#at least put some respect on her slight of hand and stealth skills! but then that isn't consistent with warrior!Arya takes so

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Arya's Braavos arc according to fandom

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          ╰   *   BIOGRAPHY  ━━  APPLICATION  ━━  TIMELINE                                 ━━  WANTED CONNECTIONS .

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME. Bellamy Santo Domingo.

MEANING. Fine friend, handsome companion.

REASONING. The name was hand-picked by his grandfather, before his passing. He gave no explanations, but a small poem was written in his notebooks regarding this particular name.

NICKNAME(S). Bell, Bee, Bella, Santissimo (with teasing undertones).

ALIAS. Benvolio.

BIRTH DATE. 8th of October, 1994.

BLOOD TYPE. AB-.

AGE. Twenty four.

ZODIAC. Libra sun, Scorpio moon, Pisces rising.

GENDER. Agender. He doesn’t speak much about this, however, as he was raised in a very traditional and conservative family.

PRONOUNS. He/him. Bellamy has a feeling he’d be more comfortable using “they/them,” however, since he fears possible reprimands, especially from his father, he only ever attends to these pronouns when around people he considers safe.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Panromantic.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Demisexual.

NATIONALITY. Italian.

ETHNICITY. Spanish, Japanese, Indigenous Brazilian.

RELIGION. Roman Catholic, with some Zen Buddhist influences.

CURRENT LOCATION. Verona, Italy.

LIVING CONDITIONS. Bellamy lives in a comfortable but rather small apartment in the San Zeno neighborhood, close to the Basilica di San Zeno Maggiore.

AFFILIATION. The Montagues.

THREAT LEVEL. Moderate to high. Proceed with caution.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN. Verona, Italy.

SOCIAL CLASS. Upper class.

EDUCATION LEVEL. Law Bachelor (University of Verona), currently studying for a Master’s Degree, with a specialization for International Law (started in the University of Rome, will conclude it in the University of Verona). Has presented many international symposiums, for his extensive research in the field. Has a summer course in the Hague Academy of International Law and many academic honors tied to his name.

FATHER. Celestino Santo Domingo, another generation of the family raised for war. Often called the best torturer inside the Montague ranks, he has served Damiano and his name since he was only a teenager, and became known as Lo Sciacallo di Verona. The Santo Domingos also have a traditional vineyard  &  winery, to cover most of their shady dealings, and are well respected amongst the townsfolk.

MOTHER. Cordelia Asahi Santo Domingo, née Oliveira. Daughter from an immigrant family, ended up in the mob to try and pay off her parents’ debts. Cold and ruthless, was mostly known for being a strong tactician. 

SIBLING(S). None. Cordelia went through a second pregnancy when Bellamy was five to six years old, however, she ended up having a miscarriage. This was very hard on both of his parents, and was one of the reasons why Celestino hardened up his up-bringing of Bellamy.

BIRTH ORDER. Only child.

CHILDREN. None.

PET(S). A calico cat Bellamy himself rescued named Lucky. She is partially blind. 

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES. Balthazar Santo Domingo (deceased) and Reyna Santo Domingo, née Salazar, grandparents from his father’s side. Francisco Oliveira and Ayumi Oliveira, née Yamamura, grandparents from his mother’s side. His father has at least three siblings, and Bellamy has plenty of cousins.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS. Bellamy has never dated, although his father did try to make him date one of his friends’ daughter. Other than that, he has maintained a clean record, although he has had some romantic encounters that never went much farther than a few dates.

ARRESTS? None, although he has both run from the police  &  rescued some of his friends from it quite a few times.

PRISON TIME? No.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME. Montague soldier and bodyguard.

SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME. Research scholarship.

TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME. Family funds, originated from the vineyard and winery, from which Bellamy takes a small percentage of. He saves them up and applies them as he sees fit. Bellamy also gathered some income from publishing articles.

SPENDING HABITS. Bellamy hardly ever spends his money on himself. He has very little physical belongings, excluding his books. He only splurges on his loved ones and, even then, he is more particular to meaningful gifts, no matter how small. 

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH. 8/10. Bellamy has been trained in martial arts since he was a child, and he is constantly exercising (it shows).

OFFENSE. 6/10. As much as he knows how to cause damage, this is merely a matter of preference, as Bellamy tries to avoid direct and immediate action, to not cause much harm to himself and others.

DEFENSE. 9/10. This, again, is the result of his ideological vision for peace. He much rather stay on the defensive, and he is good at being a shield.

SPEED. 7/10. He is a big guy, there’s only so much he can do. 

INTELLIGENCE. 8/10. Bellamy, albeit raised in a family of warriors of the best kind, also has a tactician as a mother, and was gifted with the soul of a philosopher. He has above average intelligence, can self-teach himself anything he puts his mind to, and is quick to analyze a situation.

ACCURACY. 7/10. His aim wavers, although not by lack of training. His father is very pushy with gun use, but Bellamy is not very fond of it, by the surprise of many. If he is forced to use a gun, he goes for non-fatal, but incapacitating, shots.

AGILITY. 8/10. His background as both a dancer (yeah, that’s a secret) and a martial arts connoisseur has provided Bellamy a lot of grace in his movements, and he has a good control over his body.

STAMINA. 9/10. Intense training since childhood does pay-off. He can go all night long, baby :eyes:. 

TEAMWORK. 7/10. I mean, listen. He can work well in groups, but people tend to underestimate him and the way he does stuff a lot, which can be quite annoying to Bellamy, especially if we’re talking life-threatening situations. As long as you trust his abilities, he can work well with you. 

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN. Italian, Portuguese, Japanese (his first languages, proficiency), Spanish, French (mild proficiency), Latin, Classic Latin, Greek, German, Dutch (self-taught, he can understand and read, but not speak them very well).

DRIVING. He can ride both cars and motorcycles, having one of his own. He can manage to change tires and doing basic repairs, if needed be. His mother taught him how to jump start a car.

SWIMMING. Bellamy loves to swim, and it remains one of his favorite activities to this day.

PICK A LOCK. One of the first skills his father taught him.

FIGHTING. Judo, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, Kickboxing, Aikido.

SKILLS. Combat knives, stealth, negotiation, diplomacy, basic medic skills, knowledge of the law, parkour.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM. Marlon Teixeira.

EYE COLOR. Caramel.

HAIR COLOR. Brown.

HAIR TYPE/STYLE. Long hair, often messy. Bellamy doesn’t cut it often.

VOICE. Bellamy has a deep, comforting voice, best described as the perfect timbre for singing lullabies or reading poetry. He is a baritone.

GLASSES/CONTACTS? Bellamy uses reading glasses, as not to strain his eyesight. 

DOMINANT HAND. Naturally, it was his right hand. However, his father made him train both of them for combat and shooting purposes, so he is now ambidextrous. 

HEIGHT. 184cm or 6 feet.

BUILD. Athletic, with well-developed muscles, since he has been physically active since his childhood.

SKIN TONE. Bellamy has a healthy tan, which gives him a golden glow.

TATTOOS. He has one tattoo, and it is very well hidden on the side of his hips (yes, it’s a secret. yes, it’s thexy).

PIERCINGS. None.

MARKS/SCARS. Bellamy’s whole body is covered in scars, both big and small, from strenuous training, abuse, and self-harm. 

USUAL EXPRESSION. Bellamy is often serious, but he can easily soften up his expression as soon as someone searches for an emotional response from him. He smiles easily, although these are not his most honest expressions.

CLOTHING STYLE. Bellamy has a very simple and modest style, with functionality being the key element. His wardrobe is filled with neutral colors.

JEWELRY. He wear a ring his grandmother gifted him at all times, but in a necklace. Bellamy also always carries his grandfather’s rosary with him.

PERFUME. He doesn’t use any, but his shampoo smells strongly of vanilla and strawberries.

DIET. Bellamy tends to skip some meals, as he often doesn’t take care of himself very well. His diet, however, is very healthy and balanced. He avoids red meat, often eating only fish. He does have a big sweet tooth, but he is pretty good at controlling himself.

PHYSICAL AILMENTS. None, but he has a slight bone malformation on his left hand that has been corrected with surgery.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG. INFJ, the Advocate (Ni - Fe - Ti - Se).

ENNEAGRAM. 9w1, the Negotiator. Tritype: 925. 

MORAL ALIGNMENT. Neutral good.

ARCHETYPE. The Caregiver.

TEMPERAMENT. Melancholic.

ELEMENT. Earth/water.

PRIMARY INTELLIGENCES. Verbal-linguistic, bodily-kinesthetic, interpersonal.

VICE. Envy.

VIRTUE. Temperance.

APPROXIMATE IQ. 124.

MENTAL CONDITIONS. Chronic depression, insomnia.

SOCIABILITY. Bellamy is very approachable and is also a great listener. He won’t often start interactions, but he knows how to navigate through people and the way to get to their hearts.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY. Moderate to low. Bellamy is way too good at repressing his own emotions, but this often leaves him spiraling after some months.

ADDICTION(S). He isn’t the type of person to be easily rendered by addictions of any kind, as he tends to be very careful with most things. Bellamy smokes, but even then, his packs of cigarettes often take months to finish.

DRUG USE. Bellamy uses sleeping pills with some frequency, and he is now taking Fae’s Blood as well, in order to fight his smothering feelings of depression and hopelessness. 

ALCOHOL USE. Bellamy does not drink often, as he has a very low alcohol tolerance. He only drinks alone in his apartment, while reading a book and getting ready for bed, or in the company of people he really trusts.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE? No. Bellamy opts for violence as a last resort, although he does have certain berserk buttons that can make him act differently.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE. Bellamy is very careful with his words, weighing them in before anything rash can come out of his mouth. He is never loud, and tends to approach most conversations with a persuasive tone to it, often offering a compromise to easily gain over others. He is very empathetic in handling information people offer him.

QUIRKS. Drinks tea after every meal. Can only sleep well if he has someone by his side (when he doesn’t, he hugs a plush bear he got as a gift many years ago). Has extremely quick reflexes and doesn’t take very well to sudden and abrupt approaches.

HOBBIES. Reading, swimming, painting, horseback riding, cooking, chess, gymnastics, running, learning new languages, going to museums and art galleries, dancing.

HABITS. Goes to church at least three times per week, although he often doesn’t attend masses anymore. Doing stretches and yoga once he wakes up and before bed. Drinking tea after every meal. 

NERVOUS TICKS. Bellamy has trained himself to become unreadable, but he still messes around with his hair, depending of the situation at hand.

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS. To keep his loved ones safe and protected.

FEARS. Being worthless, unloved and abandoned. Seeing his loved ones die or get harmed. Failing to meet up his family’s expectations and subsequently disappointing them.

POSITIVE TRAITS. Wise, protective, loyal, diligent, nurturing, humble, just.

NEGATIVE TRAITS. Self-sacrificing, insecure, passive, repressed, can have sudden outbursts of emotion, hypocritical, self-destructive.

SENSE OF HUMOR. Bellamy doesn’t often cracks up with laughter, and he is not one for sarcasm, either. He has a subtle sense of humor, you could say, and he only lets himself go and enjoy some fun when feeling absolutely safe.

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN? Not at all. Bellamy is very polished in his speech, and he is a wordsmith of sorts. He will hardly ever curse.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY. Horseback riding.

ANIMAL. All of them. Bellamy is just a big animal lover.

BEVERAGE. Red or rosé wine.

BOOK. Persuasion, by Jane Austen.

CELEBRITY. Bellamy knows absolutely nothing about celebrities, and I mean nothing.

COLOR. Regarding clothing, Bellamy prefers neutral tones (white, grays, and browns, especially). In general, soft orange is his pick.-

DESIGNER. He is a thrift shopper! No money to expend on futile things, especially for himself!

FOOD. Sukiyaki.

FLOWER. Sunflowers.

GEM. Moonstone.

HOLIDAY. Easter.

MOVIE. Princess Mononoke.

MUSICAL ARTIST. Chopin.

SCENT. Spices, herbs, natural scents in general.

SPORT. Fencing.

WEATHER. Soft rain in a warm day.

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Pinky Promise AU

Summary: Kotoha Lives AU! This is called the Pinky Promise AU. In a oneshot I wrote called “Pinky Promise,” Kotoha managed to escape Douma’s cult and live in a Wisteria House with an older woman named Himari. Shinjuro and a group of demon slayers stay one night a month later and Kotoha is given a final push to become a demon slayer and, eventually, a Pillar. You can just refer to this summary or feel free to look up “pinky promise au” tag on my blog(Lowkey scared to link it as ya’know posts with links tend to not show up in tags) 

Also if you are not fully caught up on the manga DO NOT PRESS ON unless you don’t mind spoilers!!

