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the detective & the dark knight | chapter 5
Summary: Detective Marie Manning, investigating a series of brutal murders in Gotham, crosses paths with the mysterious Batman. As they work together, their mutual respect turns into a deep, passionate bond. Amidst danger and corruption, their unlikely partnership evolves into a profound love, forever changing their lives in Gotham’s dark corners.
Pairing: Batman/Bruce Wayne x f!main character
Author’s note: Enjoy lots of good ole’ fluff + emo Bruce falling head over heels for Marie.
Word count: 4.1k
Warnings/tags: mentions of gun violence, police bribes, fighting
Chapter List
The Gotham skyline stretched out like a sprawling maze of steel and shadows. Batman stood on a rooftop, his cape flowing in the crisp night air, his gaze fixed on the city below. The search for leads on the Red Lotus case had turned cold, leaving him restless. The recent confrontation with Marie had left an awkward tension between them that they hadn’t addressed.
Marie, meanwhile, stood beside the bat-signal, her breath misting in the chill as she stared at the beacon’s light. Despite their recent clash, she knew she needed Batman tonight. Her shift in focus had led her to a new line of inquiry, and the Iceberg Lounge was the epicenter of tonight's investigation.
It was a seedy place, notorious for its dangerous clientele, and it was the kind of place that was unforgiving to anyone, let alone a cop. She had learned her lesson from her previous misadventure, and she wasn't about to walk into another trap unprepared.
A shadow detached itself from the darkness and landed beside her. Batman’s imposing figure was outlined against the city lights as he approached. Marie turned to him, trying to hide the nerves she felt.
“Thanks for coming,” Marie said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a flicker of apprehension. “I’m heading into the Iceberg Lounge. I’m looking for Oswald Cobblepot. This place isn’t exactly friendly to cops, so I could use some backup.”
Batman’s gaze, obscured by the cowl, bore into her with a mix of curiosity and concern. “You need my help?”
Marie’s lips curved into a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, I’m hoping to avoid another lecture. Remember last time?”
A ghost of a smile touched Batman’s lips, a rare, almost imperceptible hint of amusement. “I’ll do my best to keep my comments to myself.”
Marie’s eyebrow arched, her tone light but tinged with underlying tension. “All business tonight, huh?”
Batman’s voice was a low, rumbling growl. “If it means keeping you safe, then yes.”
Marie’s gaze softened, her eyes lingering on him as he stood next to the bat-signal. “Thanks. I appreciate it. Let’s hope tonight doesn’t turn into another mess.”
Batman nodded, his expression unreadable. “I’ll find a spot near the building to keep an eye on you. Use the earpiece if you need anything.” He said, tossing her a small piece of hardware.
With that, Batman melded back into the shadows, his form disappearing as he moved swiftly and silently across the rooftops. Marie watched him go, feeling the weight of their recent tension but also a flicker of reassurance.
Marie turned and made her way down the stairwell to the street. The chill of the night air hit her as she emerged, and she headed towards the Iceberg Lounge. The nightclub’s entrance loomed ahead, its heavy, ornate doors hinting at the chaos within.
As she approached, Marie’s attention was drawn to a group of shady figures lurking near the alleyway. Their eyes followed her with an unsettling intensity. Marie’s hand instinctively reached for her weapon as she passed the entrance.
"Be careful, looks like you're not alone out there." Batman's voice rang through the earpiece. Marie looked out into the darkness of the night, briefly nodding in response.
Inside, the Iceberg Lounge was a labyrinth of dim lighting and smoky haze. Marie’s gaze swept over the crowd, searching for Cobblepot. The music was loud, and the atmosphere was tense, with patrons watching her every move.
Marie finally spotted Oswald Cobblepot in a private booth, engaged in a heated conversation with two men. She approached cautiously, her heart pounding with a blend of anticipation and apprehension.
“Mr. Cobblepot,” she said loudly over the music, “I’m Detective Marie Manning. I need to speak with you about some recent investigations.”
Cobblepot looked up, his beady eyes assessing her with disdain. “A cop, huh? You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve showing up here.”
Marie’s tone was resolute. “I’m here for information. I know you’ve got answers about Falcone. This isn’t a negotiation.”
Cobblepot’s sneer widened, but he motioned for her to come closer. “Fine. Let’s talk. But not here. Too many ears.”
Marie followed Oswald Cobblepot to a more secluded area of the Iceberg Lounge, noticing his walk that looked more like a waddle. The dimly lit corner offered a modicum of privacy, though the lounge’s usual raucous atmosphere still hummed in the background. Marie cast a wary glance around, then focused on Cobblepot.
“Mr. Cobblepot,” she began, her tone firm yet measured, “I need to talk to you about the Red Lotus murders. I believe you might have some information that could help with the investigation.”
Cobblepot's lips curled into a smirk as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with interest. “The Red Lotus, huh? That’s quite a mess. You think I’d be involved in something like that?”
Marie’s gaze was steady. “I’m not accusing you. I just need to know if you’ve heard anything—anything at all—that could point me in the right direction.”
Cobblepot chuckled darkly, his fingers drumming on the table. “Well, since you’re asking so nicely... I have heard whispers. There’s a certain element in Gotham that’s been trying to leverage the chaos caused by the Red Lotus murders. Some say they’re using it to cover their tracks or settle old scores.”
Marie’s eyes sharpened. “Who are they?”
Cobblepot leaned in, lowering his voice. “The whispers mention someone who’s been moving in and out of the city’s underbelly. They say this person has connections with some very powerful players. But who exactly? That’s the million-dollar question. I might be able to dig up more details if you’re willing to scratch my back a bit.”
Before Marie could respond, a loud crash erupted from the entrance of the lounge. The front door flew open, and a group of masked men burst in, their weapons gleaming under the neon lights. The patrons screamed and scrambled for cover, the room erupting into chaos.
Marie instinctively reached for her weapon, her heart racing as she took in the situation. Cobblepot’s face went pale, and he ducked behind the table, clearly terrified.
“Batman,” Marie said into her earpiece, her voice tight with urgency. “We’ve got an armed group attacking the lounge.”
Batman’s voice crackled through the earpiece, calm and commanding. “On my way. Stay safe and get out if it gets too dangerous.”
Marie quickly assessed the scene. The masked men were advancing with purpose, brandishing weapons and shouting orders. They seemed intent on clearing out the space.
She fought her way towards the nearest masked attacker, her movements precise and practiced. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. The lounge was a storm of flying debris, shouting patrons, and the smell of smoke.
Amidst the chaos, Batman made his dramatic entrance, his silhouette cutting through the melee with a swift, imposing presence. He immediately began to neutralize the attackers, his actions synchronized with Marie’s as they worked together to fend off the masked men.
“Stay back,” Batman growled as he shielded Marie from an incoming attack, his eyes darting between her and an oncoming masked attacker.
Relying on her kickboxing skills, Marie managed to subdue one of the attackers. She glanced at Batman, who was now dispatching the last of the intruders. Cobblepot had vanished, his opportunity to escape amidst the chaos.
With the immediate threat dealt with, Batman turned to Marie, his voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?” His eyes scanned her up and down, looking for injuries.
Marie, breathing heavily, nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. But Cobblepot got away.”
“Then what are we waiting here for?” Batman asked, turning quickly and heading out the back of the club. Marie followed.
Marie and Batman emerged from the Iceberg Lounge, their breath misting in the chilly night air. They scoured the nearby alley.
“Dammit, he’s gone,” Marie muttered, frustration evident in her voice. She scanned the long alley, but it was empty. “He’s slippery as hell.”
Batman’s gaze was intense, his voice low but firm. “He’s got to be hiding somewhere nearby. He’s not going to risk crossing Falcone.”
Marie sighed, rubbing her temples. “I bet he set up that raid to get rid of me.”
Batman glanced at her, his expression unreadable behind the mask. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”
Marie nodded, trying to keep her frustration in check. “So what now? Do we just wait around hoping he shows up?”
Batman’s jaw tightened. “There’s a good chance he’s got a hideout or safehouse nearby. Knowing Cobblepot, he won’t be able to stay out of trouble for long.”
Marie leaned against the wall, shaking her head. “I don’t want this case dragging on forever. There haven’t been any new murders recently, which means the case is that much closer to going cold.”
Batman stepped closer, his voice softening slightly. “I know. We’ll figure this out. Cobblepot’s not the only player in this game, but he’s a start.”
Marie looked at him, a mix of gratitude and exhaustion in her eyes. “Thanks. I appreciate you sticking by me tonight, especially with everything that went down.”
Batman’s gaze was steady, his voice a low rumble. “Seems like you learned your lesson from last time." He hesitated, then added quietly, almost to himself, “You’ve made the nights a bit more bearable.”
Marie hesitated, then asked, “You think we’ll still be working together after the Red Lotus case is over? I’ve gotten used to having you around.”
His voice was gentle. “I’d like that”
Marie managed a small smile, her tone light. “Alright, let’s head out. I’ve got a date later, and I refuse to be late.”
Batman’s eyes met hers, “A date?”
Marie raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Is it really that surprising that someone wants to date me?”
Batman’s expression shifted back to its usual intensity. "No, just didn't expect it."
Marie shrugged playfully as she started walking towards the precinct. “Well, I’m full of surprises.”
She called over her shoulder, “I’ll bat-signal you if I need you.”
When she looked back, Batman had already vanished into the shadows, leaving the alley empty and silent.
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Later that evening, Bruce Wayne and Marie enjoyed a quiet dinner at an upscale restaurant. The soft lighting and soothing music created a serene atmosphere, a welcome change from their usual intense interactions.
Marie and Bruce had been on several dates recently, each one drawing them closer. Tonight, they were relaxed and at ease, their conversation flowing effortlessly.
Marie leaned in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You wouldn’t believe the run-in I had with Oswald Cobblepot tonight,” she began, her tone animated. “It was something straight out of a crime novel.”
Bruce’s interest was immediately piqued. “Really? I’ve heard he’s quite the character."
Marie's expression became one of amused disbelief. “Oh, he’s every bit as eccentric as they say. I approached him about the Red Lotus case, and he was waddling around like a penguin—no joke. The resemblance is uncanny.”
Bruce leaned in, clearly captivated, even though he’d already known what happened. “And what did he do?”
Marie grinned, clearly enjoying recounting the encounter. “At first, he was all about playing it cool, acting like he was just a regular businessman. But the moment I mentioned the Red Lotus, his demeanor shifted. He got this calculating look in his eye. It was like he was deciding how much he could get away with telling me.”
Bruce’s eyes widened with curiosity. “What did he say?”
Marie’s smile widened as she remembered. “He dropped hints like he had some crucial info but played it super coy. It was like he was getting off on the power trip of making me chase him. Frustrating as hell, but kinda fascinating, too.”
Bruce nodded, clearly engrossed. “Sounds like a challenging encounter. I’m sure dealing with someone like Cobblepot requires a unique set of skills.”
“It does. Every day’s a new battle, but I love it. There’s something addictive about putting the pieces together and outsmarting the criminals.” Marie responded. I know exactly what you mean, Bruce thought.
Marie continued, her eyes meeting his. “It’s nice to be able to laugh about it now. I’m really glad we can unwind like this.”
Bruce’s gaze softened, a look of genuine admiration in his eyes. “I really am. It’s great to have a break from the noise and just enjoy a night out.”
As the evening went on, they chatted about everything, from old college memories to recent news, their laughter mixing with the gentle background music. It felt easy and natural, a welcome change from their usual high-stress interactions.
As they finished up their dinner, Bruce gave Marie a playful grin. “So, how about I show you around Wayne Manor?” he suggested. “Don’t worry, no fancy galas or over-the-top millionaires this time. Just me—if you can put up with me for a few more hours.”
“I’d love that.” Marie smiled.
The drive to Wayne Manor was peaceful, the city lights casting a soft glow on the darkened streets. When they arrived at the manor, Bruce led her inside, his demeanor gentle and inviting.
“This place,” Marie said, looking around at the grandeur of Wayne Manor, “it’s even more breathtaking when it’s empty. There’s something calming about it.”
Bruce nodded, his eyes reflecting a touch of nostalgia. “This place has always been a sanctuary for me,” he said softly. “As a child, it was alive with laughter and energy. Now it’s quieter, but it still holds so many memories.”
“Feel free to look around,” he added, though his mind was already drifting to the Batcave below, where he needed to check in to make sure Gotham was calm for the night.
"I'll be right back." Bruce said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
Marie moved through the rooms, her steps light and curious. She admired the grand architecture and the space, but one room particularly captivated her: a sitting room with floor-to-ceiling windows and oversized paintings. She stopped in front of a portrait of Bruce’s parents, their faces warm and kind. Bruce looked so much like his father.
As she stood there, lost in thought and unsure how much time had passed, she suddenly felt Bruce’s presence behind her. His hand gently caressed her lower back.
“They were lovely,” Marie said softly.
“They were,” Bruce replied, his voice low, “I think about them often.”
They stood together in a comfortable silence. After a moment, she spoke again. “You know, I love what I do because it’s a way to make a difference—so others don’t have to go through what we did as kids.”
Bruce took a moment before responding, his gaze softening. “I’m impressed by that. It’s rare to find someone who gets it the way you do.”
Marie looked up, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “You really think so?”
Bruce returned her smile, his eyes warm. “Definitely. It’s one of the things I admire most about you.”
As they stood in front of the painting, Marie leaned her head against Bruce’s chest, feeling a deep sense of contentment. The mansion’s tranquil atmosphere was a stark contrast to the bustling, noisy world they had navigated earlier.
“I’m really glad you’re here,” Bruce murmured against her ear, his voice soft and sincere.
Marie lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes filled with warmth. “Me too. This place is incredible.”
He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks. Marie’s breath caught in her throat, and before she could react, Bruce’s lips met hers in a tender, exploratory kiss. It was a soft, lingering touch that spoke volumes.
Marie responded instinctively, her hands reaching up to rest on Bruce’s shoulders. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate as the heat of their emotions took over. Bruce’s arms encircled her, pulling her closer. The outside world vanished, leaving just the two of them in this perfect, heated moment.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their faces flushed with the intensity of their emotions. Bruce’s eyes were filled with a mix of relief and longing. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted quietly.
Marie’s smile was radiant, her eyes reflecting a sense of joy and surprise. “I’m happy you did.”
Bruce chuckled softly, his gaze filled with affection.
Marie spoke up, “So, what’s next? Do we just stand here or...?”
Bruce’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. “How about some ice cream? I’ve got a tub waiting in the kitchen.”
Marie’s eyes widened in playful excitement. “Ice cream sounds perfect.”
Grabbing her hand, Bruce excitedly led her to the large kitchen, where he retrieved a tub of ice cream from the freezer and grabbed two spoons. Marie perched herself on the counter, her legs swinging slightly as they dug into the ice cream.
Marie looked at him with a playful grin. “You know, I can practically feel this ice cream going straight to my hips.”
Bruce chuckled, leaning on his elbows over the counter beside her. “Your hips are magnificent.”
Marie laughed, playfully nudging him. “You’re just trying to flatter me to distract me from the extra calories.”
Bruce couldn’t help himself. He leaned in, his lips grazing hers in a tender kiss. Marie melted into the touch, the lingering sweetness of the ice cream mingling with the warmth of their embrace.
Their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, a perfect reflection of the emotions that had been building between them. Bruce’s hands gently traced the contours of Marie’s back, their connection intensifying as they lost themselves in each other. The ice cream tub sat forgotten, and began to melt as their attention shifted entirely to each other.
Just then, a soft rustling sound from outside the room interrupted their moment. Bruce’s eyes widened with a mix of surprise and amusement. He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against Marie’s ear as he whispered with a playful grin, “That’s Alfred. My butler.”
Marie’s eyes widened in surprise, and she bit back a giggle. “Should we, um, move...?”
Before she could finish, the door to the kitchen creaked open. Alfred’s voice, filled with curiosity and mild surprise, floated into the room. “Master Bruce, I was just checking if you needed anything—oh!”
Alfred’s voice trailed off as he took in the sight before him: Bruce and Marie, entangled in each other’s arms with remnants of their ice cream adventure scattered around.
Bruce and Marie exchanged a sheepish glance. Bruce held up his ice cream spoon in a mock salute. “Just enjoying some late-night ice cream. Nothing to see here.”
Alfred’s expression softened into a knowing smile. “Ah, I see. Well, I hope you both are having a good time.”
Bruce turned to Marie, an affectionate smile on his face. “Alfred, this is my, uh, Marie,” he said, his tone uneven as he considered how to introduce her.
Alfred bowed his head slightly. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Marie. I trust the ice cream is to your liking?”
“It’s delicious, Alfred, thank you,” Marie smiled.
As Alfred’s footsteps receded, Bruce turned back to Marie, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and affection. “Well, that was a bit of an interruption,” he said with a chuckle.
Marie’s cheeks flushed as she buried her head into Bruce’s chest.
Bruce’s smile widened as he rubbed his hand over her hair. “I promise there won’t be any more surprises.”
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Marie was half-asleep in Bruce’s expansive, beautifully decorated living room. They were nestled on the grand sectional in front of the crackling fireplace, the warmth from the flames creating a cozy cocoon around them. Bruce’s strong arms were wrapped around her, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath her ear.
After hours of talking—sharing stories of their childhoods, their aspirations, and their fears—Marie’s voice was soft and drowsy. “Can I tell you something about my job that I’m not supposed to tell anyone?”
Bruce’s gaze was gentle as he looked down at her. “Of course.”
Marie shifted slightly, her head resting comfortably on his chest. “If I tell you this, you have to promise to keep it a secret. I haven’t shared it with anyone before.”
Bruce’s fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch tender and reassuring. The warmth of his hand against her cheek could have sent her to sleep right then. “You can trust me.”
Marie took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “Are you familiar with the Batman?”
A pang of guilt twisted in Bruce’s chest. He was acutely aware of the deception—the fact that he had been keeping his dual identity a secret from her while she was currently opening up about her partnership with his alter ego. It felt like an unfair imbalance.
“Bruce?” Marie’s voice brought him back to the moment.
“Sorry, yes, I’m familiar. The guy in the—what is it—leather who beats up bad guys?” He tried to keep his tone light, but his mind was racing.
Marie chuckled softly. “It’s not leather. It’s Kevlar.” She paused, then added with a touch of excitement, “I’ve been working with him for the past few months. Remember that murder case I told you about? He’s been helping me with it. We work together almost every night.”
Marie’s voice was barely a whisper as she fought to stay awake. “He has access to all these resources—more than I can even guess. We don’t talk much about anything personal, just the case. He has all these gadgets that give him direct access to police logs, 911 calls... the whole deal.”
She paused, struggling to stay conscious. “I can tell he cares about me, even if he’s not great at showing it. He really doesn’t want me to get hurt. Honestly, he’s been the best part of my job. He makes a difference in this city.” The final part of her sentence came out with a yawn.
Bruce’s heart ached with the weight of his unspoken truth. He was on the edge of revealing everything—the burden of keeping his secret, the tangled emotions he felt for her—but he hesitated. As Marie’s breathing grew deeper, her head resting more heavily against his chest, Bruce struggled with the internal conflict of wanting to be honest with her yet fearing the consequences.
His gaze softened as he looked down at her peaceful face. As he gently ran his fingers through her hair, he longed to share the truth, to lift the weight from his shoulders. But the moment felt too delicate, too perfect to risk shattering. The words remained lodged in his throat, unspoken and heavy.
Marie’s soft, even breaths were the only sound now, and Bruce found solace in the simple intimacy of the moment. With a heavy heart, he decided against confessing, choosing instead to hold her close and savor the comfort of her presence. He resolved to carry the burden a little longer, hoping that one day he’d find the right moment to reveal the truth.
The night wore on in quiet companionship, the warmth of the fire and Marie’s presence offering a brief respite from the tangled web of secrets and emotions that Bruce grappled with.
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👑♠️🥀✍🏼𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩; 𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬
🥀 This review/spotlight has been long overdue. I recently finished the Royal Elite Series and my dark heart cannot cope. This series was so captivating each story more different than the next. @author_rina ’s ability to create book after book with new plot lines, new ideas, new characters, its truly remarkable what she has been able to accomplish. Her characters have a place in my heart forever. Especially, Aiden King… IYKYK. Shoutout to my bestie @readwithpitties for putting me on to Rina.
👑 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛:
0. Cruel King
1. Deviant King
2. Steel Princess
3. Twisted Kingdom
4. Black Knight
5. Vicious Prince
6. Ruthless Empire
7. Royal Elite Epilogue
🥀 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️’s for the entire series. I don’t even know where to begin. So, I guess I’ll just word vomit my love for this series all over your instafeed. This series was just so amazing from start to finish. No two books were alike. Cruel King is like a precursor to the series and opens you up to the RES World. Highly HIGHLY recommend. Levi King is *chefs kiss* and Astrid Clifford is a bad ass with a capital B. Books 1-3 are considered a trilogy and they’re such a wild ride!! I couldn’t get enough of Aiden King and Elsa Steel. The twists and turns were insane. I honestly did not expect anything. These three books kept me on my toes the entire time. Rina is fantastic at building characters and the plot that it was so easy to fly through the first three books, and all the books in general. I honestly didn’t want the trilogy to end. Books 4-7 are equally as amazing as the beginning. Book 5 honestly may have been one of my top 5 of the series. The twists and turns were unexpected. Rina is the queen of romantic suspense.
✨ Full reviews of each to come soon! This series is not one that you would want to miss! As always, please remember that Rina’s books are dark romance and they may not be for everyone, so please check your TWs!! ⛔️
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Considering the news from hours ago, and other things that’s been going on...I’m gonna make this before I go to bed. I’m using parts of my tweet from here. https://twitter.com/Geekgem1/status/1600776657110913024?s=20&t=5HQl82Z_yqflH8fboKcHpQ
Thank you, Zack Snyder and Henry Cavill...for everything.
Thank you, Zack, for giving us the Snyderverse. And along with many who helped you out on them along the way. Man of Steel, Batman V Superman, Zack Snyder's Justice League. Particularly these three, I'll keep on cherishing them.
And thank you Henry Cavill for giving us the best Superman, or more so, my Superman. Thank you giving us your performance as the iconic character.
I won’t forget this universe. Even whatever new reboot comes. I’ll treasure it, always.
Anyway, here’s my rant when the news of Henry not being Superman anymore was...fresh or so. This was sent to @hawkofkrypton my good buddy. Who I wanted to tell first because...it was something. https://twitter.com/Geekgem1/status/1603209861805723649
From a Twitter message, a messy rant/ramble. Unedited and raw. Be warned.
“Henry Cavill was my Superman. Despite I have seen the Superman character in different versions growing up.
I loved Zack's take on the DC universe. And despite how hopeless stuff would be like...this is what happens...after all of the bullying, the insults, the horrible people who act like their better when they need to look at themselves in the mirror. After everything that had happened.
This is what we get...this is what happens... I'll treasure my Blu Ray copies of Zack's DC trilogy forever...they are on the level of The Dark Knight, and I will never forget the impact those films or just...I loved these films. I had wished I became a fan much earlier. But maybe that would've been more painful. I became a full-on Zack fan during 2017 before JL released.
I liked Man of Steel, BVS was mixed to me at first, but the reviews that made me wonder just...I'll never forget the man that had the fuckin balls for the films he made. And this is what happens when people bitch about their being no jokes and 30 minutes being cut out from the film.
Or when a studio becomes a pussy an they hire a racist comic book writer to lead their franchise. Or they hire another abusive asshole to direct and reshot nearly the entire movie. Geoff, Joss, Haramda, and whoever else. People like them are the reason this happened.
Amazing I am listening to some fitting music and...even before that... This is the death of Superman...more so, our Superman...and his last appearance would be possibly a glorified cameo in a film that wasn't saved by that same cameo.
This is what happens when WB doesn't have the fucking balls like Paramount to release Transformers films and I'm rambling on man. I've said enough.”
