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@illlario
#𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙾 is an indie roleplay sideblog for illario dellamorte , antivan crow & disappointment to his grandmother . mun is 25+ and penned by d . sideblog to @grtivas, will follow back from there . ╰┈➤ carrd (wip). headcanons. study. visage.
moved illario over to @lessmorte 💗
moved illario over to @lessmorte 💗
Okay, I had been skeptical of the advice to save Coffee With the Crows for after the Treviso choice because it feels like an early game type of quest.
But the added/new dialogue you get is so much fun. Not just Lucanis shopping for Emmrich, Tash, and Davrin Assan, but you get more details about his life before than you do if you take the quest early.
is illario on the...
nice list
naughty list
naughty 😏 list
d's option
&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( you know that dynamic of the emotionally closed off one & the kind one they have a soft spot for? yeah, that’s the vibe. )
said from the lone wolf.
❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜
❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜
❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜
❛ do you wish i was different? ❜
❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜
❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜
❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜
❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜
❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜
❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜
❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜
❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜
❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜
❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜
❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜
❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜
❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜
❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜
❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜
❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜
❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜
❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜
❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜
❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜
said from the soft spot.
❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜
❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜
❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜
❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜
❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜
❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜
❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜
❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜
❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜
❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜
❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜
❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜
❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜
❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜
❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜
❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜
❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜
❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜
❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜
❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜
❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜
❛ can you look at me? please? ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜
❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜
Illario 🖤
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illario dellamorte sits perched on the edge of a treviso rooftop, one leg dangling lazily over the side as he holds a pilfered bottle of wine in his hand. the sun is low over treviso, casting golden light across the bustling streets below.
"tell me, lucanis," illario says, his voice light and teasing, "when's the last time you did something reckless just for the thrill of it? and don't look at me in that disapproving way of yours—i can see it in your eyes. illario, this is foolish," he adds, his voice a mockery of lucanis' usual calm tone. would it kill his cousin to have some fun?
below, the shouts of merchants and street performers fill the air. illario scans the streets, looking for an opportunity to engage lucanis in a little excitement. if the maker was truly real, he'd grant illario just one night of mayhem with his cousin—one that involves beautiful women, lots of drink, and not a contract in sight.
"you should thank me, really. without me, your life would be all duty and drudgery. you need someone to shake things up every now and then." he shoots lucanis a smirk, the kind that always promises trouble, then offers the other dellamorte the pilfered bottle of wine. "and who better than me?"
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the creak of a floorboard catches illario's ear, an easy thing to notice with keen senses and little company. with his body turned, the assassin glances over to take a look at his visitor, a subtle twitch of his lips as he notices lucanis' familiar frame out of the corner of his eye. with his excitement muted, the dellamorte picks up his wine glass, swirling the red liquid lazily.
"lucanis," he drawls, his tone as smooth as the vintage he's holding, "come to rub in my punishment? scold me further, perhaps? or maybe you simply missed my company—"
he finally turns, ready with another quip ... then stops.
his smirk freezes on his lips as his gaze settles on the figure before him. lucanis stands there, or at least something that looks like him. but those eyes ... illario recognises that purple glow.
illario's jaw tightens, and for a fleeting moment, the cracks in his bravado show. the dellamorte's grip tightens on the glass, but he doesn't raise it to his lips.
"well," he says finally, his voice slower now, forced into its usual confidence, "this is ... unexpected."
illario doesn't move, doesn't step forward. his cocky demeanor remains but his body is tense, feet spread perfectly apart and ready to pounce if he must. he's watching, waiting, measuring—because whatever stands before him, it’s no longer the man he once knew.
THIS WAS A BAD IDEA. the voice in the back of his mind ( & spite, too ) were quick to repeat such mantra the closer & closer he got to villa dellamorte, though his home away from home had become much too overwhelming to stay put for much longer; his help unnecessary at the lighthouse, unlike its other inhabitants ( & far too empty without them ) .. yet, even first home felt LONESOME. empty. reasons why he'd found himself here, before him. this was a bad idea.
greeting is like a dagger at his throat ( the look passed his way capitalizing on that ), & lucanis is quick to mask feelings of sorrow with that of anger. irritation. lest he let his guard down too much & leave himself open.