-Kotoha spends five years training in an undetermined breath at first, however, she finds it hard and wants something to fit her own feelings, so she makes her own breath style; Bell Breathing

-Inspired by the one-hundred and eight rings of the nearby Buddist bell on New Years Eve, she decides to make the style. She wants to inspire people like bells do, with a balanced form set and sweet, comforting sounds 

-Kotoha took to the bell motif seriously, even making a bracelet of small suzu bells and wearing it around her dominant wrist. The balls inside that make the bells ring are removable, making stealth missions easier

-Kotoha’s Nichirin Blade is colored a sort of pastel shade of yellow, and has aesthetic-only empty bell shells tied with a red ribbon on the end of the hilt. The guard is bell-shaped, naturally. 

-Her blade forager was in fact Haganezuka, being one of the few people who stuck around even with his more rather… extreme personality. She’s one of his first clients, and they have a fairly close friendship-- she always has mitarashi dango for him when he visits or when she visits. She hasn’t broken her blade thus far

-Her uniform is the usual one but with a under-the-knee-length skirt like Kanao’s. She wears yellow tabi with zori underneath. She has a dark blue haori with yellow/white suzu bell designs all over it. She also wears her hair in a tight bun with a comb kinzashi with purple flowers and blue ribbon--she considers it a good luck charm. She also wears a bird masquerade mask and a cloth to wrap her hair in to cover her identity when on slaying missions, because,

-Kotoha is mainly into undercover and stealth missions due to her flexibility and natural beauty, making her fit in just about anywhere. She wears a kimono and more plain haori when out on such missions. No one suspects such a beautiful and gentle woman! 

-Inosuke loves the sound of bells while growing up ‘cause they remind him heavily of his mother. He starts collecting various bells at the age of seven, keeping them in his room in the Hashibira Estate. Tanjiro finds this sweet while Zenitsu laughs at him for being so rough yet has such a soft hobby. Inosuke might’ve whacked him a couple times because of this

-Kotoha is a mother first, demon slayer second. Never changes, even after she becomes a Pillar

-Speaking of which, it only takes her up to a year to become a Pillar. She kept on insisting to take jobs, so her demon count rose very quickly. She also mastered Total Concentration within weeks with Himari and her mentor’s help

-Her and Inosuke have a very very close familial bond. They tell each other almost everything with no hesitance and do many things together. They might have one argument every few months, but it’s usually over something silly and it’s resolved quickly

-Hell, Kotoha even offered to teach him Bell Breathing but he refused, having already started to develop his own technique (which would be obviously Beast Breathing)

-Kotoha is without a doubt one of if not the first Pillar to trust Nezuko. She trusts her son unwaveringly with every vein in her body, and if he trusts her, then she does too

-Because of her Pillar status, her Estate is close to the Butterfly Estate and she has a close relationship with the Kocho sisters. She cares a lot for them, and mothered them a lot, seeing them also as daughters she never had

-She also has a close relationship with the Rengoku family, Shinjuro being an older brother to her and Ruka like a sister, and Kyojuro and Senjuro being nephews. Though they also saw her a second mother on occasion. Shinjuro helps Kotoha get used to being a Pillar and gave her advice before his wife’s death and subsequent alcoholism. Their relationship becomes strained after this, for obvious reasons

-On a lighter note, this means Inosuke is much closer to Kyojuro and Senjuro, having grown up with them, he sees them as brothers--making Kyojuro’s death a little more harder :)

-Speaking upon Inosuke, Inosuke has his original personality and abilities intact, but with more… class?

-He still likes to be competitive and has a stupidly high temper, but he’s also not constantly headbutting people and has slight more consideration of others. Also doesn’t have his boar head, and wears the normal demon slaying uniform (though has a habit of discarding the upper layer, and usually doesn’t wear a haori unless it’s winter). Still dumb as rocks though

-He also still prefers his swords chipped, but his original swords being chipped was from training too much with normal swords and found that when they’re chipped they cut better to him (plus lets be real he likes how they look) When he deliberately chips his new ones Kotoha does scold him for it for disrespecting his sword and sword maker, though admittedly found it just a tiny bit amusing

-He also adored animals as a child, finding boars especially to be really cool and studied their movements a lot along with other animals, which influenced him in many, many ways

-Inosuke can’t help but perhaps sometimes feel a little inferior compared to his mother. Don’t get me wrong, he loves her with every goddamn breath and won’t hesitate to tell her, but sometimes he feels he can’t match her skill. Kotoha tries to treat him equally but sometimes her constant mothering and protectiveness can be grating

-Kotoha holds a heavy grudge against Douma for basically fucking with her, and it only grows deeper after Kanae’s death. She’s in on Shinobu’s poisoning plan, and while she’s against it she knows she can’t stop Shinobu. Makes Shinobu’s death hard on Kotoha because she knows she should’ve been more assertive, but also knows it was what Shinobu wanted

-Inosuke still has a tight platonic bond with Shinobu, though he sees her more of a sister than a mother for obvious reasons. He also has a soft spot for Kanao, and while she’s older than him he still treats her like a little sister anyway. He was probably the first person she met around her age after being adopted into the Kocho family. Inosuke wasn’t too close to Kanae, but was also saddened and angry after her passing by a demon’s hands

-Inosuke is also on pretty decent terms with the little sister trio (they like to play with his hair, he lets them while he eats usually), though has a sort of tough relationship with Aoi since they both tend to clash heads. A bit of a crumb for you AoIno(?) shippers, but the two are on decently friendly terms, finding each other tolerable enough, they’re just both stubborn

-Kotoha also never tells Inosuke, at least not at first, why they lived in a Wisteria House and why Himari wasn’t his real grandma despite thinking she was. She fears it might bring him trauma or nightmares, big plus she doesn’t want him going after Douma

-It was a slight bit of a hassle for Inosuke to make his mother agree to making him a demon slayer too; she was obviously worried for his safety, but eventually wore down, but made him promise he try to be as careful as possible. This is obviously not followed through for many reasons, but we already know them so I won’t go into too much detail

-Treats pretty much almost everyone younger than her like her children in some way, shape, or form. She’s a heavy mother figure to everyone and wears this with pride (even if she sometimes doesn’t realize it)

-In fact, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, and Mitsuri are big offenders on accidentally calling her mom. It’s less accidental for Kyojuro as he knows he sees her as a mother and has been doing it ever since they met (‘cause children do that, it’s just grown to be a habit at this point, and plus Ruka never minded so it doesn’t bother him) though he’s more likely to call her “Aunt Koto” around others by now

-She’s close to Mitsuri and they sometimes swap feminine advice and cook together, and Mitsuri isn’t as embarrassed by calling her mom now than she was the first time she did. They have a tight bond and Kotoha sees her as the daughter she never had, exchanging secrets as well

-Zenitsu has an unclear past, so I hc that his parents were probably neglectful or died by the time of his debt. So, Kotoha becomes the mother figure he hasn’t had/never had in a long time. He def didn’t realize it at first and became heavily flustered and mortified. Kotoha found it adorable. Inosuke isn’t a big fan of this btw aksjasj but he tolerates it a little more as time goes on

-Zenitsu has had such a big helping of respect women juice because of Kotoha that he is less flirtatious and weird about girls, though his love for Nezuko doesn’t waver in the slightest 

-Tanjiro also sees her as a mother, heavily reminding him of his own mother in fact. He respects her a lot, and even has platonic affection for her, especially after she so quickly accepts Nezuko despite her hate against demons

-She smells like freshly baked bread and flowers, and has a calming presence. She has a sweet sound to her, like suzu bells, as Zenitsu puts it

-Also she teaches Tanjiro how to properly take care of Nezuko’s hair and the like so Nezuko’s hair isn’t always a rat’s nest when they come back to the Estates

-Nezuko, speaking of, like Tamayo sees Kotoha as her own mother. Thus, Nezuko always feels calm around her and lets her wash her clothes and brush her hair

-Sanemi and Genya have subconscious drawings towards her, as the pattern keeps going, they see a lot of their own mom in her. While neither of them have called her mom ‘cause it’s painful to even think about, there’s no doubt they’ve had fleeting thoughts about her being a mom to them

-Muichiro also subconsciously sees her as a mother, with his memories gone he has no qualms about it but he doesn’t let it slip out loud. Likes it when she brushes his hair though. After his memories begin to return he doesn’t regret thinking of her as a mother

-Giyuu doesn’t have many maternal feelings, finding her protective nature to be a bit overwhelming, however he doesn’t hate her. In fact, Kotoha doesn’t hate him at all and loves him a lot. I think maybe he might see his sister in her a little actually

-Uzui has zero maternal feelings towards her as well, in fact he probably flirted with her a little. Nothing huge or meaningful, just harmless, it’s who he is. She never really realized it anyway, seeing him as just being nice, and cared enough but not enough to see him as a son. Saw her techniques as flamboyant, of course, and she was saddened by his departure from the Pillars

-Obanai feels a little… indifferent? Towards her? Like, he doesn’t hate her, but I don’t think he’d quite see her as a mother figure either. He does admire her drive though, and she cares about him enough to make them good partners in combat if need be

-Gyomei doesn’t have maternal feelings towards her either, since they’re extremely close in age, same for Kotoha. But he still does also admire her, tbh I can see them being more like just good friends and confidants. Being the two oldest Pillars they have much in common

-Kotoha and Ubuyashiki have a typical follower/leader relationship, considering he’s much younger than her she doesn’t see him as a father figure, but she does admire him a lot and is extremely loyal to him. She also finds his kids to be adorable and is friendly with his wife (Edit: I realize Kotoha most likely met him when he was 13-14, so yeah, def doesn’t see him as a father figure or anything. Probably thought he was adorable too aksjaksj)

-You want to face off both mother and son? Don’t.

-Seriously, don’t. 

-You’ll regret it.

-See, they’re both ferociously protective of each other, and bounce off each other so well it’s fuckin bonkers! They go hand-in-hand, easily matching their breaths and everything. They’re like a machine together in battle. When they’re on their own they do well but when they’re together they do exceptionally. It’s both amazing and downright terrifying

-Need advice? Need a shoulder to cry on? Kotoha has your back

-Also, at least once a month all Pillars and any visiting demon slayers are invited to a feast at Kotoha’s, cooked by the woman herself and occasionally with the help of Mitsuri and Shinobu. The Ubuyashiki’s are always invited, but they never really make it. It’s still one night without any worry, just bonding time and fun, and that’s what matters

-Mother and son constantly write each other letters when apart, no matter how many miles are in between them, and give them to their crow to deliver. If one party doesn’t reply after the given time, the other is instantly going to look for them no matter what

-Also, I hc that Inosuke has ADHD and social anxiety. Kotoha is very patient with him and helps him through the daily struggles they bring, and he’s so grateful for this. 

-While I don’t have any ships in mind for this au (except perhaps KanTan and ZenNezu, maybe AoIno if you squint), if anyone wants to take this au and mold it to their own ship (within reason--if I find you use this au to ship pedo/incest I will find you) I give you full permission. However, if you find yourself shipping Kotoha with anyone, I would like to note that she has a few walls put up due to the abuse she suffered, and it isn’t too easy for her to fall in love

Bell Breathing and it’s Techniques/Forms

-Bell Breathing involves a lot of speed, along with agility and grace. Kotoha became more flexible and obviously more quicker, along with some muscle. It involves many parries, quick strikes and counters.

-Kotoha developed this with her newly gained strength and her natural swiftness in mind, along with her warm personality

-There are currently six forms, three mainly defense and three offense. 

-First Form: Voided Ringing- The user steps out of range of an attack before replacing it with their sword, slashing in an upwards motion at whatever the enemy was about to attack with

-Second Form: Suzu Dance- The user advances on their opponent slashing their blade in swift, shallow motions, aiming mainly for the arms 

-Third Form: Crotal Advance- The user blocks their entire body with their blade, using all their strength, and then they twist the blade to slash whatever is attacking them

-Fourth Form: Chiming Deflection- The user deflects attacks in a circular motion with quick succession

-Fifth Form: Quiet Ringing in Winter- Much like Blessed Rain after the Drought, this move is used when an enemy surrenders, making it a swift and painless death, making a soft sound like jingle bells during Christmas--or, rather, like suzu bells during a Kagura dance

-Sixth Form: The Death Bell Tolls- The user goes as fast as possible, quite like they’re dancing around their opponent and then strike from the air, going straight for the neck in one swift round motion, making a sound like the ringing of a bell 

Extra: I made Bell Breathing without one breath in mind as I researched different sword techniques and looked at all the breathing styles, and while I’ve been leaning towards Wind, Thunder/Sound or Water, but if anyone has an idea I’m open to hearing it

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 19 full draft

Lance was fucking with them, and Keith quiznakking knew it. There was no way in the known universe that Krolia would ever send them on a stealth mission, onboard a heavily guarded cruiser, simply to retrieve the word “Tomato”. And what in quiznak’s holy name was his husband thinking!? Not only were some of the targets buried, no, Lance hadn’t stopped there, the little shit had sent him balancing up a half fallen tree trunk, climbing into a tree, climbing up said tree, swapping over to the next tree and nearly breaking his neck in the process, all to get a clear shot at the target hanging off the top of the tree. Lance was a shit and he knew it.

