#lucnais/rook

[grymm-gardens]

Midnight Rendezvous - Rookanis Smut

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Finally finished the last chapter of this fic, dont ask me what the fuck took so long, I dont know my guy <3

Read the tags pls, its freaky :)

Chapter: 4 Total words: 7656

Excerpt from the last chapter -

"How can you still think this is a good idea?" He chokes out, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands grasp at her side desperately, trying to steady himself while his legs tremble beneath him.

"Oh, I don't. Terrible one actually." She laughs as she gently guides his head backwards, prompting him to look up at her. "I just don't fucking care." She looks down at him with a reassuring smile. He shudders as she leans closer, their faces now mere inches apart. She traces her fingers along his jaw before placing a gentle kiss on his temple.

"I cannot control them." He pleaded with her. His eyes fall to the bleeding wound on her shoulder. Raw, swollen, and pink underneath the crimson dripping from the ripped skin.

"I don't need you to, Lucanis." She thrusts him forcefully back into the door, a demonstration of the power she holds. "Stop trying to protect me. We are fighting gods. There is nothing your demon can throw at me worse than that." Her brow furrows in frustration as her voice sharpens. He can feel it the way she tightens her grasp on him, desperate to make herself heard. 

A pained sigh escapes his lips, shuddering as he rests against the door with a resignation. He closes his eyes before inhaling, slowly and deliberately. Rook steps back, her hands falling to the side as he aches at the absence of her touch. He almost instinctively reached out towards her, his fingers twitching with a strangled desire.

"I want this. Lucanis. You. Spite. All of it." The sudden confession cut through him like a blade. Such a simple sentiment, yet the weight of the words hung heavy in the air. As he met her gaze again, her eyes burn into his, unwavering and determined. As if she could convey every thing she felt through a single look. 

"You can walk away. If you want to. I hope you don't." She confessed as he looked away, an ache rising in his chest.

[covertleathers]

The Seiege on Weisshaupt has to be one of the best missions in all bioware history. It's so dynamic and replayable. Sometimes I just load it up just because I enjoy it that much.

Anyway this screenshot dump is gong in chronological order (or as best as I can get it). I think most of the best shots come around the end, that gonna be it's own post.

Also has no one ever noticed how watery-eyed-HAPPY Lucanis is to reunite Mila with her dad???? Heartbreaking???? He kills me??? Every time??? Had to include it here.

Also, Lucanis you don't stand a chance, Ziya is going to eat you alive (affectionate).

Full dump under the cut!

[beccabloo]

SOBBING AND CRYING, MY BESTIE IS SO TALENTED. LOOK AT THEM

Happy Birthday my dear friend! @beccabloo 🌿💚

(Rook x Lucanis/Eruwen x Lucanis)

[beetlethebug]

thinking about davrin who starts keeping a little treat for rook in their pockets after the "who wants a treat" scene with assan and manfred. he refuses to allow rook to unionize against him again. imagining him going to lucnais and asking for something for rook is very funny to me. and imagine rook getting used to it, so every time they go out with davrin they hold their hand out, expecting a treat. and one day davrin panics and realizes he doesn't have one, so he puts a little wood carving he was working on in rook's hand. and rook, the little gremlin they are, starts gloating to manfred about it. so now manfred wants one, and davrin will never hear the end of it if he doesn't provide (emmrich is very good at the disappointed dad stare and the little sighs of disappointment)

davrin who gets used to this little gift exchange with rook. who loves seeing the way that their eyes light up when they see what he has. rook who gets a little bolder, patting them down in search of treats and trinkets that davrin is hiding on their person. rook who unsubtly shares their edible treats with assan and manfred, making davrin roll his eyes but endearing them to him anyway.

rook who starts giving gifts back the way a cat would. monster parts and other pieces from kills. little stone statues of wolves and wyverns and nugs. they come back to the lighthouse covered in dirt and leaves and a bag filled to the brim of gingerwort truffles. (rook says it's their dues for the union; assan and manfred nearly knock them over the second they realize what rook has).

just. davrin and rook and little treats.

[cybershock24601]

Alternate Veilguard time travel au where everyone BUT Rook ends up in the past as a result of one of their attempts to get Rook back.

