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⠀ s͟h̶a̶d̶o̶w̶. 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠. 𝐥͟ira mercar. 𝜗𝜚. ⠀

“ ugh . it should be illegal for it to be this cold . ” they’re wrapping themselves up tightly in a blanket .

sitting up in bed . shivers . “ why do i feel so COLD today . . . ”

grimace tugs at visage, lips peeled back to bare gritted teeth. she can only imagine the visceral reaction he would have had at ingesting the acid she calls coffee. ‘ you have my sincerest sympathies that your taste buds ever had to experience that. ’

That….. warms him. Lucanis takes a deep breath. “I do not know what my purpose is. Am I a weapon? An abomination?”

He isn’t. But he has his walls up. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

A sigh. “You are…. Kind, Rook. I am fine, just thinking.”

A soft blink before looking to them. “Do you… fear me?”

He’s playing with his knives….. eyes darkened….