Having made dinner for them, Lance was the model image of “relaxed”. His husband kicked back on the grass with Kosmo. Deciding he needed revenge for the sheer amount of nature he’d been forced to get to closed to, Keith snuck up and shook out his sweaty hair over his husband. Shrieking and laughing, Lance tried to protect himself from the raining droplets of sweat, Keith dropping down to rub his sweaty hair all over Lance’s face

“You. Little. Shit. Tomato”

Taken by surprise, Keith’s whole world flipped upside down as Lance pinned him to the grass, Kosmo darting in to lick at his face while Lance held him down. Scrunching his face up and struggling got Keith nowhere

“Gagh! Pl... Uh! Stop it! God! You’re a menace! Lance...”

“Alright. That’s enough Kosmo. I think he’s learned his lesson”

Releasing Keith’s hands, Lance grabbed him by the breast plate of his body suit, pulling him in for a rough kiss, before pushing him back down against the grass. Fuck... The move shouldn’t have been as hot as it was... He was supposed to be mad him... But how was he supposed to be mad when Lance was smiling down at him with sun shining down almost creating a glowing aura around his husband

“Congratulations. You pass... provided you brought my targets back to me”

“Of course, I did. What were you thinking?! Some of those targets...”

“Some of those targets were in dangerous positions. I know, and yet, I’m fine. Not one tiny scratch or damage”

Sighing at Lance, Keith didn’t understand how Lance didn’t understand the danger he was in. His husband was happy to charge into danger. This was a training exercise. It didn’t need to involve him nearly killing himself. Sure. 5 quintants without Lance hurting himself or freaking out was surprising, and should have been relieving, yet that could change at any moment. That’s what left him feeling so conflicted. All Lance wanted was for someone to accept his skills, and sure he was skilled as hell, but he still had their twins to worry about. Any fall from the higher target locations would have caused serious damage... So why wasn’t Lance treating his body with more respect?!

“You don’t need to be so cocky. We all cleared your training exercise”

Shrugging, Lance wriggled in his lap. Keith biting down a moan at the friction against his crotch. Lance’s scent was sweeter and sweeter by the day. He wanted to roll his husband over and... do all sorts of things that would make him blush

“You cleared part 1. Of four. You do remember that it’s four sections right. How did you like my clues?”

“Clues!? You call them clues!?”

Huffing, Lance raised his hand up, looking at his fingers before counting with his right hand. The smidge of arousal Keith had felt as he looked at Lance’s missing finger. If he’d been stronger, Lance never would have lost his finger

“The words, numbers and signs. The way they were carved. The extra letter drags. The spots Kosmo messed up for me. Plus there was the extra damage I left around to hell you all out. You had plenty of clues if you paid attention”

Keith didn’t have a witty reply. He hadn’t noticed half that... Not the way they were carved, but he had noticed the slight “tails” pointing in the direction of things... It was shameful on his behalf, but he hadn’t expected anything so intricate from his husband. His team hadn’t even been the first to arrive back. That honour went to Ezor, who was no doubt going to lord that over them for phoebs to come. Then again, she did have Krystaal with her, and he tended to notice these small details

“Hey, I’m allowed to be rusty in the field when I had to spend the whole day away from you. You have no idea how much I missed you today...”

Groaning at him, Lance climbed to his feet, offering his hand

“You get no special husband treatments. And sweet talking won’t change a damn thing. Now go grab a shower and come for dinner. Mum Krolia let me grab a few things before I left, and stocked up the jet”

Krolia was definitely playing favourites. She too was sick of goo, but given it was the staple for undercover missions generally insisted they keep “outside” food to a minimum. His mother may have underestimated how hands on Lance would be when it came to group training, instead, thinking of this as a holiday where they could reconnect. They’d had sex, but for Keith things were up in the air. He... He wanted his children to grow up on Earth... But didn’t want to take the outpost away from Lance. The only concession he could make was having the twins at the outpost and spending extended time with them before they moved to Earth. Diabazaal... He dreamed of the empire finally finding peace, but when he thought about how warm and loving Lance’s family was, he wanted that for their children.

“You cooked dinner dinner? And not just flavoured goo?”

Glaring at him, Keith has clearly upset his husband. Yes. He wasn’t dumb. He knew he’d cooked something given that everything was set up for serving. But he wasn’t a mind reader, nor did he have x-ray vision

“You don’t need to sound so shocked. I do eat semi properly, you know”

Not lately he hadn’t. Jus because the ration bars were chock full of vitamins and minerals, it was hardly the wide variety of fresh vegetables and fruit Lance should be eating

“Usually we stick to field rations”

“Usually you don’t have to walk through the forest to find that all your efforts were to recover the word tomato. Live a little on the edge. Go crazy. Take a shower. Eat some real food. Take your doggo for a walk”

“I’m not completely sure what the point of tomato was”

Reaching forward, Lance flicked him in the middle of the forehead

“The idea was that sometimes you go sneaking around thinking you’re going to get great information, only for it to be a dud, even from your most trusted sources. But you can’t let it get you down. You need to continue on with your mission, until you finally achieve your goal. I used mami’s best recipes for this”

“I was wondering why I had a craving for empanadas”

Frowning deeply at him, Lance was thoroughly done with him

“You’re an idiot. Your recipe wasn’t even for empanadas. Empanadas aren’t the same thing as bean chilli. Shoo. Go do things. I’m going to listen to everyone complain about how I tricked them. They either think I’m more mentally damaged than they’d heard, or the biggest arsehole in the universe”

“Babe... You know I don’t like it when you do that...”

“I was joking. It was a joke. I guess I can’t even make jokes right. I’ll just go back to bed”

“That’s... what?”

Keith was confused as hell. He was only trying to say that he didn’t like Lance joking about it because he didn’t let slight brain damage stop from his doing his fucking best. It wasn’t necessary for his husband to go back to bed, looking as if he’d been insulted or maybe even a little gut-punched. Lance had done his best. Keith just wasn’t sure of the way to tactfully say as much, without sounding as if he thought it had, or implying that wasn’t the same as he was before everything went down. He wasn’t. But he was trying to be... scratching the back of his head, Keith was grateful that Lance hadn’t simply walked away

“That’s not what I’m saying. I don’t know what I’m saying. Look. You did a good job out there, ok. I wish you’d acted more... I wish you hadn’t put yourself in danger. So I’m mad at that. And not just because of the twins... But... you’re right. Sometimes you do go through hell and get fuck all in return. They need to learn that lesson before we take them out on high level infiltration missions... God. I’m not making sense. I love you. I wish... I fucking wish you could see that. I wish you didn’t have so little confidence... You survived so much... I don’t want you dying over training these guys”

“If I wasn’t pregnant, you wouldn’t care what I did. Admit it. Admit it, Keith. You don’t think I can do this!”

Whoa... wait? What?! Hold up...

“Babe... that’s not it at all... I know you’re capable”

“Then what is it? What can I finally do to make you see me?!”

What now? Had he missed something? He didn’t think he’d said anything worth making his husband so upset...

Their yelling was starting to draw attention. Grabbing Lance’s hand, his husband yanked it free with a glare. In the corner of his eye, he could see Acxa watching them from where the others were starting to serve themselves dinner

“I can’t...”

“So you can yell at me, but we can’t go somewhere and talk about this, Lance?”

“I can’t talk to you because I don’t... I need to calm down... I’m sorry... I don’t know why I lost it... I don’t know what I’m saying... But I do know that I’m more than just your baby carrier”

Marching off to where he’d set up camp across the clearing, Lance didn’t look back. Lance was more than “pregnant”. At least his husband knew he’d lashed out, and that he was sorry for his actions. Keith just didn’t understand why. Blaming it on hormones seemed like an excuse... And he wasn’t sure how much of the sudden flip was hormones and how much was Lance being on edge from having the recruits here. He didn’t even know pregnancy hormones worked... His mother said she felt slightly crazy... but Lance always felt slightly crazy... For now it was best he let his husband calm, then try talking to him later. Besides... Lance was annoyingly right. He was skilled and needed to trust that. He’d had Kosmo, and despite his arsehole placement of targets, he’d probably had a contingency plan in case he’d fallen... He might love his twins... yet now he was wondering if Lance felt forced to carry them because of him, and not because Lance wanted a family with him... because he definitely didn’t want his husband to feel that way... He... had no idea what to do... all over again.

*

Sitting halfway up his scouting tree, Lance was on his comms to Shiro. One tick he’d been laughing with Keith, and the next he was biting his husband’s head off. He’d been so mean to him for no good reason... And now he was hiding up a tree... all because he’d been stupid. Pulling some dorky face to make him laugh, Lance gave him a weak chuckle. He hadn’t said anything at all, Shiro hanging on to the silent conversation, letting him come to him

”Thanks, old man... I fucked up so badly today”

“Is that why Keith tried to call?”

Sniffling at Shiro, Lance was now squandering all Shiro’s time for himself

“Dios...I should go...”

“No. Curtis can handle Keith”

“That’s not how it works... Keith likes you more. You’re his brother... I don’t even know why I snapped... I tried to make a joke and then... And then I was abusing him... and now I’m up a tree because I messed it up. I messed everything up. I told him... I told him that I feel like nothing more than the incubator. I worked so hard Shiro. I spent four quintants working my arse off, trying the hardest I could to make him see that. And it... I had so much fun...”

That was true. He’d had fun. He’d gone slightly crazy talking to himself over target location, and making each and every target a challenge after the first clue, but he’d been proud of his efforts. He hadn’t given up. He’d worked harder on it than he had anything else for movements... He just... He wanted to be recognised as a good team leader. He knew what the recruits must think of him. He hadn’t earned his way onto the team. He’d married in.

“Lance...”

“I know! I know I messed up. I... thought that we’d work things out, but he hasn’t given me an answer on anything. He tells me he loves me and then... but... he got mad that I put myself in danger setting up the training course”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lance could see Shiro wordlessly chanting his personal mantra. He never should have run to Shiro

“I’m sorry... I’ll let you go”

“Have you two talked? Sat down and had a proper conversation?”

“No.... I was giving him space to come to his decision”

Groaning deeply. Shiro brushed his hair back from his face

“I didn’t want to be involved in this. But you’re both missing each other over this issue. Keith is scared about becoming a father. It’s completely thrown him. He thinks he’s going to be a bad father, and he’s terrified that your children will end up the foster system. He wants to be a good father. He wants you. He’s scared having the twins might cost him, you. He doesn’t know what to choose if it comes down to it. No. He knows he’ll choose you every time. And it scares him that you might hate him for it. He loves you, and he’s scared. He doesn’t know what you want”

Lance’s bottom lip wobbled. See. It hadn’t been that hard for Keith to talk to Shiro... Why couldn’t they talk like this?

“I don’t know what I want either! I’m scared. Everything is going to change. Everything between us is going change. Our whole dynamic. We can’t... we can’t take missions or do... our thing. I don’t even feel human right now...”

“You and Keith, it’s going to be hard. There’s going to be sleepless nights. Long nights. Nights you wonder if you’re going to make it to tomorrow. Nights you’re going to cry your eyes out. But you have us. You have Krolia. You have your parents. You don’t need to be alone in this”

“So what do I do? How do I tell him I should go back to the outpost?”

“You want to go back?”

Why was Shiro so confused

“I have to. I have to don’t, I? That place means the world to me. I built it up from nothing... and... Hunk’s wedding. What kind of person am I, if I don’t go? If I’m supposed to give birth then... I won’t be recovered. I won’t be recovered from a cesarean. And... I know twins come early, but what if there’s complications? He’s going... I don’t think I’m strong enough to tell Hunk and Pidge”

“You’re not the only one worried about this. And keeping it from Keith isn’t going to help”

“I’m not trying to keep it from him...!”

Only by some minor miracle had his call connected in the first place, Lance knew he shouldn’t be calling Shiro as it was, yet also knew he’d go slightly crazy trying to understand what was happening in his own head. He didn’t. Not anymore. Not like the old him. He didn’t know what was PTSD, or was brain damage, or anxiety, or what was depression. He called Shiro to calm himself before approaching Keith again, and with the magnetic storm raging in the heavens somewhere, it’d only be a matter of time before the call disconnected. He didn’t have time to be getting snippy at Shiro.

