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dav; lucanis/rook

The tip of his blade nestled neatly between her fourth and fifth rib, just deep enough for blood to seep through her dark robe. With her one arm pinned above her head and his weight bearing down on her slender form, she was well and truly trapped. But Rook had forced her free arm between them, and her hand pressed against his sternum, fingertips brushing the skin at the base of his neck. Under her palm, his leathers began to smoke. A stand-off. Mere inches above her face, Lucanis smirked. "Rook. Is this always how you greet people?"

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I’m soooo close to being finished with this move. One more week and I think I can knuckle through all the unpacking and then I can be reunited with my beloved rookanis procreate WIPS

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Moving men have officially taken away my box filled with an absurd amount of framed Lucanis prints……….,,, goodbye sweet prince see u at the new house xoxoxo

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On the one hand I want Lucanis to have a terrifying and intimidating looking snake that is actually a sweetheart, on the other hand: arabian sand boa with small dog syndrome

IM LOSING MY MIND IVE NEVER SEEN AND ARABIAN SAND BOA BEFORE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

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HUGEEEEE shout out to all the Rookanis fanfic writers!!! I am BANNED from drawing until after I move (because otherwise I literally will not pack) and my allocated 1 hr of reading Rookanis fics on AO3 each night is keeping my soul alive!!!!!!!! How you people manage time and time again to write such gripping and heartfelt stories that I find myself either squealing with delight or literally SOBBING!!!!! I don’t know how you do it!!!! But by god THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!!!

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Besties I have to drive solo for 16 hours next week and I trust you all as Rookanis lovers to have good taste in audio books PLEASSEEEE give me recommendations

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My granddad has this story about how one of my cousins went to the store forgetting that her pet snake was sleeping on her and terrifying the store clerk when the snake slithered out.

Anyway, Spite tucking the Snillario into Lucanis's shirt (it's cold. the snake is sad. lucanis's body is warm) and Spite not telling him and Lucanis not noticing until he's in a meeting and the person he's talking too freezes watching as a snake emerges from the collar of the first talon's shirt.

LMAOOO I love this!!!! Lucanis and his little stowaway snek tormenting Treviso nobility!!!!!

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Okay so do we we think Spite and Snek would be besties or absolutely hate each others guts?

Like is poor Lucanis coming out of Spite possessions with little bite marks on his hands from where Spite tried to grab/pet the snake?

Does Rook become the snake’s new favourite because they stop Spite from bothering it?

Or are these two tormenting the poor Villa Dellamorte staff together? Servants just trying to go about their chores but The Demon now has The Snake and they’re sitting in the corner of the room silently staring at them (Spite has been told to LEAVE THE STAFF ALONE)

STOP IF MANFRED CAN UNDERSTAND ASSAN THAT MEANS SPITE CAN UNDERSTAND LUCANIS’S PET SNAKE

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STOP IF MANFRED CAN UNDERSTAND ASSAN THAT MEANS SPITE CAN UNDERSTAND LUCANIS’S PET SNAKE

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I feel like we as rookanis lovers need to send a check directly to Gigi Perez for what sailor song has done for this ship

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I’m moving soon and it’s time to pack the Lucanis print shrine but my heart says he needs to driven over in my car like precious cargo

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I tried to make this hot but then it ended up angsty which is par for the course with these two losers LOL. Anyway enjoy some knife fondling p.p.s. (Post pantry scene) and p.i.d. (Pre inner demons). Thank you to everyone replying to that post saying the concept of sliding a knife back into a sheath is hot because you're right- it is. Everyone say thank you @rookanisstuff for the art this morning.

Lucanis watched from the corner of his eye as the qunari swung his gaatlok cannon at Rook. He was too far away to do anything, and preoccupied with his own towering opponent with an equally large axe to do anything but watch as she spun out of the way- too slowly.

The cannon clipped her left hand, and he heard her let out a small yelp as her knife went flying into the air, landing point first in the sand some distance away.

Spite's wings flared from his back as he jumped toward her, to get to her, and to narrowly avoid the axe swinging for his head.

He dropped down beside her, and the two of them stood back to back, facing their opponents.

He stubbornly did not think about how comforting it was to have her against his back like this. Solid and devastating.

He twirled his rapier, lifting his dagger towards the advancing qunari.

Taash was somewhere nearby, he could hear their yells as they fought, but he would have to deal with these two first, before offering assistance.

A tugging at his waist told him Rook had reached around for a spare knife, since hers was still lodged in the sand.

That was another thing he did not think about. How natural it had become for the two of them to share weapons, to move together as though they were dancing.

You'd have to get me drunk first, I'm afraid. It's mortifying otherwise.

He hadn't found the courage, to tell her how wrong she was. Doubted he ever would.

The thought that she knew where he kept his knives without having to look was a thought he would come back to later. Much later, when he was alone.

"Pleasant weather we're having," she panted over her shoulder. She was out of breath, already tired from her magic, because she insisted on using too much too soon.

"The weather in Rivain is always nice this time of year," he replied, and couldn't help the smirk on his face, though she couldn't see it. He knew she'd have a matching crooked grin, the dimple in her left cheek showing deep, the one in her right just barely appearing.

"Too bad about the Antaam. Might have been a nice holiday otherwise."

"Rook," he murmured, not taking his eyes off the advancing soldier. "Focus."

He could hear her rolling her eyes.

"You first?" She asked. "Or me?"

"I think we go together."

"Fine. Three... two... one."