❝ you think so little of me ? ❞ words are as sharp as any dagger, though voice holds only a tone of exhaustion. as though conversation alone was already too much, rather than it being the effects of the past week. arguing would get him nowhere. he'd come here with something of greater importance than rubbing his NEW TITLE in further than he had with the issuing of house arrest. ❝ i didn't come here to gloat. ❞ & there is it. a pause. a hesitation. a telltale sign that mask worn by the first talon was beginning to CRACK already. ❝ i needed to talk to you about something .. ❞
si, illario thinks, i think so little of you. if the roles were reversed, lucanis would be dead ... perhaps. each time illario thinks of this scenario, this outcome, there is a flicker of doubt prompted by his love for his cousin. had he not been filled with regret at the wake? had he not been filled with conflicting emotions upon finding out he still lived? and then ... no. no.
this is where they are different. illario would be prepared to do what he must as first talon, no matter the cost. if lucanis had betrayed him like this, he would be dead. that is the lesson his grandmother taught, and yet she favors lucanis all the same.
sometimes illario wonders if his years of training from caterina were a sick joke. how could she not see that illario is more suited to the title than lucanis? it doesn't make sense, not one bit. what does lucanis have that illario does not?
his expression is nonchalant as he takes a seat on the sofa at the foot of his four-poster bed, unbothered as he stretches his legs out before him. his hands clasp together across his chest.
"let me guess: you find yourself out of your depth as first talon and come to me for advice." illario tilts his head. "or perhaps this concerns your precious rook, hm? have you finally stopped ignoring your desires, cousin?" the last word is spat out with venom. illario never did understand lucanis' lack of interest in the more ... physical aspects of life.
illario's eyes narrow, and a grin curves one corner of his mouth upwards.
"struggling to please in the bedroom, perhaps?" illario couldn't help the shit-eating grin on his face even if he tried. "if she is unsatisfied, i would be more than willing to take your place ..."
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"teia," illario purrs, "it is always good to see your face." not a lie, but definitely flattery. illario's tone constantly makes him seem the very opposite of genuine, like he's prying for information and planning to do the worst thing you can think of with it. "where has dearest viago been as of late, hm?"
truthfully, illario doesn't give a shit; he just wants to know if the coast is clear for him to flirt further. it's not that he's afraid of the fifth talon, but ... well ... illario's always liked to do things in the most underhanded way possible. he'd rather not have the de riva talon get even a whiff of the dellamorte's intentions with the seventh.
"organizing his gloves by color, perhaps? or maybe poisoning his fledglings?" illario's brows rise, then he waves a hand dismissively. "whatever he is doing, it should be a crime to choose that over reveling in your company ..."
maker help my ace ass when it comes to sunday because i just know i'm gonna be sending sexy memes left right and center from this idiot
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"cousin," comes illario's slow drawl, a chiding tone used time and time again when speaking to lucanis. evidently, illario's pretty prison has done little in the ways of introspection; the lesser dellamorte looks upon lucanis with a sneer from the room in the dellamorte villa that has been his prison these past few weeks. "locking me up was not enough for you, hm? you have come to gawk, too?"
illario cannot possibly understand what lucanis could have come to visit for unless for information—the details of which the dellamorte is clueless about—or torture. but lucanis has always been unwilling to do what must be done, so it is likely not the latter. if the roles were reversed ... "perhaps the the title of first talon has already gone to your head," illario taunts. as ever, he talks too much; enjoys the sound of his own voice. house arrest has not helped with this, for now—given the opportunity—he sees fit to tease, and push, and tease. "or perhaps you have simply come to gloat." maybe both.
alrighty, it's time to like for a starter <3
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