The Inquisition suddenly gets the weirdest collection of freaks showing up at Skyhold including a tevene detective, a dalish monster hunter, a dalish historian, an esteemed member of the mourn watch, the demon of vyrantium who might possibly be possessed by a demon, and a 13 yr old dragon hunter + their mom. Also Harding is there and suddenly doing rock magic.

And none of these people seem to be doing all that much to help, they just keep side eying Solas.

(How do the companions that were lost on tearstone island get blasted back to the past too you ask? i don't know, i don't care, it's the power of friendship bitch)

Highlights of this au include:

Lucanis telling Caterina No for once in his life and ditching the Crows. Caterina and Illario have absolutely no idea how to handle this sudden shift in behavior from the ever obedient Lucnais

Harding suddenly being able do Rock magic and just giving Solas so much pointed shit but never outright calling him out for what he did to the Titans so Solas just has to sit there uncomfortable unable to really say anything about it because if Harding doesn't actually know what happened then he doesn't want to out himself by confirming anything

Bellara peppering Solas with a million questions about the things "he's seen in the fade" and Solas having to awkwardly try to answer her questions because he likes being the guy with the answers while also coming up with increasingly ridiculous explanations on how he knows these things so as to not give too much away

Manfred and Cole becoming friends!

Dorian having to deal with his old teenage crush still being super hot

Davrin fucking with Blackwall by asking him questions he already knows about the Wardens just to see what bullshit that guy's going to come up with

Taash and Iron Bull bonding over dragons while Shathann is freaking out in the background because Bull is ben-hassrath

Neve as Cassandra's bi awakening

Davrin adopts a mabari to fill the assan shaped hole in his life

Bellara getting starry eyed about Varric and convincing him to give her writing tips. They end up essentially co authoring a number of serials about some of Neve's more memorable jobs and Bellara even goes onto write some serials based on Davrin's monster hunting adventures and Lucanis' assassination gigs with the two of them getting a little too nitpicky about the accuracy of Bellara's fictionalizations of their professions

But mostly I just want this au because it's essentially the entire veilguard minus Rook looking at Solas like this throughout the entirety of Inquisition

[cosmiccrushes]

A Choice Made

Lucanis x Rook || 2k words

Summary: Lucanis finds Rook drowning her sorrows at the bottom of a bottle as she struggles to come to terms with the consequences of her choice to help Minrathous or Treviso

i'm also on ao3 <3

***

Lucanis plops the heavy pot of stew down in the center of the dining table. His team filters in around him, like clockwork. Meal times in the Lighthouse have become an easy routine for them all. Bowls clatter, dishes are passed around, and finally Lucanis takes his own seat. Observing the group, Lucanis registers that one head of curls is missing. 

“Where's Rook?” He asks the group at large. 

Some glance at Rook's empty chair, several of them shrug. 

It's Bellara who speaks up. “I found a note earlier. Rook said she was going out for a drink.” 

Lucanis’ brow furrows with concern. “Alone?” 

Bellara lifts a shoulder. “I guess. The note didn't say, but we're all here aren't we?” She looks around the table at their companions. 

“I don’t like this.” Davrin's mouth is set in a hard line. The Grey Warden, always the pragmatic protector. “None of us should be going off alone, but especially Rook. The Gods must have a massive target on her back.” 

Lucanis is in very strong agreement. “Did the note say where she was going for drinks?” He directs his question at Bellara. Bellara shakes her head, her smile tight and apologetic. 

Lucanis’ chair scrapes back from the table as he stands. “I will go find her.” 

Emmrich’s hand flutters on top of the table in agitation. “But how? She could’ve gone anywhere.” 

Lucanis’ gaze briefly locks with Neve’s. “She could’ve. But she didn’t.” Neve responds with the smallest nod of her head. A shared, silent knowledge passing between them of how Rook has struggled since Minrathous. Since Neve began rejoining the group- at least for meals. 

Davrin stands as well. “I’ll accompany you.” 

“No,” Lucanis says, too sharp. Davrin raises an eyebrow at him. “I know where she’ll be and I don’t think she’ll be all that grateful for company.”

Davrin squints at him, one fist flexing. Then relents, drops back into his chair, pulling a steaming bowl of stew towards him. “All right. But at least tell us where you’re going in case you don’t come back.” 

Lucanis looks to Neve again. She stares impassively at the food in front of her. “Dock Town,” Lucnais answers Davrin’s request.   

