Cold nights in Treviso were never a problem for Lucanis. He’d spent most of his youth on the move, never staying in one spot for too long unless Caterina willed it of him. He’s adapted to the fast pace lifestyle since it’s all he’s ever known.

Since his liberation from that damned Venatori prison, it’s been constant moving. He got to visit Treviso a little, but after hearing news of his grandmother Caterina, he’s been reluctant to spend time doing anything other than fighting and being locked away to think.

Between what’s happening at home, the fate of the world lying in wait, his grandmother’s death and Spite constantly bickering in his ear, Lucanis is exhausted.

He’s pushed his newfound allies aside more than once, but he can’t seem to shake you.

You and your constant check ins, stopping by to share a cup of coffee in complete silence. It’s something that, at first, he found to be peeving. As he’s gotten to know you, just deeper than the mask that is ”Rook”, he’s grown more .. fond.

Yes, fond is the right word.

Your optimism that not dare be mistaken for foolishness. Your smile and the way your hair falls when you laugh at something he’s said, even if he didn’t intend for it to be funny. Your endless stories of your youth and the trouble you stirred up.

He doesn’t like the feeling it pulls in his chest.

He’s getting ready to settle in for another sleepless night, anything to keep Spite from gaining control of him. The door to the kitchen opens and there you are; comfortable clothes, hair disheveled and your coffee cup in hand.

Smells like wild berries and honey, Spite echoes in Lucanis’ mind.

ROOK!

“Rook,” Lucanis greets you in kind.