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DATV — Woes & Regrets (Part 1)
I wrote my first long fic (26kwords) about Alba de Riva in A Cage For Gods, adding his background to what shaped his prison, what the companions tried to do while he was away, and expending the romance scene.
◈You can read it on Ao3 (I'll add the link in a bit, still in formating hell)
◈ It's also available on Notion! (With more Alba lore)
Keep in mind I'm very new to writing (please, leave comments/critiques, I would like to improve!) As I'm an artist first, of course I made a shit ton of spot illustrations for it. (69 to be precise.) It looks like a storyboard now🙈
(As we can only post 30 pictures per post, I'll make three of them!)
Part 1 (You're here) | Part 2 (Coming Soon) | Part 3 (Coming Soon)
Part 1 (You're here) | Part 2 (Coming Soon) | Part 3 (Coming Soon)
When the gods are dead (and after a much-deserved wyvern-spotting vacation), Lucanis and his beloved Rook de Riva return to Treviso, where he takes up his duties as First Talon (or the ones that Caterina delegates to him at least). Viago insists that he undergo the same poison microdosing regimen that he and Rook have completed.
One poison is particularly brutal, and after throwing up for eight hours straight while racked with muscle cramps, Lucanis weakly jokes from a cot in Viago’s lab that he might actually prefer to die at that point.
And Viago, half-prepared next dose in hand, turns from his workbench and pierces him with those sharp blue eyes.
“If you leave Rook to mourn you, I will burn this whole fucking city to the ground and rule the Crows from Salle.”
He turns back to his mixing as Lucanis and Spite just stare at him with mouths slightly open.
Then Spite leans over and whispers, “I think. I know. What ‘sexy’ is. Now.”
cradling my little headcanon that post-game lucanis learns how to draw specifically to be able to do little studies of wyverns out in the field sooo closely to my tender breast. please imagine him crouched behind a rock resting his notebook on his knee fully absorbed in capturing the details of a wyvern's crest with me
actually lucanis' sketch book being like... wyvern studies interspersed with pages full of tender little sketches of rook (and the others, of course! but. mostly rook, in every light and setting and state of dress. let's be honest), grocery lists, new recipe ideas he stumbles across while out and about, spite's uncannily geometrically perfect yet entirely abstruse even to emmrich's best efforts at interpretation fade diagrams ('how on EARTH do you draw such straight lines freehand spite. I know you're using my hand to do it but I sure as hell can't do that' '*unconcerned 'what, like it's hard' spite shrug*'), notes for upcoming murders jobs, doodling small details he wants to share with other people (sometimes viago especially sends him on little missions (yes lucanis is first talon. no this has not changed anything in this dynamic obviously) and lucanis is just like 'idk if it's the original frame viago. how could I possibly know that. if it helps it looked like this???', plants for emmrich, notable graves and memorials sometimes for rye b/c bae is weird and goth and you wouldn't want him any other way etc., tl;dr the sense of a man who in a modern au would have the good sense to be the team photographer b/c it got him out of posing awkwardly for pictures), stuff to try to make sense of his very strange spite-influenced dreams when words predictably fail........... 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i would like. to see it......
Sleepy time (i like to hc Lucanis being able to sleep without Spite bothering when Rook is with him)
ghost-of-a-dream-girl