“... I’m not trying to keep it from him. But I want to feel like I’m me. That somewhere in this... body... I still exist. I can’t work out how to work any harder, and with everyone here, I’m starting to feel like I fucked my way into this job”

Shiro wrinkled his brow

“I didn’t need to think about that. You are you. You’re entitled to what you feel. Allura was the one who changed your body, because she believed in you and Keith going the distance. He knows it’s hard for you. He knows how uncomfortable you... you... you... feel in... in... in... your own skin. I know you would have worked your hardest... est... est... est...”

Watching the video of his comms seemingly stutter and freeze in places, Lance couldn’t help but feel he’d gone and jinxed his luck by thinking about the magnetic storm

“Sorry, Shiro. You’re...”

With a split tick of warning Lance heard something whizzing through the air. The next thing he knew, he was falling backwards off the tree branch he was perched on after something collided with the side of his head at a substantial speed. Unable to stop the fall, pain blossomed as he hit half a dozen branches, scrambling in some weird attempt to grab a branch while protecting his stomach, and being dazed over what was happening. It was a few very long short ticks before Lance was landing on his side with enough force to drive his breath from his lungs. His head smacking against the leaf litter with enough force for him to taste blood as he passed out where he lay. Bruises rushing to appear across his soft skin, as the world continued on unaware of the solid thudding or silent scream Lance had left out as his world flipped upside down.

*

“Keith!”

Having watched Lance until he was blob of colour across the clearing, Keith had headed off for that shower to cool his head. He’d thought he’d spent at least a varga in the shower, it’d certainly felt at least triple that as he replied his conversation with Lance, trying to pinpoint what exactly had upset him so. He’d half heartedly tried to call Shiro, yet due to the magnetic storm, the call didn’t connect. Even if he had talked to his brother, it would have been the same things they’d talked about before the panel all over again... but now he had the added worry that Lance felt forced into this pregnancy. Was it normal for someone to still be so up in the air over it all? Even a movement later? Hoping Lance was up for talking, Keith had literally just stepped foot off the ramp of his ship, when Acxa was screaming his name. Spotting her coming from the direction Lance had been, Krystaal was jogging behind her with something in his arms, as Kosmo yipped at the pair. Something was wrong... His frown heavily set on his face as he started jogging towards the pair.

“Keith, it’s Lance... He must have had a seizure... Kosmo was barking and when we came to see, we found him...”

Acxa was breathless with worry. Lance laying limply in Krystaal’s arms. His right cheek heavily bruised

“L-Lance... Give him to me!”

Krystaal seemed started as Keith choke whisper of his husbands name turned into an angry growl. No one was allowed to touch his husband. His instincts kicking up a stink, despite Krystaal and Acxa being friends. Taking Lance from Krystaal, Lance scrunched his face in pain, despite being out of it. Balancing his husband with his knee, Keith brushed his fingers through Lance’s hair. His husband had winced when his head met Keith’s arm. Finding a bloody mat of hair, Lance whimpered softly. His husband must have fallen... He was bruised. Dirty on one side. He must have hit his head and split the skin... Fuck...

“Acxa, can you come with us? I’m going to need you to open the door for me. It’s probably too late, but hold off explaining what happened until I talk to him... I think this idiot was up in that damn tree again”

Acxa nodded quickly

“He must of had a seizure while up there... We’re lucky he hasn’t seemed to break anything...”

Keith hadn’t thought of the fact that his husband could have broken a bone. They shouldn’t have moved him until they’d made completely sure that Lance was completely alright...

“I’m taking him to our room. Then we need to scratch what’s left of his camp. I know he’d got everything planned how he needed it for these training exercises...”

“I can help”

Krystaal may have been standing before him, yet the man might as well have been invisible to him. Lance had all his attention, Acxa he was talking at, rather than to

“We have this. Go back to camp”

“Keith... Let me help. You’re my friend. What can I do?”

Keith felt a growl rising at Krystaal questioning his orders. Friend or not, he didn’t want to be pushed when he needed to tend to Lance. Biting down the growl, he instead snapped

“If I needed you, I would have assigned you a role. Acxa, we need to get him assessed”

Laying Lance down on their bed upon his ship, Lance’s long eyelashes fluttered. For a guy, his husband had stupidly long eyelashes. Hushing his husband before he could say anything, Lance wasn’t conscious enough to reply or do much more than groan at him

“Keith, I grabbed the first aid kit just in case”

Setting it down by Keith’s feet, Keith nodded at Acxa to indicate he’d heard her. He couldn’t go ahead and strip Lance in front of her. Not only because Lance might have an accident, but because with his small budding breasts and stomach, weren’t like the long lean lines Lance had sported at Christmas time

“Make sure no one disturbs us. He might be anxious or confused if he’d concussed”

“Will he... be ok?”

“Yeah. He has crazy fast healing thanks to what Allura did. He’s going to be fine. Sleepy, but fine... Can I ask you not to tell Veronica? This is the first seizure he’s had since we got here. He probably forgot to take his medication... he was waiting all day to know what we thought of the first quarter”

Lying through his teeth, Keith was getting angsty over having to wait. He needed to see if Lance had hurt his stomach in the fall. Patting him softly on the shoulder, Acxa then made toward

“I’m not sure how I feel about the code word being “Tomato”... I liked that it wasn’t something we’d done... Tell him that”

“Thanks, Acxa”

Stripping Lance off, most of his husband’s bruises were on his arms and legs, his stomach miraculously spared during the fall, though with the heavy bruising on Lance’s side, his husband would probably be feeling sore and sorry for himself for the next few quintants. Shimmying Lance’s boxers down, he didn’t see any signs of bleeding between Lance’s legs as he pulled his finger tips back from his husband’s opening

“Buy a man a drink first...”

Jumping at being sprung, Keith glared down at Lance, leaving his boxer briefs half down his thighs as he scooted up the bed

“What were you thinking?! You had a seizure and fell out a tree!”

Grunting at him, Lance propped himself up. Pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a whimper, before lowering himself back down

“You’re lucky you’re still in one piece!”

“Mnmm. What’s the damage, Doc?”

“You hit your head on something, when you seized”

Lance barely shook his head before abandoning the motion

“Didn’t have a seizure”

“You were found unconscious at the base of the tree. You obviously have a seizure”

“Nnn... I don’t remember falling... but didn’t have a seizure”

Lance was seriously fighting him on this? Keith was still recovering from the minor heart attack his husband had given him, and now he was picking a fight!?

“So you fell out the tree for no good reason. And why were you even up the tree to begin with?”

“I think my head hurts”

“You think!? You fucking hit it on the way down”

“That doesn’t seem right...”

Sighing heavily, Keith hung his head as he took Lance’s hand in his

“Babe. There’s no shame in having a seizure, if your meds aren’t working, then we can always go back to Altea. Do you have any idea how scared I was when Acxa yelled my name?”

“Something hit me in the head”

Shooting up, Lance dropped back down just as fast. Groaning, Lance tried to curl in on himself, Keith feeling a twinge if sympathy at his husbands idiocy

“Stop moving! You fell out a fucking tree!”

“I didn’t mean to... I was talking to Shiro... and something hit me in the head”

His husband was up a tree. Talking with Shiro? And didn’t have a seizure? What?

“What? Hang on. You were talking to Shiro? Why? And what do you mean something hit your head? Did that cause the seizure? Or did you hit it...”

“I didn’t have a seizure!”

Bringing his hands up to his face, Lance rubbed at his temples. His husband’s head was most likely throbbing like a bass drum. He would have offered pain relief if he didn’t know Lance would turn it down

“Then what happened?”

“I told you... I was talking to Shiro, then something hard hit my head and I lost my balance... I don’t remember anything else”

“And you’re sure...”

“I’m sure... Ugh... can you stop questioning me? My head hurts”

“Because you fell out a tree you weren’t supposed to be up!”

“I was talking to Shiro!”

They were going around in a circle. Lance was growing progressive more upset. His eyes were teary, and quiznak if Keith wasn’t weak against them. Climbing up to lay aside his husband, he wrapped his arm around the Cuban’s waist

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You really gave me a scare... I just... I don’t understand why you’d be up a tree?”

“I... I fucked up...”

Starting to cry, his husband shook hard. Keith could almost taste the self loathing and pain coming off him

“Shhh... Don’t cry...”

“I called Shiro and broke protocol... because I hurt your feelings... I didn’t mean to snap at you!”

“No. No. I don’t know what you’re thinking about if I don’t tell you. You did a good job. Acxa said so too... but this here, this was what I was afraid of happening. You could have died. Or broken a bone. We can’t call out for help right now... I don’t even know how you got through to Shiro, I couldn’t... but if he was talking to you... that could be it too... Fuck. I’m mad. I’m mad at you for being off the ground. And I’m mad at me for not being there. If Kosmo hadn’t found you and alerted Krystaal and Acxa... you could have been bleeding out...and I wouldn’t have been there”

“All I want to know is what you want! You’re my husband but... I don’t know how to cope with this p-pregnancy”

Hushing Lance again, Keith had learned his lesson over not believing him. He didn’t believe Lance had received an envelope of photos, and likewise, he didn’t believe that his husband hadn’t had a seizure. Unlike last time, he was keeping his mouth shut over it

“I don’t know how to cope either. It’s like all... everything is going to change between us... That’s still no reason to be up a tree”

“I wanted to... escape to think... I didn’t think anyone would look for me up there... I wanted some alone time”

Time alone... didn’t equal calling Shiro. Why could Lance talk to Shiro, and not to him? This wasn’t the first time either. Lance had insisted on talking to Shiro before they’d left Altea... Perhaps his husband was still mad about him not believing him? But Lance had seemed to bounce back by having something to do... Was it because of all the current unsaid things?

“Alright... I’m just going to say it. I want to raise the twins on Earth. I want them to go to school there... and I want them to know your family. That’s if you decide to keep them... I don’t think of you as just the carrier of our babies. If you don’t want this pregnancy, I want you to feel you can tell me. I don’t think I want to bring you into the field again. Not when you’re spending so much alone. I’d feel safer if you were on Daibazaal”

“Then what was the point of me even being here and not at the outpost. I thought we were going to work on our marriage... Today... was a hiccup. I’ve been better... I’ve been better so don’t throw me away...”

“I’m not throwing you away. I don’t think my heart could take anything happening to you”

“Something hit me in the head... I was fine before that”

“And what if you’d been higher up?! You could be dead”

“I know... I know... but don’t... I don’t want you to leave me... I know I’m stupid and brain damaged... and useless... but I don’t want you to leave me behind... I thought I could be brave... don’t leave me for him”

“For who?”

A few ticks passed, Keith shaking Lance’s arm gently

“For who? You’re my husband, babe”

Lance let out a breath that tickled Keith’s neck. Holding still, he realised Lance had either fallen asleep or passed back out, now he was going to have to monitor closely for the night, rather than talking and cuddling. Concussions could be worse than they seemed, especially when his husband decided to get in the head the first place. Who the quiznak was he supposed to be leaving his husband for? He loved Lance. Maybe Shiro knew Lance thought he was planning on leaving him for? They’d finally been talking, then his husband went and dropped that on him, before passing out!? Frankly, he was tired of this shit. These partial conversations. Though he had been the one to push Lance after he’d knocked himself out. Fine. This time was his fault... but like quiznak was he going to try starting this conversation again until they were safely alone, uninjured and well rested.

[1800areyouslapping]

Bewitching Effect

Submitted to the blog by Anonymous! 

Yandere/Heavy Dub-Con

He discovered this spot out of necessity. A night where he needed somewhere quiet to hide from his responsibilities, from the insufferable meetings, and from his nagging brother. Who would think of looking for him on the rooftop of his little sister’s bathroom? They would expect him to be almost on the other side of Hanamura, at a banger party. Not at their own house. And certainly not masturbating to the body of his baby sister lying inside a marble container filled with water.

Genji didn’t know whether the architect of this bathroom was secretly a voyeur or just an oblivious architect. To tell the truth, he was most grateful to them. The skylight was perfectly placed for him to watch you having a bath. Lighting of the room placed right over the bathtub. Which means you had no way of knowing who had the privilege of sneaking a glance at you in the middle of the night. What’s more, the odds of you even noticing someone like him was there were very slim. The long hours of training and honing his stealth skills were paying off as never before.

The first time Genji caught a glimpse of that body, as it peeled off of every article of clothing, gave him mixed feelings. The way his blood flowed reminded him that you were no longer a little girl. Whereas his brain reminded him that you were a demon disguised as a water nymph. 

