#poor spite

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DA Kiss Week - Day 2

An excerpt from a Tevinter news sheet lays in the gutter of the street, it reads:

Rumoured sightings of the Demon of Vyrantium in Minrathous have increased ten fold in the past few weeks. Patrons of the Cobbled Swan, claim he’s meeting a blue eyed beauty over cups. Tails beware however! My sources have confirmed an unhappy demonic presence attached to him, so best keep your distance lest you join poor unfortunate Magister Maximus Aemilius who just this week was found at the bottom of a staircase with an antivan blade buried in his back…

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @epiphany-jones and @woodlandeelf @grad-writes @khayr tagged me in a WIP Tuesday, but I'm combining those tehehehe

This one is a little snippet for the next chapter of Househusband!

Spite had tolerated a great many things in this house. He had tolerated the Househusband who moved through the apartment with eerie quiet efficiency, who rose before dawn every morning and brewed bitter-smelling coffee like it was a ritual sacrifice to some unseen god of productivity. He had tolerated the Workaholic who left books everywhere and smelled like paper, ink, and whatever floral soap she insisted on buying in alarming quantities. He had even tolerated the endless domestic routines that came with living inside a small home: the washing machine roaring like a wounded beast, the vacuum cleaner that screamed across the floors like a demon from the Fade, the strange ritual of yoga in the living room where the Househusband folded himself into impossible shapes while the Workaholic laughed and pretended she could do the same. All of that had been survivable. The baby, however, was another matter entirely. The baby had hands. Small, relentless, sticky hands that appeared without warning and grabbed. Grabbed the tail. Grabbed the whiskers. Grabbed the ears with the confidence of a creature that had never once been clawed for its crimes. The baby did not understand boundaries. The baby did not respect personal sovereignty. The baby believed that Spite existed exclusively for the purpose of being petted, squeezed, and occasionally drooled on.

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Spite being torn from the fade before he was implanted into Lucanis from Chapter 4 of As The Crow Fly's