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beautifulwillfulldead · 5 months ago

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[ID: A web weaving of Andor with twelve images, combining excerpts of interviews with Varada Sethu and Tony Gilroy with images from Andor and lyrics from Hozier's "Butchered Tongue." The first image begins with an excerpt from Varada Sethu's interview: "[Question] Most of your co-actors have these great speeches and lines. Your character Cinta is quiet. [Answer] To me, it made sense that she wasn't saying a lot because this is someone who has been through so much and is suffocating on her own rage and anger at the injustice. So, why would she waste words, or her breath, talking about it," with "suffocating on her own rage and anger" highlighted in green.

The second image shows Cinta Kaz standing a little apart from her team and half turned to look directly into the camera. The third image is an excerpt from Tony Gilroy's interview: "It's an adventure story all the way through. But knowing that Cassian is that kid who beat the shit out of that console [in a flashback as a child] after they killed his friend, and knowing that rage is in him, is really important" with "knowing that rage is in him is really important" highlighted in green.

The fourth image shows a young Cassian Andor standing apart from the other children, looking back towards the camera. The fifth image shows Arvel Skeen talking to Cassian as they look off-screen at Cinta, saying"you should have been here when cinta found out. they slaughtered her whole familiy."

The sixth image is another interview excerpt: "All you get is a glimpse of who she is and a throwaway line on how her family was slaughtered by stormtroopers. So, I imagined her as a survivor of a genocide." The seventh image shows Maarva Andor saying, "there were no survivors on kenari."

The eighth image shows Cassian and Cinta standing in the doorway of a hut, looking at each other. The ninth image shows a rough sketch of two faces making direct eye contact with each other, labelled "Self-recognition through the Other." The tenth image is two Google search results suggestions: "What does it mean when you feel like you know a person? Why do I feel like I know him from before?"

The eleventh image shows Cassian watching Cinta leave the doorway of the hut they were standing in. The twelfth image is a lyric excerpt from Butchered Tongue: "With no translator left to sound/ A butchered tongue still singin'/ here above the ground." End ID]

(ID originally by @thevalleyisjolly, edited to make paragraph breaks.)

cassian & cinta: sole survivors

varada sethu interview for the hindu / andor (2022) / tony gilroy interview for rolling stone / “butchered tongue”, hozier

#ohhhh fuck yeah!!!#i hope we get more of them in season 2 #sw #andor #cassian andor #cinta kaz #described #arvel skeen #maarva andor #web weaving

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neon-lights-stardust-nights · 2 years ago

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HEAD FULL OF POISON, HAVE INCOHERENCE

~.~.~

He put on the gas mask. There was not one for faer to be offered. The familiarity of the situation struck a place in faer made of thorns, the knife wound corroding by the second in a spew of gas. Regardless, this was different. “It’s not like that anymore,” Kronos muttered to faerself.

Strange only hummed. Kronos had no idea how he had access to something like this. The room itself was sterile and mostly empty. Stark white walls clean enough to eat off of—though Kronos was sure faers mind would find interesting things to turn them into soon. The toxin started to get pumped in, and Kronos wondered what cue fae had missed. There it was—sickly green where the light hit it.

“I’m sure you understand,” Strange began. “To build a tolerance, it will require exposure.”

“I know,” Kronos responded. Though faers heart was a raging drum in faers chest… Kronos took a deep breath and held it. “I know,” fae repeated on the eventual exhale.

The first time fae ever saw it in action, Kronos was rooming with Riddler. Edward had to yank faer back inside. There was a noise—Kronos simply stepped out onto the balcony to investigate. Only a block away the bomb went off, spreading toxin everywhere. Fae narrowly dodged a bad trip, all while Edward yelled cautionary nonsense about the effects.

He made double sure to lock the windows that night…

Now though, Kronos was a willing subject. A truly willing subject. After a certain point, fae sat down on the ground. It was nothing but mist down there—though fae could still make out the impression of Strange cocking his head at the act. Fae took another deep breath, closing faers eyes. It was appropriately intoxicating, in the literal worst ways.

“Promise me this is going to work,” Kronos said from the floor.

Strange chuckled a bit to himself—“it’d be pointless to subject you to something this potentially triggering if it wouldn’t.”

----

“It’s taking longer to kick in.” Kronos looked over at him. “That’s good, right?”

Strange still wore the mask. He did every session. Kronos envied him a little still. “Yes. You’ve been making good progress. Though I have to wonder how he so purposefully avoided you developing a tolerance.”

“He was careful,” Kronos mumbled. Then though, fae spoke up: “is this going to work for all the strains? I know that was part of it.”

“With the strain I chose, yes. I expect blanket immunity. The worst I can imagine if that isn’t the case is simply a slower onset and lessening of symptoms for strains that don’t manage to be covered.”

“Can I ask about the science?” Kronos was ignoring the impression of Crane behind faer. There was the glint of a scythe just at the bottom of faers vision, and it took all of faers will to not look down. “Ah, wait… I think we’ve hit it.”

