#also writing about this stuff is really making me wanna replay ac odyssey and ac valhalla 😩

[klaeusmoved]

ㅤㅤa skeptical brow lifts for a moment, wondering if she's truly asking for what could basically be called a history lesson. but given he lived through all the events mentioned, why not speak of them? far be it for him to turn down an opportunity to flex his memory and knowledge. he snorts as his eyes roll, recalling said war with ease. ❛ easy, do not fall for such an obvious ploy from a fierce enemy. perhaps also that nothing is truly that easy. though i personally found the greeks to be rather entertaining, so i didn't mind that conclusion to the war. ❜ not that he'd had a vested interest in it from the start, anyway; he'd had far more pressing issues on his mind than another bloody human squabble. he hums before his lips twist cynically. ❛ that your god will never protect you ⸻ you must be able to do that yourself. ❜ he finds her final ask to be rather paltry compared to the first two, but he keeps that to himself and answers anyway. ❛ let grief convert to anger. blunt not the heart. enrage it, ❜ he quotes, smirk painted upon his lips. he doesn't continue, finding its invocation to be self-explanatory. rage is his best friend, isn't it? or perhaps his only true friend, and a comfortable old crutch.

ㅤㅤthe glass dangles carelessly betwixt his fingers, exasperation taking over his expression for a moment. ❛ a rather romanticized view of monsters, i must say. though fitting considering the current culture and its obsession with nonhumans, it is a foolish idea regardless. ❜ and it's a fool's hope to think monsters could ever be better, to ever be more. and for the creatures themselves, having any sort of faith in such a dream would only lead to disappointment ⸻ and falling back down that slippery slope of monstrosity even further than where they'd started. how many times had he himself done that? thought perhaps this was the time he'd find something truly worth living for, find true happiness, only for it to be torn away? leaving him colder, meaner, lonelier than ever? he has no desire to try again. his head tilts in acknowledgment of her unspoken request, rather enjoying the idea of not being the only one drowning one's sorrows. ❛ and so what if we do? that won't change the fact that becoming something to fear is what has allowed our survival in the first place. ❜

         eyes roll momentarily at his words, because of course, he was going to say that. it was almost a patented reply of who he was. and further reminder of how far beneath his shoe he tended to shove humanity. she was slowly getting used to that fact. that and she could see clearly, he would preach something, but was someone who very rarely practiced it. just as she was. advice was easy to give, and even harder to follow.   ❛   okay so in your humble opinion, what would one learn, from lets say, the war of troy. of the viking attacks on england, or even Shakespeare.   ❜    a part of her was genuinely curious to what he would say. which was why she'd only included one thing that well, spoke of things that cut too close to home for both. Shakespeare was pretty much an analogy for monsters and loneliness. she'd know simply from reading all his works. as she watches him take a long drink, her hand continues to move over the page, fingers creating a drawing, that only her mind knew. her hands a slave to the actions, and it was calming in it's simplicity. that and kept her from reaching for the alcohol herself.     (    her liver for one was glad for that reprieve.!    ) 

          a swift chuckle burns off her lips, as she raises amused hues to look up at the hybrid before her. ❛   there is no fairy tales. just cold hard truths. that even monsters can be lonely. always searching for something they're too scared to truly reach out and touch.   ❜   something she knew herself. as how long had she wrapped herself in a bubble of isolation. to protect her heart. how long had she been running from love?  (   even when she craved it completely!   )    looking up from the drawing once more. she lets her mind think over things, before finally shifting and walking over to the booze. needing one more than she thought, holding up a glass as though asking permission.   ❛   that may be true. we need to become the bigger monsters. but how long before we become scared of one in the mirror.   ❜    her words uttered into the silence of the room. before she too throws back the drink in it's entirety. relishing in the burn before moving back, to where she was seated, and picking the pen up once more. returning to her drawing. to her distraction.