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As far as Seofon knew, this guy was Aurelius' soulmate- or something like that. He had a different air about him, though- solemn and guilty for things that weren't his fault- because really, Seofon wasn't going to blame someone for another person's actions. ❝ Hey- ❞

❝ Sorry if I scared you or something ... I should probably get this part out of the way first- I'm not here to fight, ❞ but that's what he'd said to Aurelius too. This, he swears, is different. He hadn't actively tried to seek out Klaus; this one was a meeting of chance. Plus, how could he fight a guy who looked that sad?

That, and with his powers mostly sealed away again, he wasn't going to be walking out of a fight with something that reminded him of the Supreme Primarch alive. Still, he's awkward about it. He can only assume Klaus feels just as uncomfortable about the whole thing.

What was he supposed to say? Sorry for killing your partner? There was a part of him that was sorry- but it wasn't because of what he'd done to Aurelius. Seofon knew that killing wasn't the answer- he tried to tell himself that he was getting rid of a threat, and in a way that was true... but what he was actually sorry about was the fact that he hadn't held it together in the first place. He was sorry because he should've stayed with Fiyero instead of rushing off in the name of revenge.

He was supposed to be better than that.

❝ ... How're you holding up? I ... know that was all a mess ... and from the looks of it, you had a pretty nasty fight after everything, too. ❞ There's something about being a hero and wanting good people to feel safe, to not suffer- and at the very least, Klaus didn't seem like a bad person. ❝ Usually I'm ... not the type to go and try to do things like that... I mean, I ... shouldn't have done that in the first place, so ... I'm sorry you got dragged into it, too. ❞

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"..." Klaus is in his own thought when he hears someone approaching. The aura he receives is familiar and has Klaus lifting his head to look up. Seofon...

Everything that had happened must have weighed down on the guy. He remembers hearing the jumbled thoughts.

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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

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valentine's is coming up, and this time he really has a date!

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❝ That does sound like something I'd do, doesn't it ... ❞ Rushing off to save the skies, leaving his team in the dark- he'd done that before, and while he knew he didn't regret the outcome, he wished his team would've understood- Seofon's expression softens into something that almost looks like regret- his team deserved better. They needed a consistent leader, and while he knew they'd manage ... he'd left them in a panic. ❝ Maybe one day I will be able to seek them beyond the boundary. ❞

❝ ... To think you've also suffered while I was here- I'm sorry I couldn't come to your rescue- ❞ Gran was capable of miracles, but this seemed ... deep. He had the same look on his face that Seofon did, years ago when he was still just the son of a tailor and a baker. When his entire world was burned to the ground. ❝ If you ever need anything, just let me know. Even if things are looking up ... I can't help but feel like I haven't been able to follow through with being big brother Seofon- I'll do better from here on out, that's a promise! ❞

It's best to talk of happier things- like his relationship! The love that blossomed from the first day he'd arrived- ❝ Her name's Fiyero. I think we were brought together by some sort of destiny. When I first came here, there was something about this place- like we could all see into each other's dreams. I think she knows my soul as much as I do. Maybe even more. I think you'd like her. ❞

he chuckles, he always loved teasing seofon when he had the chance. gran was at least nice about it, sometimes it felt like the rest of the eternals gets on him a little too much. but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve it sometimes...both of them really are alike in that way.

"you could say that i was! i just assumed you were doing the 'protecting the skies' thing by yourself, but everyone at home didn't know where you went," he recalls all of them being a little frantic about it.

'tell threo that she was wrong, and I am absolutely capable of getting a date!'

oh this is new! gran is shocked that seofon could even get a partner, either the captain is happy for him anyways. "oh congrats! what's their, i hope they've been kind to you."

...right home.

it hurts his heart to even think about it, leaving the sky realm without lyria and vyrn...its been rough. he wonders if all of them are looking for him right now. "its been...not great. i-i personally don't want to get into specifics, it hurts to think about. but things are looking up i promise!"

i don't want you to know that everyone i love died for me.

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Ask my muse questions about characters you’ve seen them interact with.