***

The streets of Dock Town glint with Venatori steel. The cultists prowl everywhere. Lucanis’ stomach twists as he passes through a square, Shadow Dragons swing from ropes. This could have been Treviso. That could have been Rook. He quickens his pace. 

The Cobbled Swan’s warmth spills onto the street as he approaches. Music and conversation rise up to greet him. He weaves his way through the tavern, shouldering past drunken patrons who get in his way. His eyes peeled for red hair. He finds her. Tucked into a corner, pint glasses fanned out around her. She rests her head on folded arms atop the wooden table, her back to him. Tension releases that Lucanis did not even realize his body was holding.

“Rook?” He eases into a seat beside her, briefly thinking of a time they sat just like this, sharing a cup of coffee in a different city.

She turns her head towards him, not lifting it from her arms. “Luc,” she says in greeting. The smell of whiskey hangs heavy on her breath. 

Lucanis glances at all the empty flagons. “How much have you had?” 

A noncommittal gesture moves through her shoulders. “A few.” 

Lucanis itches to reach out and snatch the half full cup in front of her away. But it’s not his place to tell her what to do- or how to nurse her grief. “Have you eaten anything?” 

“Ever in my life? Sure.” He inclines his head at her sardonic tone. She sighs. “No, Lucanis. I haven’t eaten anything tonight.” 

“This won’t fix anything, you know,” Lucanis says softly. 

“Really?” Rook looks at him with mock surprise. “And here I thought I’d cracked the code to curing bad decisions!” 

“It’s dangerous to be out on your own.” Rook rolls her eyes at him and he grits his teeth. “What was your plan? Get so drunk you couldn’t find your way back to the eluvian? Stumble your way into a Venatori trap?” He can’t keep the anger from coloring his words. 

Rook finally picks her head up off the table. “My plan?” Her words slur. “Oh, my plan was most certainly to drown my woes in booze and then-” Her signature mischievous smirk. “I thought I’d see about stumbling my way into that handsome bartender’s bed.” She points over her shoulder at a man pouring drinks for patrons. “I thought that sounded like a far more enjoyable trip to make. And not even a single Venatori involved.” 

Lucanis’ throat squeezes. He feels Spite’s jeering laughter skittering across his mind. If Rook wanted to distract herself, relieve her pain with pleasure- that was her choice. Lucanis didn’t get a say in who she took to bed.

Yet he couldn’t hold his tongue- or his jealousy- enough not to say, “If you need a distraction, I could help.” 

She smiles coyly at him. “Are you offering your bed, Luc?” Mierda. The intimate way she shortened his name shot straight through him. A familiar, frustrating yearning. Spite laughed harder. No. No, Lucanis was not offering that. Could not offer that. 

“I was thinking more along the lines of a game of Wicked Grace. Or perhaps a friendly duel.”

She huffs. “Your plan would involve swords. I think mine is better.” 

His fingers twitch against the table. If he has to watch her walk out of here with someone else…

Selfish, so selfish, Spite hums. 

Lucanis does his best to ignore the demon. 

Won’t take what you want…won’t let her have what she’d like. 

Lucanis looks away. Shut up, demon. 

Spite is delighted. Let me talk to her! I could help her. I could give her the distraction she seeks.

Lucanis brings a fist down, rattling the drinkware and startling Rook, who looks at him with the most sober eyes he’s seen from her tonight. 

“Forgive me.” 

“Spite?” She asks knowingly.  

“I have it handled.” 

She nods, eyes already skating back to the bartender. 

Lucanis braces himself. “You deserve a night off, Rook. And you deserve whatever joy you can find.” He nods towards the bartender, “If that’s it, then take it.” The words are ash in his mouth. “But eventually, you need to talk about what happened. You cannot avoid it- and Neve- forever.” 

“Talk about what happened…” Rook says faintly, staring at the bartender for so long that Lucanis thinks her decision for the night has already been made. Then she says, in a tone so miserable he has to stop himself from reaching out to take her hand, “What happened is that I made a choice. And that choice cost people, my people, their lives.”

She takes an angry swill from her mug. Lucanis is silent. It seems a dam on her words has broken and they pour out of her now. “I chose not to go to my own people, Luc. How could I do that? Neve is never going to forgive me- and why should she? I betrayed the Shadow Dragons trust.”

