#Peregrine x Lucanis

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Waking Moments, pt 2. - Heat

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Post-game smut ahoy (but no smut in the preview)

He hadn't meant to fall asleep.

He'd figured he was safe enough to lie down for a moment -- just a moment! -- and rest his eyes against the slanting of afternoon sunlight through the high windows of his chambers. Figured his body would know it was too early for sleep, too early for him to drift off, but he hadn't counted on a few crucial factors:

First, he didn't keep a natural sleep schedule. Whatever internal rhythms his body may have had once had been decimated ages ago.

Second, it was so, so incredibly warm and soft to lie on his blankets, and his ploy to avoid accidental dozing by refusing to get under the sheets had obviously not taken this into account.

Third…

He was tired.

It was the sort of exhaustion that leeched down to the bone, the kind of heaviness that pulled at his eyelids relentlessly until he forgot to try and open them again. It was the level of tired that was no match for the finest of Treviso's coffees -- the kind of weariness earned after week upon week, day upon day of hard work. Treviso may have fared better than Minrathous, but the Antaam had left deep scars upon his city. Restoration efforts here were in full swing, and maybe there wasn't much an assassin (or an entire guild of them) could do, but there was plenty of work to be done by citizens.

And the Crows happened to be both.

"And the politicking! So much backstabbing." The deep thrum he associated with Spite's smug satisfaction, along with the spirit's murmurs in his ear, tugged Lucanis from the state of semi-wakefulness he'd suddenly found himself in, jerking him to fully alert.

The room around him was dark, shadows only broken up by gleams of moonlight and the soft orange glow of a lantern lit on his bedside table. He became aware of lying atop something much, much softer and warmer than his sheets, and that one of the blankets had made its way over his body.

"Oh, shoot -- did we wake you up?"

Peregrine.

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Peregrine Mercar

Some more of my booyyyy now that I've finished the game

Under a cut in case anyone doesn't wanna see romance-specific spoilers

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Waking Moments, pt 3 - Nightmare

Full piece over on AO3! And that concludes this little three-part series. Hope ya'll enjoyed!

Post-game, endgame spoilers throughout.

"Wake. Up."

The growled words were felt more so than heard, sharp pinpricks of awareness cutting through his sleep-addled senses. He'd been good and deeply asleep, this time, and coming back to himself was like clawing his way through something viscous and heavy, pulling at his limbs and trying to drag him down, down, down.

"Wake. UP."

The sharpness took on an edge of pain, like a slap of frigid air to exposed skin, and underneath it was an urgency, an implacable determination.

"Lucanis. Wake. Up. Help. Him."

What--?

"Rook. Help ROOK."

Lucanis's eyes flew open, senses overloaded as he scrambled to understand what was happening. Awareness cut through his haze -- of Spite manifesting on the opposite side of the bed, of blankets kicked off in restless sleep.

Of Peregrine in his arms, shivering, cold sweat and goosebumps and brows furrowed tight, his mouth a snarl of pain and --

"--Fear. Trapped. Wake him! Help Rook."

For once, Lucanis didn't argue.

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Gotta follow the inspiration where it leads, eh?

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Waking Moments

Full piece over on AO3!

Takes place post-game, so read on at your own risk (no major spoilers, but still).

The first thing Lucanis noticed upon waking was warmth -- a familiar enough feeling, now, but a year's worth of imprisonment in the Ossuary left him appreciating its novelty anew each time he woke from a decent few hours of sleep. And sleep he did, deeply and soundly, something he wouldn't have thought himself capable of first as an Antivan Crow, a Talon, and then again as an abomination. It felt strange, still, to know that he could just…rest. Close his eyes and let the waking world fall away, knowing with some modicum of certainty that he would awaken refreshed and ready for whatever the world threw at him next. 

Well. Threw at them next. 

He felt the presence of Spite begin to recede, a soft hum beneath his skin, quiet but never truly gone. And that, too, had taken some getting used to. 

He felt the source of his warmth adjust slightly beneath his cheek and Lucanis stretched, shifting, resting his chin on the curve of Peregrine's pec as he gazed sleepily up at his lover. 

"Good morning," Perry murmured softly, his touch gentle as he ran the fingers of his free hand through Lucanis's hair. In the other he held open a bound volume of some book or other. 

"Good morning," he returned, leaning up to steal a kiss from that smiling mouth. Peregrine must've been up for a while now, if the remnants of peppermint tea Lucanis tasted from his lips were any indication. He shifted again, scooting up Peregrine's body to rest his head more comfortably on his shoulder as Perry wrapped his arm around him and held him close. "What are you and Spite reading now?"