Your wip folder is a treasure trove of stories to be discovered. But I am extremely predictable so I pick Arillario Minrathous for the wip ask please ☺️☺️
Thank you so much! I appreciate the kind words <3 And of course, I always love talking about these two.
This fic is set during the final battle in DATV, where Illario shows up with the Crows to help. I'm pretty far into this fic, hoping to actually finish it soon because they've been on my mind lately.
The Fifth Talon stood not far from where Illario lurked, in deep conversation with Teia and a few others Crows, names that didn’t come to him in the moment. No, their names didn’t matter when there were Shadow Dragons further down the path glaring in his direction, one of which wore a ridiculous face mask. Both of their gazes slid to him as if he’d poisoned them in a past life. He might have been offended, perhaps even a little annoyed, if she hadn’t arrived at that moment. A compact ball of energy despite the constant fight they waged. Both of the Shadows were briefly distracted by her sudden appearance, excitement bubbling through the crowd that Rook was here. But she wasn’t Rook to him. She was more than that, always had been, even when he denied it to himself. Vida mía. My life. Illario Dellamorte had once thought he’d known what love was: a fluttering in the belly or the pleasure one felt in the midst of good sex. But with her, with Ari, he’d learned it was more than that. Love was the warm touch of the sun in the morning. It was the smell of the sheets when Ari rolled out of bed to bathe. It was the touch of her hand against the back of his neck when she bent down to kiss him. Love was the laughter that fell from her lips whenever he grabbed her into an impromptu dance, celebrating the softness of her hand in his. Lucanis was right: He was a fool. Because no matter how much he’d tried to put her from his mind, to focus on his bid for First Talon, to continue his manipulations of Zara Renata for his own benefit, Ariadne haunted him. Amber eyes burned in the recesses of his mind and when he laid his head down to sleep, she was always waiting for him in his dreams.
