#spaar

I've got a lot of stuff with spite from the same rp from that last picture because I just went insane with affection for this spirit

I refuse not to be unhinged about him btw <3 this is my rook asking him "hey can you keep your ominous, glowing eyes open when we kiss so I can stare deeply into them? it has to be weird"

and a bunch of other stuff (I draw him drooling / slobbering a lot, my bad if you're not into that. I can't emphasize enough how feral he can get)

and as a prize for putting up with me this far, here's horny shit idk if tumblr will flag but I tried to at least censor the titties

I keep forgetting how to draw his horns without pulling up references so it's just the wild west

also uhh SAAR DELLAMORTE LAIDIR BE UPON YE

an unhinged thought I had last month and wouldn't leave me, related to one of the sketches above (I've written stuff to go with it but you get it):

a bunch of unrelated things because we have A LOT OF ONGOING RPS

more crownari stuff because I can't help myself

and a time skip to a decade or so in the future post-veilguard, idiots are graying relatively young because they have to raise 5 kids

alright fine I do have one with all 5 of them (first panel is directly after the events of the game, second panel is like a whole decade later)

And, as the equivalent of a grown man, he has decided "wet" is an awful sensation. It leads us back to the initial assertion that Spite's much like a cat with human (for the lack of a better word) cognition. And this is a new development that Lucanis couldn't have foreseen in the Ossuary.

Spite LOATHES taking baths. It comes up shortly after their alliance is formalized, when Lucanis started becoming comfortable with handing control over to Spite without being asleep. He noticed the spirit would always pass the body back to him before treading a river or entering a bathhouse. Naturally, the first thing that comes to Lucanis's mind is that Spite's afraid of water after being held in an underwater prison.

Turns out it wasn't even remotely the case, and Lucanis had to learn it second-hand. Saar was giggling about his gondola date with Spite when it came up. He went on about how Spite tried gliding his hand over the surface of the water without taking off his gloves, his reaction to how cold it was (Saar leaves out the moment they shared when Spite decided to warm his hand on the Qunari's cheek), and his disdain for being "wet".

Thus, Lucanis decides to take a more direct approach and ask him.

"Wet" is heavy. When he and Lucanis are out on a contract and it starts to rain, the droplets tend to find a way to soak into their underclothes, seeping in from where pieces of armor meet. It creates a thin sheen of moisture over their skin that makes the rooftops feel colder than usual.

It sticks to the cuffs of their pants and weighs them down like blocks of cement, slows their movement to a crawl as they course through water. Spite gets increasingly frustrated when he's restrained against his will. Swamps so far are the worst offender, Hossberg Wetlands in particular landing amongst his least favorite places.

"Wet" dulls your strikes against the enemy. The slippery thud of hitting someone when you're both wet, combined with the awkward slide of a blade that's been exposed to the elements, often get in the way of their syncronized blows. It's a threat to their survival, to his Lucanis.

But the main reason why Spite didn't like taking baths was simple: it messed with his sense of smell. Whenever Saar got clean, Spite had to get his and Lucanis's scent on the Qunari all over again, rubbing his head against the leathery skin like a cat marking his territory. Saar didn't even smell like himself anymore, he reeked of bath soaps.

What's so nice about baths if they undo his diligent work? He hated not being able to smell the unique musk leftover after a difficult battle, and this included Lucanis's own body odors. Why his favorite people in the world preferred smelling like cleaning products was beyond him.

There is a "good" kind of wet, which Saar has taught him about. Well... less taught, more showed him time and time again, sometimes two or three times during the same night. It activates every single one of his senses and makes everything more intense rather than numb it down.