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the witcher 3: wild hunt starters
including quotes from the dlcs hearts of stone & blood and wine
❝ you were always an unruly child. i adored that about you. ❞ ❝ mmm. yes. of course. the excuse you resort to when you’d rather not talk about something. ❞ ❝ how many have you killed? how many more might you still? ❞ ❝ you know who i am. and why i’m here. ❞ ❝ you're a madman and always have been. a cruel, cold-blooded killer. ❞ ❝ a man should frame his wishes carefully. it forestalls disappointment. ❞ ❝ no argument. you knew what you were signing up for. ❞ ❝ maybe once, in a different time...i’d have helped. ❞ ❝ don’t train alone, it only embeds your errors. ❞ ❝ wanna get drunk off my ass. and it’s gotta be on cheap wine. ❞ ❝ you’re a heartless bastard. ❞ ❝ try to trick me anyway, anyhow, you won’t go anywhere, you know that. ‘cause i’ll take your head off right where it meets your neck. ❞ ❝ sorry. i don’t want to talk about it. not now, at least. ❞ ❝ we are more like a family. we support each other and help each other survive tough moments. ❞ ❝ so how’s it feel to be the village witch? ❞ ❝ realize, please, that you were made for great things. ❞ ❝ folks say a curse has fallen on that place, a dark power brought down by the bestiality of the murders it beheld. ❞ ❝ so, now you’ve threatened me and all...are you in or are you not? ❞ ❝ i know it must sound foolish, but in the dream - well, it was all too real... ❞ ❝ we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim. ❞ ❝ it’s always been about you. only you. ❞ ❝ i remember finding your sense of humor both groan-worthy...and somehow endearing. ❞ ❝ kings die, realms fall, but magic endures. ❞ ❝ i detest banquets. vacuous conversation, food portions fit for a mouse, drinks that taste like piss... ❞ ❝ despite what you’ve heard, i don’t lunge at every monster i see, sword in hand. ❞ ❝ each day’s more dangerous than the last. ❞ ❝ it’s folks like you that restore my faith in humankind. ❞ ❝ my power lies in possessing knowledge, not sharing it. ❞ ❝ the rotten smell brings back childhood memories. ❞ ❝ awfully noble of you, showing so much concern for the needy. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me. always glad to save your ass. you’re welcome. ❞ ❝ i may be inhumanely beautiful, but i don’t have super human senses. ❞ ❝ anyone can be made to talk, even a corpse. one must simply know how. ❞ ❝ we’ve done the hardest part. only got the pleasant bits now. ❞ ❝ there are few causes worth saving. even fewer men. ❞ ❝ don’t treat me like a child. ❞ ❝ there’s strange men lurking outside the house. watching me. ❞ ❝ you must be careful what you wish for lest your wish be granted. for there are consequences. ❞ ❝ shall i be free of the suffering? the sadness? ❞ ❝ i wish to gaze into those eyes, eyes the devil would be proud to have. ❞ ❝ you were born with a great gift. and only you can decide how to use it. ❞ ❝ any other words of wisdom? or can we go? ❞ ❝ what i need is an ally. and something tells me i shall find none better than you. ❞ ❝ i can see no row can occur here without your participation. ❞ ❝ i and what concerns me have not been a concern of yours for some time now. ❞ ❝ if you’d not arrived in time, things might have ended considerably worse. ❞ ❝ if they can bleed, they can die. ❞ ❝ a man must display some madness from time to time --- it helps him feel alive. ❞ ❝ i was deeply troubled. you’ve no idea. ❞ ❝ done that so many times, but...it felt like our first kiss to me. ❞ ❝ don’t need to play tough on me. ❞ ❝ i've lost too many mates already. i won’t risk it, i can't. ❞ ❝ there’s just not enough of us. it’ll be a hard fight. ❞ ❝ in lonely woods, screams carry long. ❞ ❝ things used to be simpler. monsters were bad, humans good. now, everything’s all confused. ❞ ❝ as for your missteps --- i don't rightly see why i shouldn't laugh if they're amusing.. ❞ ❝ i’ve no gold to offer you in reward...but i shall be ever so grateful. ❞ ❝ if you’re scared, turn back. i’m gonna go on. ❞ ❝ if anything happens, i’ll defend you. ❞ ❝ once you say "i love you," a kiss has to taste differently. ❞ ❝ maybe we should sit? you look a bit dazed... ❞ ❝ drink it off, sleep it off, whatever it takes...just get yourself together and think things through. ❞ ❝ i shall join later, if it’s no trouble. i don’t yet feel strong enough to venture out. ❞ ❝ awake at last. you writhed like a squirrel caught in a snare. ❞ ❝ again you plan without even asking what i think! ❞ ❝ come to see how i’m feelin'? thanks, not bad. ❞ ❝ i remember that day quite well...there was a light drizzle, yet the cold tore right through you. ❞ ❝ you gotta keep your eyes peeled wide open. someone’s taken an interest in your work. ❞ ❝ oof...for a minute, i actually thought we were doomed. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t worry yourself --- it tarnishes your beauty. ❞ ❝ i’d even embrace you...were you not covered in blood. ❞ ❝ guess i could’ve been someone worse...just a shame i had no choice. ❞ ❝ facts interest me. not fairytales. ❞ ❝ hm, odd smell. blend of alcohol, blood and monster stench. ❞ ❝ i’m old and i am wealthy. i may say what i please. ❞ ❝ now, be so kind and leave me to my thoughts. ❞ ❝ in your shoes i’d pack it up and go hide somewhere far away. ❞ ❝ forgive me, but that's the blatherin' of someone who clearly can't snap out of it after a tragic loss. ❞ ❝ that all you gotta say? i saved your life. ❞ ❝ i swear on all that is holy: we shall be together forever. ❞ ❝ think of me as part of the decor. ❞ ❝ anyone who’s bold enough to fight is already a hero. ❞ ❝ if this is a trap of some sort... ❞ ❝ you can count on me, you know? always. ❞ ❝ you don’t know how much it means...to have someone you can rely on in this fucking city. ❞ ❝ i know you. you have no heart. ❞ ❝ no room for friendship in this business. ❞ ❝ evil is evil. lesser, greater, middling, makes no difference. the degree is arbitrary, the definitions blurred. ❞ ❝ hands off, or i'll cut them off. ❞ ❝ i’ll need to clear my head first. after those deranged dreams, i feel it’s full of cobwebs. ❞ ❝ on your way? or will you stay longer? it’s far safer with you around... ❞ ❝ really sad story, but something’s not right. got a feeling you’re not telling me everything. ❞ ❝ gotta admit, there’s something about you. you’re...different. ❞ ❝ with each arrow i shoot, i think of my dad. he’d be proud, i think. ❞ ❝ i merely know when to indulge my pride, and when to swallow it. ❞ ❝ you were born to greatness. ❞ ❝ these’re dark, grim times. no room for knights pure of heart or happily-ever-afters. ❞ ❝ a life without liquor’s like loving without licking. ❞ ❝ my certainty i walk the right path grows strong as iron, firm as steel. ❞ ❝ few make me feel awkward, but in your presence, i feel anxiety, discomfort. ❞ ❝ some men have got good reason to fear their own shadows. ❞ ❝ some men cannot admit defeat. some keep fighting from beyond the grave. ❞ ❝ stare into their eyes, feast on their terror. then go in for the kill. ❞ ❝ forget not that you are a person right and honorable, devoted to doing good. ❞ ❝ ash shall fertilize the soil. by spring, the valley shall bloom once more. ❞ ❝ there’s lots of wraiths here. i hear them whispering every night. ❞ ❝ no one has the courage to face this threat! yet we must kill them, or sooner or later we will all die. ❞ ❝ you are a step away from losing your head. speak the truth and you might yet keep it. ❞ ❝ you carry within you the weight of a terrible tragedy. you are a good person, but lost. which is why you come across as grim. ❞ ❝ if i understand you correctly, you would rather help a monster than kill it? ❞ ❝ discouraged after a mere eight attempts? ❞ ❝ easier to pat someone on the back and hope things will work out than it is to face the truth. ❞ ❝ know that they can’t teach an old dog new tricks? ❞ ❝ my, you’ve grown beautiful. ❞ ❝ my swords a promise --- if i reach for it, heads will roll. ❞ ❝ one condition: no one dies. that clear? ❞ ❝ patience happens to be my weakness. so dispense with the dramatic pauses and talk. ❞ ❝ you proved today you can take care of yourself. ❞ ❝ you under the delusion you’ll complete your tasks, live happily ever after? ❞ ❝ i will not sit and twiddle my thumbs. i'm sick of waiting, sick of hiding! ❞ ❝ glad you know who i am. haven’t introduced yourself, though. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen a great deal --- cruelty, cynicism, greed. ❞ ❝ you tempt fate, because at heart you are unhappy. ❞ ❝ we had our chance, but...let it go. ❞ ❝ come now, you didn’t expect it to be that easy, did you? ❞ ❝ promise me one thing --- you’ll stop risking your life for others. ❞ ❝ instead of dwelling on the future, i’d rather live in the moment. ❞ ❝ i adore love stories. especially the ones that end happily ever after. ❞ ❝ we are drops of rain that together make a ferocious storm. ❞ ❝ the path to freedom is paved in blood, not ink. ❞ ❝ we’ll get our happy ending. one day. ❞ ❝ i’ll never forget what you did for me...and what we had together. ❞ ❝ don’t meddle in other people’s lives. ❞ ❝ i don’t get attached to places. just people. ❞ ❝ it’s dangerous, there are risks involved. understand that, don’t you? ❞ ❝ and here i hoped someone would finally take pity on me. ❞ ❝ seen a lot of dead in my time, but that must’ve been hard. ❞ ❝ air is strange...like dropping into a deep cellar on a hot day... ❞ ❝ wouldn’t carry a sword if i didn’t know how to use it. ❞ ❝ take it you didn't summon me to reminisce about the good old days, so... ❞ ❝ i was attacked --- had to defend myself. ❞ ❝ guards have never stopped me, you know that. ❞ ❝ treating the ill and wounded...it’s my calling. ❞ ❝ you think it’s enchanted? ❞ ❝ there are times when a woman should simply not explain her decision. ❞ ❝ won’t find too many comforts, but try to feel at home. ❞ ❝ i was looking for you...sometimes i thought you were just a step away. other times, i felt like i was going around in circles. ❞ ❝ i’ll remember you. always with a smile. ❞ ❝ i’d rather you not make anymore trouble --- for yourself, or us both. ❞ ❝ got the stench of corpes on you. ❞ ❝ you stood to gain --- that is why you saved me. ❞ ❝ sages invariably have hidden agendas. altruism is simply not part of their constitution. ❞ ❝ the gods have abandoned us. the mighty of this earth care not for our fate. ❞ ❝ is that admiration i hear in your voice? ❞ ❝ i started off heading in the opposite direction, but then turned around. ❞ ❝ i’m fed up. i won’t have others deciding for me behind my back. ❞ ❝ where’d you get this idea? what’s gotten into you? ❞ ❝ i don't expect you to commit now. think it over, what you've heard, what you feel. ❞ ❝ head torn clear off...takes incredible strength. ❞ ❝ desperate fathers have been known to do a lot to find their daughters. ❞ ❝ you cannot kill me. you know this... ❞ ❝ "i give you my heart”? what kind of spell is that? ❞ ❝ i’d go anywhere with you. ❞ ❝ why? because i am a woman? in a frock, rather than plate? i can take care of myself, i assure you. ❞ ❝ everything we discussed here, hope you’ll keep it to yourself. counting on it, in fact. ❞ ❝ trusted you once. won’t make that mistake again. ❞ ❝ shut up. i’ve heard enough of your bullshit. draw your weapon, let’s get this over with. ❞ ❝ exaggerating for effect, right? ❞ ❝ well, well...when cornered, you can bite. ❞ ❝ you cannot win...even if you kill me. ❞ ❝ you know i’m good at accomplishing the impossible. ❞ ❝ it’s nothing, really. you’d have done the same for me. ❞ ❝ you are not ready. you do not control your powers. ❞ ❝ you’re a tool in their hands, even if you don’t see it. ❞ ❝ i’d do anything for you, i would. you know that well. ❞ ❝ this is a land where the fantastic is normal, and the impossible occurs daily... ❞ ❝ know when a legend becomes a prophecy? when it gain believers. ❞ ❝ i thought you’d become a stranger to me. that i’d look at you and not feel a thing. but it’s not like that at all. nothing’s changed. ❞ ❝ to be honest, i just wanted to go on a walk with you. ❞ ❝ what i really want is to be with you, to...to be together and... ❞ ❝ this is not the kind of offer one refuses. ❞ ❝ despair devours you like maggots devour a corpse. ❞ ❝ before long every soul will kneel before you. ❞ ❝ i run into dilemmas all the time. situations where it's hard to judge, hard to know what's right, make a decision. this is not one of them. you disgust me. and deserve to die. ❞ ❝ you know me. i’m rare to praise, but when i do, it’s sincere. ❞ ❝ i'm not a thug for hire. ❞ ❝ i like being on adventures, sleeping under the stars, waking up with dew on my face. ❞ ❝ the dream's within reach now. i’m not about to let it go. ❞ ❝ unlike you, killing gives me no pleasure. ❞ ❝ can't speak for the world you inhabit, but in mine, nothing is ever black and white. ❞ ❝ you cannot possibly imagine how much i detest this place. ❞ ❝ stones you’ve got. but i didn’t think you’d have the stomach for a massacre. ❞ ❝ the dead man --- looked like a monster attacked him recently. ❞ ❝ finish all your business before you die. bid loved ones farewell. write your will. apologize to those you’ve wronged. otherwise, you’ll never truly leave this world. ❞ ❝ i've had nothing but nightmares lately. pretty horrible. ❞ ❝ i was wandering through the forest, breathing deep the air, and then i heard a strange sound, unsettling. ❞ ❝ had a few nice dreams. for example, in one we sat around a fire, drinking good wine, and all around people danced and laughed. ❞ ❝ they’re all dead! mountains of corpses. yet here i stand alone. all alone. ❞ ❝ this isn’t a game. men have died. ❞ ❝ if you wanna listen, listen, if not --- i'd rather you spared me your wit and throw me out now. ❞ ❝ you fed me, cared for me, had my wounds looked after. we're even now. ❞ ❝ you’ll return, you shall. our fates are bound. ❞ ❝ i’ve nothing left. not a fucking thing. ❞ ❝ i don’t question your abilities. i simply don’t trust you. ❞ ❝ what foolish things men sometimes do. ❞ ❝ dare harm me, and against you will rise all the powers of nature. ❞ ❝ did you destroy the evil powers? have you brought peace to my domain? ❞ ❝ well, perhaps i shall tell you about it one day. one day, but not today.. ❞ ❝ times like these, you never know what tomorrow will bring. ❞ ❝ you worry too much. what will be, will be. ❞ ❝ have you gone completely mad? we must leave here at once! ❞ ❝ time eats away at memories, distorts them. sometimes we only remember the good... sometimes only the bad. ❞ ❝ you don’t need magic to strip men of their humanity. i’ve seen plenty of examples. ❞ ❝ if i’m to choose between one evil and another, i’d rather not choose at all. ❞ ❝ see what i’ve got on my back? wolves fear it. kings do, too. ❞ ❝ i missed those awkward compliments of yours. ❞ ❝ sometimes i think it’s all too lovely to be true…that something’s bound to happen, another war or some other horror. ❞ ❝ took you a while. did you run into trouble? ❞ ❝ i just travel a lot. and i don't always happen upon such good and civil company. ❞ ❝ what can you know about saving the world, silly? ❞ ❝ done my share of fighting. wouldn't carry a sword if i didn't know to use it. ❞ ❝ all right, perhaps i wasn’t completely honest. ❞ ❝ ever thought this day would come? me and you...peace and quiet...bees buzzing, birds chirping. ❞ ❝ i detect a shadow of impatience in your face. ❞ ❝ took me a long time to find you. wasn't an easy road to travel. ❞ ❝ wipe that frown off your face, or i might think you don’t like me anymore. ❞ ❝ always believed attack was the best defense. ❞ ❝ once it’s all over, if we survive ... i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me. ❞ ❝ naturally, you suspect me of the worst. i don’t deserve that. ❞ ❝ we can fight another time, in another place, where the walls have no ears. ❞ ❝ once i was free...i shall be free once more. ❞ ❝ believe me...a tavern, mulled wine, our boots drying by the fire --- i’d like nothing better. ❞ ❝ prove it. kiss me. ❞ ❝ the prophecies do not lie...you cannot survive this struggle. ❞ ❝ i know you better than you think. ❞ ❝ you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules. ❞ ❝ what’s happened? it’s so quiet, all of a sudden. ❞ ❝ thank you, for coming with me. ❞ ❝ i cannot do everything for you. use your head. ❞ ❝ i'm angry and tired. had to kill a lot of people along the way. ❞ ❝ we’ve come a long way, and i’d be damned if we’ve come to fail. ❞ ❝ i sense your pain. i see your fear. ❞ ❝ how’s this for an answer: kiss my ass. ❞ ❝ how many have you already killed? how many more might you still? ❞ ❝ i'm quite alive and extraordinarily well. better than i've ever been in this rotten life of mine. ❞ ❝ i like it when you smile. come here. everything will be all right. ❞ ❝ ugh. don’t fall in love with me. ❞ ❝ i don’t like you. in fact, i feel like slapping you. ❞ ❝ i'm too old to play the blushing bride...unless you ask nicely. ❞ ❝ that bit of my life --- forgotten it already. ❞ ❝ the world doesn’t need a hero. it needs a professional. ❞ ❝ next time you wonder why i’m so bitter...well, there's your answer. ❞ ❝ nothing wrong with having a drink in good company. ❞ ❝ i want you behind those rocks. and keep your mouth shut. ❞ ❝ nice of you to worry...but i've made my decision, and i won't change it. ❞ ❝ this is my story, not yours. you must let me finish telling it. ❞ ❝ after all that toil, i believe we deserve a bit of a rest. ❞ ❝ i was afraid you were dead. ❞ ❝ we’ve all some stain on our conscience. ❞ ❝ leaving the castle walls means certain death. ❞ ❝ right good jest. had us a laugh. now fuck off. ❞ ❝ i’ve heard about you. you bring trouble, or thus far have, always. ❞ ❝ ah, you’ve struck a raw nerve. memories of a time long past to which i’d rather not return now. ❞ ❝ we meet again. and it seems you need my help. again. ❞ ❝ got a relative i can talk to? someone - how do i say this - a smidgen less irritating? ❞ ❝ miss the target, you owe me fifty push-ups. hit it, you owe me twenty. ❞ ❝ oh. serious talk coming. ❞ ❝ i feel like one more lie'd be the last bitter drop in a chalice full of sorrow. ❞ ❝ romantic? thought we came here as friends. ❞ ❝ you’re hiding something. and that’s one thing i can’t stand. ❞ ❝ tell me, how do you do it? always manage to pull yourself together, focus, no matter what’s happening? ❞ ❝ i go wherever i please, whenever i please. ❞ ❝ uh oh. i know that look. ❞ ❝ sounds tempting. so tempting i don’t think i can refuse. ❞ ❝ so, what do you say to a moonlight ride on horseback...and dinner? ❞ ❝ perhaps...perhaps you’d stay just a bit longer? ❞ ❝ how are you feeling? sleep well? ❞ ❝ such a gloomy subject to broach... simply shouldn’t have. ❞
❝ such a gloomy subject to broach...i simply shouldn’t have --- not during our romantic dinner. ❞ ❝ got it. a bit of blackmail --- just your style. ❞ ❝ it’s the crack of dawn. where do you wanna go? ❞ ❝ shut up before you wake someone. last thing we need is a crowd. ❞ ❝ watch what you say. the trees have ears. ❞ ❝ no bow at hand, no spear. my sword was all i had. ❞ ❝ never expected you’d take such an interest in my private life. ❞ ❝ i’m special. always was the rare beauty. ❞ ❝ damn. been ages since we last saw each other. ❞ ❝ some charming orchards nearby. in bloom, even, so you almost can't smell the corpses. ❞ ❝ you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules. ❞ ❝ man spends his whole life learning. ❞ ❝ if only i was as skilled with my words as i am with my blade. ❞ ❝ i wished to know what was going on in that head of yours. i thought perhaps i could help. ❞ ❝ i can tell something’s bothering you. ❞ ❝ dangerous times. each thinks five times before sticking their neck out. and i can’t blame them. ❞ ❝ now i care not in the slightest how you think or feel. ❞ ❝ i no longer know if i still hate you. ❞ ❝ i see how you look at me, and i see you wither. ❞ ❝ one last bit of advice --- find a new tavern. everyone here knows you. ❞ ❝ you won. no point bothering with ‘what ifs’. ❞ ❝ it’s time i took fate into my own hands. lived life anew...and truly, this time. ❞ ❝ ahh, 'cause you thought you'd killed me that time. surprise, sur-fucking-prise. ❞ ❝ who...who’s that? gods, i’m hallucinating. ❞ ❝ it’s no exaggeration to say i’ve never met a warrior like you in my life. you’re lithe as an eel and strong as a bear. ❞ ❝ i’ve a heart again, yet all it feels is grief, sadness and defeat. my life is a ruin. ❞ ❝ sought only to protect myself. in doing so, i put you in harm’s way. forgive me. ❞ ❝ there’s a charming grove nearby where kisses taste sweeter than anywhere else in the world. ❞ ❝ you’ve handled tougher situations. you’ll figure this one out. ❞ ❝ who you are and why you’ve come matter little. for you’ll not leave this place alive. ❞ ❝ i’m not panicking. just trying to be realistic. ❞ ❝ hahahahaha...i can’t believe you fell for that! ❞ ❝ i was actually going to recite an anthem praising your glory, but if you’re not in the mood... ❞ ❝ lying didn’t always come so easily to you. ❞ ❝ everyone wants to rule. i can do that better than any monarch. ❞ ❝ tell me what you want already, and make it quick. ❞ ❝ what a mess we made of it all...if i’d only known then how it would end... ❞ ❝ seems a faded dream now, but there were a time where i was happy. ❞ ❝ why’d you leave me? you claimed you loved me. ❞ ❝ never liked boats. not one bit. ❞ ❝ you must be mad. i’ve no intention to make things easier for you. ❞ ❝ i don’t wish to look at your face any longer than i must. ❞ ❝ please, no. i can’t stand spells. ❞ ❝ we agreed not to keep any secrets from one another. we promised. ❞ ❝ that i like! a man who boldly dares, damn the risks! ❞ ❝ i thought you bowed before no man. ❞ ❝ smile a bit wider. ...you were meant to smile, not bare your teeth. ❞ ❝ is that blood? have you hurt yourself? ❞ ❝ no reason to trouble the guards. i’ll go willingly. ❞ ❝ look at me. promise you’ll stay out of it. ❞ ❝ the minute we’re in trouble, you make me responsible for getting us out. ❞ ❝ they say they don’t fear the wrath of the gods. and you, do you fear it? ❞ ❝ i’ll let that pass. i know grief eats at your heart. ❞ ❝ we all lie sometimes. but lying to yourself is running away, whereas there’s really nowhere to run. ❞ ❝ don’t need your sympathy, just your help. ❞ ❝ your loss -- it must hurt, bad. but there wasn't anything we could do. ❞ ❝ i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me. ❞ ❝ i trust you have an explanation for this. a very good one. ❞ ❝ lot of bitterness in you. ❞ ❝ i assure you, you’re excellent at covering your tracks --- though not terribly subtle. but i’m even better at uncovering them. ❞ ❝ glad to see you happy...but i don’t think what we did was right. ❞ ❝ i look at you, and...and feel like i am exactly where i am supposed to be. at long last. ❞ ❝ i’m no coward. i'll not run this time. ❞ ❝ yes, i know you’ve trained with swords. but you’re still shit with them. ❞ ❝ how many innocents have you cut down? ❞ ❝ problem is, you’re not ordinary. you were born to greatness. ❞ ❝ not too late to surrender. ❞ ❝ men turn honest when they feel a blade at their throat. ❞ ❝ i'm not gonna drink. why dull my senses when i’m in such pleasant company? ❞ ❝ it’s bound to come in handy, and each time it does, you’ll think of me. ❞ ❝ lie still or you will bleed to death. ❞ ❝ your life is yours, exclusively. you choose who you are. ❞ ❝ for a minute there, was almost sure you’d leave me to die. ❞ ❝ there is never a second opportunity to make a first impression. ❞ ❝ it’s all because of that secretiveness of yours. ❞ ❝ plead the gods spare us, for without their favor we shall most certainly perish. ❞ ❝ i must say -- seen a lot, but nothing like this, never. ❞ ❝ you don’t look like you can get home on your own. i’ll walk you. ❞ ❝ all’s in the past, never to be restored. ❞ ❝ you know full well i never hold a grudge. i forgive you. ❞ ❝ the good gods sent you to me. ❞ ❝ and the guilt, the responsibility of all this, lies with me. ❞ ❝ you’ve only been here five minutes, and you’ve already managed to offend me twice. ❞ ❝ you will certainly fetch me a higher