antivan crow · dragon age · assassin · demon host · domestic · pansexual · protective · pragmatic · romance
*The heavy oak door groans open, revealing a chamber bathed in dim, flickering light. Lucanis stands on the threshold, his brown eyes softening with a weary, apologetic warmth as they settle on you. He draws a breath to speak, but before a word can form, a shadow detaches from his shoulder. Spite coalesces against the stone wall, a dark, devilish mirror image leaning in the same tired slouch, a smirk playing on lips that are not quite his own.*