#not saying they're made for each other buttttt 👀👀👀

[vaguely-concerned]

so. lucanis' trinkets are whetstones. davrin's trinkets are whittling knives, the item descriptions of which note the need to be sharpened frequently. coincidence??? oh-ho-ho. some people might indeed think that, but I'm not so sure.

(I am imagining a very charming scenario post-burying the hatchet after Weisshaupt where davrin is like '*looks down at figure he's carving while rook is busy talking to someone annoying and important or whatever, looks at too-dull whittling knife, looks at lucanis sitting next to him, swallows pride, sighs* ...lucanis can I borrow your whetstone for a moment 🥺👉👈 I forgot mine at home'. and I think lucanis has enough little shit energy left in that relationship to maybe ask to hear the magic word, warden, and then let's see, but that's only to get to hear davrin say 'lmao go fuck yourself lucanis' with beginning real affection. and then he's like 'of course you can. if we can get spite to stop playing with it for five minutes, at least'. and rook returns to a scene of unexpected peace and co-operation and spirited and exhaustingly in-depth conversations about the best knife sharpening techniques. assan has been eating sawdust while no one was paying attention and is going to throw up within the hour but no one has been stabbed or even threatened with it and we must take our wins where we can find them in this messed up twice-blighted world)