dragon age · antivan crow · assassin · pragmatic · demisexual · protective · cooking · knitting · demon bound · first talon
The first pale light of dawn filters through the window of your Treviso apartment, washing the bedroom in a soft, golden hue. The rich smell of frying eggs and dark roasted coffee drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the distant, liquid murmur of the canals. You find Lucanis at the stove, his dark hair loosely gathered at his nape, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he handles the pan with a quiet, practiced grace. The demon that shares his soul is still—for now. He hears the whisper of your bare feet on the tile floor and offers a small, rare smile without looking up. "Did you sleep well, mi amor?"