bounty alive. ❞ ❝ what's wrong with my beard? always thought it added to my dignity. ❞ ❝ if i’m to die today, i wish to look smashing for the occasion. ❞ ❝ i was stupid. stupidity costs a lot. ❞ ❝ even your humblest requests seem like threats. ❞ ❝ your motives do not interest me. only results. ❞ ❝ and you laughed, oh, how sweetly, how brightly you laughed! ❞ ❝ you don’t know how it is. to see someone you love die. because of you, for you. ❞ ❝ to have a scapegoat --- that’s the key. ❞ ❝ no need to fear me. ❞ ❝ sorry, but -- your life story? just not interested. ❞ ❝ with you...it was love at first sight. ❞ ❝ gotta understand. you don’t betray people like me. ❞ ❝ i struggled long to find a place where i’d feel safe, needed. until i finally arrived here. ❞ ❝ just don’t faint on me. ❞ ❝ could never be there for you everyday. but i’m happy to see you always. and today, i’m all yours. ❞ ❝ what others think...your image...that’s all you care about. ❞ ❝ in these foul times one must be wary, even of their friends. ❞ ❝ come on, don’t get angry - it’s not good for you.. ❞ ❝ so, apart from the sword play, you know potions and all that? ❞ ❝ i actually envy your sense of wonder --- common in children, and morons. ❞ ❝ a lot of misfortune for a small village. ❞ ❝ who are you? do you seek to hurt me as well? ❞ ❝ the hand that feeds can also strike its wayward wards. ❞ ❝ shh. eat now. we’ll speak once you’ve rested. ❞ ❝ brother has turned against brother, the land is soaked in blood. evil reigns stronger than ever before. ❞ ❝ good looking and clever. where’ve you been hiding? ❞ ❝ doesn’t bother you, having monsters for neighbours? ❞ ❝ stay here --- no matter what happens. ❞ ❝ i never told you this, but i’ve always felt it: i love you. ❞ ❝ listen to me this once -- don't take matters into your own hands. ❞ ❝ love these moments. the air before a battle -- nothing smells as sweet. ❞ ❝ they tried to get in through the main gate. i’m afraid they could succeed next time. ❞ ❝ too many claim you’re evil. ❞ ❝ why are you so eager to help strangers? sit your ass down or there’ll be misfortune. ❞ ❝ you'd never have managed without me, would you? come, now, admit it. ❞ ❝ for those who remain, death should never take precedence over life. ❞ ❝ thanks for coming. thanks for risking your life for me. ❞ ❝ don’t force me to speak of it. no more, please. ❞ ❝ when doubt plagues your mind, follow your instincts. should they steer you wrong and land you in muck, you'll land at peace with yourself. and that's most important. ❞ ❝ just know that i know you're here. one misstep, one error...you'll make a mistake, it's inevitable...i'll be the first to learn it. ❞ ❝ i do not know you. i’ve done you no harm. ❞ ❝ try not to panic...just doesn’t suit you. ❞ ❝ we’ve come a long way, and i’ll be damned if we’ve come to fail. ❞ ❝ had i known what would happen here, i'd never have come. ❞ ❝ i can say i’ve seen it all now. ❞ ❝ these scars have long yearned for your tender caress. ❞ ❝ i don’t fall victim to curses. i cast them. ❞ ❝ come outside. we can hold hands and stare at the sky. ❞ ❝ we’ll work well together --- i can see that already. ❞ ❝ from the first moment i set eyes upon you that fateful evening, my heart has only beaten for you. ❞ ❝ i trust you as much as you trust me --- not at all. ❞ ❝ you’ve gone all red in the face just for talking about it. ❞ ❝ wake up. it’s just a dream. wake up! ❞ ❝ i still don’t believe everything that happened. ❞ ❝ i never miss twice. ❞ ❝ bit too old to believe in bedtime stories, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ you humans have...unusual tastes. ❞ ❝ didn’t think it worthwhile to tell me, warn me of your plans? ❞ ❝ i think you will not attack one unarmed. ❞ ❝ the deeper i get into this, the more i gotta wonder...why’re you even helping me? ❞ ❝ to live in peace, we first must kill. ❞ ❝ at times fate muddles our path, and life turns toilsome, hard to bear. ❞ ❝ i fight for whoever’s paying the best. or whoever’s easier to rob. ❞ ❝ do not let my beauty distract your aim. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen what is to come, i know destruction approaches. ❞ ❝ the war awoke an ancient power. an evil one that feeds on bloodshed. ❞ ❝ guess you’re no stranger to fury, either. ❞ ❝ think i’m gonna fall for that? no chance, you’re wrong. ❞ ❝ gotta admit --- you do pretty well with a sword. ❞ ❝ you dare tell me to calm down?! you?! ❞ ❝ let's say i go about my business, and when there's coin to be earned, i don't readily turn it down. ❞ ❝ i wish to know the truth...be it sweet, be it painful, i wish to know. ❞ ❝ men, the polite ones at least, would call me a monster. ❞ ❝ even i grow ill at the sight of you. ❞ ❝ i’m going on a walk. or is that not allowed either? because i could break my leg? ❞ ❝ plan’s crazier than it is sane...but there’s an irrestistible charm to it. ❞ ❝ unbelievable! you said something romantic! you! ❞ ❝ we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim. ❞ ❝ if anything should happen to you... ❞ ❝ there’s not been a dark cloud yet that didn’t have a silver lining. ❞ ❝ those are some fresh lookin’ scars you’ve got there. ❞ ❝ no. no more about the battle. just hold me. and say something nice. ❞ ❝ stay. this is the only home we’ve ever had. ❞ ❝ you’re so charming when you try to be funny. ❞ ❝ not proud of it...yet i considered all the options and found none better. ❞ ❝ i look far different from when you last saw me. ❞ ❝ i admire your optimism. wish i shared it. ❞ ❝ and...try not to draw any attention to yourself. ❞ ❝ nightmares haunt our nights and days. folk sleepwalk from their homes, never to return. ❞ ❝ forgive me. it couldn’t be avoided. i truly am sorry. ❞ ❝ well i’ve departed, escaped, been forced to flee so many times…yet i always returned. you ought to be used to it by now. ❞ ❝ the human mind is as wild and unexplored a place as any land far beyond the sea. ❞ ❝ you think you’ve won. you are wrong. i can’t die. ❞ ❝ you’re something more. something more. ❞ ❝ barely nicked me, i’ll be fine. ❞ ❝ it’s just that i felt...stifled, in your shadow. i’d have suffocated had i stayed. ❞ ❝ come, don’t just stand there. i want a hug. ❞ ❝ it’s lovely here! i could stay forever. ❞ ❝ do what you will, but leave me out of this. ❞ ❝ we should end this discussion -- before i say something i'll regret. ❞ ❝ you all right? you’re as pale as death. ❞ ❝ let’s get back to the hut. i’ll protect you along the way. ❞ ❝ not to keen on talking about it, are you? ❞ ❝ it’s better to die than to live in the knowledge that you’ve done something that needs forgiveness. ❞ ❝ i was afraid you were dead. ❞ ❝ at times one must use reason, rather than blades. ❞ ❝ need some peace. gotta prepare. ❞ ❝ i suspected it might not be the best idea, but i was desperate, had no choice. ❞ ❝ so tell me how it happened. step by step. ❞ ❝ it was a bit of a lark, a jest. i meant to bring it all back, i swear. ❞ ❝ if i wanted to kill you, you'd be long dead by now. ❞ ❝ that is precisely one of the reasons why i abhor your world. your senseless brutality. ❞ ❝ i won’t let them take you, you know that? ❞ ❝ magic...childish hocus-pocus. it’s just not interesting. what i find fascinating are true tales of true human lives. ❞ ❝ save your praise for others. i couldn’t give a shit. ❞ ❝ well, well, i am impressed. doubted you still had it in you, frankly. ❞ ❝ i like you. don’t make me hurt you. ❞ ❝ you know very little can hurt you being immortal, so you take wild risks, chase extreme sensations. there comes a point you’ve done it all, and all seems boring and monotonous. ❞ ❝ with you i finally feel...harmony. a calm. feel like things are the way they're supposed to be. ❞ ❝ i'm afraid the dishwater’s as good as it gets in this establishment. ❞ ❝ sorry to take so long, but i had to deal with the guards. ❞ ❝ i’d never miss a chance to spend a pleasant evening with you. ❞ ❝ you know too much. yet one more reason why you must die. ❞ ❝ or perhaps you seek to trick me. ❞ ❝ if you acknowledge any gods...start praying, now. ❞ ❝ it’s very simple. you either deceived me...or not. ❞ ❝ i am known neither for my sense of humor nor for my patience. ❞ ❝ naturally, it would be easier with your help, but...you irritate me. ❞ ❝ love questions like that. am i holding up? what, my dick? ❞ ❝ we never hunt in these woods. not even if it means the whole village starves. ❞ ❝ we’re only ever the ones to know the truth about ourselves. ❞ ❝ you’re insolent because you believe i cannot afford to hurt you. and you’re right. ❞ ❝ i detest graveyards, especially wandering them alone. ❞ ❝ you know too much. you impede me too often. and i find your arrogance an annoyance. ❞ ❝ i know it’s wartime, but try not to be a hero, all right? ❞ ❝ i don’t know that i’ll make for engaging company. in truth, i rarely talk to men. ❞ ❝ you know...had a dream about you recently. ❞ ❝ i thought i could at least count on you to treat me seriously. ❞ ❝ don’t ask questions you know the answers to. it makes you look stupid. ❞ ❝ you’re nosy. starting to piss me off, you know? ❞ ❝ what did i do to deserve this? have i given you cause to doubt my intentions? ❞ ❝ don’t fret about me. i always get by somehow, right? ❞ ❝ i wanted to go with you --- that was my idea. ❞ ❝ i shan’t stray a step from your side. ❞ ❝ if that’s what it takes to save the world, it’s better to let that world die. ❞ ❝ what’s that supposed to mean? that a threat? ❞ ❝ i’m offering a great and true adventure, an experience like no other, the fate of only the chosen few. ❞ ❝ that’s like choosing between pestilence and the plague. ❞ ❝ what’s it matter? i only ever thought of you. ❞ ❝ did you know you’ve gained twenty-seven new scars since we’ve last saw each other? ❞ ❝ i need to know the details if you want me to get my hands dirty. ❞ ❝ don’t know you. go away. ❞ ❝ ever vigilant, even in your sleep. quite vampire-like, in fact. ❞ ❝ gotten used to people treating me like a freak, an outcast. ❞ ❝ we share a cause, then. just like the old days. ❞ ❝ ever considered becoming a burglar? skill like that’d come in awful handy. ❞ ❝ there’s never been a frown that couldn’t be turned upside down. ❞ ❝ honesty's an attribute of the truly brave --- and thus the privilege of the very few. ❞ ❝ you do not have a monopoly in altruism, my friend. ❞ ❝ great love demands great sacrifices. ❞ ❝ i believe it wise at times to share one’s secrets, unburden oneself to those one can trust. ❞ ❝ it would be nice from time to time if you could sit back and enjoy life, instead of going around solving everyone’s problems. ❞ ❝ we shall dance until the break of dawn! ❞ ❝ a man could lose his head for a lass like you. ❞ ❝ don’t have to come if you don’t want. wait here. ❞ ❝ never seen this side of you. ❞ ❝ i’m to kiss the ground you walk on, is that it? but you just did your duty. ❞ ❝ the day you give me a smile...that moment, that’s what i’m waiting for. ❞ ❝ i need a soul intelligent and clever, an individual who fears no dare. someone like you. ❞ ❝ if i was you i’d catch some shut-eye, not go on flapping my tongue. ❞ ❝ the plan is simple...which does not mean it will be easy to execute. ❞ ❝ sometimes you really get on my nerves, you know. ❞ ❝ you shall not turn on me, use what i say against me? you shall not tell anyone? ❞ ❝ gave you a chance. should’ve taken it. ❞ ❝ always better to do a bit more and even gain nothing by it, than to do too little and face regret. ❞ ❝ it’s lovely out here. the birds singing, the bees buzzing...blissful, really. ❞ ❝ what a lovely dress. the color suits you exquisitely. ❞ ❝ pretty fantastic tale. hard as hell to believe. ❞ ❝ it’s time you discovered my romantic side. ❞ ❝ you gotta understand the whole world doesn’t revolve around you. ❞ ❝ can you not see i am out of my mind with worry? ❞ ❝ every rose has its thorn, and there are no happy endings. ❞ ❝ pretty quick to reject help. why is that? ❞ ❝ don’t need to like each other. just gotta do our jobs. ❞ ❝ frankly, if i can do something for you, i'll do it, willingly. ❞ ❝ you were hired you kill me, were you not? ❞ ❝ what’s it like, going toe to toe with a monster? knowing you’ve only two options --- to kill or be killed? ❞ ❝ this place --- there’s evil here. death hangs in the air. ❞ ❝ intellect counts as much as strength. ❞ ❝ i run back inside, hasp the doors, and then i hear it --- someone whispering my name. ❞ ❝ you know i like you. unlike the rest of this lot, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. ❞ ❝ if you love somebody, set them free. ❞ ❝ if you hate me so deeply, why don’t you tell me to my face? ❞ ❝ i’m afraid you’d not realize which way the wind was blowing if you pissed straight into it. ❞ ❝ that was courageous. i'd never expect it from you. ❞ ❝ i am not easily impressed, but i must admit you have succeeded, my dear. ❞ ❝ kill me if you must. i’ve nothing to live for anyway. ❞ ❝ aren’t you an extraordinary beauty. ❞ ❝ never suspected you believed such things. ❞ ❝ wait...you want to go with me? out of the question. ❞ ❝ used to it. not the first time i’ve been hunted. ❞ ❝ enough of this hesitation, this fretting, these feelings of guilt! ❞ ❝ strange working with you. strange, but great. ❞ ❝ give me a moment. i must don something more appropiate and concealing. ❞ ❝ killing comes as naturally to me as blowing my nose. ❞ ❝ ...... another tale of a life compromised and ultimately claimed by greed and ambition. ❞ ❝ in the future, though, remember this --- i can look after myself ❞ ❝ you'd really worry about me if i went on alone? ❞ ❝ you have many merits. you merely hide them from the world very diligently. ❞ ❝ is it true virtue always trumps villainy? ❞ ❝ watch my movements. i’m spry as a cat and sly as a fox. ❞ ❝ ah, if only this could last forever. ❞ ❝ few i can rely on like i can on you. kinda hoping you think the same of me. ❞ ❝ you are angry at the whole world. you feel inferior, feel pain, though you mask this with confidence, arrogance, even. ❞ ❝ there exist worries for which there quite simply is no other medicine. ❞ ❝ your bones look thin, your breathing’s wheezy. afraid one punch might kill you. ❞ ❝ to love is to build a house of cards, or play a game of chess, but one word or ill-thought move and you must start it all afresh. ❞ ❝ i’m doing what i ever wanted to do, being who i wanted to be. i believe that’s one definition of happiness. ❞ ❝ you’ve not an ounce of refinement in you, have you? ❞ ❝ pain rules the body, but fear is born in the heart. ❞ ❝ either i get burned, or i’ll burn all else down. no other options. ❞ ❝ should you decide your sword is the sole solution, i shall not stand in your way. ❞ ❝ c’mon, come closer. ❞ ❝ would you prefer i treated you like the lying manipulater you are? ❞ ❝ i regret nothing. one lives but once. ❞ ❝ i just hope this tale has a happy ending. for me, for you. for everyone. ❞ ❝ just gonna go our seperate ways? no parting words? ❞ ❝ you still stand to be quite useful to me. ❞ ❝ i suppose you wanted to frighten me...alas, you didn’t in the least. after all, i’m a monster too, am i not? ❞ ❝ i trust no one. learned that long ago. ❞ ❝ it cannot be! you actually have a sense of humor. ❞ ❝ didn’t ask for a lecture on probability. need a simple answer --- yes or no. ❞ ❝ another word, and i shall spill even more blood. yours. ❞ ❝ you feel resentment, i understand, but we shall work through all the unfortunate matters of the past. ❞ ❝ stop playing dumb. i know everything...your plan. ❞ ❝ honestly can’t see what all those dames see in you --- you’re a stick in the mud. ❞ ❝ not showy, lovely location...perfect for romantic getaways. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re not upset i came like this, without warning... ❞ ❝ i’m still a long way from mastering anything. but i am trying. ❞ ❝ now i know how you do it. just annoy your opponents to death. ❞ ❝ word on the street is there’s a hefty bounty on your head. ❞ ❝ for a few days now i’ve been having dizzy spells. ❞ ❝ i’ve always had a way with ostensibly dangerous types. ❞ ❝ wound doesn’t look good. patch that up quick if i were you, before it starts festering. ❞ ❝ always seemed to me you were a very complicated creature, by nature. not one to resort to such simple methods like drinking your worries away. ❞ ❝ may i be honest? yes, i’m nervous. i really would prefer to just run off. ❞ ❝ father always said a wise man learns from others’ mistakes, so here i am, learning from his. ❞ ❝ ever since that horrid night...everything has changed. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? afraid? gut feeling queasy? ❞ ❝ used to bother me, all your secrets...now i know if you have something to tell me, you’ll tell me. ❞ ❝ i so don’t feel like going anywhere. sit here a while longer? ❞ ❝ there’s something i’d like to know...how can you be so damned calm? ❞ ❝ my knees quake like a carnival rattle. ❞ ❝ honestly didn’t think this’d work. doubted anything would happen. ❞
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Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 3
here the links for part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7
401) Venomous Lips (Chapters in progress)
402) She Won't Take Kindly To Grandmama (Chapters Completed)
403) Danse Macabre (Chapters in progress)
404) When Things Go Bump in the Night (Chapters in progress)
405) At the Beginning (Chapters in progress)
406) Within Dark Corridors (Chapters in progress)
407) Obeying Mother Miranda (short story)
408) The Strength of Her Embrace (short story)
409) I'd Rather it be Me Than You. (short story)
410) Guiding Star (Chapters in progress)
411) Blood of a Song So Sweet (Chapters in progress)
412) Indulgence (Chapters in progress)
413) Allergies (Chapters in progress)
414) Unholy Sanctuary (short story)
415) You Had Me Worried (short story)
416) Insomnia (short story)
417) Caring Hearts (short story)
418) Not a Poet (short story)
419) Only You, Forever and Always (short story)
420) ・ (short story)
421) Forever with you, Mother (short story by me, changing capcom ending)
422) Chemicals React (Chapters in progress)
423) The Lady’s Lapdog (Chapters in progress)
424) Sanguineum Miseria (Chapters in progress)
425) Antistrophes (Chapters in progress)
426) A Different Plan (short story)
427) Like a Duck Takes to Water (short story)
428) Shadows on you (short story)
429) Eternal (Chapters in progress)
430) Nu e mai bun decât tine. (Chapters in progress)
431) Just a bad dream, darling (short story)
432) In another life (Chapters Completed)
433) În viață respirăm, În moarte dormim (In life we breathe, In death we sleep)
434) To Exist In Your Space (Chapters in progress)
435) Come let's play a game Winters (Chapters in progress)
436) Tăcere (Chapters in progress)
437) Reborn in Fire (Chapters in progress)
438) She Who Waits in the Dark (Chapters in progress)
439) Down with the lady (Chapters in progress)
440) Mother knows best (Chapters in progress)
441) Shadow of the Four (Chapters in progress)
442) Where the Watermelons Rot (Chapters in progress)
443) Sharing is Caring (short story)
444) Dead Man's Party (short story)
445) Sexual Education (short story)
446) A Storm (short story)
447) Like a dying phoenix (short story)
448) personal, no. out of spite? yes. (short story)
449) Uninvited Guest (short story)
450) Warmth (short story)
451) Oh shit? You're Alcina's maid! (short story)
452) Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens (short story)
453) Every Mother's Nightmare (short story)
454) Mother 母亲 (short story, not english)
455) The waterfall (short story)
456) A Guest of Castle Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress)
457) You Dare Hurt My Daughters?! (short story)
458) 【夫人×��森】孕育 (short story, not english)
459) Entertaining Foreigners (Chapters in progress)
460) Fuck Canon (Chapters in progress)
461) Eros and Psyche, permit me the vision of thy form (short story)
462) The Consequences of Curiosity (short story)
463) Unexpected Circumstances (short story)
464) Size (short story)
465) Common Grounds (Chapters in progress)
466) Heisenburg, You dirty dog (Chapters in progress)
467) an honest death (Chapters in progress)
468) Hello Sorrow (Chapters in progress)
469) The Daughters of Castle Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress)
470) Amantă Sângeroasă (Chapters in progress)
471) Rescue (Chapters in progress)
472) Jealousy almost Kills (short story)
473) The Embrace (short story)
474) Room For One More? (short story)
475) Mother (short story)
478) Mess (short story)
479) To Lose a Life so Precious (short story)
480) Compliments (short story)
481) Vampirii (short story)
482) Your Sharp and Glorious Thorn (Chapters in progress)
483) And Icarus Looked Straight Into The Sun As He Burned (Chapters in progress)
484) Even in this, the darkest of nights, I see her Moonlight (Chapters in progress)
485) Blood and Chains (Chapters in progress)
486) De-a V-aţi Ascunselea (Chapters in progress)
487) A Nightmare Dressed Like A Daydream (Chapters in progress)
488) offer it a soul (Chapters in progress)
489) A Garden of Steel (Chapters in progress)
490) Just as Boredom Tempts The Cat to Break a Glass... (Chapters in progress)
491) Misthios (Chapters in progress)
492) The (Un)lucky Chosen (Chapters in progress)
493) Homewrecker (Chapters in progress)
494) Within The Castle Walls (Chapters in progress)
495) Unleash the Beast (short story)
496) It's Just a Dream! (short story)
497) the art of loving you [alcina dimitrescu] (short story)
498) Drowning Her Sorrows (short story)
499) Sommelier (short story)
500) do you see me? (please tell me you do) (Chapters in progress)
501) Mother of Two (short story)
502) Bloodlust (short story)
503) Lady Dimitrescu x buttermilkink (short story)
504) Break Me (short story)
505) Oh, that’s not what she thought was happening (short story)
506) Vena Amoris (Chapters in progress)
507) Don't look at the moon (or do?) (Chapters in progress)
508) The Tailor’s Daughter (Chapters in progress)
509) here come the sun (Chapters in progress)
510) Call of the Castle (Chapters in progress)
511) Dawn of Love (Chapters in progress)
512) A Wildflower in Early Bloom (Chapters in progress)
513) Custody Arrangements (Chapters in progress)
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What do you think of Robert? What are your opinions on him, do you think that if the war never happened that he'd still go down this self destructive path?
I think Robert was fundamentally not made to be a king - He has the charisma and the looks and is an able warrior, but his negative character traits are indulged and enhanced by his position and led him down an almost unavoidable path.
Robert is someone who above all wants to enjoy and live an easy life:
"You need to come south," Robert told him. "You need a taste of summer before it flees. [...] Flowers everywhere, the markets bursting with food, the summerwines so cheap and so good that you can get drunk just breathing the air. Everyone is fat and drunk and rich." He laughed and slapped his own ample stomach a thump. "And the girls, Ned!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. "I swear, women lose all modesty in the heat.[...]" The king laughed happily. Robert Baratheon had always been a man of huge appetites, a man who knew how to take his pleasures. - Eddard I, aGoT
"Robert wanted smiles and cheers, always, so he went where he found them, to his friends and his whores. Robert wanted to be loved." - Sansa IV, aCoK
He has just enough of a moral understanding to at least know when he is doing wrong and to even feel bad about it at times, but not enough to actually change anything about himself.
The rage was gone from him now; in his eyes Ned saw something sad and scared. "I should not have hit [Cersei]. That was not … that was not kingly." He stared down at his hands, as if he did not quite know what they were. - Eddard X, aGoT
Robert desires to have an easy life, he wants to be loved, he wants to have fun, but he does not want to deal with the hard and unpleasant things. In times of crisis, he wants to take the easy way out, and he prefers to avoid uncomfortable truths.
