When the tease came from their lips, Lucanis gave a chuckle, the brush of his beard against that palm.
"Hm, perhaps if it were you asking I might give it a try. After all, can't be much harder than trying to stab a cloud with a dagger." He answered, leaning back as Harlow did.-
ㅤ⠀Forehead to forehead - their eyes shut for a moment, painfully aware of the ache in their chest. Splitting apart, it felt as if they were unraveling at the seams. Lucanis was here, though - a rock, something to *ground them in the moment.
ㅤ⠀❝Thank you,❞ Harlow
It was a good thing they were so calm, even if internally there could be a bit of a spiral. Because, had they fallen apart, Lucanis might have went for blood that very moment.
The warm press of Harlow's palm, the brush of their lips against his cheek.
His heart beat in-
ㅤ⠀Legs idly kick at first; they could hear *his voice so clearly. "This is how things work, Harlow. You can't be messy, Harlow." He'd chastised. Their hands still as they seem to lose themself for just a moment in the memory -
ㅤ⠀Brought back by hands settling on either side,
Such a way Spite took one look and groaned with annoyance.
"Calm? Me? That I can do..." Lucanis answered softly, smiling as he leaned in to place his forehead to theirs.
"Asking Spite to calm is like asking for the moon." The tension in his own shoulders eased.
"You just-
way I will allow him to unravel any of it.
He is corrupt, even in those who are against the corrupt, it does happen in all groups. It is not unheard of a Crow going rogue.." He reasoned.
"But like the blight we'll find a way to get rid of it. We always do, no?"
A catch?
If they were having a lighter conversation that didn't include a threat on paper lying on the table, he might have argued against that point.
As Harlow explained, each thing only seemed to irk the Crow and demon alike. Spite was pacing- prowling like an agitated-
ㅤ⠀❝You've no idea just how much of a catch you are. Okay!❞ Harlow claps their hands together, if only to hide the way they *shake.
ㅤ⠀They shift, hoisting themself up to sit on the table itself rather than a chair. They study the portrait for a moment - the hair was too -
by the hands of a man who should have been protecting them. Loving them.
"We will handle this together." His tone was firm, no room for an argument.
"He may believe you are a loose thread he can snip, but you've woven yourself so neatly into other threads, there is no-
There is a playful smirk though he leans to look at the paper, looking over it's information.
"I don't know what you mean." He insisted, but frowned upon seeing the price. A pause as he tilts his head, Spite's hissing in his ear.
Both were displeased by the site of the paper-
ㅤ⠀I *know that's what you do, we did the same thing, mon ami.
ㅤ⠀You - stop being so damned charming. I'm being *serious here -
ㅤ⠀[ They slide over the bounty poster. Wanted: Harlow Sejr, DEAD. Five thousand gold. ]
ㅤ⠀This is a punishment by him, for me.
You want someone gone, don't you? I am a Crow. Making people go away is what I do.
And I do not see why you could not come. You've kept up with me so far~?
ㅤ⠀O-Kay.
ㅤ⠀[ S l o w l y setting down the letter they had been sent. Their features pale *drastically. ]
ㅤ⠀I cannot return to Minrathous unless my father is either dead, or something drastic happens that causes him and the Shadow Dragons to no longer have interest in me.
being pulled away and, in this instance, instead being dropped to the floor.
A snort left the Antivan Crow.
"That is easily cleaned up, which I will take care of since you were nice enough to save me from being a sopping mess all the way back to my room." He reasoned.
"Two is your max? Or three, if you consider Solas' mood?" He questioned, feeling the water drawn out from his clothes and hair alike.
Which, one would think would feel better, and it was, but it was also a strange experience all the same. To be soaked and then to feel the water-
ㅤ⠀❝Listen, I can only piss off so many at one time.❞
ㅤ⠀A snicker escapes as they shake their head, entirely far too amused at the situation as a whole. Its nice to not be the one soaking wet for once.
Fucking Hossberg.
ㅤ⠀❝Glad to know I'm marked *safe from the -
Even with his mood mildly sour, Harlow is able to make him smile quite easily.
"No? Here I thought you were the only one capable of pissing off powerful beings." He teased back, but seeing those fingers waggle with the offering of magic, he gave a soft laugh.
"I would not mind-
ㅤ⠀❝Ah, someone really decided to piss off the Maker. Wasn't me this time!❞ They tease lightly, walking slowly alongside Lucanis. A glance back at the water draws a grimace to their features; a flick of the wrist, they watch the water slowly evaporate.
ㅤ⠀Perks of -