Send me a fictional character and I’ll rate them on a 1 to 10 scale based on how much I dislike them.
(Might even write a rant if I really dislike them)
altered realities ( accepting! ): the mirror in an airplane bathroom @caravaggiovagabond asked.
daniel had found a way to finally call armand after days. he had been walking the streets of rome, taking in the fountains of each piazza and wondering which god it was of. which angel would be among the blue waters littered with coins of hopeless wishers? it was bad luck to take a coin from those depths. it was in poor taste and a great insult, daniel knew that. even told himself so as he reached into the cold waters, getting half of his coat sleeve drenched, to pluck one out away from any eyes who would accuse him of such disdainful acts. “had to,” he murmured as if trying to convince himself while he hunched up his shoulders, pulled his coat tighter around his tall form, and walked away in shame. the coin heavy in his fist.
it was to a payphone next. he called armand, remembering the number from the way the buttons sounded in the receiver before the vampire’s smooth voice answered. armand knew it was him. he always somehow knew and daniel only had to say one word before a sleek, black car with a silent, stern-faced driver arrived to pick him up at the corner of the street. daniel slid into the back, feeling the warmth of the heater as he slouched forward against the window, watching the italian landscape fly past him all the way to the airport. an airport that held armand’s private jet. a private jet that held armand, who watched him with a look that daniel never knew if it was patience or pity. perhaps it was both at this point.
still, he was taken in by the other. climbing the steps on weak legs and sore feet. it was the small plane with its lower ceilings and plush leather chairs that spun to face whichever way the passenger wanted. the pilot wasted no time in getting the hulking thing off of the ground either once he was inside and the doors were sealed tight. armand placed a heavy toiletry bag in his hands and daniel made his way towards the bathroom where the doors slid open for him with just a press of a button. there was no way to bathe, but there was enough in the bag to make him feel more human with a toothbrush, razor, and a brush. it was a start and with the roar of the engines rumbling muffled inside the tiny room allowed his mind to be free from thoughts.
but daniel froze then, staring in the mirror and not seeing himself. but he saw someone... someone with messy, ashen hair that got into eyes that appeared violet in the dim light of the cramped room, and covered with thick, black glasses that took up a portion of the weathered face. faint stubble the same color as the hair dusted the cheeks, chin, and upper lip of this person. at one corner of the chapped mouth, pink lips twisted into a sneer before it dropped and his hands clutched the bag tight. this person was old. older than he wanted to see. old and tired, with eyes that looked more hollow and dull than a person should be. time around him seemed to slow the more he stared into those violet eyes, piercing him and knowing him more than he wanted them to. he felt small. his body too numb to proceed any deeper into the bathroom. he was aware of everything and nothing. like someone had slipped him a tiny, pink pill in his drink; soon he might drop.
but all things come to a snapping halt. a press of a hand to the middle of his back, daniel flinched before he blinked. glancing at armand and then back to the mirror, he realized that the person staring back at him was himself. the sneer was his own hatred for it. god... when did i get like this all of a sudden? slowly, he lowered himself and sat upon the lid of the toilet before holding up the bag towards armand knowing that the vampire liked to do such things. daniel just did not want to look at himself any more than he had to right now. distraction in the form of a beautiful, auburn-haired devil was enough, he supposed.
Send me a scene that happened in canon and I’ll write in detail how my muse felt in it!
@oldamicitia sent: *insert scene here* Clarus' death.
It was long after Clarus’ passing that Gladio learned what had happened. A story passed from person to person. Whether it was speculation, something changed from person to person or the truth, it didn’t make it any easier to hear.
He remembered the day he’d heard Insomnia fell. Reading the newspaper after hearing the radio reports. Calling his father. No answer. Calling Iris. No answer. Calling his father, calling his father, calling his father. Nothing, Nothing, nothing. Until finally he was able to get something from Iris. But, even she didn’t have the whole story being home and not at the Citadel during the attack.
The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, how his bones felt hollow and how he wanted to be sick. To cry but, held it all in. Shook it off and made a plan. Where they would go from there and how to prepare the incoming threat of the Empire.
The only time he allowed himself to cry was once. When he’d assured he was alone in the dead of the night weeks later.
Hearing the story that had passed on from one person to the other one lonely night from Libertus: A Glaive that had been in the City and survived. How Clarus Amicitia had fought tooth and nail to protect King Regis, ultimately ending in his death... Gladio felt both a swell of pride and an intense sorrow.
But, that’s what Shields were for. We don’t use a shield. We are the Shield.
And his father had done something that Gladio could only wish he could. Even if it meant their King only got a few more moments of life to accomplish one more thing. One last task to keep Lucis on it’s feet. It was worth it.
