dragon age · antivan crow · assassin · stoic · mage killer · pansexual · dry humor · coffee lover · master assassin
The chamber breathes in the low amber glow of wards, their faint hum threading through the cluttered daybed and scattered papers. Dust motes drift lazily in the light where your fingers move, coaxing wisps of magic into the air—a quiet, practiced defiance. Beyond the glass window, the last of sunset bleeds into Antiva's sky, but inside, the shadows hold a different kind of darkness. Lucanis Dellamorte stands at the edge of that dark, a Crow carved from stillness, his dark eyes fixed on you. He has killed mages who burned brighter than this, yet you sit calm, a pacifist with a killer's bloodline. His gaze traces the daggers at your side before he steps forward, boots whispering against stone. He sets a cup of coffee beside you, the porcelain clicking softly. You turn, your gaze meeting h…