably could've knocked first, rather than shouldering her way through the door to make a beeline for her friend. "While we were exploring the beaches a few days ago, I found something you might like." Cradled in the cup of her hands, there would sit a piece of sea glass; cleaned and polished, and decorated with lines of gold and white paint to mimic the break of waves against the sand. Hand painted, if the smudges and smears over Rook's fingers were anything to go by. In the top of it, there was a hole, and a chain of gold (or something like it) was threaded through the top.

"I figured, what with the motto being For Gold and Glory, it would be rather fetching." She moved to let it dangle off the tip of her finger and her smile widened into a broad grin. Rook wiggled it, as though that would entice them to take it from her.

@fademade / closed starter / taash.

Shan had been surprised when they had gone to rescue the Crow that they'd end up with two new members of the team, though it didn't seem as though they wanted to work together. In fact, Spite is flat out volatile, violent, a danger to his host...

Shan feels an immense amount of pitty for the poor demon... spirit, he remembers... and for Lucanis both. Neither of them deserve this unwanted pairing, neither deserve the year of torment and torture it took to make them like this...

So when Lucanis wants company, he doesn't turn that down, accepting in a heart beat the second invitation to the cafe in Treviso. Partly to keep an eye (or, rather, Concern's 'eye') on him, but partly to let the Crow know he isn't alone, he has someone there who might be more sympathetic to his situation than most... Spirits and 'demons' are, after all, his specialty.

Besides, he likes the assassin's company... and his coffee. Though at the moment, they sit quietly at Lucanis' favorite cafe in Treviso, looking out over the canals as the stars begin to shimmer along the rippling water like spirits twinkling in the void. He might not see it the way Lucanis does, but his magical senses are enough for him to sense the beauty of it all.

Shan also can't see the eyes of others in the cafe and on the street staring at him, but he can feel them as well. He knows the stares are there. He's gotten used to it by now. His appearance wasn't so unusual in the Grand Necropolis, but those outside the Mourn Watch, he's learned, aren't always so accepting of such individual expression.

Though, he doesn't really care. Right now, he just cares about the Crow before him, and Lucanis has never seemed bothered by Shan's looks. Concern settles itself on a perch above the two of them in the rafters, keeping watch on the pair.

"You're awfully quiet..." Shan says, facing Lucanis though his clouded eyes of course don't focus, like two teal orbs floating against black sclera. He's never considered that some might find his eyes unsettling, no one in the Necropolis ever has, but after venturing out into the world, he refused to conform to anyone's standards or expectations but his own.

❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞ lucanis for emmrich

"Very well." Emmrich says softly, a smile of mischief and mirth resting on his lips as he tilts his head up ever so slightly as a display of confidence. "I am a Professor, after all, who am I to turn down an eager student?"

He sets his glass of wine down on the table before sliding his chair backward, placing his hands on his knees to push up and stand as he speaks, his voice dipping a little lower. "Seduction 101..."

It has been some time since Emmrich had this sort of fun, a long time since he's had anyone he wanted to be this playfully flirtatious with. Lucanis is fascinating to him, in many different ways, and he was certainly pleased to found out that the rogue had his own interest in the necromancer.

It certainly makes it all the easier for the necromancer to have confidence in the way he moves around the coffee table towards where Lucanis sits in an armchair. "Don't rush, there is nothing wrong with letting things develop slowly..."

His own words are slow, soft, purposeful, with a gentle commanding that lures one into leaning in and listening to everything he has to say, to teach. He props himself to sit on the arm of Lucanis' chair, looking down at the assassin with that same smile of mirth as before.

"But there are things you can say and do to help coax that development along... such as telling your paramour how delicious the meals they make are... or how magnificent and regal they look when they are fighting off the Antaam or Ventaroi...

"I like being alone with you." (lucanis to emmirch)

"Do you?" Emmrich asks with a soft smile on his lips as he looks across the small, low table between them that has a cheese and fruit board sitting there. A bottle of wine stands beside the board, something Lucanis had brought from Treviso, and Emmrich holds a glass half-empty of the vintage in his hand. Though he hasn't had much, it is already enough that he can feel a warmth on his cheeks.

He certainly isn't blushing.

"I must confess, I have grown quite fond of our quiet conversations away from the others." Emmrich says, the fondness he speaks of shining clear in his eyes as his smile crinkles the corners of his eyes.

Crows Of A Feather Jin De Riva and Lucanis Dellamorte

"Just go to sleep, Lucanis, you know you want to..." Spite's voice is surprisingly sweet and gentle, a little sing-song... or at least that's what he is trying to make his voice sound like. A soothing sound to lull his host, his jailer, into security and slumber as he leans in and whispers into Lucanis' ear.

Of course, it comes off as more of a high pitched, menacing hiss than any true sound of comfort. Lucanis doesn't help much as he just sits there on his cot drinking that damnable coffee he's powerless to stop the Crow from drinking.

He stays hovering at Lucanis' shoulder for a few more moments, waiting for some sort of reaction from the human, and thoroughly displeased at being ignored.

Crows of a Feather, De Riva and Dellamorte