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"I think he's lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realises." - The Royal Tenenbaums

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Every time I remember the desperation in those “Rook I can’t” and “Get Illario out” line reads I genuinely start feeling NAUSEOUS

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A little something I posted on BSky in regards to Lucanis X Rook & Lucanis X Neve.

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"Won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?" - Gigi Perez

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"If we split from the team. Would you wanna follow me? Or I could follow you, come on let's do our own thing. I sound like such a flirt ,but usually this works. Something about you just leaves me all fidgety, speechless and wishing we were something a little bit more than the friends that we are, but I'll take this if it means I get to be around you."

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Venti, Grande & Tall ☕

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"Friendship isn't a big thing - It's a million little things." - Paulo Coelho

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How else was I going to answer this over on BSky 🤣

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Male Rook. Qunari Rook (as this is inspired very much by Barnabas, my male Qunari). Generic Rook name. He/Him pronouns. Mention of joining the Northern Templars. Pre relationship moment.

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Pen to Paper - Lucanis X Rook

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Rook leaned back in his chair, the kitchen firelight flickering across the curves of his horns. The journal lay open on the table, its pages filled with messy scrawl. Lucanis sat across from him, his posture rigid, as if even now he was being watched. His eyes lingered on the journal, curiosity flickering in his gaze before he masked it.

"Why do you do that?" Lucanis asked, his voice low and measured.

Rook glanced up, surprised. "This?" He tapped the journal with his thumb. "It helps me clear my mind. Get my thoughts down. Moments."

"And you find it helps?"

"Absolutely." He set the quill aside, his expression softening. "I didn't always do it. I was an angry young man when I joined the Templars—not exactly a desirable trait. One of my teachers handed me a notebook and told me to write it down. It helped me."

"Angry?" Lucanis tilted his head, his tone neutral but his eyes sharp.

Rook chuckled, though there was little humor in it. "It's not easy growing up looking like this in a city that doesn't look like this."

Lucanis nodded slowly, as if filing the information away. "I see. I wasn't allowed to be angry when I was young."

"Wasn't allowed?" The Qunari straightened, his brow furrowing. "What do you mean, wasn't allowed?"

"Caterina had a firm idea of how Illario and I had to conduct ourselves," Lucanis replied, his voice steady, as if reciting a fact. "Emotions were... inefficient. They got in the way of the training."

"That's fucked up, Lucanis."

"Is it?" Lucanis asked, his tone genuinely curious. "It was necessary. We were tools, and tools don't feel."

Rook leaned forward, his voice dropping. "You're not a some sort of killing machine. You're a person. And yeah, it's fucked up. You realise that's not normal, right?"

Lucanis hesitated, his gaze shifting to the fire. The flames reflected in his eyes, casting them in a warm, flickering light. "I've never really thought about it," he admitted quietly. "It was just... the way things were."

For a moment, the only sound was the crackling of the fire. Rook studied him, his expression a mix of frustration and something softer—something like pity, but not quite. He reached for his journal, flipping to a blank page, and slid it across the table.

"Here," he said. "Try it. Write something down. Even if it's just one word." He held out his quill for Lucanis.

Lucanis looked at the journal, then at Rook. For a moment, it seemed like he might refuse. But then, slowly, he reached out, taking the pen that was offered.

"We should get you a logbook—something of your own. Next time we're in Treviso, I'll treat you to one." Rook smiled warmly as he watched the Crow.

Lucanis paused, his quill hovering above the page for the briefest moment, as if considering the offer. But then, without a word, he returned to writing, his movements swift and deliberate as his pen met the paper.

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🐦‍⬛Lucanis: I can't feel half of my face. 🐂Barnabas: Shit, the kiss (points at vitaar on his face). 🐦‍⬛Lucanis: Mierda....you poisoned me?! 😣🤢 🐂Barnabas: I'm so sorry...I didn't think.... 🐦‍⬛Lucanis: I can't....tal....urgghhh. 🐂Barnabas: Lucanis?! 🐦‍⬛Lucanis: (drooling out the side of his mouth).

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"You speak to me as if you're afraid we'll fall in love." - High Poets Society

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🐲 Barnabas Mercar 🐲

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This is an excellent watch. Just because you don't like the game, you don't get to be an arse.

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"You are a minute of quiet in a loud shouting world." - Gabriel Gadfly

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"The stones were angry. I didn’t think stones got angry." - Cole

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"Virago" :(n.) a strong, brave or warlike woman: a woman who demonstrates exemplary and heroic qualities 🐦‍⬛