Lord Tywin stared at him as if he had lost his wits. "[...] When I laid those bodies before the throne, no man could doubt that we had forsaken House Targaryen forever. And Robert's relief was palpable. As stupid as he was, even he knew that Rhaegar's children had to die if his throne was ever to be secure. Yet he saw himself as a hero, and heroes do not kill children." - Tyrion VI, aSoS
"Well, now I know Jaime's dark sin, and the matter can be forgotten. I am heartily sick of secrets and squabbles and matters of state, Ned." - Eddard II, aGoT
"Most likely the king did not know," Littlefinger said. "It would not be the first time. Our good Robert is practiced at closing his eyes to things he would rather not see." - Eddard IV, aGoT
He feels most comfortable when he is surrounded by people who love him and know how to handle him/want the best for him, and steer him onto the right path in a way where he can still feel good about himself.
"These are difficult times. I need good men about me. Men like Jon Arryn. He served as Lord of the Eyrie, as Warden of the East, as the Hand of the King. He will not be easy to replace." - Eddard I, aGoT
In an environment that works against him, or goes against his wishes even if it is for the better, it creates a destructive energy in him. He cannot stand dissent to his wishes because it robs him of a pleasure he desires, and creates unwanted conflict. He also cannot handle constructive criticism because it makes him confront unpleasant truths - he always wants the easiest path with the least tension. If he is presented with a situation that strains his limits as there is no amiable solution to a difficult/disturbing problem, his reaction is a toxic one; turning to rage and violence even towards his own child.
Not for the first time, he wondered what he was doing here and why he had come. He was no Jon Arryn, to curb the wildness of his king and teach him wisdom. Robert would do what he pleased, as he always had, and nothing Ned could say or do would change that. - Eddard II, aGoT
He may act against what he knows is right, because it is the easiest route; like when he has the wolf Lady killed to please Cersei:
“A costly pelt,” Robert grumbled. “I want no part of this, woman. You can damn well buy your furs with Lannister gold.” [...] "We have a wolf," Cersei Lannister said. Her voice was very quiet, but her green eyes shone with triumph. It took them all a moment to comprehend her words, but when they did, the king shrugged irritably. "As you will. Have Ser Ilyn see to it." - “Robert, you cannot mean this,” Ned protested. The king was in no mood for more argument. “Enough, Ned, I will hear no more." - Eddard III, aGoT
"I am sorry for your girl, Ned. Truly. About the wolf, I mean. My son was lying, I'd stake my soul on it." - Eddard VII, aGoT
And when Ned reprimands him about Daenerys he will not hear dissent, even though he knows deep down that it is wrong:
He gave the king a long cool look. “Would [the man who spared Barristan] were here today.” Robert had shame enough to blush. “It was not the same,” he complained. “Ser Barristan was a knight of the Kingsguard.” - “Whereas Daenerys is a fourteen-year-old girl.”
[...] “Not another word. Have you forgotten who is king here?” - “No, Your Grace,” Ned replied. “Have you?” - “Enough!” the king bellowed. “I am sick of talk. I’ll be done with this, or be damned."
[...] “I will not be part of murder, Robert. Do as you will, but do not ask me to fix my seal to it.” For a moment Robert did not seem to understand what Ned was saying. Defiance was not a dish he tasted often. Slowly his face changed as comprehension came. [...] “You are the King’s Hand, Lord Stark. You will do as I command you, or I’ll find me a Hand who will.” - “I wish him every success.” Ned [...] laid [his badge of office] on the table in front of the king, saddened by the memory of the man who had pinned it on him, the friend he had loved. “I thought you a better man than this, Robert. I thought we had made a nobler king.” Robert’s face was purple. “Out,” he croaked, choking on his rage. “[...] Go, run back to Winterfell. And make certain I never look on your face again, or I swear, I’ll have your head on a spike!” - Eddard VIII, aGoT
“Gods have mercy,” he muttered, swallowing his agony. “The girl. Daenerys. Only a child, you were right . . . that’s why, the girl . . . the gods sent the boar . . . sent to punish me . . .” - Eddard XIII, aGoT
Robert is a man who always wants it easy, he wants his demands to always be fulfilled, to be loved and have fun without dealing with the bad things; but an important theme that is repeated over and over in asoiaf is that you can only act good if you are willing to face the bad that may come with it, and if you cannot live with the consequences, your action might not be justified.*
Bran thought about it. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" - "That is the only time a man can be brave." - Bran I, aGoT
"Sacrifice . . . is never easy, Davos. Or it is no true sacrifice." - Davos VI, aSoS
"The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die." - Bran I, aGoT
Ned stood, gently disengaging himself from Sansa's grasp. All the weariness of the past four days had returned to him. "Do it yourself then, Robert," he said in a voice cold and sharp as steel. "At least have the courage to do it yourself." - Robert looked at Ned with flat, dead eyes and left without a word, his footsteps heavy as lead. Silence filled the hall. - Eddard III, aGoT
This is why putting him on the throne was poison - all the power in the world, and noone who would dare go against his wishes. It indulges all of Robert's worst traits, and buries anything he had inside him that was salvageable.
Ser Barristan Selmy spoke up. "Your Grace," he said, "it is not seemly that the king should ride into the melee. It would not be a fair contest. Who would dare strike you?" - "Ser Barristan is right. There's not a man in the Seven Kingdoms who would dare risk your displeasure by hurting you." - Eddard VII, aGoT
I am surrounded by flatterers and fools, the king had insisted. Ned looked down the council table and wondered which were the flatterers and which the fools. He thought he knew already. - Eddard IV, aGoT
And Robert knows it - he knows being a king isn't for him, that he doesn't enjoy the actual work that goes into governing, that he doesn't have the personality for such politics or to deal with the people involved, and that he would much rather spend his time enjoying life and doing what he loves...
"Look at what kinging has done to me. Gods, too fat for my armor, how did it ever come to this? [...] I swear to you, I was never so alive as when I was winning this throne, or so dead as now that I’ve won it." - Eddard VII, aGoT
"I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one. Laws are a tedious business and counting coppers is worse. And the people … there is no end of them. I sit on that damnable iron chair and listen to them complain until my mind is numb and my ass is raw. They all want something, money or land or justice. The lies they tell … and my lords and ladies are no better. I am surrounded by flatterers and fools. It can drive a man to madness, Ned. Half of them don't dare tell me the truth, and the other half can't find it. There are nights I wish we had lost at the Trident. Ah, no, not truly, but …" - Eddard I, aGoT
Robert groaned with good-humored impatience. "If I wanted to honor you, I'd let you retire. I am planning to make you run the kingdom and fight the wars while I eat and drink and wench myself into an early grave." - Eddard I, aGoT
"Let me tell you a secret, Ned. More than once, I have dreamed of giving up the crown. Take ship for the Free Cities with my horse and my hammer, spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for. The sellsword king, how the singers would love me." - Eddard VII, aGoT
And yet he doesn't do anything about it and keeps staying at the position he hates - he does not want to deal with the uncomfortable consequences that would come with upsetting the status quo, or making changes to his own personality and going through growth, or confronting ugly truths about himself in a productive way, etc etc.
He does make a talk of changes at times during aGoT, and seems to have a sense of responsibility about his Job, but as it is his desire for changes came too late, and what responsibility he felt mostly served to paralyze him in place.
"The sellsword king, how the singers would love me. You know what stops me? The thought of Joffrey on the throne, with Cersei standing behind him whispering in his ear. My son. How could I have made a son like that, Ned?" - Eddard VII, aGoT
"I'm still young, and now that you're here with me, things will be different. We'll make this a reign to sing of, and damn the Lannisters to seven hells." - Eddard VII, aGoT
In a way Joffrey is to Robert what Ramsay is to Roose: an exploration of the inherent flaw in their way of life, demonstrated in the most extreme case. In Joffrey's case, it shows what happens to give someone unlimited power with noone daring to oppose them.
Do you think that if the war never happened that he'd still go down this self destructive path?
It's a little unclear which war you mean, so I will briefly touch on several points:
There could have been ideal circumstances where he might have worked out as a king, if he was surrounded by people who know the perfect way to deal with him and make him work past his flaws (intuitively doing the work of a modern therapist), but the average life is not ideal and grrm shows the realistic fate of a man like Robert.
I think by the time Ned arrived it was sadly too late to change - maybe if the Lannisters didn't exist, or this or that event hadn't happened, but Grrm shows that most of what lead to Robert's downfall was in the end caused by himself. Cersei kills him because she came to despise the man he was, and for good reason as he abused her during all her marriage - and while he has some scenes of feeling bad or even apologizing for it, he never made any attempts to actually change the terrible way he was treating her.
If Robert's Rebellion never happened, he would have probably made an able enough Lord of Storm's End; delegating his "boring" administrative duties to his advisors and maester, enjoying the privileges of highborn life, and having just enough responsibility to feel like the alpha male of his society yet not enough to do as lasting damage as he did for the throne. He would not have been the best Lord, but sadly there are many worse in Westeros, since the entire dynastic ruling system is inherently flawed. If he would have been a better person depends on who he is surrounded with, if circumstances would have motivated him to change, or if perhaps his position of power and outward influences would still just have indulged him into the man he was in aGoT. Ultimately, there are a lot of butterfly effects leading to different results that i’m sure have been explored in many fics.
"Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature." - Eddard IX, aGoT
This was the boy he had grown up with, he thought; this was the Robert Baratheon he'd known and loved. If he could prove that the Lannisters were behind the attack on Bran, prove that they had murdered Jon Arryn, this man would listen. Then Cersei would fall, and the Kingslayer with her, and if Lord Tywin dared to rouse the west, Robert would smash him as he had smashed Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident. He could see it all so clearly. - Eddard VII, aGoT
What do you think of Robert?
Since i am someone who frequently enjoys morally grey and villainous characters, despite his many negative traits i have a fondness of Robert; I think he is an interesting character and very human in his flaws, and there is a lot of melancholy to his story that makes me somber about him even if it obviously does not excuse his bad actions. I also think he has a great character design that's fun to draw and some fun boisterous scenes, and some of his positive qualities remind me of people i know.
*Stannis is an interesting character as Robert’s brother, as he is the opposite to him in this regard, as well as in many aspects of their personality and even their outward presentation (like how Stannis crops his beard short to contrast Robert’s wild one)
#asoiaf#robert baratheon#asoiaf meta#my posts#asks#anonymous#of course this is not an extensive analysis and there are more facettes to his character#these are the ones i focused on for this ask as they came to my mind when i reread his scenes#he kinda reminds me of roose in places lol might be why it inspired me to analyze him#Anonymous
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Smile For Me More
Summary: Lucifer is overworking himself more than usual, and is more than drained, he's much more sleep-deprived and his bad mood shows more frequently, his brothers notice it and think on a way to make him less uneasy. They ask MC if they can go make the prideful demon smile for once, which they oblige.
A small one-shot dedicated to our favorite prideful demon, Luci.
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"I do not want a mess while I'm working, are we clear? Or else the consequences will be so severe." A so-done-for-the-day Lucifer glared at his brothers, MC included. His glare could tear through steel, and it was very frightening. Then he turned around and exited the room, the door slammed shut behind him.
"Jeeze, he's more uptight than other days..." Mammon huffed looking in the direction his brother just went. He was a lot more scolded and lectured by Lucifer than many other times, taking notice of how tired he was.
"I would've said that this is normal Lucifer, but I do agree, he's so tense and I think he's lacking sleep, you noticed his dark rings? Bad mood happens when there is sleep deprivation." Leviathan spoke up, also agreeing that something was off with Lucifer.
"Why, lack of sleep is fatal for the skin, I can only imagine Lucifer's skin being so dry without any scent!" Asmo piped up, looking at himself through the mirror he was always holding.
"MC, can you go see about him, and maybe make his night a bit more peaceful for him?" Beelzebub asked MC who was with them, and they blinked, but nodded with a smile.
"Of course, Beel. I'll try my best to put him at ease-"
"Wait, hold on, just a second!" Mammon complained. "Why is it to be MC the one to make Lucifer less stressed?" As always feeling jealous when any of his brothers spent more time with them. The others rolled their eyes.
"Mammon, if we want Lucifer to stop being so tensed up and uptight, MC is the indicated for that. Stop being so jealous, we know that you just want MC for yourself." Levi huffed at his older brother, and he tried to deny it.
"Huh?! Me? Jealous? That's stupid! Why would I be jealous about a human spending more time with the oldest? So stupid!" Mammon denied it and he crossed his arms, like a child in a temper. "Fine! Go after Lucifer for all I care! It's always him this and always him that, I don't care anymore!"
"Don't worry, Mammon. I'll organize my time better and next time I'll spend it with you." MC smiled gently at the greedy brother, and he blushed looking away.
"Y-you don't have to. I'm fine. Just go after Lucifer, before he comes here and yells at all of us for any dumb reason!"
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Meanwhile in his study, Lucifer was swamped with many, many papers he had to read and sign and he was just so exhausted, his head throbbed with pain, his shoulders also hurt and he just wanted to be done with this.
"At this rate I will not be able to fulfill all these... another night without sleep, I guess." He sighed in defeat and continued with that. Sure, Diavolo told him that he could take the weekend off, since he's seen his work and knew how overworked and exhausted he was, but this demon's pride did not let him accept a so much needed and deserved break. He chose to overwork himself.
There was a knock on the door and Lucifer sighed. Please not Mammon wanting to go spend all their money, this wasn't the time for that, he was very busy to deal with the second-born's antics, but perked up when it was a different voice.
"Lucifer, may I come in?"
It was MC. Well, pleasant visitor, he'd rather have them in than any of his rowdy younger brothers.
"Come in, MC. It's open."
MC opened the door and entered, closing the door from behind and they walked over to Lucifer, they were holding a tray with tea and a side of cookies.
"Luci, you're so tensed up and so uptight, take the rest of the night off, let's spend it together."
Lucifer liked how that idea sounded inwardly, but his pride. His precious pride wouldn't allow him.
"MC, I do not have the time for that as much I would have loved to. Maybe next time." He looked down at his paper, but MC was determined to not let him keep working, they stopped his writing hand from writing and held his gaze.
"You know you want to. Please, Luci, you deserve this more than all that pile of work."
Lucifer held the human's gaze back, this one was very determined into doing what they wanted. But fine, he relented. Seeing that they so wanted to make him less stressed. He placed his pen down.
"Alright, you win. I'll spend the night with you, so you better make it worth it otherwise I will waste time on my work. So you better not make this something regretful."
MC grinned triumphantly. "Don't worry, my dear Luci, you won't regret this! Come on, let's go to your room and spend it in there. They were holding the tray in one hand and the other reached to take Lucifer's hand which he willingly gave it to them.
"Lead the way, MC. I'll be following you this time."
They walked out of the study, Lucifer locking the door and putting the keys inside his pocket, then following the human eagerly to his room. Once inside, the first-born made sure his room were cursed as to drive away any curious brother who wanted to come and ruin their night.
"Alright, first part of our night, playing chess." MC revealed and Lucifer had this smirk on.
"Alright, but be warned. I never lose in chess." He said proudly and went to sit down by the black side of the chessboard. MC placed the tray with the tea and the cookies and went for the white side of it. Of course they knew they didn't stand a chance against the Avatar of Pride, but they just wanted to put him better than his current state of exhaustion and sleep deprivation-
"Go ahead, you move first."
MC took the knight and placed it in the middle. Lucifer went with his pawn and put it by the middle too.
Ten minutes into the game and MC was cornered.
"Checkmate. See, I told you. I'm just glad that you're not like Leviathan who by this point would be throwing a big fit." Lucifer chuckled softly and the sound of it was like music to MC's ears.
"Luci..." They held his gaze for a moment, the demon cocking his head to the side, wondering what they wanted.
"Yes? What seems to be the matter, MC? You are not cranky because I won in chess, now are you?"
MC shook their head, smiling sweetly. "I love your laugh, Luci. Please can you smile more for me?"
Lucifer blinked and sighed. "As much as I would love to. I do not feel like smiling. My graceful smile died long ago..." With Lilith. He didn't say that loudly, but that was the feeling that he had inwardly for centuries now. The death of his sister was still pretty present in his head and he was not going to just forget about it. It was his sister, his beloved little sister. He may not seem like it, but he's been hurting and grieving for a long, long time now.
"Luci..." MC wrapped their arm around his shoulder. "Is it about... Lilith?" How did the human know about his sister? He sighed.
"How did you know about my sister?"
"Beel told me about her... about her story and how she died. I'm so sorry for your loss, even if it was long ago... but," They cupped the demon's face in their arms, holding his gaze. "Wouldn't Lilith have wanted you to smile, and not stay grim and gloom for the rest of your years? She would've wanted you to at least smile... for her."
Lucifer looked at their eyes in silent... why did their eyes just remind him of Lilith? And that smile? He put his hands on MC's hands that were holding his cheeks. And the unexpected occured...
Lucifer's lips curled up into a genuine, graceful smile. MC practically jumped inside their mind. Lucifer smiled. Lucifer who was always keeping that grumpy, serious look. He smiled... they had to treasure his smile, it was radiant than the sun, than the stars and moon. A bright ray of light... just like how he was. A light. A light outside the tunnel.
"Luci..." They smiled back, and nuzzled his cheeks with their fingers, they were soft and loving caresses. "Your smile is just brighter than anything that is bright. Shining in radiant glory, oh, Luci, never lose this smile... keep smiling for me... for Lilith."
"As you wish... dearest star. My star." He kept the smile on, even when they shared a kiss and held one another close. Mission accomplish, MC had managed to make the Avatar of Pride happy again, they witnessed his smile, and they would treasure it, forever.
A smile to remember for eternity.
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11. Preaching to the Choir
A continuation of 4. Baleful
The Southern Front was quiet that night, save for the chirp of insects and the far off rumble of engines.
The air was like breathing in hot syrup, though. Remeraux could feel it sticking to her skin, turning the inside of her armor into a swamp. Perspiration collected on her shoulders in rivulets, to trickle clear down the small of her back and right between her asscheeks. Unpleasant. She squinted her one good eye (her swollen eye came pre-squinted, and it smarted something fierce when the rubber eyepiece bumped against it) through her binoculars as she made another sweep of the battlefield. Leaning her elbows lazily against the burlap sandbags that made up their post, she drummed her fingers against the binoculars with one hand while the other went to fiddle with the focus. Her gaze settled on a squat little warmachina, creeping over a muddy ridge on its four flat discs of feet. Remeraux always thought those ones looked a little like ducks, at least in the face. A glowing blue lens made for an eye on either side of its 'head', and a perforated dark metal barrel for a beak. It was scurrying a little too close to camp for her liking.
“Nimrod. Eleven bells. Roundabouts… two malms out, I reckon.”
Remeraux’s voice was the first sound to break the silence.
“On it.”
The second sound, another voice, in reply.
The crack of a rifle, ringing a little in Remeraux’s pointed ear, was the third.
Through her binoculars, Remeraux watched the bullet find her target. Right through that shiny blue lens, exploding that glass into powder. It sputtered sparks and blue flame from the jagged impact crater, and like a puppet separated from its strings it ceased to move. The coast looked clear enough, after that. Remeraux kept her vigil for just long enough to check for any moves of reprisal. It was a relief to find that their enemy was fine to let them take a pawn of their own, for the time being. She lowered her binoculars and withdrew for the moment, sliding down the wall back down into their foxhole.
Remeraux fiddled in the pocket of her thick, armored coat for something as she watched the woman next to her take her knee off its perch on the edge of the sack wall, exiting her perfect rifleman's stance. Joining her within the confines of their cozy little pit, she lowered the butt of the rifle, rich woods and dull metals, to the ground at her side. Remeraux found herself having to crane her neck up ever so slightly to look at her, despite how similar they were in height. It was probably because, unlike her, Misija wasn’t leaning against the wall.
Now that she thought about it, Remeraux wasn't sure that she’d ever seen the woman so much as slouch.
“Chocolate?” Remeraux asked, as she produced a foil-wrapped square from her pocket. She put the fingertip of her padded gauntlet between her teeth and yanked the whole thing off. She wasn't fussy enough to not just open her mouth when she'd pulled her hand free and let the gauntlet just drop right to the floor (just a series of planks pressed into the wet earth). Freshly dexterous, Remeraux unwrapped the foil with grimy fingers. She broke off a messy square of the pitch-black bar with a snap, and held it out to the pale Roegadyn, who just gave a nod in the affirmative and took it first into her hand, and then her mouth. The corners of those equally pale lips turned up, just a hair. Remeraux nodded, smiling in return. She didn’t manage to get many of those from Misija, although to tell the truth they'd only started spending time together recently. But, she had taken plenty of opportunities to glance at her: from across the sands of Gangos, from the other side of Utya's Aegis when she was busy with the Ironworks staff and Remeraux should have really been focusing on taking inventory.
Something about the quiet intensity she radiated, steel eyes like searchlights, gave her the feeling smiling wasn’t something she did often. The few times Misija's own gaze settled on her, though, always made her stomach tie itself in knots. It was definitely doing so now. She distracted herself from the sensation by breaking off her own hunk and shoving it in her mouth. It was shitty chocolate, bitter as sin, but it was better than anything they’d had to eat in a while.
“How’s your eye?” Misija inquired, crossing one arm over her other. Remeraux waved her off nonchalantly with her free hand, as her jaws worked through the dense matter. She swallowed.
“Better than his, I reckon. Fer a soldier, bastard couldn’t throw a punch ta save his life.”
The two women shared a chuckle, briefly flashing teeth smudged with dark chocolate. It was funny, Remeraux thought in the moment before the expression faded from Misija’s face like a snowflake that just touched ground. Usually teeth were the only thing that shone white in faces turned to a sea of brown grime, out there on the Front. For Misija, it was the opposite. Grey hair on grey skin on grey eyes on grey lips. The chocolate on her teeth was the only splash of color present on her face.
“You really didn’t need to get involved, though.” Misija exhaled through her nose, those searchlights of hers scanning Remeraux’s face as if they'd find their answers by scouring them from her skin. “My honor is not a thing that needs defending.”
Remeraux rolled her shoulders. She can’t help but inevitably brush against her ears with her shoulderpads with the gesture, they were just that big. The ears, kind of, but mostly the shoulderpads. “Ain’ just fer you. Don’t stand fer that kinda talk around me. Learned ta punch ta get it to stop a looong time ago.” She chuckled, just a few sharp exhales out of her nose, and popped another square between her lips. She extended another to Misija, who broke off one of her own.
“...The Star may have its depths of cruelties, but few of them are novel, it seems.” Misija mused, her eyes appraising the chocolate as she tilted it side to side between two fingers, before putting it into her mouth.
“Ye’re tellin’ me….” Remeraux just sat in the evening's silence, for just a moment. “Ta find it true o’ Bozja though... that was a bit of a shock, I gotta say.”
The corners of those pale lips dropped back down to a line. “Well. Consider yourself informed.” It was a level response, matter-of-fact and cold. More silence. More chewing. Remeraux couldn’t stand the quality the silence had taken on forever, and was the first one to break it.
“...I know, I know. A mite naive, I s'pose” She shrugged, apologetically. She ran her tongue across the front of her teeth, picking up stray bits of sugar. “Jus’... grew up on folk tales, about it. Bozja, that is. From me mum. An’ she was the child o’ refugees, so I guess the truth got a bit stretched in the tellins." Remeraux scratched the back of her head awkwardly, dragging her nails through short-cropped hair drenched in sweat. "But a kingdom under the sun an’ sand… A goodly queen, loved by her people… An’ a 'fine republic' af’er that.” She sighed, looking around at the wasteland of a countryside. What few structures remained, south of the old ruined capital, still half-melted into crystal at their tips, blasted back and frozen in a photograph of the devastation. ”Even if it was over before my time, it was a nice thing ta hear tell about.”
Misija just took the words in, providing nothing in the quality of her expression to act as commentary. “A nation’s truth is never the stories that it tells about itself." She said pointedly, before turning her eyes back on Remeraux. "Judging by the way you responded to those soldiers, I wouldn’t guess you exactly believe in Ishgard, the good King Thordan and his knights twelve, and the mandate of the Archbishop, blessed first among Halone’s Children…”
Remeraux cocked an eyebrow. Misija just shrugged.
“Unless my intuition is mistaken.”
“Is there somefin’ about my face that just screams Ishgard?” Remeraux gave Misija a playful punch on the shoulder, and got another smile, however slight, out of the woman. "Izzit the ears? The teeth?"
“Mostly just your name. Although I’ll freely admit to having no firsthand knowledge of the place. Imperial education may be broad, but it was rudimentary in some areas.”
Another pause for chewing.
“...Imperial education?” Remeraux asked, as neutrally as she could make the words sound.
Misija gave those silvery eyes a roll, and held out her hand for another break of the bar. Remeraux obliged.
