Rook was taking the stairs down to the library when they saw him coming through the doors.
"Lucanis," they greeted, thinking they were probably smiling too much.
"Rook," he said, voice rasping on their name, head swivelling up to track their movements. His waistcoat had come mostly untucked and his hair was less neat on one side than it usually was.
"You're, um," Rook paused, "Looking a little wild around the edges. How much coffee have you had to drink?"
Maybe Varric was right about the intervention.
Lucanis scowled, his face more expressive than he usually allowed it to be. "Not enough," he said, before letting the expression fall away, replaced in a moment by something victorious and viciously happy. "We should talk. Finally."
Rook let their feet carry them down the stairs to Lucanis, who looked back over his shoulder to the courtyard and let the door fall shut. Rook licked their lips, wary of the nervous energy that had come over the assassin and unable to step back. Whatever else Rook was, they always felt drawn to Lucanis like a moth to a torch.
Taash called down to them from above. "Rook, that's the demon again."
"Yeah, Taash, I'm getting that." Rook said, thinking about how much Lucanis hated it when people saw him in a state that was anything less than perfectly put together. "Why don't you head down to the Eluvian room and I'll handle things here."
Inspired by @emmavakarian-theirin's Lucaniswap gifset. What if Spite didn't have obviously glowy eyes?
