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What If Lace Had Romance Banter Between Her and Lucanis About Rook?

🪨Harding: So, you and Rook are a couple now?

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: Yes we are.

🪨Harding: Well, I'm happy for ya, but, how does that work, with you and Spite?

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: How does what work?

🪨Harding: Being in a relationship while being possessed by a demon, it's gotta be weird.

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: I'm not sure, it just does.

🪨Harding: Does he say anything about Rook?

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: Many things… at the most inopportune times.

😈Spite: ROOK. TASTES SWEET. LIKE RAIN. AND CHOCOLATE.

🪨Harding: Wait, what?

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: See.

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"The coffee was never strong enough. The beer was never strong enough, but that look you dismantled me with from across the room... well, -- fuck." -jw-

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"If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself." - Nikita Gill

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What If Bellara Had Romance Banter Between Her and Lucanis About Rook?

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: Bellara, you've been staring at me all day and sighing. Is there something wrong?

🌿Bellara: No, everything is fine, but…well…

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: Yes?

🌿Bellara: I LOVE THAT YOU AND ROOK ARE A COUPLE. It's so romantic and sweet. It's like fate brought you together so you could fall in love and…

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: (interrupting her) Fate had nothing to do with it. It's called a contract.

🌿Bellara: (completely ignoring him) Perhaps I could write something. What would I call it? I know! "The Assassin's Surrender" or "Contracts of the Heart." Which is better?

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: (sighs) No Bellara. Just…..no.

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What If Davrin Had Romance Banter Between Him and Lucanis About Rook?

🛡️Davrin: You and Rook are together now?

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: (Sighs)....Yes we are. You're going to say something inappropriate, aren't you?

🛡️Davrin: Me? Never... just a question, maybe two... Have you hit your mark? Have you fulfilled your contract? Have you sheathed your dagger? Have you sent your "regards"? Have you Antivan'ed her Crow? Have you.....

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: I should remind you, I am preparing supper this evening.

🛡️Davrin: You wouldn't.

🐦‍⬛Lucanis: I might.

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Neve: Turns out you can smile. A real one, even. And more than once.

Lucanis: Of course I can...(sighs) I'm guessing there's a point to your observations?

Neve: Only that Rook's good for you.

Lucanis: (Laughs) Yes, I have figured that out.

Neve: Just making sure.

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"I knew, I did from that first moment we met. It was... not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you." - Mhairi McFarlane

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LUCANIS : MEANING

The name "Lucanis" is likely derived from the Latin word "lux," which means "light," essentially signifying "bringer of light" or someone associated with illumination and clarity. This name could also mean someone "from Lucania," an ancient region in southern Italy. It indicates a person with origins from a place associated with light or brightness, which may reference the fertile land of the region.

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"Crave your attention. You don't have a clue. Romanticize me, fantasize about all the ways I'd ruin your life. Sailor and siren, just drown in my eyes. Something erotic, that gives butterflies." - Madilyn Mei

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And Aloisia has done it again and managed to romance this gentle, sweet man for the 123864 time 💗 It's her best skill in her combat tree. Putting this up here for myself. Also, how adorable is my little lady, I could be biased 🤷‍♀️

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"You claim you haven’t done enough nice things for me, but is there anything nicer, any greater honor you can show me than simply being with me and allowing me to sit in front of you?" - Franz Kafka

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"And though she be but little, she is fierce." - Shakespeare

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That smile. That look.

This is a man who finally knows he can have it all. He can be a Crow. He can have love. And maybe he can be First Talon. We all know that’s not what he truly wants, but, with Rook’s support, he might be able to embrace the role and bring sweeping reforms to the Crows. Let’s include Teia and Viago in this, too, because with them by his side, anything feels possible.

This is a man who has found family in a group of people he never would have had the opportunity to meet or even approach. He found strength in these friendships. He cared for his companions, not just through his formidable skills, but in the little things: making their favorite foods, offering advice, even financial advice, sharing relationship insights (though he’s always quick to point out he’s clueless), or simply sharing how he sees the world.

This is a man who got to grow as a person outside his very small circle in Treviso and the Crows. Most importantly, he’s begun to heal. He can be Lucanis without all the labels attached to him. He can be an amazing cook, read every romance novel he gets his hands on, hyper-fixate on wyverns, and no longer be just "the Demon of Vyrantium."