“Don’t look so surprised. Basjalsen himself was a Legion field medic for years. You’ll find that many members of the resistance first lived under the Imperial yoke before turning against their masters.”
Remeraux just shoved the last bit of the chocolate bar in her mouth. The bitterness of it made her salivate something fierce. It was welcome relief from how quickly her throat dried out nowadays, in the moon since... since the gassing.
And it was a better thing to put into her mouth than her own foot.
“...What was it like?" Remeraux mumbled the words from around a cheek full of the candy. "Imperial schoolin', I mean."
“It was… a lifeline.” The way Misija looked at her when she said that… it was as if she left no room for argument. As if it was fact that Remeraux had no choice but to accept. “The fortunate children of Bozja enjoy claiming their homeland of old was a bastion of equality… but, tell that to those not born to the privileged few, eh? You were either born high…”
“Or low.” Remeraux finished the sentence. She spat onto the ground. The chocolate in her spittle made it blend nicely with the mud. “Don’t I know it, sis.”
Misija nodded.
“When the IVth legion took control of the country, they implemented a policy of universal education. I was fed, clothed, taught a trade. I can’t imagine I would have survived, otherwise…" Remeraux recognized that look on her face, suddenly less impossible to read. It was a face she'd seen in herself in mirrors. "...It is hard to not be grateful even. For the occupation.” She exhaled through her nose, and scowled. “The Bozja I knew as a girl deserved what it got, in the end.”
Remeraux mulled the woman’s words over. “...Honestly? I wouldn't hold that against ya.” She gave a sigh as weary as she felt, and rubbed her hands together. One bare, one gloved, crumpling the now empty foil into a ball that she continued to roll between her palms as she spoke. “The Brume, they called it in Ishgard. The ‘wrong’ part o’ town, anyways. Cute little name, ain' it?" Remeraux sneered, choking on the faux saccharinity. "An' a righ' brume it was... stuck us wif all the fog and smog an’ run-off from a city that’s far too vertical. Spent me childhood suckin’ up smoke an’ fumes, as our folks barely could afford us bread on th’ table…” She tossed the ball underhand, caring not where in the foxhole it landed. “Knew I’d go mad if I kept livin’ like that, if I didn’t jus’ starve one day. I jus’... I dunno.”
She could feel those words creep up onto her tongue. They were words that were always rattling around the inside of her chest, until they had to try and climb out of her throat. They tasted acrid, caustic, and had grown in her like bile since the day she returned home for the first time, to a life frozen solid. The day she’d seen what had become of her sister. And every day it seemed, at some point or another, she had to swallow them down hard, and they scratched the inside of her throat as they travelled back down.
Remeraux looked at Misija, and something about the way she returned that gaze, as if appraising her anew, made the core of her being flare hotter than the air around them. Not for the first time, the thought of pressing her lips against Misija's own came unbidden to her mind. She could almost imagine what it would be like for the woman to explore her mouth. How small she would feel in the light of the woman's intensity. But now... she bet she’d taste those same words on Misija's tongue as she took it between her lips. And with that thought... for once, she let them spill.
“Ishgard deserved a hell of a lot worse.”
The corner of those pale lips turned up. Just one of them, enough to show a flash of teeth. Like a lion reminding you of the quality of its jaws. Something about the sight sent a new thrill through Remeraux. It was a dizzying thing, to let lose with words she'd nearly choked on and still be met with approval. A hungry approval. And for once, it was Misija to push through the space between them. She put a hand on her shoulder. It was a simple thing. A simple touch. Even through her armor, her palm seared into Remeraux’s skin.
“...We should get back to our posts, no?”
"...Righ'."
Remeraux swallowed, her mouth dry all over again, and clambered back up with her binoculars.
“...’Nother nimrod. Two bells. Jus’ over the ridge.”
“On it.”
Another crack of Misija’s rifle, as her bullet found its mark.
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Vaunna my beloved ❤
After your amazing Wels and Hels armorstand scene on my server could I get Wels and Hels story? Please? 👉👈
Oca my beloved ❤️
This is genuinely one of my favourite oneshots I’ve written. I just love the Wels/Hels dynamic so much.
Also this is technically a sequel to the last one I wrote so go read it here if you like! This one does make sense without it tho
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It’s been a few weeks since the server has seen an evil hermit incident, and even though most of the hermits have let down their guard, Welsknight hasn’t. He hasn’t stopped being vigilant since his last encounter with Helsknight. He knows that his evil counterpart is out there somewhere, waiting for another chance to kill him.
Wels knows he can’t give him that chance.
One morning, while out in the desert, grinding for sand, Wels keeps spotting movement out the corner of his eye but every time he looks, he sees nothing. At first, he thinks it’s just the desert playing tricks on his mind. But his knight training tells him not to be so quick to jump to conclusions.
Eventually, he decides to put most of his stuff in a chest and go have a look, just in case. He leaves his valuables in the chest and explores the immediate area, looking carefully for any threats.
He hears the sound behind him and twists to the side, a split second before a figure appears out of nowhere and attempts to shove him to the ground.
Wels jumps back a few steps and raises his diamond pickaxe, realising too late he accidentally brought it instead of his sword. “Helsknight.”
His evil counterpart grins. “Hey, Welsy. Your face is looking great.”
Wels’s hand automatically rises to his cheek, where the burn scar from their last encounter still sits. “Thanks. What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for you, of course. It’s time we have another little battle, don’t you think?”
Normally, Wels wouldn’t hesitate to stay and fight. But he doesn’t have a real weapon and his inventory is practically empty.
So he bolts back towards his chest, intending to grab his sword for a proper battle. But then he realises he may be running directly into a trap, so he changes direction.
However, at that moment, the ground under his feet gives way, sending him tumbling down into the hole below.
His fall seems to last only a few seconds but it must be far; when he hits the ground, pain explodes through his whole body. He’s fallen very far.
A second after he lands, he hears a splash from nearby and glances up. With the sunlight streaming through the hole, he can see a figure emerging from a single source block of water to his left. His heart skips a beat.
“You idiot!” Hels snaps, tossing the bucket at the wall. “You triggered the trap too soon! I wasn’t out of the way yet!”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Wels’s voice is strained from pain but his anger is unmistakable. “You’re right; I should have been able to avoid the secret trap you set up for me. Dang it. But hey, at least I’m not now stuck in a hole in terrible pain with next to no resources! That sure wouldn’t be ideal!”
Hels glares at him. “Quit it with the sarcasm. This is all your fault.”
Wels feels indignance boil inside him but he forces himself not to rise to the bait. His rational mind knows there’s no point arguing with Hels. “Whatever. I’m gonna see if my friends will come save me.”
He taps out a message to the server asking for help, and within a minute, he gets replies from both Etho and Joe.
“They’re on their way,” he says. “You may as well relax, cuz we’re not going anywhere ‘til then.”
Hels huffs and sits down a few blocks away from Wels, crossing his arms irritably.
They sit in silence for a long time. The sun crosses the sky above them, marking the end of the morning and the start of the afternoon.
After a while, Wels decides to try and be practical. He checks his inventory; all he has on him is his diamond pickaxe, sixteen obsidian, a flint and steel, a single piece of bread, and some seeds. Nothing particularly useful. There aren’t enough blocks to pillar out, and Wels can hardly move while sitting, let alone standing, anyway. He could make a nether portal, but what would be the point? There’s no way he can survive better in the nether than in this pit right now.
He glances up. “Hels, do you have-.”
“I don’t have anything on me, useful or otherwise,” says Hels immediately.
Wels knows this means he doesn’t have food on him either. He can tell from the pouty expression on Hels’s face that his counterpart is hungry. Even though Wels’s hunger was reduced somewhat by the fall, he decides to be the bigger person.
He breaks his loaf of bread in half and offers the bigger part to Hels, who eyes him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”
Frowning confusedly, Wels replies, “Giving you some bread.”
“Why?”
“...because we both need food?”
“Yeah, so why don’t you just eat it all? You’ll be fuller.”
“But you won’t have any.” Wels shakes his hand. “Just take it.”
Hels continues to scowl at him. “Is it poisoned?”
Sighing and rolling his eyes, Wels flicks the piece of bread into Hels’s lap and starts slowly eating his own. Out the corner of his eye, he watches Hels carefully inspect the bread before taking a hesitant bite. Finally satisfied that he isn’t being tricked, Hels starts to gobble the bread.
Wels watches him curiously. “Why would I try to poison you, Hels?”
Hels shrugs. “We’re enemies, isn’t that what we do? Try to kill each other?”
“No,” Wels says. “That’s the way YOU see our relationship. I never wanted to be enemies with you, you know.”
“Really? Wasn’t it you who started all this?”
“No, you literally turned up out of the blue and dropped me in a hole one day. Then I destroyed you in a rap battle. Remember that?”
“I remember the hole,” says Hels. “Don’t remember losing any rap battle.”
“Uh huh.”
The two fall into silence as they eat. Wels continues to watch Hels, who has already finished his half of the bread.
“Can I make an observation?” he asks after a few minutes.
Hels huffs. “No but you’re gonna do it anyway.”
“You’re not used to the concept of sharing, are you?”
“Sharing?” Hels sits up straighter, a possessive look appearing in his eyes. “I don’t share anything! Nothing!”
“That’s not what I meant,” says Wels. “I meant the concept of people voluntarily sharing things with you.”
Hels glares at him for a moment longer, before relaxing visibly. “No. Back in my dimension, it’s every person for themselves. You protect what you’ve got cuz if you don’t, you’re gonna lose it forever, so people hoard their stuff like it’s made of gold. I never got attached to anything cuz I knew it’d probably get snatched away from me sooner or later. I-.” He breaks off as he registers Wels’s expression. “Oh, don’t you dare pity me,” he growls.
“I’m not.”
“Yes you are, you’re looking at me like I’m an abandoned baby dog or something.”
Wels raises an eyebrow. “Baby dog? You mean a puppy?”
“Shut up!” Hels growls again and huffily turns away from his counterpart. “I’m not a stupid puppy for you to adopt and train! If I get the opportunity, I WILL kill you. I would gladly leave you here to rot if it meant I could get outta this stupid hole. In fact, the only reason I’m not beating you to death right now is because you’re my best chance of getting out of here alive.”
A pause follows his words.
Eventually, Wels sighs. “Sometimes, it’s so easy to see that you’re all the worst parts of me combined.”
To his surprise, Hels doesn’t respond. His arms are folded but Wels can’t see his expression, can’t see that his counterpart’s eyes are misted over.
Hels is frustrated with himself; Wels has insulted him many times since their first meeting so why did that one little remark hurt him so much? Why has it brought him to tears like this?
Maybe it’s because Wels’s remark forced him to remember that he’s not his own person. He wasn’t born organically; he was brought into existence by a combination of Wels and a weird cloning machine. The nature of his “birth” means he isn’t a real person. He’s just a copy of Wels, made up of all the parts of himself that he hates.
Maybe that’s all he’ll ever be.
A soft groan brings Hels out of his thoughts. He glances to the right and sees that Wels’s condition has deteriorated; his skin has rapidly paled and he’s clearly struggling to breathe.
As Hels watches, Wels reaches a shaking hand into his inventory and weakly throws an item to Hels, who catches it and turns it over. It’s a flint and steel.
Hels glances up in time to see Wels drop some obsidian down beside him as well. “Go, Hels,” he rasps. “Make a portal and go back to the nether.”
Hels blinks, his mind racing as he tries to figure out the catch. “What are you doing? Why did you give me this?”
“So you can escape. My friends are coming for me but I’ll probably die before they get here. If you’re still here when they arrive, there’s no telling what they’ll do to you. Just go while you still can.”
After a moment, Hels narrows his eyes. “Are you tricking me? What’s the catch?”
“Nothing,” Wels insists weakly. “Just please, go, quickly.”
“No, seriously. Why are you so insistent I leave?”
“B-Because…” Wels hesitates, taking in a shaky breath. “Because it’s getting dark and the mobs will be coming soon and I don’t want you to die. If I die, I respawn. You don’t.”
Hels stares at his counterpart in confusion. “You… don’t want me to die?”
“Of course not. How many times do we have to-.”
He breaks off as he tries to stifle a pained cry. The fall damage he took is starting to catch up with him now.
The groan of a zombie sounds from nearby. Hels’s eyes widen with fear.
“Go, Hels!” Wels’s voice cracks. “Please!”
Looking deep into his counterpart’s eyes and finding nothing but fear and desperation in them, Hels turns and creates a portal on the very edge of the pit, lighting it up with the flint and steel.
He glances back at Wels one final time, before disappearing through the portal.
Wels closes his eyes, breathing a shallow sigh. His counterpart should be safe; if he’s anything like Wels himself, he knows how to survive on his own.
As the mob sounds start to surround him, he feels a calm sense of relief. He knows he’ll respawn back in his bed, and at this moment, he doesn’t care that he’ll lose the items he has on him right now. He just wants the pain to end.
…
Hidden safely in the nether, Hels clutches the flint and steel his counterpart gave him. He can’t stop staring at it; it represents the sacrifice Wels made for him. The first time anyone has been willing to lay down their own life for him. He can hardly believe it even happened at all; the concept of loving someone enough to want to protect them even at the cost of their own life is completely foreign.
As he’s puzzling this out, a message appears on the communicator he stole from Wels during their last confrontation. A message he knew deep down was coming, but one that still catches him off guard.
Welsknight was slain by zombie
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Justice's Reign - Akumatized!Lukanette AU a.k.a Silencer & Princess Justice AU
(Sooo...I can't find my original post about the idea of Silencer and Princess Justice working together as two uber powerful justice based akumas, so I will post my story separately).
Justice's Reign
"Come to me, my honorable loyal subjects." Princess Justice and Silencer stepped forth, bowing their heads. "Now, I want you to unleash your powers upon the citizens of Paris and punish all the evildoers you can find, including bringing me Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous!"
There was a sound, the sound of a bell chime and the scales of Princess Justice began to move. They swayed, one moving up, while the other moved down until they finally came to a definite standstill.
One side was tipped as low as the scales went and silence filled the room. Her eyes Hawkmoth could not see, but the sharp scowl told him she was displeased.
"I see now, my scales never lie." with that, Princess Justice raised her sword, lowered her scales to her side and pointed the blunt blade directly at Hawkmoth.
"What?! How dare you! I'm the one who granted you this power! Silencer, I command you to-!" Hawkmoth found himself in a tight headlock, two strong arms snaked under his own ones and locked behind his head, keeping him in place. "Silencer! What are you-" Silencer's gloved hand covered his mouth and steel grey eyes widened in astonishment.
It was Princess Justice that answered, all the while stepping closer, her bare feet padding against the sleek floor of Hawkmoth's lair. "Sorry Hawkmoth, but you're the biggest evildoer in this city and I won't allow you to continue the injustice any longer! Repent for what you've done!" Princess Justice touched him with her sword on his shoulder and promptly, Hawkmoth froze.
The small purple jellyfish that had flown into the air before the blade touched him traveled to Silencer's helmet, effectively capturing his voice.
The dark colors of his suit vanished and in Hawkmoth's place stood now a man clad in white, a white cloth over his eyes with his hands bound in front of him. His lips moved but no sound escaped him and he hung his head in defeat, the cleansing ritual complete.
The scales in the women's hand balanced themselves out, recognizing the purification process and tipping back into balance. The blindfolded woman rested the blade at her side and Silencer gently touched her shoulder.
She smiled. "Thank you, let's go." the young akumatized man nodded, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the lair.
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It was hours later that the two figures found a quiet place to rest.
Silencer gently lead the woman in white to sit on a bench in the secluded park, while he himself scanned the area warily.
Princess Justice's voice made him sharply turn his attention to her. "It's alright, he won't come without his partner. He wouldn't dare engage us in combat alone." taking her words for what they were, the tension in his shoulders left and he allowed himself to sit beside her.
Her lips stretched into a smile. "Thank you for being by my side, my scales are the only thing allowing me to gaze at the world as it is, but alerting me of others is not one of its functions." She giggled and smiled when Silencer's familiar hand found her shoulder to pat kindly.
She grasped his hand and squeezed it in appreciation, bowing her head in deep gratitude.
Her companion remained silent for a while, despite all the voices already stored within him, it took another moment before he raised his hand to speak. "Mistress-"
She shook her head, her hand lightly squeezing his own again. "I told you I'm no mistress to you, my dear Silencer."
He shook his head, green eyes twinkling with mirth. "Little melody," the name his civilian identity held for her own civilian one fell from his hands and Princess Justice felt herself flush under her blindfold.
"W-Would...would you choose a different name please?" she couldn't properly condone those worthy of punishment if he distracted her like this!
Silencer's chuckle sounded amused to her keen ears and she resisted the urge to gently tap his head with her blade. "My lady?"
Distantly, vaguely, a memory tried to float into her mind at the title, as if someone from a distant time had once called her so, but Princess Justice had no recollection.
She wasn't the woman before Hawkmoth's akuma had granted her her powers, she was Princess Justice, a punisher of sinners and a protector for the innocent. "Y-Yes?"
He paused, as if to choose his words carefully. "We've largely restored order to Paris as it is now, should we rest for the day? I'm sure you're exhausted." The tap on her shoulder made her smile and she nodded, granting him permission to soothingly rub her back.
While she had no recollection of her previous life, she still remembered him, her companion.
Silencer.
Luka.
How kind and gentle he'd been with her before and oh so affectionate. How it never changed even when they both fell prey to Hawkmoth's influence and their own emotions. If anything, his gentleness towards her had increased, laced with fierce protectiveness at her added blindness.
While Silencer may be mute without other voices, Princess Justice was blind, blinded by an oath to her blindfold, unless she committed a crime, that the blindfold would fall and she could no longer judge impartially.
A heavy sigh left her lips and she rubbed his knuckles over the gloved texture appreciatively. "While the idea sounds wonderful, I'm afraid the injustice that remains won't be idle while I rest. I want to completely cleanse the evil from the city and I cannot rest until I fulfilled my duty."
Two warm hands stopped her from standing, their warmth seeping into her shoulders, through the white toga she wore.
"My lady, while I share your thoughts, I don't think it's a good idea you overextert yourself. You have to be careful." she hoped her smile could convey what she couldn't with her eyes.
"My dear Silencer, as much as I appreciate your worry, I cannot rest until I finish my duty, at least for today." she stood and sensed Silencer stood beside her. "Will you accompany me again? Surely you are-"
"Nonsense. Of course, I'll come. I promised to be by your side, didn't I?" his voice, Luka's own, made her feel oddly warm and Princess Justice tried to clear her throat from the sensation of her heart nearly jumping out of it.
"Thank you..." she shook her head, tightening her grip on her blade. "I know who my next target will be. It's a woman who has wronged me in my past life, so I will judge her for her sins in this one."
"Do you mean..." Silencer's voice was replaced by another, but she could always tell it was him that spoke.
"Yes. Lila Rossi. The atrocities she has committed not only upon Marinette Dupain-Cheng, but upon all those who have known her, are despicable. She among all else deserves the punishment my scales will determine."
At the mention of the Italian woman, Silencer oddly fell silent and the woman sensed a change in his demeanor.
His aura felt wild, furious, as if the hottest fires from the flames of hell licked against the surface of his calm composure, threatening to consume it.
So he remembered Lila Rossi as well.
"I'll use the power Hawkmoth gave me to restore justice once and for all!" Silencer's anger radiated in waves off him, but a sudden hand on his cheek made him stop.
It was Princess Justice, Marinette, whose furious expression melted into genuine appreciation and affection for the akumatized man before her. "Silencer, my noble knight, I'm grateful for your help. But dishing out justice is my job, yours is to forever silence the evil voices haunting the innocent." reluctantly, he nodded, and she could see him smile with the way his gaze softened.
"I know but...she hurt the woman I love, and that is a crime even worse than what Hawkmoth did."
Princess Justice's eyes widened behind her blindfold and she took a step back, cheeks a bright red. "W-What are you saying? That's impossible! My scales-"
A familiar hand gently cradled her cheek, the heat on her face rising exponentially at his tender touch. "Sometimes, your scales can't measure the weight of what is in people's hearts, my lady."
Gentle, warm pressure was on her knuckles, Silencer's hand rubbing the limb lovingly, before he grabbed her other hand and lead her out of the park, into the open streets.
Princess Justice shook her head, Silencer's words strengthening not only her blade but also her heart and she gripped his hand more firmly before making a single small leap.
Silencer froze when he felt a tug on his hand and before he could react, warm soft lips placed a short but sweet kiss on his cheek, where his cheek would've been had it not been for his helmet.
The akumatized man stopped, suddenly feeling entirely too hot in his headgear before he was lead by his lady, in the direction where her sense of justice took her.
He followed, green eyes softening at her gesture and with her hand secure in his, they both set out on their mission.
To deliver justice.
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ANOTHER COMICS POST (sorry) because DC released their December Solicits and there is MUCH TO GEEK OUT OVER.
Also, preview pages for Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #4!
Spoilers, natch.
NON-SUPERGIRL: WOMAN OF TOMORROW STUFF, BUT STILL SUPERGIRL-RELATED BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT WE’RE HERE FOR. I ASSUME.
World of Krypton - Six issue limited series from Venditti and Oeming; Venditti wrote a Supergirl annual fairly recently, and Oeming is probably best known for his work on Bendis’ Powers series. The book will focus on the time period right before Krypton’s destruction, so you get Jor-El! Dru-Zod! A young Kara Zor-El! AND PUPPY KRYPTO. As mentioned in a prior post, I’m just happy that DC is actually doing Super-related stuff, since so much of their line is currently mired in Bat books.
Dark Knights of Steel #3 - There was much hubbub last month when Taylor and Co. revealed the cover to issue two--was that blonde woman next to Clark Kara?!?!?!?! If the new cover to issue 3 is anything to go by--yeah. Kara’s probably in this. And on the covers. So, maybe she’ll have a prominent role? Guess we’ll see. Regardless, looking forward to all the cool fantasy designs from Putri.
Honorable, Non-Supergirl Mentions: Steph, Cass, and Babs are together again in a new Batgirls book! Power-Girl is gonna be in a Heroes-For-Hire type title! The Justice League is gonna fight the Legion of Superheroes, maybe? Action Comics will presumably continue to kick butt! And oh man, Nightwing is gonna do a ‘De Luca effect’ issue; basically, no panels, it’s all one single, continuous image, for twenty-two pages.
SUPERGIRL: WOMAN OF TOMORROW STUFF
So, not entirely sure why--maybe it’s an end of year/holidays timing situation, but either way, we’ve got solicits for both issue 6 and 7.
And boy, oh boy. There is some STUFF.
Covers first. Because of course.
I’d include the variant covers as well, but worry the post would get really long and unwieldy, so I’ll just note that Steve Rude has a variant out for issue 6, and Nicola Scott is handling the variant for 7. Both are lovely.
Obviously, I love both of the main covers, but if forced to choose? That issue 6 cover is a winner.
Evely doing Kryptonian stuff? HECK YEAH!
Also I wonder if that’s Krypton exploding behind Zor and Alura; if so, that’s a very cool twist on the usual planet-destruction image you tend to see in Super comics! The shapes and colors are neat.
Kara looks like, resigned to her fate. ‘Come at me, bro. Might as well.’ XD
The text for six: The traumatic secrets of Supergirl’s past are revealed as our heroine races to the edge of the universe to escape Krem and his latest weapon! The murderer of young Ruthye’s father has gotten his hands on a Mordru globe and plans to use it to make our hero disappear forever. Can she save herself and the young girl’s future in the process? She’ll need the help of her trusty steed, Comet the Superhorse!
The text for seven: It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for…the capture of Krem! With the fugitive in custody, Supergirl must now deal with his allies, the ungodly Brigands! To stop them once and for all, she must leave Ruthye behind with the man who killed her beloved father. Can she trust the young girl to let the villain of our story live long enough to stand trial? Or is this the tragic end of his story and ours?
SO OBVIOUSLY I’M HORRIFIED AND THRILLED BY THE RETURN OF COMET IN REGULAR DC COMICS CONTINUITY.
But also like yes, YES, bring on that Argo City trauma.
And a MORDRU GLOBE?!??!??! TOM KING PULLIN’ OUT SOME LEGION LORE FOR THIS?!?!?!?!?!
NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE.
Related, I suppose: That pic Evely posted recently of Kara (I assume it’s Kara) featured what looked to me like slightly shorter hair--it was similar to the way she drew Kara in Sugar and Spike, which featured a younger, distinctly Silver Age Supergirl.