He should have stopped right there. He should’ve allowed you privacy before he had the opportunity to appreciate the sway of your hips. He should’ve turned away before he had the option to observe how gracefully you lifted one of your legs to enter the bath. He should’ve attended the meeting, so he wouldn’t have had the chance to imagine what it must feel like being straddled, just like the side of that bathtub, by those legs akin to a goddess.

Where someone else would have seen just a girl trying to reach a bath salt she had forgotten, he saw a witch provoking him with the slight bouncing of her round, soft breasts, adding an ingredient to her large cauldron. He hadn’t noticed that he laid himself on the rooftop. Or that his hips were slowly moving against its surface 'til he realized the agony the slow pace brought.

You definitely had him under the influence of a spell. One he couldn’t bear any longer. He decided that he would text one of his friends to help him with his needs. To provide him what he couldn’t get from you. Genji felt that cumming right there because of your beauty would be like making an offering to you. As though you were some kind of deity… Even if you were a deity; he wouldn’t worship you.

Ever since then, he edged himself every single night. While watching every curve your majestic body had to offer. He would call this girl today. That one, the other. Another one, the following. So on and so forth 'til he ran out of phone numbers. If that ever happened, he would start from the top of the list again. It wasn’t a major problem.

He thought other people were the solution. He would eventually overcome your witchcraft with their aid and finally put an end to everything... Except that his plan backfired once put into practice. This persistent idea that no hole would ever hold a candle to what he imagined your pussy felt like was present in the back of his mind every single time he tried to do anything with somebody who wasn’t you. After a short period of time, he gave in to you. If you wanted to receive offerings, he would give you at least one every night.

At first, he hoped one of those days you would touch yourself or do something which would prove how your succubus-like nature is cunningly hidden behind the angel act you put up. He wanted you to do something that would make him stop. However, as expected of a calculating demon like you, you never did anything like that. You were too perfect to engage in any activity that would degrade your purity, weren’t you? You only felt pleasure when you made him suffer, didn’t you? No wonder you were the apple of Sojiro’s eye and Hanzo’s favorite.

As time passed, his idea of you tortured him every time a little bit more. No, in fact, you actually tortured him. Everything was perfect when you weren’t around. He was Sojiro’s sparrow and Hanzo’s only brother. But you had to be born. You had to screw his life up. It’s only fitting that he did the same to you. It’s only fitting that he burnt you to death like the witch you are.

He was the only one who could do it. You were your father’s fragile girl, and you were your eldest brother’s obsequious sister. You didn’t need to attend any kind of meeting. You didn’t need to train. Anything you wanted, you got. You could get away with doing whatever. But the thought of going against any of your relatives would never cross your mind. You were too good... Only when he remembered that you’d never oppose any of your family members, did his face light up. He knew what he had to do to exorcise you.

Genji always refused to take you with him on any of his night outs. Yet you never stopped asking him to take you with him. He was convinced you only asked because you felt pity for him. When you looked at Hanzo, you did it with admiration in your eyes. When you looked at Sojiro, you did it with respect in your eyes. You got heart eyes whenever you looked at those two. But when you looked at him... There was a kind of underlying sadness that those bright, doe eyes were trying their best to conceal. He translated it as pity. There was nothing else that could mean. You loved making him suffer. So that must be what it was, pity. He decided that he would wait until you begged him to let you enjoy a little bit of the outside world. Only then would he give in.

The only useful things he picked up during those tedious, long meetings were how to conceal his feelings, how to fake perfect smiles, and how to be a gentleman. He was the privileged one, not you. You were always so spoiled. What could have you possibly have learned from life? He had to learn how to survive. How to please others to get what he wanted. How not to commit himself to the first person who offered him smiles like the ones you–

You were such a sassy girl. You even interrupted his train of thought. “What do you say today, Genji?”

With an almost undetectable smirk, he raised his eyebrows while blinking quickly. As if he couldn’t believe what you just said. “Care to repeat yourself?”

Your pout made itself visible for less than a second. It made him feel dizzy with excitement. You rolled your eyes and promptly rephrased your request. “Dear Genji, I was wondering if you could find it in yourself to allow me to keep you company tonight, if you would be so kind as to take me with you tonight, if your heart allows you to give me a little bit of space in it... I will wait for your response all afternoon if you so desire, oniisama. Yours sincerely, me.”

That obscenely playful smile, the obscenely beautiful choice of words and the obscenely quick flutter of your eyelashes gave him mixed feelings. How could you be so cruel to him? He had everything carefully planned for the night this happened. You had already screwed up many of his plans. He wasn’t about to let you win this time. He was quick to clear his drying throat and give that signature playboy grin of his which had been rehearsed a million times. The one where he tilted his head a little to the right. Closed his eyes. And allowed the ends of his mouth to curve up 'til his left dimple showed.

“Put on your sluttiest clothes,” Genji winked, “I’m going to take you to hell tonight. I’ll let you experience what Hanzo doesn’t want you to.”

Your face lit up in a way he never had the opportunity to appreciate before. No underlying sadness, or ‘pity’ as he called it. You nodded while trying to hide your ridiculously happy smile by putting one of your hands over your mouth and closing your eyes.

He should have stopped right there, but he couldn’t. “This is our little secret,” he added. “Don’t let Sojiro in on it. Don’t let anybody see you... I’ll text you.”

Watching you have a bath that evening would have been like drinking ambrosia, but Genji was too afraid. Too afraid of making the spell you kept him under stronger. Every time the spell seemed about to be broken, it just got more and more powerful. But, then again, peeping through that skylight was such a tantalizing offer. Just a little would have been enough. Nevertheless, he didn’t budge an inch from the driver’s seat. He kept his hands resting on the steering wheel, to keep himself from sending you 'don’t-do-this' texts. Genji concluded that he’d wait as patiently as his head allowed him to.

He could have got ready five times in the time it was taking you to dress up and do your make up. The more he waited, the more he thought you were doing it for the sadistic purpose of driving him even crazier. You didn’t even have the decency to reply his texts.

As soon as he thought that, the screen of his phone lit up and showed a message preview. His gaze shifted to it. A single “♡.” Were you kidding him? He typed three paragraphs explaining what you had to do. Sharing useful tricks that took him years to elaborate so that you could sneak out, and you sent him a heart emoji. You were the incarnation of a devil. There was no doubt. A devil in the body of a girl who looked like a divine being with her– You interrupted his train of thought again when you knocked on the passenger window.

Immediately after Genji unlocked the doors, in less than five seconds, you tugged the handle and slipped into the front seat. Then closed the door and glanced sideways to see his face. His jaw was tensed as he turned the engine over, and his fists were clenched around the steering wheel as he drove through the streets of Hanamura. A little bit too fast for your taste. He couldn’t look at you. If he looked at you everything would be over. He would give in to you again. You decided to break the silence, “Where are we going, Anija?”

To him, your voice sounded like that of a siren who was trying to lure him. He had to drive fast enough to prevent himself from stealing a glance at your body. To keep his eyes fixed on the road straight ahead. It took him about half a minute to muster up the courage to answer your question. “Somewhere far away.”

You flashed a smile and a glance that Genji couldn’t see. Directly after that, you offered the best sarcasm your tired brain could come up with, “Did you know that you are really funny?” By yawning at the end of that sarcastic remark, you showed your exhaustion. You would kick yourself afterwards. “Now, tell me, where are we going?”

“I’ve already told you. I’m taking you to hell,” he sighed, “If you want to sleep, do it right now. You’ve got half an hour.” He knew. He knew you needed to sleep. You were used to going to bed late at night and waking up early in the morning. Everything was carefully planned. You would sleep less than thirty minutes and, hopefully, you would feel rather groggy when you woke up. “Just be careful. Don’t ruin your make up,” he raised the corner of his mouth that you could see.

“I guess… I’ll listen to you.” You moved as close to him as possible and let your head rest on his arm with your eyes closed. It felt rather uncomfortable because of the space in between. To get rid of it, you chose to hug his arm. “Wake me up when we are there, would you?”

You truly were a spoiled brat who didn’t care about others... Yet your touch felt so good, and your smell was genuinely sweet. You gave him a kind of warmth nobody else would ever be able to give him. He slowed down. Not because he wanted you to have better rest, but because he wanted to take a quick look at how you were dressed. He felt powerless once he saw the mauve, satin, mini dress and the matching stiletto shoes you were wearing. He was about to wake you up. To scare you. To make you run away from him, but he remembered why he couldn’t give in. He remembered how much of a harpy you were. He wouldn’t let all his hard work go to waste. Genji was almost there.

With your head lying on his arm, Genji drove all the way to a country house. Whose owner had to be promised the world to let him borrow it. He was going to wake you up and have his fun. Yet your pretty face stopped him in his tracks. Despite his numbed arm, he gazed at your sleeping face. At your curled eyelashes, and at your glossy lips for a considerable amount of time before bringing you back to reality.

It took you a couple of seconds to regain consciousness. You stretched slowly as your eyes were working on focusing. “I’m feeling rather dazed,” You confessed as you fought the urge of allowing your eyelids to close. “Would you let me sleep some more?” You pleaded in a lower than usual voice.

Hearing you say that was music to his ears, he was right. He got out of the car, straightened his back and walked to the passenger’s door. He leaned towards the window and gestured you to lower the window. Shortly after you complied, he placed one of his hands on the roof of the car. Whispered while looking you straight in the eye, “No. I’m not letting you. Where has all the energy you had in the afternoon gone? You’re letting me down, 'Sis.”

He had to gather all his courage to answer you, and all his strength to not kiss you. But it paid off. He saw the desperation in the gorgeous features of your face and knew you would follow him to the ends of the Earth. You had to make it up to him. “I just- I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep anymore... I was still confused from waking up.” Never wanting to disappoint anyone, how typical of you.

Your fear emboldened him. Genji rested his thumb on your chin and positioned his index finger under it, “Don’t worry,” he caressed your chin with his thumb, “You can stay in the car and sleep for as long as you want,” he planted a kiss on your forehead and added with a big grin, “Just know that I’m not taking you with me ever again.”

You grimaced for a split second and quickly shook your head to deny his idea. You swatted his hand away and demanded with an almost imperceptible frown, “Why are you being like that, Anija?”

Watching you struggle was a mesmerizing spectacle that only made him grow even bolder. He felt powerful. For once, he was happy Sojiro had you like a bird inside a cage. You trusted your family blindly, and that meant you trusted him blindly. For once, he was happy Hanzo was always there for you. You weren’t able to get your own dragon, and you were too old to get one at this point. You were at his mercy.

“I beg your pardon, Your Highness. It seems I have committed a serious mistake... I must redeem myself for it,” he bowed to you with a deadpan face, opened the door, extended his hand and waited for you to take it while keeping his eyes closed. “I was hoping Your Highness would consider me deserving of such honor.”

You hesitated because of his mocking tone and, instead of taking his hand, took a couple of seconds to perceive what was happening around you. Nobody was there. There was a big stone path that led to a beautiful two-story house, and plenty of perfectly arranged flowerbeds everywhere. The double front door with stained glass caught your attention, and then the dim lighting did as well.

Genji grew tired of waiting for you and lifted one eyelid to see what you were doing. He was fascinated by your seraph-like countenance going into rhapsodies over a stupid house. Why couldn’t he captivate you like that? He heard you say something about this being the opposite of hell, but he didn’t care. If Genji couldn’t get you to look at him like that, nobody and nothing else would.

He swiftly placed his left hand on the space behind your knee joint and his right hand on your back. Then promptly picked you up bridal style. Your arms hugged his neck out of fear of falling off, and you exclaimed quietly as you moderately moved your legs to show your discomfort, “Put me down!”

“No, I’m not putting you down,” he murmured as he dashed towards the entrance, “Your Highness can only walk on a red carpet.” Genji loathed every time he referred to you as a princess; but if that meant you would still trust him, he would call you ‘Your Highness’, ‘Your Royal Highness’, ‘Your Majesty’, ‘bitch’, whatever you wanted to hear.

He made his way through the building with you on his arms. He had to use his right elbow to push handles down and his left leg to open them. God, you talked so much, about so much shit, with those shapely lips. He just gave nods to everything you said. 

The cadence of your voice was similar to what he believed the one of a siren was like. Genji couldn’t help but imagine what majestic sounds would emanate from those sultry lips. It was maddening. He was fixated on not letting you go... At least, 'til he arrived at the backyard. Once he did, he caught wind of the front door not being closed being weird, in between your monolog. He had to act quickly, “Hey, do you remember when you were a child?”

“I remember when you promised me to ‘let me experience what Hanzo doesn’t want me to,” You retorted in disbelief while taking a quick look around. The backyard was just as beautiful and dimly lit as the rest of the house. “What exactly do you want me to remember about my childhood?”