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❝ I guess ... the right thing to do is to turn myself in ... ❞

❝ That's the responsible thing to do, at least ... it'll absolutely wreck the whole hero image thing, but ... ❞ it's like the time he nearly took out his entire team. The time where he almost killed Id- every other time that he hadn't ... oh, he really was right about it. He could be an enemy of humanity ... But he didn't want to be like that.

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ok, fair, that was not his wisest choice ever ...

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❝ Wait, hold on a minute! ❞

❝ I just want an answer to that! Before I get myself into some mess ... My crew will never let me hear the end of it if I just stumble right into a trap! ❞

" You are foolish ― I like that in a man. "

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❝ Well ... ❞

❝ What context is this in...? Are we talking about something fun, or is this cannibalism? I do like being alive, but I don't mind having some fun ... ❞ ❲ @mundmutter ❳

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she's going to eat him

He's fairly certain this is supposed to be threatening, but ... maybe he can make it feel more like flirting. If he tries really hard.

❝ Well, I'd like to think I'm a snack! ❞

Nailed it.

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oh no, he has a feeling gran's about to reveal some really embarrassing stories ... and he's worked hard to keep up that cool guy vibe for fiyero! granted, it's not like she'll think less of him, but oh boy this feels like blackmail!

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luminous status!

currently able to make a projection of any sword he’s seen (with other writer permission if applicable) but it has no other properties

he's going to show off. immediately.

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Seofon had struggled, before Fiyero, to grapple with the fact that if he pursued the Captain, he wouldn't be the only one. There had been a time where he'd been selfish- that he wanted someone for himself and himself alone. That had been before he met someone who was the embodiment of endless love. Simply being loved by Fiyero had helped him understand that truly, there was nothing to fear. No one lost anything, they simply gained- to be loved unconditionally was something beautiful. To know that others could also share that joy ... Seofon was glad that he'd quickly learned to understand.

Plus, Zevran was easy on the eyes. Not that Seofon really cared about physical appearance- he was more of a personality sort of guy- actions always spoke louder than words. From what he'd heard from Fiyero, Zevran had proven to be someone good time and time again- at least to Fiyero. Seofon had nothing to worry about on that front, and by that front he meant Fiyero's safety. With his powers slowly returning, he was rather confident that if something happened, he'd be able to make it out alive.

But, that's not why Zevran's here. He's here to get to know Seofon better, and if nothing else, Seofon liked talking. ❝ She told me that she wanted us to get along- and it's not just us, is it? With all of her endless love ... ❞

❝ Aren't we lucky to share in it? Anyway, I'd love to know what stories she's told you. And I'd love to know more about you, too. ❞

It seems more important now than ever that Zevran meet some of Fiyero's other lovers. This lover, in particular. This Seofon, the one who had kept a watchful eye on their tiefling while the assassin was... indisposed. It is something he had no control over, true, but there is still some guilt there, that he could not do what this man had done.

He feels he should thank him, in some way. Buy him a drink, if nothing else.

"Oh? She has spoken highly of you, too."

He shouldn't feel as giddy as he does, to know Fiyero has spoken of him to Seofon. Of course she had. Hasn't she always gossiped about her trysts with him, in the evenings over a glass of wine? Still, it makes his heart do that little flip he had once found so annoying.

"For very good reason, I now see!"

Zevran hadn't been joking by calling Seofon handsome. He certainly is. Well-built, blonde, pretty eyes. Impeccable taste, their bard. The fact that he seems to accept Zevran's greeting easily is only icing on the cake.

He nods, smiling.

"It would be for the best, would it not? For us to know one another? All of our dear Fiyero's stories have certainly piqued my interest."

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❝ Oh, we're back in business for real now! ❞ Well, it doesn't have any of the fun immortal slaying properties or anything ,but the Gateway-Star Sword is certainly ... well, it's served him well.

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It hurts his heart to see Fiyero like this- her spirit wounded in ways he didn't know exactly how to fix. Seofon, for all his carefree nature, always liked to remain at least five steps ahead of anyone around him. It was habit from his time as leader of the Eternals. He should have an answer for this, a way to fix it, and he doesn't. This isn't so clean cut, of course. It's more complicated than any situation he's been in before, because this one is deeply personal.