Here’s the pic again, for reference:
And now seeing similar shoulder chevrons on Zor and Alura, that’s got me thinkin’ this is Argo Kara.
Anyways. Just speculatin’.
Alright, time for some preview pages.
Once more, not gonna post ‘em all, because I’m sure I’ll cover the whole issue in a separate post, but here we go, SOME FAVS:
(There’s another page between these, just to be clear.)
As always, love these moments of impossibly gentle and caring Kara.
This is a pretty brutal book, as we’ve seen in the previous issue, as well as these very preview pages, but King offsets all that brutality with these beautiful little moments of Kara helping people. Not just faceless crowds, either! But individuals.
It’s good.
And THUS CONCLUDES Supergirl Comics Talk with Stranger.
Will be back at it again for my usual ‘full issue of SG:WOT’ post next week!
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Got a handful of DC-solicit asks, so I’ll just write up my thoughts on the whole batch again.
Mister Miracle: The Source of Freedom #1: The BALLS to not only do the next Mister Miracle thing after King and Gerads, but to do it with Shilo Norman and therefore invite Seven Soldiers comparisons as well. I wouldn’t be that interested, but the preview art that came with the announcement looked fun so this is a maybe for me.
Wonder Girl #1: I got a Yara Flor ask so I’ll go more into detail with that, but this sounds...not good.
Future State: Gotham #1: Hahaha, thanks, call me in six months if the next team does something there’s a reason to give a shit about. Except...wait, Dennis Culver cowrote that E Is For Extinction Secret Wars mini, dammit this might be good. Either way though, god willing we get a Future State: Metropolis book by Dan Watters too.
Legends of the Dark Knight #1: Hopefully this going with Sensational Wonder Woman means there’s a similar Superman anthology in the cards too, but I won’t hold my breath. Darick Robertson doing Batman is enticing, but I’m not familiar with his work as a writer and the premise doesn’t sound that gripping so I’ll wait and see. That Francavilla variant though? DC, blow that up to poster size and you’d make a mint.
Milestone Returns: Infinite Edition #0: Hmm. I got love for Static, but I might wait for further announcements and/or buzz before taking the plunge on this one.
DC Festival of Heroes: The Asian Superhero Celebration #1: This is a SERIOUSLY stacked lineup, definite buy.
Stargirl Spring Break Special #1: Impeccable timing, DC. It feels like it must be some kind of statement that there are no Morrison members of the Seven Soldiers in the mix (even swapping out Ystin for the original version of Shining Knight no one cares bout) - we focus on the Moore fixation, but there’s enough tidbits that I really do feel like Johns probably flat-out hates Morrison. And what’s this ‘secret eighth soldier’ nonsense? There’ve always been eight soldiers, people have been joking about it forever!
Justice League: Last Ride #1: Discussed that announcement here.
Batman: Earth One Vol. 3: *blinks*
*blinks again*
*squints at the cover art*
...Geoff Johns are you seriously trying to step to Morrison and use the Miagani tribe? YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN PEOPLE
I Am Not Starfire: Interesting concept that seems like it pushes into indie-flavored territory as much as DC’s superhero output just about ever has, if word-of-mouth is good there’s a decent chance I’ll get this.
Action Comics #1031: Wonder if this is serious about the potential of Kryptonian refugees, given PKJ suggested the idea in Worlds of War and that could play a significant part in the New Krypton stuff from Bendis’s Legion (with Johnson being clear he’s following up on a lot of Bendis’s ideas with his own Superman run).
Superman #31: This sounds big-time like Johnson hammering Superman into a swords-and-sorcery shape for an arc since that’s his bag, but Superman’s malleable enough for that to work so I’m not complaining.
American Vampire 1976 #8: Still not getting, so.
Batman #108: Tynion’s well and truly figured out how to game the direct market’s dopiest instincts, hasn’t he? Well, as long as that’s in service of him getting to continue doing weird Batman stuff with Jorge Jimenez like introducing whatever the ‘Unsanity Collective’ is, that’s fine with me. And more Ghostmaker!
Batman: Black & White #6: Not as packed for the finale as some previous issues, but still looking good. And there’s really never gonna be a ‘last’ Scott Snyder Batman story, is there? Sure it’ll be good but that’s kind of a shame, his Detective #1027 feature really felt like a nice full circle.
Batman: The Detective #2: Guess I wasn’t the only one wondering if it was a stealth DKR prequel and they wanted to cut that notion out at the knees.
Batman/Catwoman #6: Still very down for it, but BOY that Batwoman costume Mann debuted on Twitter.
The Batman & Scooby Doo Mysteries #2: I recently finally started reading Sholly Fisch and companies’ Scooby-Doo Team-Up! recently after getting the whole run for free on ComiXology earlier this year and have fallen in love with it, so I’m totally grabbing this digitally.
Batman/Superman #18: “The Dark Knight and the Man of Steel are on a mission to stop the godlike Auteur.io from destroying the pocket worlds he’s created...but where on Earth did Auteur.io even come from? The answer starts not on Earth at all, but with an ancient cult of World Forger worshippers on a planet far away—and if our heroes are to have a prayer of stopping this mythic behemoth, they’ll need to get to the bottom of his power source, and quick! It’s a race against time as the parallel lives of entire worlds hang in the balance!”
Anonymous said: Haha is Yang really doing Superman & Batman vs. Zack Snyder and the Snyder Cult (look up “auter” if you don’t know what I mean)? That’s fucking hilarious, especially since he apparently comes from the World Forge which is where all the shitty Earths full of bad ideas are made. Pretty pointed criticism there if I’m reading it right.
I’ve seen two or three people other than this anon independently conclude this arc is about the Supermen and Batmen of the Multiverse teaming up to stop Zack Snyder from destroying them all and at this point I’m ready to ask my LCS owner if I’m allowed to pay more than cover price for this run.
Batman: Urban Legends #3: Much more into this after the Grifter and Outsiders stories in Future State.
Catwoman #31: No reason not to assume this’ll continue to be great.
Challenge of the Super Sons #2: Good for the folks who want this, and that Nick Bradshaw variant is fun.
Crime Syndicate #3: I wanna be convinced to get this book, but the interviews are not persuading me.
Detective Comics #1036: How long is Mora sticking around?!
The Dreaming: Waking Hours #10: Another one I’ve got nothing to say about because I’ve never been getting it.
The Flash #770: Actually really excited to hear about how bad this run will suck now that I know it’s by the mind behind that “Geoff Johns’ OC - do not steal - beats up the Grant Morrison DC future” catastrophe from Future State.
Green Lantern #2: Really couldn’t wait a month for Far Sector to wrap up, huh?
Harley Quinn #3: Still not interested, but that *is* a nice cover.
The Joker #3: There’s a very real possibility I’ll have dropped the book by this point if it turns out to be the illustrated editorial mandate I get the feeling it could be, but fingers crossed.
Justice League #61: Not complaining, but wow, this really is Naomi 2 since Campbell’s busy in order to provide the necessary material for the CW show.
Looney Toons #260/Mad #20: Were these grouped with the rest of the solicits before?
Man-Bat #4: Very curious how this’ll be received, given nobody much cares about Man-Bat but Wielgosz seems to be quickly becoming a favorite.
The Next Batman: Second Son #2: Hadn’t realized this was only 4 issues - guess for at least one of them it’ll be the Luke Fox book everyone expected in the first place.
Nightwing #80: Dick Grayson vs. Heartless, not how I expected the DC/Kingdom Hearts crossover to happen but I’ll take it. That variant though? ALL TIMER:
The Other History of the DC Universe #4: I was trying to figure out who the focus of #4 would be since we know #5 is about Thunder and Lightning, forgot Montoya was confirmed.
Robin #2: Wanna care, so don’t care.
Rorschach #8: I will get it and probably like it.
RWBY/Justice League #2: My thoughts here will be their own post because there’s something particularly notable, but:
Anonymous said: Have you seen the BATtleaxe from the new art for RWBY/Justice League?
Yes, anon. Yes I have.
Sensational Wonder Woman #3: Eh, premise doesn’t grab me but maybe.
Strange Adventures #10: God I love the book about how Adam Strange sucks.
Suicide Squad #3/Teen Titans Academy #3: Hahahahaha
Superman: Red and Blue #3: Fiffe and Stokoe doing Superman stories!!! And...Nick Spencer. With Christian Ward art?! Sigh, fine, hopefully it’ll be Nick Spencer doing a nice little comedy, and not having Grant Morrison Superman throwing his t-shirt away because he grew up and realized changing things is too hard. A horrible shame Pope is doing the main cover though, the allegations against him I guess never really got any attention. At least there’s this JPL variant:
The Swamp Thing #3: Swampy will never be my guy but very happy for those who dig him, because I imagine this’ll be terrific.
Truth & Justice #4: Normally I wouldn’t care at all, but what I’m hearing on Twitter about this is a crying shame - that Jeff Trammell is really talented and Red Hood is a favorite of his and this is likely to be one of Jason Todd’s few Actually Good comics, but that artist Rob Guillory is a bullying transphobic piece of shit. Sucks all around.
Wonder Woman #772: I was so excited for this run, and then Immortal Wonder Woman had to go and suck.
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Between Wolves & Doves, Chapter Two; Outsider.
Author: @punk-in-docs & @adamsnackdriver
Also on AO3-
Trigger Warnings: Implied violence, sexual thoughts and some emotional abuse.
Synopsis: Vampire!Kylo x OC love story. Inspired by BBC’s Dracula. Also inspired by Austen’s Pride & Prejudice.
He’s been stalking this earth long since civilizations can possibly fathom. Before records even began. He sneers at the fact that this pitiful young world has only just begun to see his reign of it.
He’s dined with moguls, emperors, princes. He’s consorted with bloodthirsty ruthless Queens in their courts, and whispered into the ears of powerful King’s, whose names still echo through millennia.
In his myriad of centuries gifted to his immortal self he’s been many many things. He’s been a lowly pauper. A crusading knight. An assassin. A sell sword. A soldier. A wanderer. A simpering suitor and a voracious unyielding lover. Aimlessly lost in time- besieging this earth. Ripping it apart and drinking what’s left.
He was made in the hinterland between snow and dirt and pine trees. Crusted with ash and blood and gouged from battle. Born anew. Sired from the hell-mouth of war. He was made in 789 AD.
He’ll come undone, one bitter winter night, in England, in 1816.
~ ~ 🥀 ~ ~
Night falls dark and still over the landscape brushed with snow. Westwell’s gardens seemed crushed under the icy weight.
It seemed the heavy blanketing of it muffled and blotted out all sound. But it’s a peaceful intrusion.
The huge square windows of Westwell Manor are flaked with frost and each square of glass glimmers gold with the tall candle holder placed in each one. A stick of fire and gold warding off that indigo night that shrouded heavy and deep in the sky above. Trying to spill into the window.
Iris is sat in her small bedroom. A tomb or a cell, really, was how it felt to her some days. Wall to wall draped in pretty Morris flowered wallpaper of white sprawling flowers with navy and blue birds and country vines.
Her double bed with twisting pillars of dark mahogany twine up to the wheat thick canopy that is draped over it. The mattress is layered in a fluffy champagne coloured eiderdown and white embroidered scalloped-lace pillows. The floors are dark walnut wood, and they creak wildly. Groaning. Cold and heat seeps easily through the cracks between them in winter. Chilling her toes. And in summer the warmth of the creaking cracking house bleeds upwards.
The walls of her bedroom are sparse but some have photo frames of embroidery or pressed flowers she’s collected over the years held neatly in small wooden frames. She has a small stool by her bed with the tapered candle lit on a brass holder. Apricot flame coming off the long drip of the Chantilly candle. Casting pools of orange up the warm-ivory-bone of the walls. A jug of dried wildflowers sat on that little stool spices up the air. Dried lavender and clary sage, wild shasta daisies and a green-pink hydrangea bulb. Her little stack of modestly worn books lay piled neatly on the floor next to her bed.
Iris is sat at her dresser, pulled near the window. With the roaring fireplace just to her left. Above the mantel hung a gilded mirror on the chain. Candlesticks alight, set on the dresser and on the alcove of the sash window. Two candles flank the oval of the mirror she’s sat looking into.
Mother is behind her, dressed and ready in her purple muslin gown and her white fichu. Stabbing pins into her daughters hair. Every time she sticks in another pin, Iris winces. Blinks through the stinging pain of it. She was attempting a more fashionable colonial coiffure. Easier to produce.
“Your hair is much too thick to curl properly.” Her mother addresses her idly. Snappily. Tugging back a section back behind her ear.
“Posy and Flora have much finer hair.” She offers.
As ever. Iris doesn’t know what to say to that. Should she offer an apology? Should she agree? Disagree? She fails to know how to be.
So she remains silent and watches her mother’s reflection in the looking glass as she almost crossly dresses her hair.
Caroline Ashton was maturely beautiful woman. With skin as clear as fine porcelain - like smooth cream. Even if sporting wrinkles by her mouth and eyes belying her later age. She had hair exactly the same as Iris’s. Except her mother’s was such an opulent shade of cinnamon-black. Stroked with streaks of silver like lightning bolts had struck through. Her eyes were clear silver. Two discs of shining moonstone. Very mysterious eyes, Iris had always thought.
Lately those eyes seemed permanently hardened over like rainstorms. Clouded over with disappointment at her eldest.
Always wishing she could do more to see more of the love that used to linger there. Nowadays it seemed like Caroline could only look at her and see the blemishes. Only see the wrongs.
The frown lines seemed deeper. The cutting remarks appeared more frequent. She was always telling her to sit up straighter, correcting her posture. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her dresses. Always picking. Forever finding something lacking.
Iris likes to think she was doing it out of an abundance of love. But it’s becoming clearer and clearer to her that it’s really about the opposite. It’s not about her wanting to provide for Posy or Flora or Father.
It’s purely selfish. It’s all about her ensuring they don’t lose any respect in the ever omnipotent eyes of society.
If her mother thought less about their image; perhaps Iris could love her more.
As it is. Coldness and distance lay weighty between them. Thicker and frostier than the snow outside. The ground between their geniality and affection lay strewn and twined with thick vines of barbed thorns. No way to tread such hallowed ground without drawing blood.
“Posy and Flora have had their hair in bows all day.” She points out. She shuts her eyes and grits her teeth as another pin slams into her skull. Yanking her hair right at the roots.
“And they’ve taken all week to fret over choosing their dresses.” Iris adds.
She looks up to see those steel swords of mama’s eyes cutting into her in the reflection. Mouth was a grim line.
“You should know by know what’s expected of you, Iris. And not take the matter so lightheartedly.” She warns.
“They can take balls seriously, as real chances of finding matrimony. Why can’t you?” She asks with a cruel tone.
“Mama. Flora and Posy haven’t taken anything seriously since they day they were born.” Iris insults plainly. Speaking truth.
“You know they only delight in attending ball’s and assemblies because they wish to make greater spectacles of themselves in front of soldiers from the militia, and get flirted with, by any creature sporting breeches.” She adds.
“Atleast they try.” Caroline cuts in.
“And I do not?” Iris asks. Flatly exasperated. She huffs.
“You only danced with three men at last months assembly. It’s simply not good enough. You must try harder. Your sisters may have prettiness and confidence in unholy abundance. And they apply it. You wither away and that will never gain you a husband. For heavens sake- What upstanding man wants to marry the silent wallflower?” She declares gruffly.
She fiddles with her new satin gloves sloped in her lap. Her dress was ivory silk printed with frail gold flowers and embroidered scalloping on the hem.
There’s Van Dyke pointed lacing around her neckline and the same embroidered trim on the three-quarter sleeves. White helped ‘lift’ her ash eyes apparantly. It was fresh out it’s box from the dressmakers, Madame Larousse, on Pembleton high street. Indian printed silk and Italian lace. The most expensive fabric in stock.
Their maid, Julia, had earlier laced her stays so tightly over her cotton chemise, Iris worried she broke several ribs. Her nails stung into the wood of her bed post.
Mother was stood getting her gown ready on the other side of the room. Watching her eldest have the breath thumped right out of her lungs. “Tighter.” She ordered. Iris clutched a hand at her stomach.
“A man could go a long way without seeing a bust like yours Iris. We must take advantage of it.” She comments wryly. Julia tugs tighter on the strings. Iris’s jaw clenched all the more.
By the time she’s finished her waist is tucked right in and her breasts clasped high on her chest, almost so high they hit her chin and there’s scant space between her cleavage and her areole tumbling free, this gown is so low cut.
She tugs it up higher when mother isn’t looking. Spectacles of her fertility not quite on such prominent display now.
She fancied this silk of it was so fine and thin - and clung so tight to her body, one breath of wind would closely reveal her wide hips. And doubtless her chemise and garters could be glimpsed through the thin sheer sheen of it.
And here she was now, submitting to her mothers inspection and brutal torture. Laced up in her silken gown. With her best stockings, and slippers. Earlobes dropping pearls, and a head full of silver decorative pins and an ivory comb.
Speaking of which, the latter is just being wrestled into the weave of her coiffured braided bun, at the back.
“There...” Her mother says. Fussing with a few strays. Tucking them in where they should belong. As she picks at Iris’s mud hued hair. She idly asks her questions.
“Will you be dancing with Armitage tonight?” She asks. Insinuated, more likely.
Iris averts her eyes and pats the back of her hair. Checking it in the glass.
“Will he be in attendance?” She asks offhand. As if she had no clue.
“Of course he will. Brendol knows the Hearst’s very intimately.” Her mother shrilled.
“You will dance the first minuet with him and I’ll hear no more fuss about the matter.” She orders. Cold eyes finding her daughters in the mirror.
Armitage Hux was the son of a strict local army colonel. Tall, dashing, hair as brilliant as copper and eyes as cool as teal sea-foam in contrast. He was lean and willowy in stature. Always bedecked finely in his uniform. Buttons gleaming, blushing blood of a red coat brushed and pressed to within an inch of it’s life.
He’s not a bad man - he doesn’t drink or laugh at her. Or try and fondle her in a darkened corner.
He just strikes Iris as being incredibly vain and undeniably haughty. He thinks all the world should be owed to him.
He only wanted to talk medals and glory and rank. How he was a model soldier. And so admired the bravery of gunfire and glory in battle. He’d never even seen battle - his father bought him a conscription and shook hands and pulled favours to get him a high rank in the military. Sergeant Hux, he now was.
He didn’t seem to be able to equate soldiers and uniforms and weapons with actual war or combat. But liked to boast about how deadly he was. His sharp reflexes. His skill as a swordsman and marksman. Iris felt like stuffing cotton in her ears - or sticking her eyes with pins all night - anything but listen to Armitage spew out his toy soldier reveries.
“He is a very agreeable man. You would do well to land him, Iris. He would make a most affable husband and a good match.”
“I barely know him, Mama.” Iris pointed out.
“You don’t need to know him. That is no hindrance to a proposal of marriage.” She says crossly. “You need not know your husband. You merely have to do your wifely duties by him.” She reminds.
My duty of keeping my mouth shut and my legs and womb wide open, Iris thinks.
“I thought I heard he was courting Mary Simpson?” Iris pipes up. Uncurling two tendrils of delicate hair from in front of her ears.
“She has barely a thousand pounds a year. Brendol would never stand for him marrying such a girl.” Caroline declares mightily. Speaking in derision of the girl who was beneath them in every sense.
“Besides. Lord Hearst says there will apparently be a very rich gentleman from the continent in attendance tonight too. A Lord Ren, from Bavaria. It would do well to seek him out.”
“Every matronly mama worth her salt will be throwing their daughters in his path. I do hope he doesn’t trip on the sheer number of them crushed underfoot.” Iris says lightly. Pulling on her gloves.
“And if he is a Lord, why has he deigned in all his lofty power to grace us with his presence, and to come to a small county rather than go to vastly over stocked marriage mart in London?” Iris questions.
“Don’t be so blockish, Iris. Maybe he has business here to attend. Mrs Wilson told me this morning that he’s bought Hellford Park out in its entirety. Now that takes an extraordinary fortune.” She corrects.
Iris looks directly at her mother. She spies the gleam of want in her eyes. The hunger that such a sum she could snatch up in her hands.
“Lord’s marry Heiresses to sugar mills who are poised for ten thousand pounds, or widowed old Duchesses with vast crumbling estates. Why would he in his lofty state and means, lower himself to wed a girl of simple country gentry, with a barely three thousand pound dowry?” Iris sarks.
Mama gives her a pointed look. Like a ream of needles pressing in her skin.
“Then you will make a even better spectacle in front of him. And show him how elegant and courteous country girls can be and see if you can’t win him over that way.” She insists direly. As if she were plotting a serious military offensive.
“If he is a Lord, he will be titled. Titled means landed money and dignity.” Her hair is yanked yet again. “He could well be the answer to all our prayers.”
Your prayers, Iris points out rudely inside her head.
“He could be a hideous old letch.” Iris says, rightly.
Mother stabs one final pin into her head. As if in revenge. “Looks aren’t everything- Money. Station, and respect? That is forever enduring.”
So are things like love, intimacy, friendship and happiness. Those things endure too. But Iris can’t imagine her acerbic mother has ever felt happy or loved a day in her life; she likes to think her marriage, when it comes, shall be different.
She ends the conversation on that dazzling note. Iris’s scalp is on sore-fire by now.
The door opposite them creaks as it’s burst open. Impending footsteps barrelling down the creaking floorboards of the corridor shortly before signalled their arrival. Flora and Posy.
Fully gowned and gloved and perfumed to high heaven, with their hair pulled in elaborate coiffures on their heads. They had perfect curls. Perfect flounces and ruffles on their dresses. Cheeks a healthy pink. Eyes wild bright with excitement.
They look like blooming silk roses in a summer garden. Iris feels more and more like a singed daisy in her own gown.
Flora was dressed in a cobalt muslin, with a roller print of dandelions laid in pinstripes down the fabric. Posy was in a demure blush pink cotton. With lace trim tumbling over the neckline. And Iris sees she wins the honour of wearing the rose silk slippers. Flora is in some ivory ones that have seen more mends and fixes than is earthly possible. For silk slippers didn’t come cheap.
Both her sisters have much lighter colouring; they both still have the chowder grey Ashton eyes.
Flora’s hair however, is darkly mousy brown. Golden like toffee leaves that come off the trees in autumn. Posy is far more chestnut red. Blazing bonfires and russet red embers. Overall more enchanting than that of Iris twigs and sticky-mud hued locks.
They are a barrage of noise and silliness as they barge into Iris’s room. Flora flops onto the end of the well made bed and Posy nosily inspects herself in the looking glass over the fireplace. Preening. Voices overlapping.
“Mama! Did I tell you what Fleur told me earlier today?” Posy insists. Flora speaks louder over her, in order to be heard.
“Mama....Have you seen my pink silk shawl for I’m sure I left it in the drawing room.”
“I haven’t seen your shawl, Flora. You should take better care. And what did Fleur say, my dear?” Caroline asks in a soft voice.
Whilst fixing strayed hairs at Iris’s nape. Pulling and pinching. She had no softness reserved in store for Iris. She rather wants to roll her eyes at that.
“There will be a gentleman of certain lordly magnificence at the ball tonight.” Posy sing-songs. Aiming her teasing words at Iris. Who gives her a cutting look at her bubbly behaviour. Steel daggers made of her grey eyes.
“He’s said to be most handsome, sable haired, and devilishly tall. And he’s single. And Lord Hearst says he’s a recluse who barely leaves his castle, so we’re very honoured he’s coming and he has eighty-thousand a year.” She awards with great enthusiasm. Flora giggles.
“Maybe you should set your cap at him, Iris.” Flora jabs teasingly. “We could all be vastly improved by such a match you know. I could finally stop wearing these hideous thin old slippers.”
Iris wished to point out that she wasn’t being induced into matrimony merely to vastly improve the quality and state of her siblings footwear.
And quite wondered if he sister knew all that she’d have to undertake in making such a match - all she’d have to give up to be some man’s wife. All she’d have to do-
“She won’t. For she’s already got a suitor whose madly in love with her.” Posy insists.
“Hux is not in love with me, Posy. Don’t be ridiculous.” Iris says. For starters she wasn’t his red uniform or his army commission. Those were the things he was resolutely enamoured with.
Standing from the dresser as she speaks, and going to where her new slippers were laid out by the maid on the bed. Flora eyes the silk things with jealous disdain. Iris fixes her satin gloves up over her elbows. Disappearing under her sleeves. Mother is too busy fussing with Posy’s neckline - tugging it up to cover more of her second youngest’s chest. She protested so at the action.
