WIP Wednesday ✨
Thank you @seaglassmelody and @jenn2d2 the tags! Still very much in the trenches with Rookanis week stuff, but how about a peek at the post game breakdown piece which is also slowly progressing 😅
Stepping foot in the Necropolis was always unsettling.
First there was the constant teeth grinding hum of magic. Lucanis was no mage, but his ability to sense its presence had been both a blessing and a curse over the years. Useful, when hunting down Venatori. Annoying, when exposure resulted in itchy eyes and an indistinct drone that assaulted the ears with its refusal to be ignored.
Second, Spite was prone to unusually extreme reactions when he was here. Bitingly joyful when he encountered a spirit he got on well with, unusually annoying when he encountered someone he didn’t like.
And today, he was already annoyed. Where is Rook? Should be here. Should meet us here! He groused.
Lucanis mentally pushed back at the demon, nodding to the Skeletal guards watching the Eluvian. He was glad to see his conversation with Myrna about security had been acted upon. We don’t know for sure if she is even here. And if she is, she is not expecting us.
Should. Expect us. Always. Spite projected himself stalking next to Lucanis, his glowing eyes sweeping the green lit walkway. Where she goes. We follow.
That was the heart of it, wasn’t it? Everything felt off when she wasn't around. A necessity, as they and the rest of their companions saw to the pieces of the lives they had left behind in the fight against the blighted gods, but one he was ready to put behind them. After Rook had unexpectedly left Treviso yesterday, he and Spite had spent a fitful night debriefing on a contract and dealing with the newest intelligence concerning Antaam movements in Antiva, all the while growing more concerned when Rook did not return. By morning, he and Spite had both been far too agitated to think about sleeping. He could still taste the hastily made coffee on his tongue, falling back on old habits to keep himself awake as they made for the Eluvian. Rook hadn’t returned and they would not be able to rest until they knew why.
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