Still. In front of others. He couldn’t bring himself to cry. It was something too private. Even if his eyes welled up and he felt his heart could break. His sadness was his own and when his tears fell it would be as a healing gesture. Not to be seen as weakness.
@hudiexing said ; Much has transpired since Rex Lapis' death and nearly destruction of the Liyue Harbor by the hand of the Fatuis deeds. Even to the likes of Keqing tasks became much more difficult —until then taken for granted given the lack of necessity to take care of them— and so did Liyue Harbor's protection now that their god is no more.
Nevertheless, this signified that which she insisted must happen: the era of mankind has come. As such, it had to be in their hand alone this nation's protection. Habitual intel gathering at Wangshu Inn led the Yuheng to reminisce the presence of an existence differing of the humans albeit not as opposite in appearance to one: the Yaksha.
Be it by chance or by fate, Keqing had the luck to find the Adepti by the terrace and thus the noblewoman approaches him mindful to not perturb the peaceful and quiescent ambiance he is veiled into. ❝Conqueror of demons.❞ Stripped from her nigh heretical stance concerning gods and adepti alike, it was fair to address to him with the respect he deserves. ❝It is time for you to rest.❞
Magenta irises ascend skywards to watch the stars twinkle in the sky, somehow dimmer now that Liyue is traversing this dark transition to a new era— a brighter one, she prays. ❝Now that the age of mankind's rule is here, Liyue Harbor needs your protection no more.❞ Will this release him from his burden of duty or will it take away from him his reason to be? She cannot tell, yet she hopes it is the former. Slowly does a gloved hand rise to rest over her chest, an oath sign. ❝Worry not, I will personally take from what you worked so much on all these years. I swear you so.❞ (From @hudiexing!) / unprompted !
Above in the night sky, it was the pale crescent moon the one who held the task of uncovering the secrets hidden within the walls of Wangshu Inn. It was the existence of an adeptus, a figure hidden in lost records long forgotten by humans, Liyue´s protector, the moon´s shadow, the bane of all evil; it was the conqueror of demons the one whom, already detecting a precense behind his back, patiently waited for the unexpected visitor to break the silence of the night and make their voice heard.
The wind covered the hesitation in the air, yet at the end, It happened to be a stern yet refined voice the one who suddenly made its way towards the Adepti, a voice that was not entirely unfamiliar with him as he could already recognize it due to their temporary alliance that happened during that one catastrophic day. He couldn´t help, but wonder how she may have found the information regarding his whereabout, yet far more importantly, what could have possibly brought the Yuheng to visit him personally, disrupting the quietness of the night in order to seek for his attention?
His arms remained crossed over his chest as she spoke, his body barely moving from the spot where she found him first as his eyes remained close, almost as if he wished to mantain at least a small portion of the only peacefulness his damaged spirit could grasp onto, the peacefulness that lingered with the breeze of the night; yet it was precisely that peacefulness the one that fragmented as soon as he heard her following words.
Time...... for you to rest.....? Was this woman even aware of what she was conveying to him? Such was the disruption of his previous meditative state that Xiao finally opened his eyes in order to now face the human standing behind him. Did she just..... completely dismiss his contract with Rex Lapis? a human, a mere mortal- Such was the audacity of her spoken words that it made his blood slowly boil deep within his veins, his gaze now sharpened at the insulting words spoken to him;
❝ ―Time for me to rest? ❞ he retorted with gritted teeth upon hearing her words. This was an insult. His honor over serving Rex Lapis and the eternal grattitude he owned him now seemingly ridiculed by the mortal facing him;
❝ ―How DARE you believe that my contract could simply be dismissed by a mere mortal´s words? My contract is bound to Rex Lapis, not to you. ❞ He answered with indignation, the previous image she had forged on him during their temporary alliance now slowly beginning to shatter.
It was true that Liyue was traversing a new era, one where humanity has found its way to resurface from the mist of the unknown after Rex Lapis´ departure, yet his contract´s basis did not rely on whether humanity needed him or not, he was bound, no― he promised it, he signed a contract, that no matter the thousands of years of pain it causes him, no matter what, he was going to protect Liyue until his very last breath, until he ceased to exist, all in honor of Rex Lapis, all in honor of the god who freed him from eternal suffering. it was his eternal grattitude to the geo archon that drove him to fulfill such heavy duty over his shoulders, it was something he agreed with him, not with a human.
His gaze now sterned- it was rare to see the conqueror of demon´s displaying these sort of emotions, yet Xiao was not one to keep his thoughts to himself when matters bordered Rex Lapis´ honor; ❝ I have not asked for your unwanted opinions. It is clear you hold no respect for the Adepti and our contracts. Allow me to remind you i serve Rex Lapis, not you. This goes far beyond your reach. ❞