#Gondola Ride

[fotobyandre]

Venezia - always beautiful

[fortheloveofvenice]

[ytcomments-archive]

[theworldofnoemi]

📷😍 Fotografando le gondole 🚤📷😍

[wanderingibon]

" I noticed that you've been smiling more, Lucanis. "

" ...Have I? ...Si, I suppose I have been. "

[jakhuropewayshimla]

Why is Jakhu Ropeway the best mode of transport to go to Jakhu Temple?

A Ropeway ride is also called a cable car ride or gondola ride. It is an electronic car ride attached with a cable at sky height. A cable car ride or gondola ride excites you at first. It amuses you with a butterfly-like feeling and when you go further than you will start enjoying the nature sight-seeing from the sky height.  It will raise your heartbeat with anxiety and thrill. Ropeway Shimla or Gondola ride is a fabulous and top allure in Shimla, Himachal Pradesh.

[mytravelcsp]

Italy - Venice - The floating City - P6

Bridge of Sighs /Gondola Ride & Canals of Venice – Bridge of Sighs – The Bridge of Sighs is another iconic landmark in Venice, known for its distinctive architectural style and captivating history. Connecting the Doge’s Palace to the prison, it earned its name from the prisoners who would sigh as they caught their last glimpse of freedom before being incarcerated. The bridge’s intricate stone…

[rookinthecrownest]

Extremely rude of Bioware not to let Lucanis have a magical Gondola ride with Madeleina in ‘Now I See The Light’ style from Disney’s Rapunzel

I GOTTA DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE

[writerfromshikahr]

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Kisses and Boat Rides - Lucanis X Rook Fanfic

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The gondola glided through Treviso’s quiet canals, far from the city's bustle. The waterways were bathed in warm light, the reflections flickering across the rippling water. Lucanis sat across from her, the gondolier tactfully silent as he steered them into the more secluded routes.

Rook ran her hand along the boat’s edge, her fingers trailing close to the water. She glanced at Lucanis, her expression a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"You don’t strike me as the sort of man to indulge in long boat rides, Lucanis. Should I be worried?"

"Worried? Only if you hate quiet evenings with good company."

Rook arched a brow, leaning back with her arms crossed. The subtle sway of the gondola made her movements relaxed, though her eyes remain sharp.

"So, what’s this about then? Plotting to take out a member of House de Riva to piss off Viago?" she smiled sweetly.

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have arranged this, too much effort," he smirked in reply. "No, I thought you might enjoy this…being with me, alone."

Rook blinked at his tone, her teasing faltering. She glanced around the canal, the peaceful glow of lanterns and the distant hum of the city creating a rare moment of calm. For once, she had no clever retort.

They approached a small alcove, tucked under a canopy of flowering vines. The gondolier halted the boat gently, giving them the illusion of being the only two people in the world.

Lucanis reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, carefully wrapped bundle, "I saw this in the market earlier. Thought of you."

Rook’s brows furrowed in confusion as she carefully unwrapped it. Nestled inside was a delicate pin in the shape of a curled-up cat, its silver surface catching the faint light. She took in it's beauty, her fingers brushing over the tiny, intricate details—right down to the little paws and the flick of the tail.

"You… noticed." she said with a soft smile, looking up to meet his gaze.

"I’ve seen the way you stop to pat every stray cat in Treviso. Or Minrathous. Or anywhere. Hard not to notice, seeing as though I'm the one waiting for you."

"It’s perfect. Thank you." Rook huffed a quiet laugh, her thumb still running over the pin.

Lucanis hesitated for a brief moment, as if weighing the pros and cons of what he was about to do, his expression unreadable. Then, with a fluid motion, he shifted forward, resting his arms on his knees and closing the gap between them. Rook's breath caught as he reached out, his hand brushing lightly against hers. The gondola swayed gently, and the faint sounds of water filled the silence between them. He leaned in, giving her time to pull away, but she didn’t. When his lips met hers, the kiss was soft, deliberate, and impossibly tender.

"Tell me to stop," he said softly, though his voice carried no intention of retreating, his hand at the back of her neck pulling her even closer into their new found intimacy. Rook hungrily returned his kiss, giving him all the permission he needed.

The world around them seemed to still, the quiet lapping of water fading beneath their heartbeats. When they finally parted, neither moved far, their foreheads resting against each other as their breath mingled in the warm night air.

"You’re dangerous, Rook, this could end badly" he warned, but there was no bite in his statement.

Rook tilted her head, "Didn’t you once tell me you always know what you’re doing?"

The warmth in her voice broke through his defenses, and Lucanis couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him, "So you were listening," he replied, voice laced with a dry humor, leaning back on his seat.

"Sometimes I do, especially when it's coming from a dashing rogue who has a penchant for coffee and many other desirable skill sets."

"Desirable skill sets? You haven't seen many of those….."

"Yet…" she cut him off with a smile.

Lucanis raised a single eyebrow at her teasing tone, "I'll keep that in mind and when another occasion arises for me to show off my "talents", I'll make sure were not on a boat, maybe somewhere more comfortable, private, to explore how capable I can be."

Rook looked down at the dark water, hoping the shadows would hide the flush on her cheeks. He had a way of saying absolutely nothing one moment to saying all the right things the next. It was perplexing, frustrating, and deliciously romantic, all wrapped up in one.

The gondolier, sensing the change in the atmosphere, resumed steering them slowly through the canal. Rook stared down at the pin in her hand, she glanced back up at Lucanis, who was watching her with a quiet intensity.

"You really are full of surprises," she said softly.

Lucanis’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles, one that seemed reserved only for her. "Not surprises. I'm just finally noticing what matters."

The gondola continued its quiet journey and two Crows from different Houses had made a contract of their own that evening—one forged not with coin and daggers, but in stolen kisses and unspoken promises.

[poobletoods]

definitely didn't forget to do this yesterday because i was playing house flipper

[ghostwise]

I'm not really sharing much of my criticism about datv, because it's a tired, tired topic. Why didn't they ___? Because they didn't want to. Why did they write ___? Because they felt like it.

Tired of dissecting the choices of white writers. They are not ignorant, they are aware of what they wrote. They didn't see the value in the questions we're asking so they didn't care to address them. That's all.

[fortheloveofvenice]

[hybbart]

Fish people turn into avians... what do british columbians emerge as from the carts? (Is cart right word for those things?)

Broke

[beepborpdoodledorp]

my pookie shmookies, my scrunkly bunklies, dare i say my blorbo morblos

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[yashley]

"She's so charmin', y'know! She's just so--"

[feroluce]

Hey do you guys think characters call each other Mourning Actors when they're being a buzzkill, since hsr can't have Catholics? "Alright, we get it, you're a Mourning Actor" kdkzjskskek