[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path. asked by @thecrowtakeswing

"Ah!" Uri thought for a moment she had tripped over her heels before she recognized the feeling of hands on her back. She caught herself before she hit the ground, turning slightly to see why she was pushed.

The sight of an arrow embedded in the tree that her head had been in front of a moment ago caught her up short. Turning her attention back to Lucanis she tried to figure out where the arrow came from and who the hell was firing at them.

　　' 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄, i have to admit this is... much better. ' calling the concoction she made while camping coffee was, to say it frankly, an insult to the drink. her expeditions could last months and often meant going to some remote corners of arlathan with no access to the camp or nearby dalish clans for real food. sometimes you had to make do with the moss and mushrooms you found and in the dark, it all looked the same.

Slay the Princess Sentence Starters @thecrowtakeswing

There were many ways to kill that didn't involve a knife plunged into her chest. Lucanis was a Crow, he had undoubtedly learned many ways to snuff out a life besides the most obvious. He could smother her with a pillow whilst she slept. He could wrap his hands around her throat and choke the life out of her, or snap her neck for a quicker and cleaner kill. It could be as easy as seeing an Antaam warrior or Venatori with a sword coming up behind her and not warning her.

"Forgive me if I'm not exactly reassured that it's not a knife I need to worry about." Sarcasm to cover the aura of fear that she was sure radiated off her in waves. The demon could probably smell it a mile away.

And that was exactly her fear: the demon. Lucanis was a man, he could be reasoned with, talked down, persuaded...a demon gave no such guarantee. It was a wildcard and it had every right to hold a grudge. Spite, even it's very name was a threat. What would it do to fulfil its nature at her expense? Would it believe hurting her would be a way to win a petty victory against an aunt she hadn't associated with in nearly a decade?

'For You, I Would...' Yearning Starters

@thecrowtakeswing

Emmrich hadn't thought he was doing anything of obviously particular note. He'd invited Lucanis to the Memorial Gardens, both to help tend to the plants there and simply to enjoy its beauty. His favorite Crow deserved any moment of rest to be found. And if they could find it together, all the better.

So when Emmrich finished a gentle examination of the Weeping Widower blossoms, he hadn't been expecting to find such a tender, perhaps even yearning look on Lucanis' face. As captivating as the flower he still cradled - even more so, really.

@thecrowtakeswing asked: He comes up behind her, wraps her arms around her waist, and just rests his chin on top of her head. "Mi pequeño tesoro."

Raena made a soft humming sound in her throat in response to the unexpected touch-- not so unlike the sound a cat would make when someone startled it awake. She was quickly embraced by his familiar warmth, pressed against her back, wrapped around her middle, bearded chin resting atop her head. Her hands came to rest atop of his, tracing light circles over his knuckles with her fingertips, as she melted against him, face warming up at his term of endearment for her. Her heart was racing in her chest, insides buzzing with nervous energy, with how close Lucanis was to her... Raena tipped her head back slightly in an attempt to look up at him.

The Five Senses Starters

@thecrowtakeswing

Emmrich had taken to standing as close as he dared to the kitchen in the corner of the dining hall, without getting in Lucanis' way. Intrigued as he was by the recipe, taking mental notes all the while, Emmrich wasn't familiar enough with it to help beyond chopping the leeks. The croquettes were already smelling delicious, though, even before they were fully finished. Ah, the wonders of the allium family.

The results looked good enough to sell, frankly. Not for the first time, Emmrich thought to himself whether some other path in life would've allowed Lucanis to become a chef, like he could've been a botanist. No doubt his favorite Crow would have still become the toast of Antiva, just for very different blade work.

Conversational Starters

@thecrowtakeswing

Mild surprise gave way easily to a gentle smile, as he glanced to the assassin leaning against his shoulder. Emmrich's touch trailed up Lucanis' arm to bury in soft, dark hair, blunt nails skating short lines back and forth on the other's scalp. "Of course, my dear. I did see a rather unusual orchid the other day, in Arlathan Forest. It seemed to prefer the ruins rather than the trees..."

Ship Development Asks

@thecrowtakeswing

Most often, it's touches to each other's waist, shoulders, and back.

Emmrich knows being so close in Lucanis' personal space already requires a distinct measure of trust; it's that and personal enjoyment which makes Emmrich skim a hand up or across Lucanis' back. In conversations among the group, helping in the kitchen, or out in the field, the touch is never overlooked. When or if Lucanis does the same, Emmrich treasures the wordless echo of I'm here.

Hands on shoulders are also a reassurance of presence, but sometimes have different sentiments. An anchor point in distress; a support in laughter; a favored resting place in relaxation. Emmrich likes gentle squeezes there, how they can turn into massaging tension away, and how his own shoulders fit Lucanis' hands so well. It's how they can steady each other through joys or pains of any size, how they can assure and remember I've got you.