Strange couldn’t help himself. “What do you see?”

“His scythe. I feel like if I turned around, he’d be there. I know better, but that doesn’t make my skin crawl any less.”

“Interesting they all still center around him,” Strange commented.

“I mean, there’s a few classics. There’s centipedes all over the ground now. That’s always been there.”

“Centipedes specifically?”

Kronos nodded. “Where I went to school, they commonly got in through the drains. Imagine being a little kid trying to wash your hands, and a centipede is crawling around the bottom… Or you go to the water fountain, and right as you finish drinking, you see one crawling up out of the drain.”

“That would be startling for a small child,” he agreed.

“It stuck with me.” Kronos shrugged. “So I guess for some reason, my brain puts them all over the floor.”

“You don’t appear to be panicking nearly as much as before.”

Kronos scoffed a strange, short sort of laugh. “That seems to have been the first thing to go.”

----

“Hugo…”

“Using my first name is always a good sign.”

Kronos glared at him. Everything said fae should be ready, but… That wasn’t proper anger in faers eye. It was anxiety. “Don’t joke right now, alright?”

He hummed. “You’re worried you aren’t ready.”

“Obviously.”

“You doubt my handiwork then?”

The look on faers face could only be described as one of apology. “It’s irrational, I know… Yet…”

“Yet that doesn’t shut the feeling off.” Strange reached out, adjusting the eye patch. Fae normally only wore it when accompanying Strange outside, to places where a ticking watch in faers eye would seem too abnormal. The fact fae wore it all should’ve spoken to how self conscious fae was. “If I didn’t think you were ready, I wouldn’t have set any of this up. I wouldn’t have looked into his recent whereabouts, and I wouldn’t have given you what I could find of his recent plans.”

“Right…” Kronos chuckled a little. “You’re sure I can take him though?”

“I’m sure you’ll scare the living hell out of him,” and Kronos had to restrain a laugh at the deadpan with which he said it. “In all seriousness—I have already planned for the case where you fail spectacularly.”

“So you aren’t sure, you just know what to do if I do fuck up.” Kronos’ brow furrowed, but fae was still smiling. “Really inspiring confidence in me, babe.”

“Leave before it’s too late.” Kronos turned to do just that, but Strange spoke up again. “And consider what other sorts of designs you’d like. I may have you wear eye patches more often.”

Kronos flushed, glad fae was turned away. Fae only hung faers head, giving him a thumbs up. From the way he chuckled, he was proud of himself for flustering faer on the way out.

----

The moment Crane saw faer waiting under a street lamp was a moment that Crane thought was entirely fake. He skid to a halt, having to pick through a mess of questions in his head. It was only at that though that fae looked over. The approaching steps apparently hadn’t alerted faer.

“Crane?” It would’ve been barely perceptible to anyone else, but Kronos was shaking. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Zacharie—“ but there was chaos behind him. The sounds of a fight, likely between his own men and the bat himself. “We need to move quickly.”

“No.”

Fae could detect just a hint of panic from behind the gas mask. He reached for a vial on his belt, holding it up. “Recognize this? If we don’t move quickly enough, I have to smash it.”

“Yup. You always had to seal these special. It’s liquid, and then oxygen hits it, and it turns into gas. Spreads fear toxin for what feels like miles.”

“Unless you want to be caught in the fumes—“ and he was cut off again, this time by Kronos’ cackling. He slowly lowered the vial, no longer held with confidence above the sidewalk.

“Seriously? Now you care about dosing me?”

There were oncoming footsteps, a run that Kronos recognized. So did Crane. So he hesitated only a moment, so he did it. There was coughing, but it wasn’t Kronos or Crane. Hence the mask, he was fine. A hand grabbed onto Kronos’ arm, too thin and boney to belong to the bat.

A dagger collided into it.

Crane screamed above the hissing sound the remaining liquid let out, Kronos letting him yank away. It seemed to even catch the bat’s attention, judging by the surprised grunt fae heard. Everything though was a mess of green still.

Kronos took a deep breath. It smelt putrid. It was death and vanilla. It was cheap perfume and that sickly sweet aroma rotten pork got. It dug into faers senses and threatened to make faer vomit off disgust alone.

So why did fae laugh?

As the thick fog of it all cleared, they both got a look. Bruce was just a few paces behind faer, to the left enough that he could see it too. Crane was still clutching his hand, bleeding badly from the stab in its center. There was a sinking feeling in Bruce’s gut that if he didn’t do something, this would end very badly.

Crane hadn’t bothered to look down. Fucking thigh garters with sheathes? It felt so sexual and out of place, yet Kronos was grabbing the second knife. Fae flipped both around in faers hands, grinning like the cat who caught the mouse. “Feeling scared yet?”

