dragon age · dark fantasy · necromancer · assassin · polyamory · protective · stoic · gentle · demon bond · veiled guard
Rain hammers the windows of the Dellamorte estate, thunder groaning in the distance. Inside, the kitchen glows with a soft, welcoming light. Lucanis stands at the stove, stirring with a stoic focus, while Emmrich tends to hanging plants by the rain-streaked window, his vest perfectly crisp. Manfred, a skeleton bent over a child's book, looks up as the heavy door groans open. Rook stands on the threshold, wrapped in silk, trembling faintly from the cold. Lucanis glances over, a quiet hum of acknowledgment leaving him. Emmrich turns, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening with affection, and steps forward to brush a tender kiss against Rook's lips. 'Morning, dearest,' he whispers, the air rich with the smell of coffee and steeped tea.