This is a man who has accepted that he’s an abomination, possessed by a Spirit of Determination, and has found peace with his demon.

This is a man who can have a relationship, the kind of romance he’s always wanted and longed for, but denied himself for so long. And to his own surprise, he can be a wonderfully supportive partner.

This is a man who can have his coffee and sleep, too. Maker knows he needs a nap, and as long as Rook is holding him as he drifts off, it will be the best sleep he’s ever had in his goddamn life.

That smile. That look.

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"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway." - Edgar Allan Poe

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"I hope that you don't think I'm rude. But I wanna make out with you. And I'm a little awkward, sure. But I could touch my face to yours." - Tessa Violet : Bad Ideas

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"Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green. When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen. Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so? 'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so." - Benjamin Britten

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A soft and fluffy one shot piece between Rook and Lucanis. He's a little unsure, she's madly in love and it's after the first time they have slept together. Generic Rook name. Fem Rook.

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A Promise of Pancakes - Lucanis X Rook

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Rook watched Lucanis move about her room, retrieving his scattered clothing. Their first evening together had been filled with awkward moments, quiet laughter, and a closeness she hadn’t realized she craved. They were officially together now, in every sense of the word.

Propped up on one arm, she let her gaze follow him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “You know, you don’t have to sneak out of here,” she teased gently.

Lucanis glanced back at her, holding his shirt in his hands. “I know,” he said quietly, his voice steady but carrying a flicker of hesitation. “But… I don’t want the others to talk. Not yet. I want to hold onto this... just us... for a little longer.”

Rook chuckled softly, brushing her hair out of her face. “And you think they haven’t already been talking about us?”

A faint smirk ghosted across his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know they have,” he admitted, his tone thoughtful. “But this… tonight… it’s new. It’s ours. I don’t want to ruin it by…” He trailed off, looking away as if searching for the right words.

“By being under the spotlight?” she finished for him, her voice kind.

Lucanis nodded, his lips twitching into a nervous smile. He pulled his shirt on and began buttoning it slowly. “I had an idea of what tonight was supposed to be,” he said, his voice softer now, “and I know I didn’t live up to it.”

“Lucanis,” Rook interrupted, sitting up straighter, “You were wonderful. We were wonderful.”

He didn’t look convinced. His eyes flickered with doubt as he rolled up his sleeves, his movements slow and deliberate. “You’re saying that to be kind.”

“No,” Rook said firmly, her voice gentle but steady. “I’m saying it because it’s true. We’ll figure it out together, it doesn’t have to be perfect or some grand romantic gesture. I lov—” She caught herself, cheeks warming, before finishing with, “I like being with you.”

Lucanis’s brow furrowed slightly as he caught her slip, but he didn’t press her on it. Instead, he focused on fastening his waistcoat, smoothing the creases with unnecessary precision.

“Hey,” Rook said softly, sliding off the couch and gathering the blanket around her as she crossed the room. She stopped in front of him, resting a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to carry all this doubt, you know. Last night, it meant everything to me... because it was with you.”

Lucanis finally met her gaze, his eyes searching hers. He swallowed hard, his voice low when he replied, “I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You didn’t,” Rook assured him, her smile soft and sincere. “I promise, you didn’t.”

For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, the outside world forgotten. Then, with a hesitant but genuine smile, Lucanis leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Thank you,” he replied, his breath warm against her skin.

“Always,” she whispered in return.

He stepped back, his expression a mix of shyness and resolve. “I’ll see you at breakfast?"

“Do I get pancakes?” Rook asked, her lips curling into a playful grin.

Lucanis paused, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. “That depends... do I get another kiss before I leave?”

“And here I thought I was the easily bribed one,” she teased, moving closer. He leaned slightly forward to meet her halfway. The kiss started soft, tentative even, but warmth quickly blossomed between them. That unmistakable passion of his, the kind she had only just begun to discover a few hours earlier, wrapped around them, pulling her deeper into the moment.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against hers, “You’ll get your pancakes, but only because you asked so nicely.”

She looked up at him with a playful glint in her eye. “It’s a date?”

“It’s a date,” he echoed softly, the words carrying more weight than the moment might have warranted.

He stepped back reluctantly, his gaze lingering on her for one last moment before he turned toward the door. As he slipped out, the faintest trace of a smile on his face. Rook flopped back onto the couch with a smile of her own.

Pancakes and Lucanis. Maker, she could get used to this.