He walked to the big pool in the middle of the backyard and looked at you straight in the eye. His face creasing into the biggest smirk. “Do you remember when you wanted to be a mermaid?”

As soon as you realized his intention, you blurted out, “Don’t you dare! If you throw me into that pool…!”

Genji started to rock you in his arms, threatening you. As a response, you hugged his neck tighter and pressed your calves as hard as you could against the arm holding your legs. Your aroma, body, voice, personality, responses, and your feelings… Everything was infuriating to him. You were such a succubus. He couldn’t believe he was glad Hanzo made him attend all those meetings.

“Ok, I give up. You win. You can stop doing that thing with your legs.” He laid you on the ground at the edge of the pool. “I’m getting us something to drink. You can choose where you want us to go next, but I’m not letting you even have a sip of something outside. Something happens to you and Sojiro kills me... I guess now I understand how Hanzo feels,” he sighed. Lies. He was almost sure that Hanzo got off to the memories of ordering you around and the fantasies of you disobeying him.

He made sure he had everything. The bottle of the strongest stuff he could find in his hand. The scissors, hidden in one of his pockets. His mind, thinking about your pussy. Yes, he had everything he needed to pierce your heart with a wooden stake.

When he got back to you, he was certainly surprised that you didn’t move. You were sitting with your legs crossed on the edge of the pool. Laying your eyes on who knows what. Even then you managed to seem like an ethereal, heavenly creature, even though you were zoning out. As he was ambling your way, he wondered if you ever thought about him. If your heart beats for someone, and if that someone knew how lucky– how unlucky they were. A cold-blooded vampire like you would never allow someone in your heart. Yet he would love to– You interrupted his train of thought again. “Anija? What are you thinking about?”

“Not much. You’re pretty, that’s all,” he lied. Yes, he lied. You were not ‘pretty.’ You were beautiful. Not only was he referring to your body, but he was also alluding to your mind. Genji was scared of you. How could you be so perfect? The fact that you didn’t have a heart, made you even more alluring. It made you a goddess. He glanced sideways to appreciate your blushing face as he opened the bottle. “What are you thinking about?”

“Not much. I’m just happy that I get to spend time with you,” your cheeks were incandescent with a peach blush. Were his eyes failing him, or were you actually looking at him with heart eyes? He couldn’t believe it. “Genji, you have no idea how much I’ve missed spending time with you. I can be myself only when I’m around you… I feel free when I’m with you,” you carried on as though his volition wasn’t about to snap like a twig behind his impassive face. He couldn’t believe his ears either. He fixed his gaze on you and sat beside you. “This is embarrassing, but I think I...” you avoided making eye contact for a second. And then suddenly placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

You intoxicated him entirely. The bewitching effect you placed on him felt like a carrying a thousand swords that would cut him as soon as he let go of one. It was overbearing. Genji longed to touch you, to feel your soft skin. What he had fantasized for so long was about to come to fruition. With his eyes on yours, he grazed your cheekbone with the back of his index finger as though your skin were the soft petals of a rose. He closed his eyes as the small distance that separated you from him closed. His lips came in contact with yours as his hands cupped your face.

Your sensitive and still glossy lips welcomed his warm ones. At the same time, your heart raced furiously. He thought your thumping heart was cute. Genji instantly pulled away for a couple of seconds to look at your face. ‘Angelic’ was the only word that popped up in his mind. He went back to kissing you. But this time he decided to add his tongue to the mix. As a result, your lips parted, head tilted just enough to allow him to be closer. Your breathing became deeper and slightly irregular. Nose more sensitive to his heady perfume, and your tongue fascinated by his expertise.

It didn’t take long for his hands to start wandering around your clavicle, shoulders, forearms, and finally arrive at your hands. Where he would allow his fingers to rest intertwined with yours for a long moment before relocating them to the nape of your neck. You indecisively placed your arms around his waist.

He wanted to imagine himself living with you in a faraway land. In a faraway time, touching you and being touched by you. Away from everyone he ever knew. Away from everything he ever knew. Away from even himself… But close to you. In his imagination, he wouldn’t have cared in the slightest if he had to work his fingers to the bone. He would have done it if it meant being with you. Being with you in joy, as well as in sorrow... It was such a tempting offer.

Genji would have given his everything to make that happen, but it was too late. Your back arched as he forcefully grabbed a handful of your hair. Your lips brushed against his lips one last time, before quickly meeting a cold splash of water. He promptly circled his free arm around your waist to keep you from escaping and maintained the grip on your head to keep it under water. He could see how the bubbles of oxygen were leaving your body. Your heart was hammering... Just in a slightly different way than before.

You had it coming. For all your witchcraft. For being alive, and for being you. He would make you suffer. He wanted to hear you begging eagerly for your life. He pulled you out. At most, you would last thirty seconds under water. He wanted you to feel every little thing he was about to do to you. He shoved you underwater again before you had the chance to whine. Genji feasted his eyes on your limbs which were flailing, almost contorting. One of your heels broke while you fought for air. It was a marvelous show, but it couldn’t go on any longer and he knew it.

He pulled your hair to bring your back close to his chest and hugged your waist as tight as he could. He shoots a glance at your face as you were gasping for breath. Even the best brands of makeup wouldn’t stay intact on a face after that. The smeared mascara on your eyelids and cheeks was proof of it. It only made you more attractive in his eyes. Your fragrance, although diluted, remained exquisite to him. His hips started to grind on your backside, and his lips whispered huskily in your ear, “Help me with your mouth, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

You simply nodded while catching your breath, “Yes... I just need you... Let’s rendezvous somewhere. Tomorrow. Just– the two of us.”

He stopped rubbing against your butt. Were you mocking him? You were supposed to fight, to talk back, and to refuse him. Genji was sure you did it just to enrage him, and you managed to do it.

He picked up the bottle he had brought and put the top of it on your lips, “Relax your mouth, throat, and chest. Open wide, 'Sis.” You were aware of the liquid being poured steadily into your mouth. Passing through your esophagus, and suddenly making you choke. The instant he noticed you were choking, he withdrew the bottle.

“You chugged one fifth. I’m surprised. You must be feeling great,” he was certain that you were hammered. That stuff was really strong. It was consumed in seconds, and you were not used to drinking. You were experiencing what he experiences every time he is around you. The only difference is that, after so long, he got used to you.

“A-Anija,” you were so pretty. You even stuttered. “Why w-would you do this?”

He shushed you with one finger pressed to your lips, “Use your mouth for something more useful.” His hands swiftly unbuttoned his pants. Undid his zipper. Roughly cupped your cheeks and led your mouth to his swelling length.

At first, the brushing of your lips against his dick felt like heaven to him, but he grew greedy for more in mere seconds, “Now, suck it. Imagine it contains the only water for miles around.” You complied by enveloping your lips around the tip of it and bobbing your head at an excruciatingly slow pace along his shaft.

Genji tried to be patient with you as you were drunk and inexperienced. But your movements were far too irregular to give him good head, and you ended up giving him blue balls instead of the quick, sweet release he sought. “As always, you don’t have to worry about a thing. I’m doing all the work for your spoiled ass,” he exclaimed, clearly frustrated at your incompetence.

You quickly became aware of his hands on your hair when he harshly pulled it. Your head followed his steadfast grip up and down. Then up and down again for what felt like an eternity but only lasted minutes in reality. The burying of his cock in your throat made you drool and gag. It gave you the sensation that the environment around you was spinning.

The throbbing in your head was strong enough to make you close your eyes. You were beyond trying to communicate your discomfort by then. Whenever you tried to say something, it came out as a series of even sluttier sounds than the ones you were already emitting. He even held your nose for some long seconds. Just to see you struggling and choking even more. Everything contributed greatly to giving you a major headache and giving him the best head of his life.

With one last pull of your hair, he made your lips part from the tip of his cock leaving a pop sound behind and a single sliver of spit trailing connecting them. Immediately after, and without any warning signs, your inebriated brain could process, he shot four good streams all over your face. Your delicate eyelashes were now decorated with pearly drops, and your velvety lips featured a new gloss.

“Hey, why didn’t you bite? You didn’t do it because I’m your brother... or just because you were enjoying yourself?” he sneered at you as you were slowly opening your eyes, “Anyway, you should clean yourself. Let me help you,” he grabbed the same locks as before and shoved you underwater once more before quickly dragging you out.

Your eyes were red and your lower lip was quivering. He could clearly see your crying face stained with his diluted cum. His arms hugged you around the waist tight enough to let you feel his newly erected dick. He was amazed by how only you could get him that hard in such a short amount of time.

“Don’t cry. Imagine I was just giving you a scalp massage,” he said as he relocated his right hand to stroke your scalp exactly where he had been tugging at. You squeezed your eyes shut tight as a result.

You were so preoccupied with his hand on your head that you didn’t notice his left hand used scissors to cut your dress. After your intoxicated brain did, your eyes opened wide. You knew what was about to happen.

“I promised to let you choose where we’d go after drinking... A promise is a promise,” he picked you up bridal style again, “Where to, Your Highness?” He didn’t care where. The only thing that mattered was sticking his dick inside of you. He was proud of himself for not letting his emotions run rampant. He thought it would be harder. It turns out having you all alone, away from your house and at his mercy helped him a lot.

“B-bed-room,” you stammered. Watching your defeated-but-still-gorgeous face while your mouth fought to pronounce a single word was disgusting. Especially because you still hadn’t begged for your life or refused him. Not even once.

“As you wish,” Genji carried you with a frown on his face to the nearest bed he could find. Plummeted against the mattress together with you. He made sure to straddle your thighs while kneeling before allowing his eyes to linger on your almost naked body. His form looming over you as his fingertips slowly traced over your abdomen and stopped at your hipbones where your underwear was. He hooked his fingers on your panties and played with the rim a little before getting rid of them in one swift movement. He should have stopped right there, but he couldn’t.

He craned his neck to get a glimpse of your expression. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was an expressionless line. He wanted to hug you, to tell you that he was sorry, and to beg for your forgiveness.

His lips sought yours in a desperate attempt to compensate for his actions despite knowing it wasn’t possible anymore. You didn’t welcome his kiss, yet you didn’t refuse him either. If that was how you were going to behave, then he would carry through with his revenge. He should have stopped right there, but he couldn’t.

You inhaled deeply when his teeth seized your bottom lip at the same time his hands seized your hips but didn’t open your eyes as he expected. You squeezed them shut instead. His left hand moved to the damp space between your legs and stroked your sensitive clit slowly. A muffled moan escaped from your throat, and he let out a pleased smile.

Genji’s digits administered the ideal pressure on your clit at the perfect pace. Slowly, over time, the expertise of his hands made a kind of ecstasy accumulate between your legs. The euphoria you were experiencing elicited deep groans, and the more you mewled, the more eagerness to please you his body exhibited. To you, it was a vicious circle. You gave in to his lips, and lazily granted access to your mouth for his tongue.

Suddenly, your inebriated vocal folds complained with a wistful whimper, and your fickle face displayed a frown when he stopped both his lips and his hands. He raised his fingers to his mouth to get a taste of you. You tasted better than anything he had ever tried before. No fruit, no cocktail, no other woman, nothing tasted as heavenly as you did. If he had enough willpower, he would have used his tongue; but he had problems of his own to attend.

He didn’t put his fingers inside of you because the only thing he wanted your pussy to experience was his dick. He had no doubt that you were a witch. You made him last this long with any kind of stimulation. The promise of your body was that fantastic to him. He wanted to make come, and scream your name. He concluded the best revenge would be to give you a pain like the one you gave him. He wanted you to want him, to scream for him, to show him your face at the moment you were having an orgasm.

He took hold of your legs and placed them on his shoulders as he positioned himself in front of your entrance. Your legs instinctively hugged his neck. Just to watch you squirm a bit under his body. He toyed playfully with the tip of his dick around your outer lips before slowly propelling it inside of you.

The two of you wailed in unison as his lower back and hips helped plunge his cock into your sweet spot. Once he found it, he rammed as quickly as he could into you. The sounds, the smell, and the sensations the contact between the two of you produced were the material his little piece of heaven was made of. Your breathing had never been that irregular, and his breathing had never been that deep. Abruptly, he stopped moving to deny what the two of you wished for the most, “‘Sis, dig your nails into my back.”

You did as he told you. You harshly clawed at his back, whatever it took to make him move again. You added breathily, “Anija, do it…”

He came splattering inside of you. You peeled your eyes open. He reached his climax just by listening to your voice and feeling your nails on his back. He had ‘guilty’ written all over his face. He gulped audibly, pulled it out and promptly hid his face between your legs.

