One Short Day In Antiva City

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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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For all that she was strict (to put it lightly) with her own grandchildren, Caterina had raised them both with the idea that you took care of the people under your command, under your pay. Of course, they could afford to be generous, so perhaps that was not so strange. Before the Antaam, the other investments could have kept the Dellamorte fortune going almost indefinitely with no additional work needed from the Crow side of the family business.

But someone always would be willing to pay for murder, and this kept the coffers full when other things stagnated.

"I'm not sure we have maps - I'll just have to stay by your side. Or you can find one of the staff if you need."

Now he was leaning into it, trying not to laugh, too. He needed to not laugh - it might make him sick if he did. That would really put a damper on this.

"The storage areas are very cleverly hidden in the same wing that the main dining room is in."

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"If I get lost, just break out a window and find the nearest zipline. Got it."

The laugh turned into a soft groan, and he squeezed Lucanis' hand. Assan was still nearby, he could hear his squawks and chirps, so he wasn't too concerned about an ambush given how lightly both he and the Crow slept. Safer here, probably, than walking through the crossroads right now.

"Think Spite would let us nap? Would he even know what to do with nausea?"

He frowned a little at that last bit, his mouth going before his brain again. Spite had been there through torture. Of course the symptoms of a small hangover would be nothing to the demon. But the first part of the question, at least, could stand.

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Lucanis winced slightly at the memory.

"It's nothing you want to see, I promise."

Getting rid of the nausea in the most direct way possible was how the demon decided to deal with that. Which meant very much puking until there was nothing left to puke up. It was ... messy. This was also one of the reasons why Lucanis very much did not want him to try eating anything strange while in control of his body.

"But I think he was pleased enough with today that we might get a nap in peace. Probably."

Spite gave a grumbling agreement off to the side, complaining about Lucanis being so picky about his problem solving methods.

[gingerwortman]

'Nothing he wanted to see' could range from screaming on the ground in protest to going on a murderous rampage, but Davrin trusted Lucanis enough to leave that be. So he turned, slowly, on to his side. Pillowing his head on one folded arm arm, he wrapped the other around Lucanis waist and tugged lightly, trying to pull the other man closer and intertwine their legs. Just because they were sleeping off a hallucinogenic tea-induced hangover didn't mean they couldn't do it romantically. It was the first date, after all.

"Half an hour. That's all I ask."

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Lucanis went easily to Davrin, already on his side. He felt like garbage and didn't regret a single moment of it.

He did desperately hope Davrin's ability to hear Spite was truly gone, given the demon asked if he should cause a fuss just so Davrin would tie them up again, 'like Lucanis liked'.

"No, just let us rest. Half an hour. Please."

The last word being more of a grumble. Spite huffed and growled but ultimately agreed.

"He agrees to half an hour."

[gingerwortman]

Luckily for Lucanis' pride, the effects had truly worn off. Davrin was left to wonder just what Spite had offered, but knew better than to ask. Probably something about flying.

He pressed a kiss into his hair once Lucanis had fully settled, content as a nauseated elf could be. Half an hour. He had no doubt Spite would be tracking the sun to wake him up on the dot.

((Good ending spot, unless you want to close it out with Spite's wake up call?))

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(( Good ending spot for me! Prefs for what to do next? :D ))

[gingerwortman]

((night after the Illario showdown?))

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(( Sounds great! I can toss up a starter after work if you don't beat me to it!

eta: here we go!))