Iris took the opportunity to slide a small pearl hair comb into Flora’s hand. Her favourite one. The one with coral flowers and paste amber gems on it.
Iris flickers a look over the mother and a silent understanding passes between the sisters. ‘Put it in, in the coach in the dark. So she doesn’t see.’
Flora smiles awfully wide up at her sister. Grateful that she shared out her pretty things. Flora was the youngest - the youngest daughter deserved nice trinkets too.
“If you’re all ready we’d best be off soon. The roads are icy. It will take an age. I won’t have us be late.” Mama orders out to all her girls.
She turns her head to Iris ���Fetch your things and the velvet cloak. And for heavens sake don’t be long. We don’t have all night.” She frets.
Marching out the room after rearranging some of Posy’s curls. Barking at Flora as she passed to fix the wrinkle in her gloves. The door grated and whines as she shuts it, lock rattling in the frame.
Iris savours the silence - the crackling of the fire. The owl hooting off in the tree tops outside her window. She lets it soothe her. Let’s out the deepest sigh as they’re now left alone.
She crosses to her wooden wardrobe cabinet by the door, and opens the door to search for her blue velvet cloak. She throws it around her shoulders and ties it up. Posy hands her sister her cream silk reticule.
“She just wants you to marry well.” Posy says with some attempt at comforting.
Iris nods, glumly stroking her sisters hand in thanks. Looking into her earnest young face. Still so full of innocence and hope.
Her heart shaped little face so full of impish naivety.
“She might do not to make me feel exclusively like a breeding mare to be sold to the highest bidder for marriage at every conceivable turn.” Iris says wryly.
Angrily shoving a meagre few possessions into her reticule from her dresser. She looks down at her empty dance card that mother would see absolutely filled with names by the end of the night.
She wipes away an angry tear from the corner of her eye with a handkerchief that Flora gives her. Her anger crowded and crackled the room. These two didn’t deserve her ire, after all.
She sighs yet again. Letting the churning anger eating at her bleed out. Frustration filtering away. She plasters on a smile. Posy steps forwards to her exasperated sister.
“Can I borrow your diamond droplet earrings? They’d go very well with my dress...” She asks coyly. With her hands behind her back.
Iris rolls her eyes. Maybe they did deserve just a little bit of ire after all-
“You are both enormous pests.” She says. Guiding them out her room.
“Come on. Lest we hold mother up and I don’t much fancy our chances then.”
She corrals her pests of sisters downstairs. Makes sure they too are cloaked and ready. They have their gloves and she does uncurl Posy’s palm as they’re heading out the door, dropping the diamond and earrings into them. They sparkle in the moonlight.
“Lose them and mother will have your head.” She whispers to her in caution as they alight the warmth of the house into the cold sting of the night air.
Snow crushed under their slippers as they make for the coach. Slipping to step up inside the cold wooden enclave of it. Rubbing their cold hands together to create some heat.
It was just the Ashton ladies in attendance tonight. Father cared little for balls. Something mother sniped at him for regularly. Ernest Ashton would far rather stay home of a night with his ledgers and his books and his brandy than subject himself to the silly gossip and frivolity of idiotic society people present at balls.
Her father was a tall, quiet man. Sturdy and aged as an old oak. Strong and strapping figure even in his later years. He quietly took interest in the world where her mothers inclination was to devour it.
He had an open broad face. With tame blue eyes and thick greying hair. He was a studious man. Often kept to his study or the gardens. He enjoyed his ornithology and his Entomology books. He collected butterflies. All pinned out in cases in his study. Lining the walls.
It was a place she found infinite comfort in. Wandering into her fathers study. His entomology collection like dots of silken colour in their cases. Old leather books and volumes and manuscripts. Edifying proud in their papery silence. The old wood of his desk worn by years and years. The smell of the study. Of old leather and pipe tobacco. And peppermints from the little jar he kept on his desk.
He didn’t press Iris in the same way her mother always prevails to do. But then she sees the frayed gems and worn and mended holes in his clothes. The faded material in his waistcoat. How he hasn’t bought himself new shoes in two years.
That’s how she can put up with every snipe and every cross word that spits out her mothers mouth.
Iris sometimes quite wondered how her parents ever stood each other for any length of time to bear any children. They were entirely separate people whose interests did not align. They agreed on very little. And settled for that.
It’s so cold in the coach they can see their breath as they bump and shift along the icy roads. Trees make terrible dark shapes in the near distance, beyond the frosted glass of the coach door window. Iris sits, peering out. Watching the full bowl of the moon slither white off the silver and black landscape. Off the snowy fields and perched on the roofs of the hamlet of houses they pass by.
The carriage crawls slow up the winding drive of the Hearst’s three acre estate. Horses hooves hitting the hard paved path. Clopping in the night air. Skipping over the frost. They’re but mere minutes from exiting the coach, when mother decides to speak up and issue a few last desperate words of strict orders upon her eldest;
“Take every opportunity Iris. I won’t have it said in the gossip sheets tomorrow that you didn’t even try.” Caroline insists. Fussing with her own thick muslin cloak draped over her lap.
Iris looked at her mother then. Across the dark carriage as she tuts at the specks of lint sullying Flora’s cloak where she’s sat next to her. Picking it away.
She strongly suspected Caroline Ashton could have the whole world in her palm or on a string; and even then she’d find fault in it. Pluck displeasing bits of it out like loose threads.
She has that irate frown darkening her features. Cloudy set in her eyes. Posy’s little gloved hand reached across and held her sisters tight. Squeezing it in comfort sat there in the dark. Iris turns and looks to see Posy’s heart shaped face beaming up at her.
“You should let us introduce you to Captain Clifford’s friends Iris. They really are the most splendid fun. I’ve heard many of them say they quite fancy you, you know.” Posy grins. Whispering hushed to her sister to keep her spirits buoyant.
Iris strokes her hand and she can’t help smiling. More at her always sunny hopes. How bright her outlook on life was. She saw ball’s for the fun they were meant to be.
A dance, a party, a celebration.
Posy wasn’t yet tarnished by the knowledge that her hopes for future happiness depended on her behaving well and taking things seriously. It stopped being fun and became a chore. Iris lost her starry eyed wonder about ball’s years ago.
She hoped she could help Posy keep her gleaming eyed wonder and fun for just that bit longer. She would suffer every second of misery to keep it that way if she must.
She squeezes her hand back. “Thankyou. That’s very sweet. But I fear I shall be otherwise engaged in dances.” She excuses.
Besides, most of the young Militia men she met were very wet behind the ears. And all madly enamoured with exhausting dances and infatuated with every beautiful young lady in attendance. Declaring they fell head over heels with every girl they so much as walk past. She finds their overeagerness and exuberance a little trying.
Before long, they draw up the grand old stone columns abutting the front of the huge house.
An immense hulking beast of a thing. Lit with autumn-blaze torches in the night. The coach lurches to a creaking uneven stop. Jolting. And a helpful gold liveried footman in a powdered wig steps to and opens the door to help the ladies out.
Caroline doesn’t even glance at the man. Looks right through him. Flora flutters a flirty smile. Posy and Iris offer a polite snippet of thanks.
The Ashton ladies make their way up the torch lit steps and into the greatly heaving bustling foyer of the Hearst’s grand house.
Renford Manor was one of the finest houses in the county. The gardens were splendid. There was a maze and a famed marble garden gazebo.
A great split imperial staircase opens into the large cool foyer. All ivory marble. Hues of Eggshell and ice. Imposing, echoing and cold. Footsteps rattle like claps up to the ceiling. Distant notes of the small orchestra float through the air like zipping flapping insects.
Everything glimmers. The chandeliers that drip with gold and crystal. The old pearl and sharp onyx pointed tiles on the floor look like they’ve been scrubbed raw. They gleam almost too brightly.
They hand over their cloaks to more footmen to be put away. Letting their ball gown splendour come forth. Iris is almost crushed by the amount of people there are in attendance here tonight. Lady Hearst was known to stuff her parties to the seams. The whole county, and all of the two neighbouring ones, had most likely been invited.
Mama encourages them all up the staircase. Idly smiling greetings in passing to her matrons of her acquaintance. Iris skims one hand along the smooth cold of the marble banister. Holding her skirts up as her slippered feet hit each step. Steps firm and steady.
They come to one of the big main ballrooms. Looking through the scope of many double doors, leading onto another room and the next and the next furniture pushed aside. There was such a crush of so many ladies and numerous gentlemen packed in. Coats of all colours on the men. The spectrum of silks and cotton dresses so vast, it quite made her head spin.
Flora excitedly giggles and slips away. A flurry of laughter erupts and she joins hands with a little gaggle of her more intimate friends.
Iris raises a brow at her behaviour, not surprised to see that she caught a glimpse of a fair few red coated members of the militia in that particular direction. Mother huffs and gruffly tells Flora, through gritted teeth, not to linger too long.
Iris and Posy linger by mother as they chat to an elderly companion. Mrs Bishop. An ever worrying woman, Who ventured the world was going to end if there was slightly too much rain. She was practically apoplectic about the snow. Iris shares a look of pain with Posy. Who excuses herself with a bob of a curtesy to go find Flora.
“Pest.” Iris smiles at her as she slips away from conversing will dull matrons about the impending end of civilisation and the earth as they knew it. Anymore and Iris will be forced to rush for a vinaigrette of smelling salts to revive the poor dear when she swoons.
Iris stands with her hands folded demurely in front of her. Her eyes wandering over the party in full swing behind her.
The crush of noise, music and heat and bodies. Candies flicker doomed shapes copper and black up the light walls. The tall windows are guarded with heavy emerald draperies. Cascading waterfalls of apple green. Spilling and tumbling like grassy hills.
The windows glimmer like yellow square gemstones from the candles in their stands dotted everywhere. The dark floorboards glow with it too. Patches of orange inbetween the shadows.
The ballrooms, of which there were three, all adjoined by French pocket doors, are kept fairly dark. Lit only by the honey slither of candles reaching apricot slithers of light at every corner. People chatter and laugh to the din of a faint violin chorus of Mozart.
Laughter, Baritone gruff and the sparkling light of ladies chuckling delight flutters up to the ceiling. The room seems to burst at the seams with it all. Like a room full of butterflies. The heat, the noise, the voices and music. It was almost too much. Everything is palpable and it stings and rips at her eyes and ears.
They eventually depart from the hysterical Mrs Bishop. Leaving her fanning herself on a settee. Trying not to succumb to a fit of the vapours.
They make their way through the ballroom. Chatting and conversing and being mangled in the almost too heaving crowds. She loses count of the amount of times her toes get stepped on. Or elbows sharply prodded into the soft of her back as people pass.
Eventually; much to her mother’s delight, Iris is propositioned by a young gentleman from the militia, into a dance. There seemed to be no sight of Hux yet. Much to Mama’s chagrin.
He’s very polite and puppyish, delivers her safely back to her mothers side when the polka dance is through. Kisses her hand, declares her daughter a fine dancer, then is off onto the next partner.
They are lingering on the far side of the dance floor, just idly watching. In full view of the doors and the adjacent ballroom. Through the two sets of double doors either side of a great roaring stone fireplace. It’s light casting copper over every dancer.
“We won’t waste our time on him.” Mother harrumphed when he leaves. Looking with disdain as they watched him ask Primrose Charleston to dance the next.
“Mama. It was merely a dance.” Iris points out with a futile smile. “Don’t tell me you were picking out wedding attire and embroidered initial pillowcases.” Iris mocks.
That earns her a sharp look. She smiles in forbearance right back at her mother.
Her cheeks now pinkened and her eyes bright from the exercise. She likes dancing. When her partner isn’t a clumsy one, or reeks of port or body odour, or wine, or has wandering letching hands. It’s actually rather enjoyable.
“We should be setting our sights rather more higher than some penniless officer.” She insists. Watching the couples twirl and sway in front of them.
“Heaven forfend I dance with a man sheerly for the joy of it.” Iris concludes.
Caroline tuts in exasperation. Mumbles under her breath. “You do so vex me greatly sometimes, Iris. Even worse than your sisters.” She grumps.
Deep down inside, Iris is a little proud of that accomplishment.
A flurry of footsteps and squeaking squeals and suddenly Flora and Posy burst into view where Iris and her mother are stood.
Their voices are high pitched and they’re panting with excitement. Flora slings her hands into Iris’s and twirls her around with elation. Iris stumbles in the circle Flora leads her in. Posy is stood by Caroline grinning up a storm.
“Mama, Iris. He’s here! He’s here and he’s coming this way!” Posy giggles. Iris and her mother remain perplexed.
“Who is, my dear?” Caroline seeks. Frowning a little.
“He is surely the most handsome man I ever seen. And so tall. Did you see him Flora? That chest...” Posy flatters.
“Taller than any man I’ve ever met. And so well built. Such stature.” Flora says back.
“And he has dark eyes, Did you notice?” Posy asks.
“Of course I noticed! Very dark eyes. They are positively enchanting.”
“Bewitching.” Posy giggles.
“And his shoulders in his coat. So large.”
“For goodness sake, lower your voice-“ Iris chides at the both of them, glancing around the ballroom. Trying to decipher who they were so flustered and flapping about.
Her eyes don’t make it past the door-
The room seems to have slowed. The dancers are distracted. People around the fringes of the ballroom chatter louder. Deafening din rising. Gossip flourishing.
For Lord Hearst is at the entrance of one of the double doors, conversing with someone, and that someone walking by his side, is one of the broadest and most strapping men Iris has ever seen in her whole life.
He wasn’t just a man.
He was entirely too much, man.
“That’s Lord Ren. The handsomely rich one all the way from Bavaria.” Flora hisses to them all. “I’ve never seen a gentleman more strongly built, or beautiful.” She giggles loudly.
“I beg of you, lower your voice.” Iris chides. Pearl earrings jitter as she moves her head. Ash eyes governed by lintels of her brows creased up in a light frown.
Everyone’s eyes in this small stale society, is fixed solid upon the sight of this newcomer. Hungrily devouring this unfamiliar brooding man.
Obsidian jacket. Snowy shirt. Scarlet cravat like a bloodied noose around his neck, with a seers eye of a winking diamond pin studded in the knot. He radiates charm and magnificence. And masculine appeal.
“He’s in mourning to be wearing such dark colours.” Mother presumes. “How unusual for a man.”
“Don’t fret, Mama. Lady Hearst assures me he’s most certainly single. Now, Iris might have her chance at him after all...” Posy cackles.
Iris rams an elbow into the bony cradle of her sisters petite hip.
“Do try and endeavour to behave.” She chides to Posy. Whispering harshly.
This mysterious Lord is unfashionably attired in all black. Perhaps he is in a state of mourning? Ink black breeches cling tight to his strong thighs and wide wide hips and shining boots come to his knees - the wrong sort of footwear for a ball but he doesn’t appear to notice. Or even care.
He had an air about him that couldn’t be ignored. The dark clothes. Sable hair. It was long too. Far too long by societal standards. It curled at his neck. Swept in tumbling waves back from his face.
He’s scanning the room like he hates everything and everyone in it. A soured scowl on his face. The softness of his full lips are pursed and there’s a predatory quality to the way his eyes flicker around the crowds. He seems above it all. Distant. Untouchable. He was a Lord - he held himself superior as one as if a different species.
“Fleur told me he’s quite the scandalous man....” Flora begins.
“I heard he was married. Once before, but she turned mad and killed several servants. So he locked her in the dungeons and she’s still here raking her fingers to the bone at the stone walls to get out.”
Iris wants to roll her eyes. Now it’s Posy’s turn for interjection;
“And I heard that his castle is haunted and full of ghosts. And he seduces young noble women and then sacrifices and feeds them to the devil. Maybe he’s prowling for next victim?” She gasps frenziedly.
“You two need to stay clear away from anymore novels.” Iris scoffs.
She lets her eyes slip back over this Lord’s frightening exterior. She focuses on the dark pits that were his eyes. They seemed oddly familiar. As if she’s glimpsed them before. In a fanciful daydream, maybe- or maybe it was a dreadful nightmare.
They’re too far away to make out their true colour. But it must be a truly dark for the way they eat up all the light and glitter like rough cut gemstones lost to shadow.
His arms folded behind his back pulls his coat right across his chest. Exposes the musculature of him: he is big and beastly. There was no denying; his figure is redoubtably masculine. Intimidating and strong- meaty arms, no tapering away at his waist. He was entirely built of great slabs of muscles.
A warriors figure through and through.
Iris thought that such a body frame belonged in a previous age. A more ravening one. A cutthroat one. That stature was suited to a gigantic rampaging viking or a crusading knight in steel armour.
Quite why she thought so she can’t fathom. That big shape of his seemed unsuited to the setting of a dainty English ballroom. It seemed more natural for him to be on a battlefield slicked up and splattered in the blood of his enemy’s.
She watches as he boredly sizes up the room before him. An arcing sweep of his eyes and he’s done with it. Thrown aside all interest. Devouring all pitiful excuses for life. As if he’s looking or searching for something...
Then he looks right at her-
His eyes spear directly into her. See’s her. Meets her grey gaze and keeps it. Steals it away beyond her reckoning.
One side of his lip curls up. His eyes churn to look nearly honey gold in the light. Trick of the mind. All in her head. It was surely just the candles malforming the shade-
But it seemed more than him just seeing her. It was as if he could gaze right through her. Pierce her skin. Puncturing her very soul - she’s sure.
Her whole body feels his looking at her. She thrashes and aches.
If she has one. Some flimsy scrap of quivering human spirit in her, it is quaking and trembling now, and very much intoxicated by this man.
Her cheeks flush and she feels that betraying annoying heat slither down her neck and flourish at her breast. She swallows and blinks and tears her eyes away. She looks at her shoes cause she’s suddenly got a spinning head and her mouth is woolly.
That look and those savage eyes had set a flame blazing right down to her bones. There’s something she feels deep down that almost seems strange. Uncertain yet resolute. A tug on her stomach. An unknown yearning.
She realises quickly that this was the same pair of eyes that stole her breath this very afternoon. The gentleman from the imposing black carriage. Twice now she’s locked eyes with him and stared.
He must think her either a raving simpleton or a gawping lunatic.
“Iris. I do believe he’s staring at you.” Posy hisses with a wide impressed smile.
“Oh he is! He’s definitely staring.” Flora squeals. Tugging and shaking her sisters hand.
“Iris. Stand straight. Stop stooping. Chin up for heavens sake- look decent.“ Mother shrills through a gritted smile. Smiling demurely in the intended direction of Lord Ren. Preening herself like a flustered hen.
Iris dares another look up. Clasping her hands together delicately in front of her. At the front of her skirts. Him and Lord Hearst are mere feet away now.
“He’s coming this way! Mama! He’s coming over...” Posy grins. Flora laughs with her.
By now, Iris’s heart resembles a mad creature clawing at its cage, desperate to be free. Thumping and thudding her neck. Quivering nervous breaths leave her lips. Heartbeat hammering and pulsing in her ears.
He’s looking at Posy or Flora, she thinks. He must be. They always draw men like magnets. He’s not looking at me- he’s not. Really. He’s not-
They are closer now. Lord Hearst and Lord Ren are mere metres away. The entire room seems to be holding its breath. Another dance starts up and she’s glad for that distraction.
Her cheeks remained flushed and she raises her eyes when the air shifts around them. She can scent the brandy and violet water coming off Lord Hearst. There is his stout waistcoat and his perfumed wig. Lord Ren appears unscented. But a fusion of aromas simply pour off his vast body.
Sandalwood oil. Probably used on that thick rakish mane of his. There’s something else too, something earthy darkly rich, that mingles with the musky new wool of his coat. Peppermint or spices. She can’t tell. It’s damnably distracting.
“Praise the lord in heaven. We are saved.” Her mother mumbles gladly under her breath. Smile wide and gentle. Artificial and superficial to hide her truer nature.
Lord Hearst and Lord Ren are right before them now. Right in front of them. “Mrs Ashton.” Lord Hearst begins in greeting. Iris watches her Mama curtesy politely to the old lord.
“Might I have the pleasure of introducing you to Lord Ren. An old acquaintance of mine...”
Iris looks from the doddery old form of the red faced Lord Hearst, up and up up, into the face of the dark stranger. The top of her head would barely come to brush at his collarbones. His eyes are still fixed on her face. A shock jolts through her like she’s been burned.
“Lord Ren, this is Mrs Caroline Ashton. And her daughters. Miss Posy Ashton. And Miss Flora Ashton...” Lord Hearst introduces. Flora and Posy bob demure little curtseys at him. Bowing their heads and smiling prettily like fools.
He barely glances toward them. His eyes were fixed on Iris.
“And this is her eldest daughter, Miss Iris Ashton.” Lord Hearst beckons to her. Stood back behind her two sisters, and almost guarded by her mother.
She curtseys. Chin to her chest and she bows her neck in a manner she hopes comes across as graceful.
Lord Ren smiles. It’s terrifying in its power and beauty.
It moves the corners of his lips. And he comes in a step closer. Advancing.
Posy and Flora flatten back a little. When one hand comes around from his back, Iris could see he had thick leather gloves on. As if entranced she reached out where his hand beckoned to hold hers.
She slipped her satin gloved hand into his big offered dark palm. It sits right in the middle of the wide thing. So dainty in comparison.
He brings her silken hand up. Bows down and lays a kind kiss to the back of it. His eyes hadn’t left her since he entered the room - they didn’t start shying away now.
This is a man who is not shy. Not any bit of him.
He draws her hand down, very slightly. Freeing his lips.
“Enchanting to meet you, Miss Ashton.” He says.
Iris never knew a voice could be so deep. His voice sunk right to the core of her. Right through flesh and bone. Sinking deep. She’d expected a Bavarian accent. Or a continental lilt. But his accent is precise, crystal-cut English.
She blinks. Remembering she had a verbose vocabulary to make use of.
“It’s an honour to make your acquaintance, Lord Ren.” She gasps out with some hint of strength in her voice. When she lets her hand slips from his, her body feels strange. Her whole arm is left tingling.
She finds herself sighing as she pulls her hand back. He straightens his back with ease. She knows her mothers eyes are looking sharply at her so she remembers her politesse.
She feels like the whole world is watching them converse.
“Are you, enjoying... your time in England?” She seeks. “I understand you are recently arrived.”
“Very much.” He looks amused. “I haven’t been on these shores in- quite an age.” He says. She can’t help but feel there is something cryptic to his meaning.
“Do you mean to stay long, in Hampshire, your lordship?” Flora asks. Batting her long lashes up at him so much she could fan out a chandelier of candles if she’s not careful.
His eyes calmly flick across to the smallest Ashton sister. But linger back on Iris.
“Not long. But after tonight I think I’ve found sufficient reason to extend my stay.” His smile twitches smoothly once again.
“Are you enjoying Hellford Park, your lordship? Surely it is the finest house in the county, is it not?” Posy enquires.
Another flicker of those charcoal eyes to the other little Ashton. Really, there were too deuced many of them, Kylo thinks.
“It is an immaculate house. The snowy woods are very pleasant this time of year.” He agrees.
“Of course. The climates in Bavaria are surely similar. I imagine there is much snow on your own estate, your lordship?” Iris asks.
He seems pleased with her interjection. As if she were the only soul whose voice he wished to hear.
When he looked at her, it was like they were the only two people in this room. The only two that mattered. It’s just them, in the candlelight, cast by flame. As if no pairs of eyes are watching - when in reality there are hundreds looking in.
“Indeed. The summers are short, and the winters are long and frigid. I am somewhat familiar with the clime of snow. It falls more gently here than in Bavaria.” His eyes glare warmly across at her. Increasing her blush.
Caroline steps in with a saccharine smile that showed far too much teeth. A leer it could rightly be called.
“You must come and dine with us at Westwell, Lord Ren. We would be honoured to receive you. We can promise you an elegant dinner service, and cards. Why we dine with six and twenty great and fine families around the county. We would be very much favoured with your visit. I wager you won’t get finer, prettier companions or better conversation elsewhere...” Mother boasts.
He smiles right at Iris and it spears into her hot chest like an iron poker stoked too long in the fire. Red hot.
“Indeed. I Thankyou greatly for the invitation. Madam.” Then his eyes grow blacker. “You have very fine daughters. God has blessed you three times over.”
Flora giggles a beaming smile. Posy bats her lashes and grins. Iris fiddles with her hands and examines the floorboards, reddening at his charm.