He licked his own cum with his tongue and swallowed it. He was ashamed of himself. He repositioned the muscle on your clit and quickly started to make it up to you.

Something clicked in his head and he finally understood why you never refused him. It wasn’t because you were his sister. It wasn’t because you loved him. It was because you were always the one in control. You feared death more than you desired him. Whereas he desired you more than ever. Death was not only the least of his concerns but also the only thing waiting for him in the near future.

He decided to give in to you and eat you out till you found your blissful liberation. After all, you won again.

[railagraceart]

A Noble Tale.

So before you read any farther, know that writing isn’t usually my thing. This is just something I wrote sper of the moment. I haven’t really looked over it either so just ignore the many errors I’m sure are there. However, feel free to share what you think about it. --------------------  DragonAge OC - Elbona Lavellan. A few things to know about her. - Elf, Dalish, rogue, hunter, spy, primary archer. - Lightly tanned skin, very slight showing of freckles on face, shoulder length white hair, bright teal eyes, simple light purple Mythal vallaslin (blood writing) under eyes. - Introverted, friendly, warm hearted, protective, firm, inquisitive/curious, learner, wisdom seeker, loyal, driven, hard worker, wanderer.

I was a solitary child growing up. My parents had a tendency to take in orphaned elves during our travels. Some of them were older than I was, and others younger. It’s not that I minded, our clan became my family more than just my parents. But because I hadn’t grown up with many of the elves my parents took in, I tended to feel disconnected with them. So I would often wander, hoping to find a place to be alone. Few of the other elves my age had a way of thinking similar to mine, and that led me to have very few friendships.

I often got along with the older elves best; any that were willing to impart knowledge with me, to teach me. Because of my interest in knowledge, I would read anything I could, doing my best to understand everything it had to give. Most of the information shared among the Dalish however, was given orally by the hahrens; so I became a patient listener, even more than I was naturally, and persistent in my questions until I gained an understanding.

At a young age I was given a bow and arrow, and they soon became my most trusted companions. I took to hunting quickly, and because of my natural stealth I became a master of treading unnoticed. At the age of 18 I received my vallaslin; I chose a simple design under my eyes for the goddess of protection, Mythal. The pain was harsh, but the silence was welcoming, and no matter the pain I forced myself to keep that silence. Despite how the ritual hurt I found comfort in letting my mind wonder what it would be like, now that I would be given the responsibility of an adult. I became an experienced hunter in my young age and was soon considered a respected protector and provider. 

Despite my lack of social interactions, I think I may have been considered fondly by my clan; though I never truly connected with them. I loved them, but I felt I had little place among them. So I did what I knew was good for them; I became greatly skilled in the arts of knives, archery, and stealth, that way I could at least provide for them. Through our time traveling, we often encountered other races. And often my curiosity would lead to a great number of questions toward them. Some were happy to share, merely increasing my interest in the world around me. And all the vast differences on Thedas. Other travelers were less inclined to questions, and thankfully I could usually tell if it would lead to hostilities.

My clan became restless when the recent mage rebellion started disrupting our way of life. Because of this, our clan Keeper Deshanna Istimaethoriel Lavellan gave me the task of spying on the meeting at the Temple of Sacred Ashes between the Divine and the feuding factions. Given my particular skill set and mostly unbiased opinion of other races(even humans), I was seen as the perfect choice to quietly observe and bring back news of the outcome. But no one could have expected the outcome given.

I saw many people at the conclave, high ranks from both sides were housed in the temple. I don’t know how long I was there before the explosion, and I don’t remember anything else that happened that day. I remember finding myself in a place I believe to have been the fade, giant spiders chasing me, and a glowing woman figure taking my hand. When I awoke again, I was in shackles and surrounded by soldiers pointing swords at me. And a painful, flaring green mark was on my left hand. A woman warrior with short black hair greeted me harshly, bombarding me with questions and believing I had caused the explosion that I didn’t even remember. I found out through the array of questions from the warrior, Cassandra, and another woman with red hair named Leliana, that I had been found stepping out of a rift with this green mark upon my hand. I also found out that I was the only one to survive the blast…. All those people... dead

I managed to convince them that I truly didn’t remember what happened, and Cassandra took me outside, then showed me what they were calling the breach. An extensive hole in the sky above a massive rift, where evidently demons had been pouring out for the past few days. I saw the hole expand slightly with a thundering rumble; and my mark flickered with piercing pain in response. I stumbled into the snow as the pain gripped me. Cassandra bent to my level, her eyes looked into mine; she told me that the mark expanded every time the breach did, and that it was going to kill me. But there was a possibility, however faint, that it could help close the breach. That I could help save these people.

She seemed a little surprised when I told her that I would willingly help. As though she thought the shackles on my wrists, the harsh words to my face, or the swords to my throat would change my moral standing. If there was a chance I could save innocent people, I would take it. Her demeaner softened slightly towards me as she helped me to my feet, and guided me through the camp. Even without being told, I could tell that every person we passed thought I was guilty. It’s not that I could blame them for thinking it. Their holy leader and many others ripped away from them, and I survived? Looking in their faces I could see their terror, their utter lack of hope. But were they not more afraid of losing what they had left?  A hole in the sky dropping demons who demolish everything in their path, and in their fear they looked for anyone they could blame, so they would see me executed that moment if they could.

When we made it through the main gate, Cassandra released me from my shackles. A decision she would be glad she made. We pushed through the roads toward where the temple once stood and she told me what had happened as we went. The path dropped onto a thickly frozen lake and a couple demons charged towards us. Cassandra told me to stay behind her as she went to face them on her own. Luckily I found a simple bow and arrows among the dead. I aided Cassandra until the demons had fallen, then she pointed her sword at me as if I would strike her down with the very weapons I just used to save her life. But by her demand, I offered to leave them behind. She paused, then pulling her sword away told me to keep them. “I should remember that you agreed to come willingly” she informed me, and that she didn’t want to leave me defenseless. So we marched on.

A little farther on a small rift hovered above a fight between four demons, a dwarf, and an elf. Cassandra runs to their aid and I shoot the demons from a short distance away. Once the demons had fallen, the elf grabbed my wrist and forced it toward the rift. A strange link formed between the rift and my mark, and when he pulled my hand back, the rift sealed. I glanced at my hand a moment before looking back at the male elf, asking him what he had done. He just gave me a slight smile as he replied “I did nothing. The credit is yours”. He then informed me he had theorized that because the magic that opened the breach also placed the mark on my hand, it might be able to close the rifts left in the breach’s wake. Being that he had been correct, they believed it might even be able to close the breach itself. “It seems you hold the key to our salvation”. And suddenly, I felt like a heavy weight had just been dropped on my shoulders.

The dwarf approached me, with what I found to be best described as his own kind of swagger. He had half of his red hair pulled back behind his head, a friendly face, and moderate amount of chest hair he seemed fond of putting on display. “Varric Tethras: rogue, storyteller, and occasionally unwelcome tagalong”. He finished his sentence with a wink towards the warrior who stood behind me. She only scowled at him and turned in disgust. He seemed somewhat pleased at her response. I smiled at his introduction and asked him if he was part of the Chantry, which earned a chuckle out of the elf and a light hearted comment as to whether I was serious. The dwarf hardly glances at him before giving me his attention once again, and informing me that he was technically a prisoner, like myself. Cassandra stepped forward in defense, saying she had brought him to speak with the Divine; though clearly that was no longer necessary. He then commented on how it was lucky for them that he was around to help with the current circumstances.

After that I complimented him on his intriguing cross bow, and he gave me a wide, prideful grin. “Ah, isn’t she?” he glanced around at the beloved weapon rested on his back as he told me her name was Bianca. I made an amused question of him naming his crossbow Bianca, and he just nodded “Of course. And she’ll be great company in the valley”. Cassandra objected to him being involved any farther, but Varric reminded her of their current state in this fight. And the truth of the matter was, no matter what she thought, he was right. She needed him. Cassandra merely turns once more in disgust. I didn’t mind the thought of him tagging along, I believed him to be a rather amusing addition.

Once the short argument between the two made its abrupt end, I turned to greet the elf at my side with a smile, and he greets me in kind. His delicate ears pointed back more than they did up, much like my own. His head was cleanly shaven against his long jaw line and tall thin frame. His eyes and brows narrow, but in a way that was almost welcoming. “My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions. I’m pleased to see you still live”. Varric piped up beside me “He means, ‘I kept that mark from killing you while you slept’”. I asked him about the mark and Cassandra let me know that Solas was an apostate who was well versed in such matters. “Technically, all mages are now apostates, Cassandra” he then told us that through his travels he had learned much about the Fade, more than that of any Circle mage. And that he came to offer his help against the Breach, being that if it was not closed, everyone would be doomed regardless of origin. When I thanked him for his help with the mark he told me I could thank him if we were able to close the Breach without killing me in the prosses. I commended him on his actions, and he simply informed me that it was the sensible thing to do, though sense seemed to be in short supply.

He then turned to Cassandra, informing her that he had never seen magic like that which had branded my hand. And that he found it difficult to believe that even a mage could have such a power as that lodged in my palm. She acknowledges his statement and implores us to move onward. Solas and Cassandra took up the front and Varric looks up at me “Well, Bianca’s excited”, then we followed after the other two. Climbing over rubble left behind from the blast Solas warns of demons ahead of us, and Varric called up to Cassandra “Glad you brought me now, Seeker?”. She made little effort to reply her annoyance before rushing at one of the four demons. I found it strange just how close Varric liked to be to the fray; while Solas tried to stay at more of a distance, standing only a few feet in front of me. Cassandra, as expected, kept herself right in the middle of it.

The demons fell and I subconsciously checked the wellbeing of my new comrades, who seemed relatively unscathed. I found myself leading the odd group when Solas spoke up from behind me; “You are Dalish, but clearly away from the rest of your clan. Did they send you here?”. I could tell when we met that he was not Dalish, but somehow it still felt strange having an elven companion that was not of my clan. I inquired of his knowledge regarding the Dalish, and he told me he had wandered many roads and crossed paths with my people more than once. My people? The way he spoke of them was as though he did not connect the Dalish with our kind, like we where not all elves. I told him we were both of the same people, and his response was almost hesitant, as if he did not quite expect such an answer. “The Dalish I met felt… differently on the subject”. Varric quipped asking why elves can’t just play nice for once. In all honesty, I wondered the same thing. I respected my history, but I didn’t hang on it’s every word like some elves did, and I certainly didn’t hate other elves just because they saw things differently. Dalish, City elves, apostate elves, we are all elves, even though we have been raised differently. But Solas seemed to see the Dalish with a particularly harsh distaste. And I wondered why.

About that time my mark flared, I muffled a short cry as I gripped my hand and took a sharp breath. The three eyed me with some concern and Solas tells them that we must hurry, before the mark consumed me. So I grit my teeth and moved on. As we trudged up the snow covered hill, I heard Varric ask me if I was innocent. I still didn’t remember what had happened, and I told him as much. “That’ll get you every time” he told me, then added how I should have spun a story. Cassandra spoke her disapproval saying how that’s what he would have done; Varric shrugged back at her and told her how “It’s more believable, and less prone to result in premature execution”. Despite how they disagreed, I found myself entertained by their banter.

Cassandra voiced a concern for Leliana as we fought off more demons, Varric assured her that with Leliana’s resourcefulness, she would be fine. A little farther on and we reached the gate to the forward camp, which of course was blocked by a rift and more demons. We helped the soldiers overcome the demons and I used the mark to close the rift. Cassandra called up for them to open the gate and after some passing comments on how I did well and how that stupid mark was good for something, we walked in. Supplies and soldiers were scattered around the long slender camp. I saw Leliana arguing with a man from the chantry and found, much to my annoyance, that I was once again the topic of discussion. Leliana looked relieved at our arrival, this other person, Chancellor Roderick I was told, eyed me with disgust. It took less than two seconds to know that this man was going to be trouble for me for as long as he could manage it. Leliana attempted an introduction, but then this Roderick fellow cut her off with an “I know who she is”, and as this great authority I order this criminal to be bound and sent off to be executed. Like we didn’t have bigger problems. Cassandra scowled at the man, informing him through an array of insults that she did not take orders from him. He sent his own insults back in kind on how she supposedly served the Chantry. Leliana reminded him that they served only the Divine, and after he brought up how Divine Justinia was dead and how a new Divine would be elected, I knew the conversation was going nowhere. And we didn’t have time for that.

