twoforsurprise | One Short Day In Antiva City

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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Davrin was more than willing- eager, even- to let Lucanis find that out, tilting his head back accordingly. He slid the hand at the back of the Crow's neck down, along his spine, to gently pull at the bottom edge of his vest-

When he heard the unmistakable sound of swiftly moving boots echoing across the dining area behind them. No wonder Lucanis liked this spot, it would take a true master of stealth to make it to the pantry door undetected. And meant the man had to be woken up every time someone stopped in for a midnight snack. Next time, he was carrying the man to his room...

But for now? While his fingers loosened their grip on Lucanis' hair and he left the vest where it was, Davrin let the other man decide just how fast- if at all- they'd pull apart. Some people in the Lighthouse could use a lesson about knocking, anyway- especially if those certain people were going to keep playing matchmaker among their party.

Lucanis was sorely tempted with the same idea - helping to teach Rook a lesson about knocking, to see how much effort it would take to leave a mark on the tender skin of Davrin's throat - but he was too private (shy even) a person to go through with it. Especially without consulting with Davrin first. So he let out a heavy sigh and eased back - not fully, but enough to maintain some dignity while also being very clear to Rook that should knock. A good middle ground.

So of course when the door was pushed open with a "Hey, Lucani- oh!"

Spite decided to take advantage of Lucanis' lax hold, eyes flashing as he turned to grow at Rook.

"Interrupting!"

Davrin was going to be very smooth about it all- really. Maybe even stay to hear the plans for going to Treviso, because obviously he was going, too. But then Spite slipped in, seemingly more than ever channeling Lucanis' (and Davrin's) inner thoughts without a moment of pause or acknowledgment that, yes, there were world ending issues they needed to take care of.

That broke him.

Davrin, head already tilted back against the wall, let out loud laugh. Gods, after everything before the kiss? It felt good, better than he'd expected, to be able to do that. Still grinning, he decided he'd be briefed on the plan later. He wanted to keep this feeling of lightness and heat, of remembering lips almost on his neck, for a while longer.

He slipped out of his loose hold against the wall, pressing a kiss against Lucanis/Spite's temple on the way by. He offered a half smirk to Rook as he walked by, not waiting for a reply as he tossed out:

"Doors, Rook. They close for a reason."

((feel free to add an ending post or not! Going over to start the tea drinking date now))

One Short Day In Antiva City

Rook: the best/worst wingman

Spite takes a close second.

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