☠️ ( B) - Valerian )
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.
𝒜fter more than two years of them growing close and slowly cultivating their relationship from prisoner and jailer to what could be considered friends, it all shattered like glass against stone when Lorroakan stumbled upon the blade that could slay the child of a 𝐠𝐨𝐝 among Valerian's possessions.
The very blade that had been plunged into his side as he saved Valerian's life —— when he nearly SACRIFICED himself for that wretch.
"You worthless, pathetic CHILD," he spat, circling the kneeling Aasimar with a gaze that could wither the stoutest of hearts, holding the dagger in one hand and his staff in the other.
The wizard rarely ever yelled. But Valerian had accomplished that, to drive the wizard absolutley furious, and he was tempted to hurl the blade into a corner in a fit of rage. He didn't, simply because he was unsure if Valerian would lunge after it like a dog.
Lorroakan's bitterness ran deep, fueled by the injustice of it all. He'd always had to work tirelessly for everything, and there was no room in his heart for pity or sympathy ; particulary not for those who where born with such privilege and still had the nerve to whine. The first time he had seen Valerian's self-inflicted scars, he had held his tongue. But this??
Did he want to kill himself??
Did he want to kill Lorroakan?!
Both of these possibilities made Lorroakan seethe with rage. Cowardly. Pathetic. A BETRAYAL. He had allowed himself to trust Valerian, to confide in him, to treat him as an equal. How wrong he had been, and it had almost cost him EVERYTHING. He came so close to losing his immortality ( his destiny!! ) and the one person he had come to care about in a long time. More than he'd ever admit.
He would make Valerian pay for making him feel so... terrified, he would make him bleed with words that cut like razor blades.
"Oh, to have been blessed like you! Your powers, your station, IMMORTALITY —— What I would have given for such fortune!!" Lorroakan snarled, delivering a hard blow with his staff across Valerian's wings, recalling how much pain it had caused him two years ago.
"You have been handed EVERYTHING on a silver platter, gifts that most could only dream of! Even a THRONE! But you have squandered it all, you ungrateful BRAT, yet you DARE to wallow in self-pity, to moan and groan as if the world owes you something?! You disgust me!!" The wizard now stood before Valerian, towering over him as he raised the staff to lift Valerian's chin.
His cheeks were red with anger, his hazel eyes filled with nothing but contempt, and his voice was eerily calm — more like a hiss — as he spoke with restrained fury.
"You are unworthy of the gifts you have been given, unworthy of the title you bear. I can understand why your father discarded you like yesterday's garbage. And now, to see you turn on me, you cowardly wretch... You... are nothing... but a disappointment."
Send ☠️ for me to write some crippling angst between our muses.
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Is noone gonna talk about the fact that in tcp, in that scene where Jude gets poisoned by the faerie fruit, they see 7 shooting stars and Jude describes that at as dozen deaths. I haven't heard anyone mention that that could have been foreshadowing what was to come later during the coronation as 6 Fae died then (Elowyn, Eldred, Dain, Rhyia, Caelia and Taniot) and also Valerian earlier on which makes 7 deaths like prophecied.
I thought it was really clever, nothing a reader would have really paid attention too.
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Cold; maybe someone has been researching too late into the evening and has fallen asleep! ;3
⚝ ╰ ‘ 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 ╱ @bonegrieve.
ℒorroakan had always been prone to 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.
When he set his sights on something, he would sink his claws into it and relentlessly pursue it. He simply had to find this artifact.
Both had worked alongside each other all day ; Valerian had been helpful, and Lorroakan bid him good night when the Aasimar retired to bed ( yes, bed. He allowed him to sleep in an actual bed for quite some time now ). The wizard, meanwhile, had poured over books and scrolls until at some point, his lids grew increasingly heavy.
Just a little longer. Perhaps the key to everything lay behind the very next page...
"Mmh?" Lorroakan's eyes fluttered open, startled by the unexpected warmth of the blanket draped over him. He blinked blearily, momentarily disoriented —— apparently, he had fallen asleep at his desk. With a faint hint of embarrassment, he straightened his posture in his chair and adjusted the blanket around his shoulders with a reluctant gesture ( how sweet of Valerian ). "I didn't realize I had drifted off," he muttered.
There was ink smudged on his cheek.
sender places their jacket blanket over receiver's shoulders / actions speak louder than words. ( accepting )
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So since the Custodes have canonical access to modern human cultural material it is in fact totally plausible for Bayezara to be playing whatever cheesy music is appropriate for riding a motorcycle down from space
Shield-Captain Valerian: So according to heretical M2 theologian Inmanuel Kant-
Shield-Captain Bayezara: I’M GONNA HIT HIGH ORBIT LIKE A BATTERING RAM ON A GOLDEN-BLACK ANTIGRAV BIKE
Valerian: In terms of the Categorical Imperative-
Baezara: CAUSE THE METAL IS HOT, AND THE ENGINE IS HUNGRY, AND YOU’RE ALL ABOUT TO SEE THE LIGHT
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Holly what the fudge-cakes do you mean Valerian was physically attracted to Jude? Holy what the fuc-
No because it makes sense but like......
Jesus Christ Jude really was pulling everyone in Cardan's friend group that woman is a goddess
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