One Short Day In Antiva City

[twoforsurprise]

Davrin might have forgotten Lucanis' offer about the tailor, but he had not. Not all of their excursions were for fighting demons or cultists or darkspawn, and eventually Rook was going treasure hunting on the Rivani coast with Taash and Harding. And just them. Quite adamant that only Taash and Harding were needed, in fact.

Andraste preserve them, Rook was apparently becoming interested in matchmaking.

It worked out, though. The timing. Lucanis ever so casually mentions that Davrin promised to assist him in some errands in Antiva and Rook is just so happy they're not at each other's throats that they're told to not take however long they need. Lucanis makes a mental note to pick up something nice for Rook when they're in Antiva City.


Ah, Antiva City. A less beautiful Treviso, Lucanis used to say. That was before the Ossuary, before the occupation, before the blight. Now it's hard to not see everything that's been lost. He doesn't insult Davrin by assuming the man can't keep up with the Crow routes along the rooftops and across ziplines, so much faster than the weaving crowded streets up the hill the city is built on overlooking the harbor the few times they need to duck down to street level.

"Should be right around - ah, there it is," Lucanis declares once they're half way up the hill, the financial district of the city settled between the Palace at the top and the harbor and all the wealth the shipping industry brings. This time when he drops down to the street level it is where they'll stay for the time being, heading to an understated store front with a simple hanging sign that looks like an embroidered rose carved into the wood of it.

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[twoforsurprise]

Lucanis' eyes were locked onto the movement, held still by that determined expression. So much like his hunts, caught in glances as they both went after Rook to whatever corner of the north they were discovering the secrets of next. Lucanis had never considered what it must be like to have that look aimed towards yourself. His heart lurched so hard in his chest that it ached when Davrin placed that kiss to his palm. He wondered if he should make some gesture too, some declaration of interest, of intent, but he didn't know--

"I don't need sleep, I just need some coffee."

Or their sniping would be back on.

[gingerwortman]

Davrin laughed, grin staying as he slouched back against the edge of the heated water, sinking down until only the tops of his shoulders and above broke the surface. That was better than any coy remark about the Warden just trying to get him into bed. There was interest- declared and open, finally- but they were still them. It felt as good as he'd hoped when he decided to get it off his chest.

"If you fall asleep half-way through cooking his dinner, I'm not stopping Assan from eating you instead."

[twoforsurprise]

Lucanis laughed when Davrin did - how could he not? He settled back in the water as well, letting the heat seep in to sore muscles and work its magic. This was comfortable in a way he never associated with whatever this was. Flirting, courtship?

"A better meal still than yams."

Truly he had nothing against yams, but it was fun to tease. It belatedly only then occurred to him that this was perhaps why.

[gingerwortman]

"I am cooking you yams next time we're on the road."

Grilled, baked, something. Just to prove they were not the poisons Lucanis was on about. However, any energy behind the retort was ruined by the lingering smile, the appreciative way he watched the other man. Just enjoying the moment while they could.

((seems like we're getting to a good wrap spot for this one?))

[twoforsurprise]

"I will be sure to pack my poison antidotes."

Really, he could think of nothing better right then.

(( sounds good to me! Awwww. Any preference for what to do next? I can come up with a few prompts when I get off work too! ))