“How in hell’s name…”

Bruce was standing slowly. Kronos was a little off, yes. Unstable, maybe. This though was new. Yet fae was shaking like a leaf. Still, there was no reason to make this harder by alerting faer to himself properly.

Crane’s head was tracking Bruce more than faer as Kronos explained. “Some exes will always make tea the way you showed them, or will always do the same little ritual with the laundry. I guess what you gave Hugo was how to make fear toxin.”

He backed up a few steps, “And he sent you to kill me, didn’t he?”

“Maybe.” Bruce took a step closer to faer, and he got a knife pointed his way. “Look, Batman, can we drop this shit for one night? Scarecrow and I have business.”

“I can’t exactly let you kill him.”

But when fae looked back, ‘Scarecrow’ had taken and bolted. “Damnit!”

Perfect. That blinding rage was the opening he needed to disarm faer, who really wasn’t ready for Batman. Scarecrow, yes. Batman, no. He had faer pinned to the ground in moments, knives securely out of faers reach.

“Uncle! Fuck it, uncle! Now let me go, before that bastard gets away.”

“I know he hurt you,” and the routine grated on a very sore nerve of faers.

“Bullshit! You know bullshit, that’s what you know!” Kronos struggled like a thrashing cat pulled from the bath.

“Whatever Hugo Strange told you, it’s nothing good. Whatever he’s done to you was for his benefit, not yours.”

Kronos paused. The fact fae went still honestly set him on edge. “You seriously think I’m so dumb that I don’t know that?”

Fae was face down on the ground, but went through the trouble to crane back to look at him regardless. “You think I had options after leaving Crane?”

“I could have helped.”

Kronos spat in his face. There was a beep from faers watch, and he couldn’t back away fast enough. Soon enough, everything within ten feet of faer moved in slow motion. Everything but faer. It was easy to clamber out from under him then, quickly rushing out of the radius of the charge.

“Well. Seems like some people never learn.” Kronos looked the way Crane ran. After a moment’s contemplation, fae decided it wasn’t worth it. The first try was allowed to be the worst try.

Carefully (after making sure the watch was still on,) Kronos ventured into that sphere of distortion again. The knives were retrieved, and Kronos came shooting back out of it. They were nice looking, it’d be a shame to leave them.

Strange probably commissioned them.

Kronos would feel bad if fae lost them.

“What a bust!” Kronos sighed, starting to walk away. That’d be there for half an hour, so it wasn’t like fae had to rush. “So much for being ready…”

----

“But he got away!”

Strange honestly looked a little manic—or maybe Kronos was reading into it too much. “Yet you stabbed him!”

Kronos hesitated, and Strange took the chance to press on. “In retaliation or otherwise, you laughed in his face and stabbed him. This is incredible, Kronos!” Faers eye narrowed, head tilting so fae could stare at the ground as he asked: “and no symptoms still?”

The floors were clean. “Not a one.”

“You are a work in progress,” Strange began, hand coming to tip faers head back up to look at him. “A butterfly not quite ready to leave the cocoon.”

“I thought I was ready,” Kronos asked, half mocking.

“I said you were ready, and I meant ready for tonight.”

Kronos scoffed. Strange didn’t let it bother him. “You’re angry he got away. Good.”

“Good?”

“It means you’ll be able to chase him next time.”

Maybe Kronos wasn’t meant to smile, but fae did. “Seriously?”

“I have confidence you’ll be able to take this as far as you’d want to.” There was a pause. “How far do you want to take this?”

Kronos looked a little thrown off. A few things flit through faers eye, before fae finally answered him. “I think he killed whoever I was before. I think I need to return the favor.”

“To kill him metaphorically or literally?”

“Whichever feels right.”

Kronos had never taken a life on purpose before, and Strange knew that. For a moment, he wondered if faer was capable, but then he smiled too. He wanted to see if he could push faer to. Actually—this whole arrangement was about to get incredibly interesting. “Then I encourage you to pick whichever your heart desires.”

With a sigh, fae titled faers head a little to the side. “You’re doing it again.” He was going to ask what exactly he was doing, but then Kronos moved away. “Alright, alright! If you’re so confident, then I consider tonight a win! We should celebrate!”

“Pizza, I’m assuming?”

With a giggle, fae nodded. “I want pizza! Pineapple on the one half, bacon on both! Oh, and onions! Maybe ham too?”

“I suppose if it gets you to eat something,” he jabbed.

“I’ll eat the whole damn thing if you promise me you’ll suck me silly afterward!”

He withheld the urge to laugh. “You can simply ask for that sort of thing, you know.”

Kronos didn’t respond, instead focusing on the food. “Breadsticks too!”

“Are you even going to finish all this?”

“Do I get fucked for it?”

Strange sighed. “If… That motivates you to eat.”

“Then I will eat literally all of it, and you will get none.”

He broke—he laughed. “Okay.”

#fear and love #ohhhh I swear I made bruce a tag #don't remember! add later.#tangled web #sanya writes

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