Not that the incident with Seox wasn't personal, too, but Seox was found family- Fiyero was Seofon's entire world. She was hurting so badly- ❝ I'm more than happy to make something light- when I was little, my father would always make me some soup when I was feeling upset. I hope your roommates don't mind me raiding the kitchen and pantry for some things to throw together. ❞ He gives her hand a gentle squeeze, moves to kiss away her tears, to reassure her as best he can. She needs comfort and love, and he's more than happy to give it.

While he's still quite angry at the person who tortured her, she needs him now. He's not one to break promises.

❝ Chicken okay? Or are you more partial to a beef broth? I can also make some pretty tasty vegetable soups- easy to digest and the likes- ❞ He knows she might not be able to eat much- he never felt terribly hungry after taking heavy hits ⎛ and he had been in situations where he took heavy hits; even the great leader of the Eternals was only human ⎠ , but he knew from experience that neglecting himself only made things worse.

⎛ Fif had spoon-fed him once, when he was in particularly rough shape, and it wasn't even from a battle. She'd scolded him and threatened to cry to Anre if he didn't at least drink the broth she'd made. He humored her and told her that she needed to back off a little on the salt. The little harvin's smile helped him feel better. ⎠

❝ A bath sounds like a wonderful idea. Warm water helps soothe muscle aches, and it can make all the difference when you feel refreshed... ❞ She says the scars are ugly, and Seofon holds her close. ❝ There is nothing about you that is ugly. Scars could never take away from how lovely you are. ❞ He knows she might not believe that- he knows it takes time. Seofon had his fair amount of battle scars- some of them were marks of his inability to diffuse a situation before it got messy. Marks of his failures. Threo told him that he was wrong, his scars were marks of his bravery. Even when things went wrong, he fought for what he believed was right. That was true strength.

❝ I promise, I can show you that- but first, it's important that you have something small to eat, and then we can relax in the bath. ... if you'll let me join you, that is. ❞

fiyero thinks of nights at camp where she was able to truly rest. the moments were far and few between. sitting at the campfire cleaning her instruments, halsin coming by to whittle another wooden duck at her side. sometimes he would show her the vague shape and ask for opinions he did not need, if only to pull her mind from the dreadfully serious matters of the day. there were also the few evenings with volo, whistling songs together and sharing tired laughter. when her heavy shoulders would melt under the joy.

   smaller moments there, also. hints of rest. karlach, weaving their tails together as they were eating whatever gale prepared for the evening. the rhythmic sound of astarion sharpening his daggers. an almost domestic sense of being together, absurd in the face of all that violence and bloodshed. but what else were they to do, to hold themselves together?

   all fiyero does is carry. now that she can't, now that her feet can't steady her and her face can't form a smile, she doesn't know what she'd do if she couldn't hold onto seofon. if he slipped through her fingers to exact his revenge. but her words, thank the gods, her words seem to do the trick. it's another vicious detail she wishes she could spare him from, but it makes it just that clearer— she needs him.

   for now, she has him.

i won't leave, he says, and fiyero lets out a shuddering breath that wracks her entire body. her horns bump against his chest, once, twice. the relief sits so high in her throat that she makes a drawn-out, miserable noise. her chin trembles with it. ' please stay, ' she mumbles nonsensically. ' don't leave. '

   he talks about food and she immediately wants to throw up. somewhere in her mind, the offer makes sense. it's something she would say, if one of her loved ones was clearly not well. a good meal can go a long way, a warm bath as well. fiyero doesn't know how long she's been stuck in that bed, has no semblance of time.

   it's been a very long time since taking care of herself has felt like a chore.

   it takes a while until her mouth can form words that aren't please or no. a sentence unrelated to all of this. she leans back in his arms, nestles against his shoulder. one hand raises to wipe at her eyes, tears having slowed at least a little bit. ' maybe ... a broth? i don't know how much i can keep down. ' she sounds unsure of herself, but she also doesn't want to deny seofon when he's given her this. his presence, here, staying. she sniffs quietly. ' and ... a bath. i don't know. the scars are— ' tugging at her open collar with one hand to pull it across the scar on her chest, fiyero closes her eyes.

   ' ... they're ugly. ' i don't want to look at them.

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angel AU is going great guys

sandbox: @viladlind, @swordsovereign

fighting: @innerbeast, @hollowfaith

daycare worker: @anghexescu