Slow and patient, Lucanis nods. “You chose to come with me to save Treviso. Innocent people lived because of you.” 

“And what of the innocent people of Minrathous who did not live? What of my fellow Shadow Dragons, slain by the Venatori?” 

Lucanis suspects this is not a rhetorical question as her eyes bore into him. That she seeks an absolution no one can give her. “You had to make an impossible choice-” A distressed shake of her head. “So- why did you make the one you did, Rook?”

He can see the tears she is fighting hard to hold back. “I thought they would win,” she whispers. Lucanis cannot stop himself from reaching out now, cupping his hand around hers where it rests on the table. She looks down at their joined hands. “I didn’t think for one second the Shadow Dragons would fall. I didn’t think-” She looks back up at him, a rare softness to her that Lucanis aches to wrap up and protect. 

“I know,” Lucanis squeezes her hand, silent permission to say what she needs to say. 

“I thought I could do more good in Treviso, prevent more deaths. The Shadow Dragons, they are accustomed to moving as one, coordinating. But the Crows,” She watches him, something of an apology in her eyes. “The Crows operate alone in the shadows so often.” Another squeeze of his hand around hers. “I feared they wouldn’t stand a chance trying to protect the citizens and fight off a dragon.” 

“Rook,” Lucanis dips his head to hold her gaze. “It is not a crime to have faith in your people. To help those you think will need it most.” 

A tear finally breaches the rim of her eye. Lucanis sweeps it away with his thumb. Immediately dropping his hand away to join his other clasped around hers. 

“But I was wrong,” her voice hardens. “The Shadow Dragons did fall. And I wasn’t there.” She pulls her hand away from his, draining the rest of her cup. She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth and sways in her seat. 

“An impossible choice, with irreversible consequences,” Lucanis offers solemnly. “But we will rebuild and retake Minrathous.” It’s a contract he speaks between them. 

“We?” The single word on her lips sends a thrill through Lucanis. 

“You chose to help my people. I will repay that debt to yours.” Lucanis vows. 

She focuses on him, reaches out a finger to tap his chest. “You would do that?” 

“You are not alone, Rook.” 

Sadness bends the curve of her mouth. “It feels like it sometimes. Everyone is looking to me to make decisions. The team. Varric. I feel like I’m one footstep away from leading everyone off of a cliff.” 

“If you are the one leading, I would gladly go over the ledge.” Lucanis bites down on his tongue, afraid he’s revealed too much in his desire to provide her comfort. Worth it when the sound of laughter falls from her lips. “I only mean to say,” Lucanis goes on. “That you are a good leader, Rook. And all good leaders must make the best of impossible choices.” 

“Thank you, Lucanis.” She smiles. “Well then,” She stands abruptly on wobbling feet. Lucanis rises beside her, anxiety coursing through him that she’s decided to proposition the bartender after all, that this is farewell for the evening. 

She takes a step, stumbling. “Oh!” In her drunken surprise, she throws out a hand to steady herself against his chest as she trips. He moves with an assassin’s instinct, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hand presses flat against his heart, which he’s sure must be racing.

“Are you sure you don’t have any bad decisions in you tonight?” There’s a challenge in her eyes.  

Mierda. He releases her, steps back, his hand lingering at her waist. “You’re drunk,” he says gently. 

“And you’re possessed by a demon. We all have our issues.” 

He fights down a smile, unwilling to encourage her. Drops his forehead to hers, his restraint slipping for just a moment. But he lets go of her waist, motioning to the tavern’s exit. “Can I interest you in an evening stroll instead?”

“Will it end with Venatori filth on the end of my blade? Surely that’s one bad decision you can allow.” 

Her words still slush together and an unsteadiness vibrates her frame. A vision of her facing off against Venatori cultists in a darkened alley, reflexes slowed from drink floods through him. “When it comes to you, they’re all bad decisions,” he replies gruffly, turning to lead them from the bar. 

She matches his stride on shaky legs, grips his bicep as she ducks under a server hoisting a drink laden tray over their heads. Mutters a curse when she staggers against him, the liquor in her blood proving to greatly impair her agility. Lucanis sighs, wrapping an arm back around her, tucking her in against his side as he pushes through the crowded bar. She closes her fingers around a fistful of his jacket, her knuckles pressing into his abdomen. When they cross the threshold to the street outside, she does not let go. Neither does he. 

