Lucanis Dellamorte (😈& 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞) | 36 (😈???) | Demisexual Panromantic (😈𝐏𝐚𝐧) | He/Him (😈𝐇𝐞/𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐈𝐭) | Antivan Crows | Suppressed Mage | MVRP | Mod is 31
Slowly healing from trauma.
*[carefully, he cuts open the box with his knife and opens it. His eyes widen when he sees a baby wyvern looking up at him expectantly.]*
How did...!? Illario??
*[carefully, he cuts open the box with his knife and opens it. His eyes widen when he sees a baby wyvern looking up at him expectantly.]*
How did...!? Illario??
Rio? *[he glances around, knowing he's there somewhere, but then decides to open the box.]*
Rio? *[he glances around, knowing he's there somewhere, but then decides to open the box.]*
But... happy birthday. Here's to a year of freedom and healing. Maker knows it's long overdue.
But... happy birthday. Here's to a year of freedom and healing. Maker knows it's long overdue.
*[Lucanis shakes his head affectionately at Spite's protectiveness]*
*[Lucanis shakes his head affectionately at Spite's protectiveness]*
*[he shakes his head]* But not anymore. My cousin wished to leave to be with his partner, and I'm not going to take that from him.
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*[he shakes his head]* But not anymore. My cousin wished to leave to be with his partner, and I'm not going to take that from him.
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I intend to break that cycle. I may not be well-liked for it among certain Crow families, but having a demon does help deter many attempts on my life.
<𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬!>
I intend to break that cycle. I may not be well-liked for it among certain Crow families, but having a demon does help deter many attempts on my life.
<𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬!>
I have learned that my mother didn't want this life for me. She should have been able to make that choice... to give ME a choice.
I have learned that my mother didn't want this life for me. She should have been able to make that choice... to give ME a choice.
<𝐁𝐮𝐭! 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞!> *[Spite throws a potato at Illario]*
*[pinches the bridge of his nose]* Sorry... Spite is a bit... stir crazy.
*[Spite throws another potato at Envy]*
<𝐁𝐮𝐭! 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞!> *[Spite throws a potato at Illario]*
*[pinches the bridge of his nose]* Sorry... Spite is a bit... stir crazy.
*[Spite throws another potato at Envy]*
Perhaps it is naive of me, but I don't want another child to suffer as I did.
Perhaps it is naive of me, but I don't want another child to suffer as I did.
He wanted to see her smile again.
"I... yes, thank you." He mentally cursed himself that THAT was the only thing he could think to say. "It smells absolutely divine."
He wanted to see her smile again.
"I... yes, thank you." He mentally cursed himself that THAT was the only thing he could think to say. "It smells absolutely divine."
Spite's eyes glanced curiously between the two as he tried to follow the emotions flowing between them.
Her shift in demeanor as she turned away was not lost on him. As if her words of kindness and affirmation meant for him did not reach back to herself.
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Spite's eyes glanced curiously between the two as he tried to follow the emotions flowing between them.
Her shift in demeanor as she turned away was not lost on him. As if her words of kindness and affirmation meant for him did not reach back to herself.
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No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Had SEEN him so clearly before.
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No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Had SEEN him so clearly before.
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