I tried to bring the conversation back to the current threat by reminding them that closing the Breach was a more pressing issue. Which just turned him back on me and how I was obviously the one who caused the problem to begin with. He told Cassandra to call a retreat, that the position they held was hopeless. I stood as they discussed how there was still a possibility to close the Breach, and the best path to reach it. But again, they couldn’t agree. I flinched as I felt the pain of the mark jolt through my arm. I could almost feel the slight concern from the elf and dwarf behind me. Though I was yet to decide if that was for me personally, or because if I died, we were all dead. Then suddenly Cassandra turns to me, “How do you think we should proceed?”. And all I could think at that moment was, are you serious? So I asked, if they were really asking me my opinion on the matter. I heard Solas comment on how I had the mark, and Cassandra nodded. She told me how I was the one that they had to keep alive, and since they couldn’t decide, they thought it best that I did. So I betted for Cassandra’s plan of a charged assault, which I gathered with leave us with less casualties. I knew it wasn’t likely I would live through whatever was happening, and if I was going to die, I would do anything I could to keep others from doing the same.

Cassandra set the plan in motion and we once again headed onward for the temple. Soldiers ran ahead of us as we headed up a stone stair case. My heart ached as we reached the camp above; exhausted fighters were trying to rest, tend to the wounded, sharpen weapons, or cover the dead. To think that they could fight so bravely, yet still be lost. The weight on my shoulders just grew heavier. Solas warns of another rift and moments later a soldier’s body is flung down our next flight of stairs. I heard Varric ask something about the number of rifts as we assisted those in the assault; Solas comments on how we must seal it if we are to pass, and Cassandra just rushes me to do so. Once the demons fell, I pulled back and closed the rift. Solas commended my efforts, saying I had become quite proficient sealing the rifts. Varric simply states what we were all thinking, on how he hoped it would work on the big one.

I saw a soldier approach us from the side, one that I assumed to be a commander. An assumption Cassandra soon confirmed. He had short blond hair, a thick fur collar, and a heavy set of Templar armor. He congratulated Cassandra on closing the rift, which she graciosity led him to give me the credit, that it was my mark that completed the task. I gave him my full attention as he turned to me, “Is it? I hope they’re right about you. We’ve lost a lot of people getting you here”. I felt a hollow in my stomach at the last of his statement. And all I could tell him was that I couldn’t promise anything, and that I would do my best. He nodded his approval of the statement with a simple “That’s all we can ask”. Then he informed us that our way to the temple was clear, and we quickly continued on.

We dropped from the broken road down toward the ruins of the temple and I heard Solas in slight awe from behind me, “The Temple of Sacred Ashes” and Varric soon after “What’s left of it”. The ground was heavily scorched, fire still clinging to wooden objects and statue like corpses. We walked through what was left of the great stone building until we reach an open space. My heart drops as I see the true size of the rift. I heard Varric comment on how high up it was and I wondered if I would even be in range for the mark to work. Leliana broke the momentary silence as she came up from behind us, glad that we made it. Cassandra told her to direct her archers around the walls of the temple, she nodded her acknowledgement and started putting the archers in position. Then Cassandra turned to me “This is your chance to end this. Are you ready?”. All I could think was no, but it’s not like that really mattered. So I told her I would try, even though I wasn’t sure I would be able to reach it, much less close it. Solas told me that this rift was the first, and if we could seal it, we might seal the Breach as well. I could only hope that I managed to seal it.

With archers filing around the edge, we made our way towards the stairs. Suddenly a loud voice sounded from the fade “Now is the hour of our victory. Bring forth the sacrifice”. Cassandra asked what we had heard, and Solas guessed that it had been who created the Breach. As we continued, I saw some sort of unnatural spikes of red substance I had never seen growing from the rock. Then I heard Varric speak to Cassandra, and I got an explanation. “You know this stuff is red lyrium, Seeker”. Even though it was a substance to help magic users, I had come into contact with lyrium previously. But this stuff? This stuff was wrong. The lyrium I had seen was always blue, and I believe it only had an effect on you if you ingested it. This red lyrium though, it practically radiated some sort of unstable magic. That alone was enough to keep me from wanting to touch it; but between the tone in Varric’s voice, and his uneasy body language, I didn’t even want to get close. Varric asked why it was there, and Solas informed him that magic could have drawn on the lyrium under the temple and corrupted it. Varric just shook his head “It’s evil. Whatever you do don’t touch it”.

Another echo from the Fade sounded out as we hurry down the steps. The person from before spoke again, saying to keep the sacrifice still. Then a woman calls out for help, and Cassandra recognizes it to be Divine Justinia’s voice. I stepped down onto the floor of the open space, the others close behind. My mark flares again and farther echoes of the scene played out in visual form. I heard my own voice as my figure stepped into the vison, Justinia called out to me, told me to leave and warn the others. But the strange, shadowy figure before her acknowledged me by complaining of an intruder, and telling someone I should be slain. With a flash of light the images vanish, and Cassandra once again sees fit to bombard me with question I could not answer. I told her I didn’t know, and Solas told us that the Fade was bleeding in, what we had seen were echoes of what had happened here.

“This rift is not sealed, but it is closed… albeit temporarily”, Solas let us know that he believed with the mark the rift could be opened again, and closed properly. But of course, that meant we would probably get the attention of demons on the other side. So we prepared for a fight, and I opened the rift. Though I had never seen one in person, I recognized the huge creature that came out as a Pride demon. It was easily the size of a house turned on its side. The archers fired, the people on the ground charged, but the demon didn’t seem anything more than agitated at the attack. They continued wearing it down, and I pulled away from the group to disrupt the rift. After doing so it seemed to daze it temporarily, and a few smaller demons appeared. I did what I could to help take them down, and keep my allies alive; but it was a lot to take on. I could feel myself waning, so much was going on, and I had never been prepared for something like this. Eventually the smaller demons were taken down, and the Pride demon fell. And I gave the rift all I had, praying that it would be enough to finish this. I felt my body fall back as I pulled, sealing the rift. The remnants of it shooting up towards the Breach, and releasing large burst of energy when it reached it. I felt my body collapse as my mark flared, my vision darkened and I soon found myself unconscious. I didn’t remember anything after that.

I woke up in a cabin, raising up to find an young elven girl with a package of some sort. When she saw that I was awake, she suddenly looked afraid, dropping the box she had been carrying. She franticly apologized saying she hadn’t known I was awake. I was utterly confused, but I tried to calm her, telling her it was okay; but then she just dropped to her knees, and begged me for my forgiveness and blessing, that she was just a humble servant. I had begun to wonder what I had done to cause such a reaction from the poor girl, until she spoke again, and it started to make sense. “You’re back in Haven, my lady. They say you saved us”; she told me how the Breach had stopped growing, as did my mark. And how it was all people could talk about for the past three days, while I was unconscious. I had hoped the danger was over, but she told me the Breach was still in the sky, so I supposed it wasn’t. I felt bad for her, the way she nearly tripped over her words, and commented on how she was just telling me what other people said, as though I would be offended by her speaking to me. She told me that Lady Cassandra would want to know I was awake, “at once!” she said. I asked her where Cassandra was and she informed me that she was in the Chantry with the Lord Chancellor, ending her sentence with a reiteration of “at once!”. She had hardly finished speaking before she scurried out the door.

I sat on the edge of the bed a moment to observe the room, then rose to examine some papers on the nearby desk. “Vain hope: Someone better at this than me takes over before the survivor expires. Notes in case”, this was followed by series of notes that I assumed pertained to my well being from the past few days. Evidently the person who had been charged to care for me, was either replaced or accompanied by a mage. That didn’t surprise me given the magical nature of the mark, which was probably the cause of my illness in the first place. Observations on my condition and some treatments that had been used were listed. Apparently I had muttered things in my unconscious state, something about to many eyes, and something called the grey. I didn’t remember making any sort of movements or sounds while I slept, that somewhat disturbed me. I was happy to see that the healer chosen was kind enough to see me as a patient more than a prisoner and seemed to care what happened to my life. Especially under the context that two locals had tried to kill me already. I looked in the box the young elf left behind to find a set of clothes, which I changed into shortly after.

Satisfied with my knowledge of the space I grasped the nob of the door, my since of surroundings prickled at what lay beyond. I opened the door and instantly became thoroughly unnerved at the sight before me. Two soldiers guarded my building, and just past them a path was carved out between a thick gathering of people who watched my every move. As I made my way through the crowd I could hear them whispering, though it wasn’t quite what I had expected. Listening I found out that they no longer thought I was guilty of the explosion, but that Andraste had sent me. I couldn’t understand these people. One moment they would kill me for a crime I didn’t commit, and the next they whispered reverence just short of worship toward me, giving me the title Herald of Andraste. I felt a little better once I got away from the large group; seeing only a few people here and there as I made my up to the large, stone structure at the back of the camp. I stepped through its over sized doors into the main room. Candles lit the sides of the thick hall until I reached its end, stopping just before the door.

I could hear Cassandra arguing with Chancellor Roderick over what should be done with me. The Chancellor still wanted me executed, but I was pleased that Cassandra believed I was innocent. He brought up how I had failed to seal the Breach, trying to convince her of my guilt. Cassandra, however, would not be swayed. And she did not seem like the type to change her mind easily once it was made up. The conversation then turned as to who served who and I decided I had no farther reason to eavesdrop, so I made my entrance. I opened the door and it was like my mere presence offended the man. He ordered the guards inside to chain me and prepare me for transport. Cassandra just told them to disregard the order, and leave the room. They gave her a respective salute and closed the door behind them. The Chancellor scowled at her and told her she was walking a fine line. Her response to him was that the Breach was still a problem and that she wouldn’t ignore it. I tried showing my support for her statement, telling him I had done what I could to close the Breach and nearly died in the process. He looked down on me and simply commented on how convenient it was for me that I had lived through it. My frustration level with that man, was becoming rather high. And by the tone in Cassandra’s voice, I wasn’t the only one. “Have a care, Chancellor. The Breach is not the only threat we face”.

With that the whole conversation suddenly turned on its head. Leliana, who had been quietly listening by Cassandra’s side, spoke up. She mentioned how the Divine didn’t expect such an attack from whoever set the explosion. That the person responsible could have died in the fire, or that they could have allies who still lived. I watched his face twist at her implication, and seemed awestruck that they considered him a suspect. Particularly since they had ruled me out as one. Leliana let him know he was not the only one to be considered, but he turned it back on me. Again trying to persuade them otherwise, asking if they really thought that the fact I lived and I had a magic mark on my hand was just a coincidence. Cassandra told him she thought it was providence, that The Maker had sent me when they needed it most. Even I felt the need to ask if she really felt that way. That I was some heaven sent savior, even if I was a Dalish elf. She just told me that she was not one to question The Maker’s will, and that humans were not the only race who had a concern for the fate of the world. Leliana reminded me that my mark was their only hope of closing the Breach. The Chancellor objects that it isn’t for them to decide, and I saw the look of complete frustration on Cassandra’s face. I watched as she turned grabbed a dense book with an embellished cover, and slammed it on the table in front of him. She asked him if he knew what it was, but clearly didn’t intend to get an answer from him. She informed him that it was a writ from the Divine that gave them authority to act, and as of that moment she declared the Inquisition reborn. I hid a smile as she continued, jabbing him in the chest as she forced him back towards the door. “We will close the Breach, we will find those responsible, and we will restore order with or without your approval”. I was rather happy to see the displeased look on his face as he silently left the room.

Leliana let me know that rebuilding the Inquisition was the directive of the Divine. To find those who would stand against the chaos. But that we weren’t ready, we had no leader, no numbers, and no Chantry support. Cassandra stepped up, saying we had no choice, it had to be done. And that they needed me by their side. I could tell she didn’t want me to feel forced into the responsibility, which I appreciated. But she was right, without me they didn’t have the mark, and without the mark, they were doomed to fail. I asked them what the Inquisition of old was, and they explained that it had preceded the Chantry. That it was made to bring together people who would restore order in a world gone mad. And after that it became the Templar order, but the Templars had lost they’re way. We needed people who would do what had to be done all under one banner once again. Being a little confused I asked if they were still part of the Chantry. Cassandra snorted at that thought, Leliana explained that the Chantry would take time to choose a new Divine and wait for her direction. But we could not wait, we were on our own, and would probably stay that way. I told them that if they were truly trying to restore order, that I would willingly help them. Cassandra shook my hand with an approving smile, and everyone stepped away to start putting the Inquisition in motion.

I wandered through the high bordered camp, Leliana was sending off her messenger crows, and Cassandra walked past, inspecting the work around her. I also saw the Commander I had met on the field nailing posters up for the Inquisition. I paused at the Chantry building as Leliana and the Commander joined me, Cassandra not far behind. And we watched as the largest of the Inquisition’s banners unfurled its full length from its high placement. ------------------------ I have a little more written, but this seemed like a good cut off point, and I’m not sure if I will complete it. I hope to add a picture of Elbona at some point though.