They walk, pressed together, all the way back to the eluvian. 

[belle-noche]

Blood & Whiskey

So I blame @rookanisstuff and @ttrevelyan for hooking their claws into me with this Mafia Rookanis brain rot and I had to do it to em. So here's my take of a mafia AU. @rookanisstuff this is for you but also for me this has consumed me XD

Blood & Whiskey (A Rookanis Mafia AU)

 The air was thick with smoke as rain pelted against the cobbled streets of Treviso, times were hard, staying alive was harder. They had carved up the city like a christmas turkey, 8 families drawing lines in the sand that caused more bloodshed rather than preventing it. For decades, an uneasy peace had settled in the city-if you could call a state of Cold war peace. It was hard to finish when the two most prominent families often stood at opposite sides, and no one was looking for an all out war. 

The De Rivas and Dellamortes got along out of respect, over actual care for one another, a point driven in since childhood to Lucanis and Illario Dellamorte by their grandmother. The Raven sat on a street of neutral territory, where most families came to do deals, a jazz club where men and women could go without getting a bullet between the eyes.

Most days, anyway.

Lucanis adjusted his tie, gold pin catching light as he sipped a whiskey. His younger cousin, Illario was beside him, fingers drumming impatiently on the bar top. His eyes scanned the room like a predator. The Dellamorte boys were infamous throughout Antiva,especially Treviso. Lucanis was cold calculation, while Illario opted for his trigger happy impulses that kept Caterina Dellamorte in a perpetual state of damage control.

“You see that?” Illario nodded towards the door, “Trouble just walked in..” His voice takes a song like tone-amusement clear in his eyes. Lucanis followed his gaze as she walked into the bar like she owned it. Rook De Riva was all slender legs wrapped in Emerald silk that sang against olive skin. The dress was a statement, her brother draped everything in that shade of green, a clear point of loyalty and where hers layed.

She took a seat at the bar a few seats down from them, she ordered with quiet authority. “Vodka cranberry.” Her voice is deep, sultry, wrapped in false security that bellied the danger she possessed. Lucanis was moving before his brain caught up, he was sliding down the bar, drink in hand. “Well, well. Rook De Riva.” He greets, voice like velvet over gravel. She turns slowly, unbothered, her eyes appraising him from head to toe-silent minus the chewing gum she popped between her teeth, expression unreadable. “Only my friends get to call me Rook.” She says plainly.

Lucanis takes a deliberate sip of his drink, savors the burn. “We’re not friends?” He asks, a dangerous playfulness in his tone. Rook arches a brow at him, her eyes rack over him again, a different kind of interest flickering in her pupils. “We’re not gonna be friends.” there's a dangerous curve to her lips as it crawls into a smirk. She picks up her drink, sliding a tip across the deep wood. She takes a slow slip, eyes meeting his unflinchingly-before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Her perfume lingers, roses with a hint of gunpowder.

Lucnais watches her disappear into the crowd, a half smile on his face. “Isn’t she stunning?” he asks no one in particular, raising his glass back to his lips. “She certainly looks good walking away from you.” Clapping a hand onto Lucanis shoulder.

Two weeks later, their paths crossed again, she approached the bar with less grace than she usually applied, perhaps more comfortable within her own territory. “Whiskey. Neat.” She orders, dropping her small clutch against the wood before searching for a cigarette case. “Now miss, you know how Mr. Viago-” the boy, Vincent, was new, inexperienced within their world, and Rook didn’t have the patience to be gentle. “Do I look like a I need a fucking man to order my drink for me?” Antivan accent thick with irritation as she finally pulled out a silver case.

The bartender pales, and then turns to make her drink. A lighter is offered before she can reach for her own, she finds dark eyes staring back at her, amusement lingering in them, she takes the light without a word, sucking in a plume of smoke. His eyes track her hand as she pulls the cigarette from her lips, notices the blood under nails. “We have to stop meeting like this, cara mia.” 

Rook doesn’t react, “I wasn’t aware we were meeting at all, Dellamorte. Does my brother know you’re in his bar?” The casual mention of Viago, the head of her family-was not casual at all. “And yet, here we are.” He signals for another drink, “How is Viago these days? I feel like I haven’t seen him in so long, still paranoid as ever?” “Cautious.” Rook corrects immediately. “That tends to happen when he’s shot mid peace negotiations.” Rook’s eyes are steeled, clearly she was aware there was no love lost between Lucanis and Viago. 