Lucanis launched himself upward, Spite's wings carrying up higher than a simple jump would have taken him. He heard the swish of an axe through the air where he and Rook had been a moment before, then the sound of a missile as it failed to hit him.

Below, Rook had vanished, and the surprise of that granted him a precious breath in which to work.

He somersaulted backward, Spite's wings letting him land softly behind the Antaam soldier holding the cannon. His rapier slid neatly in between ribs, right into a lung, while the edge of his dagger found his enemy's throat, and the qunari dropped with a gurgle, boneless and bleeding.

Rook had already dispatched the other after appearing behind him.

She was breathing hard, sweat dripping down her face, but her eyes shone with exhilaration as she grinned crookedly at him.

Mierda.

He shook his head, forcing himself to grin back. It had been well done, after all. A good fight.

You. Want. You. Lie.

Lucanis ignored the demon. Tried to. Spite had only gotten worse since Kal Sharok.

They stopped for a moment, listening for the sounds of more fighting, which did not come. The only thing they heard was the sound of Taash's roar of victory.

Rook walked over to where her mageknife had gotten stuck in the sand, handle up, almost comically, and pulled it out.

She wiped the sand and dust off it as she walked toward him, frowning down at the blade.

"Everything alright?" He asked as she approached.

"Fine," she said absently, lifting the knife up. "I think this is more notches than blade at this point."

She wasn't exactly wrong, but he shrugged.

"If it works."

She shrugged right back, then returned it to the sheath at her lower back with a satisfying shink of leather and metal.

She looked at him, then, and smiled again.

It went straight to his heart.

She took another step closer to him, her grin fading slightly, close enough that he could see the small brown flecks floating in her grey eyes, shining slightly green in the Rivain sunlight.

The thin wisps of hair that had fallen out of her braid shone too, like white gold, and sweat glistened on her skin, making thin tracks through the dust on her face.

"And, uhm," the corner of her mouth twitched upward in a way that he was sure any Chantry sister would have deemed sinful, had she seen it.

"Thank you," she said. She reached up and wiped the blade, wet with blood, on his cape. Specifically on his shoulder. First one side, then the other.

Slowly.

His breath stuttered slightly, and he felt his whole body thrumming with tension, as if they were still fighting.

As if they were back in that pantry.

He tried very hard not to think about it, as he had every day since it had happened.

It wasn't working.

It didn't exactly help that she was standing so close to him, flushed with excitement and shining in the sun, wiping his own bloody knife on his clothes.

"For..."

Just when he thought it could not possibly get worse, she reached down to the empty sheath at his hip...

And slowly slid the knife back.

He couldn't have looked away from her if he'd tried. Her eyes were still fixed on his, but her lips, when he glanced at them, were slightly parted as the dagger clinked back into place.

He clenched his fists at his sides and, with an effort, tried to even his breathing.

It wasn't working.

She was too close, and her fingers were still on the hilt of the knife-

His heart thundering in his chest so loudly he was surprised she couldn't hear it.

Could she?

"Letting me borrow this."

He should say something. You're welcome, but the words, her voice, curled around his spine and travelled down and ended up somewhere low in his stomach. He realised he had his jaw clenched. Her eyes flicked down to where her hand was still resting on the hilt at his side, and his followed, almost involuntarily.

Her gloved fingers caressed the hilt as she let it go. Crossguard, handle, pommel. Slowly.

His eyelids fluttered. Maker, his armour had not been made with what was currently happening to him in mind.

It was all he could do to keep from whimpering.

When she did let go of the hilt, and he could finally tear his eyes away and look back to her face, it was to find her already watching him.

He wanted to... he wanted to. So desperately.

"We should... go see if Taash is alright," she said, quietly. Just for a moment, there was a longing in her eyes that made his heart ache.

I... need to clear my head.

Excuse me.

She stepped away, and began to walk towards where the other sounds of fighting had come from, and Lucanis felt as though he could take his first full breath in hours.

You like to walk a little too close to the edge.

So do you.

At least I know I'm doing it.

But he couldn't seem to make himself step away. Even though it would only hurt her. He would only hurt her.

He took one more deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

Mierda, one of these days she was going to kill him. If the gods did not get to one of them first.

His head dropped forward, and he felt suddenly as though they had been fighting an entire horde of Antaam, instead of merely two soldiers.

As it did, he found his hand resting on the hilt of the dagger she had used, where her fingers had just been moments before.

Lucanis...

"What, Spite?" He snapped.

You don't keep the deal! You want and want and want, but you don't TAKE. You don't LIVE. LET ME OUT!

Lucanis shook his head, and grit his teeth, and shoved down whatever it was he felt for Rook. For her sake.

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“Thanks.”

Part 2 of sharing daggers thanks to @rookamell’s post and @morrriigan’s delightful fic!!!

Bonus: Lucanis only just held it together x

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“Thanks.”

Part 2 of sharing daggers thanks to @rookamell’s post and @morrriigan’s delightful fic!!!

Bonus: Lucanis only just held it together x

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do you think Lucanis had to send a flock of Crows to Minrathous to deal with the citizens that attempt to sue Rook for “damages” post game?

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“It's an old Crow tradition. The exchanging of paired daggers when you are to be joined in marriage.”

Inspired by the magnificent @cosmiccrushes fic Contract Negotiations!

Vivienne and Lucanis’s daggers in all their glory!

Vivienne remains painfully Vint and thus requires snake motifs on everything and of course, opals for the eyes to match THE RING!!!