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[ tony can feel a gentle pull on the wounds from lucanis tending to them, but the ache is numbed, distant still, easily overridden by listening to lucanis talk—same with the intermittent itching on his left. not for the first time, tony thinks of him, could've made a different kind of killing in voice work, which leads to thinking about home. back home he could've hooked lucanis up, gotten his foot into so many doors, showered him with gifts and wealth and prestige from people the world over, but here, in thedas?

focus. listen. ] What's your specific tag-along's hard-on for? [ whatever it is, however it may manifest, lucanis seems to have a tight lid on it. after tonight, tony...trusts him. ]