“I wonder what else he’s told you.” Lucanis smiled, he’s borderline teasing her. “He’s told me everything I need to know.” her eyes hold a silent warning. “Especially about you Dellamortes.” Lucanis leans into her, a devil in his eyes. “And what did he tell you about me I wonder.” Voice quiet and flowing like silk. “That you’re as dangerous as you are charming.”

“Is that a compliment?” He holds her gaze, “It’s a fact, only a fool would pretend otherwise.” The band continued to play around them, the melody wrapping around the two of them like smoke. Lucanis looks at her, a glint in his eyes. “What do you say? Wanna dance?” He offers a hand to her. She studies him for a few beats before finishing her drink in one smooth motion, and wraps her coat back around herself. 

“I don’t dance anymore.” The smoke over her cigarette curling over her words, she doesn’t look back at him as she walks away, crowd parting like water before coming back together again. Lucanis watches her retreating figure, raising his glass to his lips. “That’s a shame.” he murmurs, taking a large sip. 

“Cause you’re dancing with me.”

[perditus]

“ Crows? Family. We won’t talk to them” Spite agrees easily, moments before suddenly launching through the eluvian without a care. They land on the other side with a small thud, crouching slightly as they peer out into Treviso. Ahead of them they see the plank leading into the Crow’s hideout, remembering it from the times Lucnais had been around. 

They promised not to make a scene. Rook was humoring them, so they would as well. 

So, the demon suddenly sprints forward through the window, darting around a few startled Crows as they avoid making any form of eye contact. Talking would ‘draw attention’ so they don’t - they just dash their way through the small hideout and out into Treviso. If they don't acknowledge the sudden chaos their entrance had caused surely a scene was not made?

It was Rook's turn to tilt his head, a small mimic of Spite's own action. Whatever it was that Spite meant, he seemed pretty proud of it. He would need to keep an eye on him while they were in Treviso, so he didn't put Lucanis into any unwarranted danger doing whatever it is he plans to do. He was sure he'd eventually understand what he was talking about.

He follows after Spite, gesturing to one of the tall mirrors that were activated off to the side.

"This one leads to Treviso, Spite. Try not to draw any attention when we go through okay? The other Crows are on the other side and I don't feel like explaining why you're running around instead of Lucanis."

[cybershock24601]

I feel like my crow Rook would be what makes Lucanis realize exactly how fucked up his childhood was because while Lucanis’ training wasn’t pretty, it was likely not as bad as a typical crow. Anyways imagine everyone is swapping stories about their childhood and Lucanis probably shares some tale of him and Illario as boys only for Rook to casually drop some absolutely horrifying story from their training and everyone is like What. Except for Lucanis who’s nodding along because that sounds normal to him.

You know how Zevran just casually drops the most fucked up personal lore and is so casual about it? That’s Rook. They’re so indoctrinated by Crow training that they don’t really see anything wrong with what’s been done to them. I’m sure everyone starts trying to explain that what happened to Rook was really fucked up and Rook just starts getting really defensive because it’s fine. Everyone starts looking at Lucanis to check with him on all this and he probably shares some snippet from his own training because he’s also deep in denial too. By this point Davrin has his head in his hands because this is explaining so much.

Emmrich or maybe Harding probably tries to reframe it by having Rook imagine something like that happened to someone else to which Rook’s response is that’s fucked up! Only to immediately switch it up and say it’s fine because their training was Good and made them a good assassin so it’s all okay. The levels of cognitive dissonance being displayed here is insane.

It’s probably around the time everyone just starts trying to explain to Rook how crow training was actually incredibly abusive and wrong with Rook giving increasingly insane denials because Rook can do some crazy mental gymnastics that Lucnais starts to realize, maybe what Caterina did to Illario and him was bad actually. He immediately shuts that thought right down because now is not the time to confront those issues.

But anyways I think Lucanis would be experiencing some serious Recognition of the Self though the Other dealing with a crow Rook and the reactions of the rest of their friends because Lucanis is never going to bring up his trauma but Rook will be blabbing about it left and right because Rook doesn’t even realize they’re traumatized.