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“I could stab them for you, on the house.”
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🐦⬛ - LUCANIS DELLAMORTE
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INFO: Creating post to reference my screenshots of Lucanis in one place. Thought why not share them incase someone else would want/need them.
Manifest with me that I will finally sit down and start sketching the five pieces I've already brainstormed. AHDH sucks sometimes. 🥲
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Name: Lucanis Dellamorte.
Age: 35.
How well do we know each other?: I'd like to think it becomes rather intimate over time. After all, there's something to be said for witnessing someone in their most vulnerable states. More than once.
Do you have a pet name for me?: Several, in Antivan, of course.
Do I have a pet name for you?: ... don't say it.
Are you attracted to me?: I think that much is obvious.
Why do you want to marry me?: Because nobody would see it coming.
Big wedding or Small wedding?: I think we'd both prefer small.
Do you see children in our future?: Perhaps. (YES TWO.)
There's a shift of her eye from the paper, to Lucanis as they parchment exchanges from his hand to hers. Almost suspicious and slow in movements while she lowers it and turns it in her hand and makes a show of reading it. "Vulnerable? I don't know if you can call.. kissing me and then not talking about it for a week vulnerable." But she smiles, her tone playful.Then moves onto the next, "Yes, I think I've lost count of your little pet names, and they are ... sweet. All of them.." Then she leans forward with a hum, "Keep it up."
Then she skips the one she doesn't want her to say, then smiles at the question concerning the level for attraction. "I don't know, is it? Obvious? But I will say if this is your trying to ask me to marry you, it's a poor try. I see no wine, or candlelight.." She hums, and then moves onto the note of the size of wedding.. hypothetical of course, she moves the paper up to her nose. Playful as she watches Lucanis over the paper. "You know me so well, Hot Stuff."
And then laughs, before Neve's attention comes to the little infant on her back next to herself. Making a small fuss of noise for a lack of attention and kicks both her feet as Neve rubs her palm over her belly and chest. "Sshhh, Mariana.. Your father is getting an interrogation."
100/10, not-married-yet, but that's okay - Spouse Application - accepting @spitecrow
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it is late. it must be - everyone is in bed, it seems, the lighthouse eerie in it's silence. calpernia had only seen the caretaker in her trek from the library to the kitchen and she, as always, had done her best to ignore them. the spirit sets her teeth on edge. the intention this evening is to be quiet as she rifles through the cabinets in search of ... maker, who knows. something to take the edge of exhaustion off. coffee would be best, but the machine seems owned by others and she is not planning on using it and causing some manner of issue that would only result in a headache later. a bag of some vegetable she scarcely recognizes falls and calpernia curses under her breath as she moves to pick it up and stumbles in her only half-awake state, jostling the table and sucking a sharp breath in. all these years later and the phantom pains of her confrontation with corypheus remain. there is a sound of a door and she curses again, waving with one hand at whoever approaches.
"go to bed," she hisses, face hidden by loose blonde waves, "and leave me in peace."
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I really wish Lucanis listened to Spite sometimes