“I often think so, myself.” Mother preens.
“Of course all my girls are immensely beautiful. But, it is my Iris who is revered around these parts as a local beauty.” She lies.
“Mama.” Iris blushes crimson. Averting her eyes.
“A rumour well circulated indeed.” Kylo’s looking at her. And to her amazement. She bravely looks back.
“And she deserves every such compliment I can bestow.” Kylo adds.
“You are too kind, Lord Ren.” Iris smiles slightly at him. It makes his chest pound harder. Watching her bosom heave at the neckline of her dress.
His mouth waters. That same scent from this afternoon hits him square in the jaw like a rounded fist. He all but moans at the erotic pleasure of it. Of her sweet scent drifting up his nose. Stoking at his eager hunger.
He will tear something apart tonight, rip it limb from limb, and glut himself on that sweet penny-metal flush of blood spilling down his parched throat. And as he does- as he feasts and drinks and crimson drips from his maw, he will think of this moment; of her aroused scent tangled in his nose. Stirring his own lust to boiling point.
He bids the Misses and Mrs Ashton’s a goodnight.
Lord Hearst had more introductions for him to make. More simpering sickening people to meet. All the same. Savagely polite and viciously boring. Their superficial kindness and flattery turns his stomach.
A bevy of swans the lot of them. Preening and pathetic. He could barely hide his disgust at the stench of rotten perfume that beat off each one of their hot pulsing throats. All the vapid girls that desperate Mother’s shoved in his chest to make introductions.
It was like the sheep throwing their own sweet little lambs out into the slobbering wolves.
If this were a less guarded age he might have already slipped away under guise of a romantic tryst in the garden, to drink a few of them dry.
Posy and Flora squeak and shake Iris’s arm after he passes. He is led around the ballroom, that great vast man. Introduced to all the good and the great. They gabble and squawk at their sister about how she’ll be the next Lady of Hellford Park.
She shushes them and sees it makes Lord Ren lock eyes with her from over where he towered loftily across the ballroom crowds.
Her heart starts beating wild again. A demure smile and she takes her eyes away elsewhere. And that heartbeat calls out to him like the pound of a war drum. A bell summoning him to worship.
Oh yes. He thinks. She is the one.
And she’ll do splendidly.
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#kylo ren#kylo ren x oc#vampire!kylo#vampire au#very wolves and doves#Iris vibes 🕊#Lord Ren vibes 🐺#Draegan vibes 🥀#vampirelovestory#vampire#demon#ao3 fanfic#lovestory#angst#smut#slow burn#regency era
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Into The Ancient Woods - Four
Pairing: fae!Jongin x lady knight!reader
Genre: Fantasy AU
Rating: PG13 - mentions of blood, gore, etc.
Word Count: 2,149
Moodboard (that I’m OBSESSED with) @gingersaysjump
Summary: When your sister is stolen by the Fae King you set out on a quest to save her. But when you arrive in the Kingdom of the Fae, all is not as you thought, and in no time killing the king becomes the furthest thing from your mind.
A/N: I wanted soooooo badly to combine these drabbles into a oneshot but after a few weeks I realized that it’s either going to be a few fun drabbles or... basically a full book’s worth of a plot and there’s no happy middle. 😅So I picked out my favorite bits from the rest of what I wrote and here they are! 😄
One | Two | Three | Four
Too much has been sacrificed to turn back now.
A king needs his queen. The kingdom needs love and blood to begin again. New life to wipe the stains of death away from its’ surface like steam from a mirror. And to do that he needs you. No one else. He’s tried.
Other fae women. Their drops of blood did nothing.
Other mortal women. Their spilled blood had only appeased the curse for a short while.
No, he thinks as he gently sets you on the plush bed, watching the light cascade over your face. No, it must be you. You’re his final hope. The one with the hair the color of fire and the spirit to match.
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The cell is an opulent one, but it is a cage nonetheless. Now that he has you, he isn't willing to take any chances. The bed may be lavish and covered in blankets - red and gold brocade, warm against the chill that lingers everywhere in his kingdom.
He wonders if you’ll scream at him again when you wake and he smiles at the thought. It’s been far too long since life flowed in this village and he craves the intensity.
His healer already attended to you, removing any damage his sharp and efficient magic did. Exhaustion is the only thing keeping you from consciousness now. He stifles his impatience and paces in front of your cell.
He has questions - hundreds of them, as he observes the gentle rise and fall of your chest.
Who put the flowers in your hair - were they done with your own hand or by someone else’s? A lover, perhaps?
How did you come upon the sword you carry? The mortal kings have long been dismissive of the women in their kingdom. Did you steal it?
Jongin longs to pry open your mind and heart and have a look to see just what kind of woman fate brought him. Decades and centuries of waiting for the prophesied one. Endless years of suffering, now brought to an end. If she accepts me. And this.
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It's midday when someone comes for you again. Unfortunately, it's the King himself. Handsome and devastating and evil.
Though you now know it would solve none of your problems, you still long for your sword to be able to drive it through his heart. If just for the satisfaction of having bested him.
'Would you like to go for a walk, kultaseni?'
You make a noise somewhere between a scream and a whine of confusion. 'Surely you are joking.'
He leans an arrogant shoulder against the frame of the door and smiles at you. 'I am not. You have seen your sister, alive and unharmed. I would like to speak with you and would prefer to do so without bars between us.'
'You're the one who put me here,' you counter. You grip the metal so tightly it bites into your palms.
His expression turns mournful, brows drawn together and his plump, red lips pouting. Irrationally you want to sink into the bottom one with your teeth and pull. Just to taste him. Just to hear him moan and know it was you who caused it. But then the light shifts and his expression is reserved and taunting once more and you swallow the thought.
'Fine. But if you try and harm me, I'll gouge your eyes out with my thumbs.'
He raises a brow and smiles at you, pleased by your comment. 'I'd expect nothing less.'
The castle and the village, in daytime, are disconcertingly similar to your own.
Children play in the town square, their laughter echoing off the cobblestones. Women and men walk to and fro down a path off the center square, carrying baskets of fruit and grain from the harvest. Soldiers stand guard at the palace gates. No wonder they were so cavalier, you think, their threat comes from within. Not from the world outside.
Jongin leads you towards the mountains that rise towards the south. The villagers nod as you pass, watching you with awe. You wonder if everyone has heard the tale. You can almost hear their silent pleas, asking you to be your savior. Would you not do the same, in their place?
Thankfully the path disappears into the trees and you and Jongin are alone once more. Here, he's quiet and contemplative, hands drawn behind his back. You've never seen a man more beautiful. Or more dangerous. His moods change faster than lightning and you do your best to keep up.
He runs a ringed finger along the branch of a thick tree. Its bark is twisted and old, fighting death as the tree reaches towards the sun. 'The forest was so beautiful, in my youth.'
Curiosity gets the better of you. 'How did it come to be cursed?'
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The light through the branches falls on his face and suddenly you can imagine the boy he was in his youth. His amber eyes are shrewd and playful. You wonder what it was like when his smile was easy and unburdened, when he gave of himself willingly and joyfully.
When his choices didn't carry the fate of an entire Kingdom behind them.
You feel your heart soften a fraction and pull back, afraid of being drawn in by him. Even if you understand the source of his actions, even if the women aren’t hurt - there’s still blood on his hands that will never come clean.
‘If you wanted me… if I’m the prophesied queen, why did you take my sister? Why not come for me directly?’
He pauses, a slight blush coming to his cheeks in the golden light. ‘Is it so wrong that I would want my future queen to be able to say goodbye to her family in some way? To the human world?’
‘So you’ll really let her go back? You meant it?’
He folds his hands behind his back, contemplating. 'I'm entirely honest. If you hold up your end of the bargain, I'll hold up mine.'
You watch him, through the trees he looks almost human. His skin is ice white, with none of the bright warmth you'd associate with living. But his features relax in nature, away from the harsh lines of the castle. He’s been just as much a prisoner of the curse as the village, as the woods.
For long moments you both get lost in your thoughts. He pulls a flower from one of the trees and holds it between his fingers. You can only imagine what must occupy the mind of a king of an immortal land. If you make this choice, you will become like him. Trapped forever in this land, trapped forever in this body. Until you choose to die.
'Will it hurt?' you ask quietly.
He looks at you suddenly. 'Are you agreeing?'
His eyes are wide with hope and you imagine him much younger. Being forced to make a deadly choice to save his people. Wouldn't you do the same, in his place?
'Yes.' Your promise is a whisper. 'Yes,' you repeat, stronger, finding your conviction and surrender like air beneath your wings. 'I'll do it.'
Jongin catches you off guard by wrapping you in his arms. In two steps his scent and his body envelops you. His delight is a palpable thing between you, seeping into the marrow of your bones. He pulls back and watches you fiercely.
'I will owe you for this,' he says gently, breath cascading across your lips. 'Forever.'
Even if you didn't know that magic lived in him, you'd be transfixed. His eyes are dark brown, cut through with amber in the bright sunlight. You remind yourself of the terrible things he's done and on instinct you step back.
'You didn't answer my question.'
His hands hang in midair for a moment, as though he were imagining you still in his arms. 'Yes, it will.' His hands fall to his sides and he looks sad. 'I'm sorry for that. Being remade is not an easy feat, from my understanding.'
You steel yourself. 'I've said many times in my life I'd be willing to fight, and die, for those I love. And if this will forever keep them safe, I'll do it.'
Jongin nods. 'You cannot know what it will mean for my people. Centuries of pain ceasing, like blood clotting in a wound.'
No words come, the thought of a lifetime away from your family sits heavily in your mind. But wounds still leave marks, even after they heal. Never seeing your mother and father again. Never being human again.
Some wounds never heal. But for this, you'll sacrifice everything. And perhaps, in time, come to find other reasons to live.
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The stone dais in the square is empty. Distant noises of battle - swords clashing, men and women fighting for their lives - pound in your ears as you race to complete the ritual before it’s too late. Before all is truly lost forever
Jongin hesitates for a moment before stepping up behind you. He could have remained opposite you, closeness wasn't a necessity to slice your arm. But despite it all, you're glad he's there. The fact that he lives and breathes and feels comforts you. You hope you're still yourself after this night is done.
'Ready?' he asks, softer than you'd imagine.
With his chest to your back like a shield you slide up the sleeve of your overdress, exposing your skin. Fear clogs your throat and you struggle for breath. Fear of pain. Fear of loss. Fear of failure.
You grit your teeth and will yourself to be strong. 'Ready.'
His broad hand wraps around your wrist, holding it out over the circular opening of stone. The bottom is stained with age, with the imprint of hundreds of years of dead leaves. The sun has bleached the rim. With morbid fascination you hold still as he draws the blade against your skin.
The cut is deep, well-placed. You wince at the searing pain and bite down hard on your cheek, but still you don't look away. His face presses against yours and you realize abruptly how close he is. Jongin sets the knife down on the rim and wraps his free hand around your waist, keeping you steady. Held close against him, as if you were lovers.
The blood pools in the base, in drops, thick and red. You should have asked him what the transformation entails. Too late you realize you were so caught up in the loss of your human life, you'd asked nothing about your journey into the immortality.
Moonlight shines, clear and bright, as the clouds above you clear. Like a beacon it settles on the steady drops of blood that fall from the open wound. It's slowing, turning from a steady flow to a trickle. Just when you think he'll take up the knife and reopen the wound, the stone beneath you trembles. A great rumbling starts beneath your feet and you cling to his arm with your right hand. Ready for whatever hell is unleashing upon you tonight.
'Hold steady,' he says.
You nod and press your lips together to avoid screaming. In the silver light the blood in the base shines. It morphs from red to orange to a near white color in seconds. The structure around you drops a fraction before stilling. Your breath comes out in pants and you keep firm as the shimmering moves up the drops of blood, flowing upwards and back into your body.
When it reaches your skin, you feel like you've been stabbed all over. It's like the time you got too close to the fire as a child, when the flames licked along your skin and burned. You can't help the sound of surprise and agony that leaves you as the ancient magic undoes your humanity.
Jongin catches you as you fall, turning you in his arms and easing you down onto the stone. His hand beneath your head cushions you as your body writhes and jerks as though it were trying to evaporate like smoke. He seems to glow himself as he watches you with a look both fearful and intense with hope.
He squeezes your hand and you look down, realizing he's clasped his hand around yours. The world fades at the corners of your vision. The branches of the trees appear menacing in the darkness. The great turrets of the castle disappear as the clouds move over the moon once more. A great bolt of lightning cleaves the sky, striking the dais.
Your head lolls to the side and you watch the stone crack in half. Thunder echos around you so loudly you gasp. As you lose consciousness you hold Jongin's focus, praying that it worked. That his kingdom will be restored. That your people will be free. That he will once again be whole and uncursed.
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During the Remembrance of Undercity, we had a segment titled The Ceremony of Embers and Spirit in which Forsaken (and allies) were welcome to toss that which they want left behind to burn in a symbolic fire and help them move forward in their unlife or life. Anything from mementos from long past, banners or tabards or anything that they feel no longer belongs with them and no longer represents them. All were allowed to do this, but focus was put on Forsaken first. We had all who wanted their items showcased fill out a doc so we can share and forever view these small, but impactful, character moments. Down below is everyone who chose to have their moment showcased and what their feelings are that went with it as well as the item itself.
Due to the length of this post, please hit the Read More to view all items that have been tossed into the flames.
Caleb Mcswain Item: A blue star moss boutonnière. This item represented resentment, hatred for Caleb's undeath, and fear of the Horde. Shandras Korpus Item: A stuffed animal "...I can't possibly atone for the murderous rage my Dark Lady once inspired, but I can surely commit to do better." Silffred Queen Item: A patched and beaded Undercity tabard. Silffred leaves his spot, a ratty, patched tabard of the Undercity draped in his hands. He tries to steel himself, and fails. From the crowd, a death knight comes to his side; a -Night Elf- death knight. She whispers something to him and, together, they drop the tabard onto the smoldering bonfire. The Knight puts her hand on his shoulder, and Silffred raises his head to address the crowd. "I cast off my tabard for the final time, and with it... The piece of me that could end up no where else... But the flames." Jarisold Acridwell Item: Wedding ring Jarisold steps up quietly and pulls out a ring. He looks at it with a solemn expression, signing slowly with his free hand. "I have little to say here except I'm sorry. I wish I could have protected you." He grips it one last time, looking over it as he casts it into the fire. Nicolai Wyther Item: A Leatherbound notebook full of old alchemical research. Nicolai looked down at his old leatherbound book. Inside were a mix of notes, research and alchemical studies he had done many years ago for the Forsaken cause. Some were helpful, but many used for harming those who dared to mess with the Forsaken. "I was naive. I didn't know any better." he muttered under his breath as his veil covered his sorrowful face. "Years of my life were written down in this book I used to be proud of it...but when I see this book on my mantle, I don't think of the time I spent with my old Order or the happy memories." his voice trembled. "I only see regret. Anguish!" He opened the book to take out a dried out Arthas Tear, holding it between his skeletal fingers "And I must...move on." As he tossed the book into the fire. Donovan Morris Wightborn Item: A Forsaken insignia of excellence and a medallion with a red soulstone in it. Donovan pulls up a faded insignia from his bags. "Today, I burn two pages of history from my present so they may join the ashes of the past. First, an insignia of excellence given to me by the Dark Lady during the Gilneas campaign. With this, I burn what little respect I had for the Banshee... Along with a deep resentment for the people of Gilneas." He drops his insignia into the flames "And then..." he grasps at a silver necklace with a cracked red gem around his neck and pulls, snapping the chain as he removes it. He stares at it for a moment, in his hand, and holds it up "A soulstone medallion which was once used to twist my soul into undeath, and that I then used to imprison and punish the necromanceress responsible. With this, I let go of an old bitterness and drive: Vengeance. I slew her and her soul is long gone. No need for this to remain and remind me of her. I am Forsaken, driven by the glory and growth of our people, not unfocused hatred of an old witch." with that, he tosses it into the fire and watches it burn. He thought 'Donovan Morris died for Lordaeron. Donovan Wightborn claimed vengeance for him. Now we both live, in this glorious dark rebirth, as Forsaken.' Nettie Ka'an Item: Insignia of a Forsaken soldier Nettie steps foward and takes out a small, shiny object. "This insignia represents my time as a soldier on the Gilnean-Forsaken front. I had just been raised, and unlike many of you, felt little loyalty to the Banshee Queen."She pauses. "I joined to try to preserve my home, Gilneas, despite the Forsaken's onslaught. Since then, I have met and bonded with more Forsaken than I had thought I ever would. This insignia is a reminder of a past era, of distrust towards my own people." She continues. "We have all lost our homes, in one or way another. It is time to move forward." She gently drops the insignia into the fire, where it glows, and rejoins the circle. Geniya Zigzy Item: Old Undercity military ID card Geniya tosses the card into the fire, and it quickly flares up and away. "I used this only once since the fall of Undercity, as a way to pass myself off as the officer in Sylvanas' forces that I once was, for the purpose of sneaking some dissenters to safety. We are now ALL safe. We are free to be whoever we are, with no one watching over us from above. I will never need to use this card again." Benemus Crungey Item: Wedding Ring & Silver Dagger Benemus steps up, twisting a tarnished ring off of his finger and dropping it into the fire. "The last trappings of when I was alive," He said simply. "Attachment to someone who has spoken of her hatred for what I have become. I do not need this reminder that only makes me upset." Then he removes a dagger from his pack, and drops it in as well. "Be well on your journey into the shadows." Édouard Chaudron Item: Old Academy Frying Pan Anger at his Father who didn't support his culinary pursuits nor his soup kitchen for the poor of Lordaeron. His father would be the ghoul that sent him to his unlife, something which he clung to in anger prior to this event. Tossing it was to help let go of his difficult feelings in regards to his relationship with his father and to move past the guilt, doubt and other painful emotions that had him second-guessing his chosen path in life + unlife. Canthar Item: Remains preserved in jars. "I no longer have need for these. That competitive abomination assembly were a thing is disgusting. That I got caught up in it... Regardless. Dead should only be raised willing. These morbid cadavers no longer fascinate me..." Hylden Caspian Levanthorpe Item: An amethyst sphere (a speakstone) Hylden holds in his hand a stone. A beautiful amethyst sphere. Staring down at the thing, the storm of emotions that brewed on his features, in his eyes spoke to something deeper than he could express in words. He closed his fingers around it, and took a breath, staring down at the flames. “This was a gift, from a man I loved more than anythin’. Anythin’ I ever could have described, anythin’ I thought I could have felt. In that awful darkness, he called me a sweet thing. A mouse. That man would have had us believe that he was a snake. A serpent. Clever and connivin’. ...but snakes kill their prey quickly. No.” His eyes flicked upward, burning brightly, focusing directly on the man. “That man was a glue trap. Unfortunately for him, this mouse didn’t stay stuck. His grip was far too weak.” He glanced back down to the fire, opening his hand and staring back into the depths of that sphere, glowing with a life all its own. As his eyes turned from the fire, he lifted his hand and tilted it to the side, letting it roll from his palm as he said, “Goodbye. I’ll always love you. Though I’ll never know if it was my choice or not, will I?”
Vynaendra Highwood Blood Elf Item: Insignia of Sylvanas Vyn feels anger seeing the image of her face. Anger and disgust and sadness. Bagorpagork Mok’nathal A very old tome containing warlock spells and rituals Gork was clutching onto an old tattered book. A black cover with fel green demonic lettering and symbols. He held it out, giving it one last look before tossing it into the flames. "As time passes, sometimes you learn that the things that made you strong, the things that help you win, come at a price. The Alliance may have essentially lost that day. But it cost a great price for the Forsaken. I think uh, Mr Eralos put it quite really... I have begun to question my own power, the price I may someday come to pay. I have decided I do not need this power anymore. It is time to move on" he ended with a small smile. Lembri Vulpiana Shal’dorei Item: Menagerie Insignia Lembri removes an insignia from her satchel, bearing the mark of Suramar's Royal Menagerie. It's been battered with age, and no longer shines like the rest of the silver that adorns her. "I used to be afraid... I thought that I had to help protect the creatures of the outside from their own h-home... I'll never be able to forgive myself fully for the animals still trapped in that sick circus but... T-This is the start of redemption." The nightborne tosses the medal into the fire, feeling great relief as it disappears amongst the flames. Sorrel Silverblade Kaldorei Item: A rosary; an innumerable amount of red strings Sorrel approaches the fire, holding a rosary befitting a priest or priestess of the Church of the Holy Light. Its beads are made of dark, worn wood and yellowed ivory, the strand of silk they're strung on yellowed and brittle. At the end is a truesilver holy symbol, tarnished with age. He opens his other hand, filled with tiny red strands of string, curled and folded as if they'd been tied into position for a long time. He clears his throat a bit. "...you deserved better. A better life. A better son. I killed in your name, as if death or life were a game I could succeed in." He lowers his eyes and ears, gritting his teeth. "...I know better now. Life and death mean much more to me, in each of their forms. To the Light I pray you find solace." He lets the rosary fall into the fire. Sorrel stares intently into the flame. "To the Shadows I pray that they may guide my hand so that I may serve my fellows honourably. To learn from the mistakes of my youth." He lets the red strands fall. "To move past my sins." With that, he returns to his friends. Geniya, on behalf of Gornagh Starcrusher Undead Orc Item: Ebon Blade Warbanner Gornagh gave Geniya the banner to toss into the flames as a way of finally severing himself from the Ebon Blade, an organization he left very abruptly after realizing that his morals no longer aligned with theirs. He wishes to feel free of reminders that make him angry, for a group that he believes is no longer worth his energy to think on. Kuyr Driftwood Tauren Death Knight Item: Decaying old Saronite gauntlet Said: "Watching time pass me by...I should let go of this and work on my bonds. What it will bring with my new tribe. I don't know. But it's better then being alone." Thought's: *The pain and suffering is still unbearable. I can't break free fully. Maybe this will help me fight more to be myself. But I still wish at times just...release.* Litharial Solstar Sin’dorei Item: A single, grey arrow with raven fletching. Approached the bonfire that blazed with the ashes and memories of those that fed it before her. She drew a single, grey arrow with raven fletching, so unlike her golden ones. Examining the arrow a moment, she spoke quietly, "This belonged to my sister, Asarial. We fought together at the battle for Lordaeron when the Alliance broke through the gate, she told me to go first to make sure the wounded were well cared for. Her selflessness cost her her life. And it nearly broke me. Fast forward to the relevancy of this story, I found myself before the city of Ogrimmar, ready to liberate the city. However, it became apparent that loyalists were sabotaging the weaponry." Takes a moment to sniffle, a lone tear falling down her cheek. "It was then that I found the thing of my nightmares. My sister, who was raised as a Dark Ranger to serve the Banshee Queen. It was my duty to defend Saurfang's army and I did so, quickly slaying the two other Dark Rangers with her, and after a terrible duel...her." Her eyes grew ever luminescent as they reflected the warm light of the bonfire. "She lost..." Looking at the arrow once again, she turned it over in her hands, "I understand this ceremony is to honor our Forsaken brothers and sisters. But I can never truly hate the Dark Rangers, for what became of them. I cannot even hate Sylvanas, for she will always be remembered as a hero to Silvermoon for her sacrifice. So it is my hope, that the Dark Rangers and Sylvanaas find their way into this pyre. My sister, at least, shall find hers." Litharial placed the arrow gently, almost reverently, in the consuming fire. The flashed quickly licked the arrow, turning a dark purple where the arrow touched the flames, before blazing a righteous orange again. "Al diel shala, Asarial. Elor bindel felallan morin'aminor, Belore'dorei. Shorel'aran, sister." Dragway Orc Item: An old royal crest banner of the Rally family, it's dark blue banner with a falcon holding a mason hammer and pickaxe in its talons Dragway said this about the banner "This was the crest of Baron Danton Rally, who was a warden to many internment camps for the orcs, I spent my childhood as a slave under him, he was slain when Thrall came to liberate us. I toss my grieve for the child who was living in dirt and mud, and give hope to the adult still standing here. May the orcs...no...no other races, never be put into chains ever again!” Gotosh, on behalf of Katamar Orc Item: A red hair ribbon Gotosh clutched the red hair ribbon in his palm, looking down to it. He thought of what it meant to his friend, a connection to people who are long gone and their souls lost. Part of him didn’t want to toss it into the fire, feeling the weight it carried. But he promised to do this and with one toss the ribbon joined the other items to be burned away. May they rest, he thinks, may he rest too.
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