Crowe Altius

Titus Iron-Bearer. General of the Unseelie Armies. Looked over the young man. And he was a man now, he’d been a boy when the debt had been born. Titus hadn’t ever expected to meet him.

Now, the Unseelie were pouring through the forests and the mountains, having their way with Niflheim. And this boy who’d once been harmed by a rogue ogre, was commanding the mortal forces.

“You are owed a boon. One for each scar you bear, from the ogre I failed to control when you were a boy. You chased him off. You will have a day and a night to decide each boon. Our armies shall not march, as long as yours do not march. In those days you were at peace,” Titus said, his voice glacial. He appeared almost human, but mist and steam flowed from his body. He wore iron plate, and an iron sword, carefully wrapped. But they still burned.

He looked like something carved out of a glacier, his skin nearly transparent, though not quite pale, his eyes dark and piercing. Something about the young blonde...fascinated him though. He was curious to see just what he would call on for those boons.

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Cinis Furia

Gender: Female (Omega)

General Appearance:  Auburn hair, brown eyes,pale skin, broad shoulders

Personality: Cinis is near incapable of filtering herself, and has the same attention problems that plague her father. Passionate more than aggressive, she’s incredibly intense and rarely lets up. She is however useless and easily flustered by cute girls.

Special Talents: She’s never been burnt by a flame. She isn’t sure if it’s luck, if she’s immune to fire, or what exactly. But even in the most improbable cases. She’s never actually burnt. Growing up mostly in the long night, she focuses on being an armor smith. She’s very good at it. And she has talent of being able to scrap most things and put them to use. She tries to blend Galahdian culture and Cavaugh as best she can even when not shown much of the former.

Who they like better: Probably one of her aunts. Either Siobhan the wild aunt or Aisling.

Who they take after more: Both, unfortunately.

Personal Head Canon: If they run into each other she has a disastrous crush on @commandernochill ‘s daughter and is actually useless about it.

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send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Gerd Drautos-Tummelt

Gender: Female (Alpha)

General Appearance: Tall, broad, blonde haired with strong features

Personality: She wants a pet snow coeurl. By the time she was nine she’d snuck out of the home at least six times to go looking for them. She really actually does herd cats. And she’ll herd snow coeurl if she has to. She’s getting one. Mixing Drautos shepherd craziness with Loqi’s absurd stubbornness and lack of chill was a terrible idea. She’s absurdly good with cats though. Aside from that she wants to be a hunter. 

Special Talents: She really can herd cats. Nobody’s sure or not but she might be able to talk to them? She rarely gets cold and has an uncanny sense of balance. She’s very good with a spear. She has a gift for strategy and leadership, though she doesn’t like either.

Who they like better: Loqi’s cats

Who they take after more: An unholy amalgam of both. They both get blamed for her ridiculousness.

Personal Head canon: A Galahdian told her a story about the myth of the boy that chased the coeurl. Titus came very close to tracking the man down some nights, once Gerd got on her snow coeurl obsession.

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“Uh, yeah. I think so – usually older people, though. Retired old men,” he shrugged. It was a weird hobby for someone his age to have, but he didn’t care. It had been a while since he had last fished, but he’d always found it oddly relaxing, even as a young child.

He raised a brow at the man’s offer. He had no prior interest in fishing, but he was willing to learn because it was something he enjoyed. His lips twitched upwards into a smile for a fraction of a second before he schooled his expression so quickly that the show of emotion could easily have gone unnoticed.

Maybe he’d stick around a little while.

If he ran, he’d probably end up getting caught and if that happened, he probably would go to juvie. It had nothing to do with the fact that Titus was showing him more kindness than anyone else had in a while.

That was what he kept telling himself, anyway.

“No, um. It wouldn’t be intruding. It’s been a while, so I’m probably a little rusty but…yeah, I can probably show you the basics.” He told him before letting out a genuine laugh. “Yes, yes, yes and no. The hats aren’t necessary.”

Even if it would be funny to see Titus looking like some kind of cartoon fisherman.

“As long as you’re comfortable with that,” Titus nodded, flashing a smile at the younger man, his own equally brief, as reassuring as he could make it. Fishing sounded boring, honestly.

But he worked in security, there was a great deal of waiting and patience involved in his work, too. He’d always been good at that, patience, keeping himself occupied mentally with other things as he wiled the time away.

At the other’s laugh he snorted. “Good. Because I have to admit, I’d feel silly in one of those. And well, if you’re rusty we’ll just have to make sure you have the chance to polish some of that rust off, get you back fishing,” he said matter of factly.

“Fine.” Noctis still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of taking part in group self defence class but…he might be able to go through with it if Titus went with him. He hated acting like a clingy child and, well, it wasn’t as if he knew the man well enough to be so comfortable around him just yet, but he’d naturally be more comfortable around him than a stranger. 

It wasn’t as if he was used to having a steady adult influence in his life.

He snorted. Gross but necessary – that was an interesting to describe social interaction, but it made sense to Noctis, at least and he gave a small nod of understanding.

“It’s been a while, but…I used to like fishing.” It was a quiet activity, but it could be social too if he joined a fishing group. It had been years since he’d last fished – before his dad had died – but he’d always enjoyed it. If they had any fishing clubs in the area, that could be something he could give a go.

Titus nodded, and frowned thoughtfully at the mention of fishing. “Do they do that sort of thing in groups?” he asked, curious, sipping his morning coffee as he watched the younger man.

“Even if they don’t. Well, I know nothing about fishing. But maybe you could show me, if it isn’t intruding on your thing. You deserve to have stuff just to yourself, but we can get whatever you need for it,” he nodded again.

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A home school program didn’t actually sound all that bad. It wasn’t the work that he’d been concerned about, after all, it had been the environment. Even if he did get accepted somehow, somebody would find out about his record – somebody always did manage to uncover secrets – and then he’d never fit in.

“That sounds okay,” he said after a while with a small nod of his head. He was pretty smart, so he wouldn’t have too many problems with the curriculum and he’d put the effort in. He’d be able to concentrate on it more now that he didn’t have to watch out for his uncle’s temper and prioritise anything the man told him to do. He’d always gotten angry when he saw Noct was doing homework because he thought it was a waste of time. Noct worked for him and school didn’t exactly prepare you for a life of crime.

He liked the sound of a self defence class too. He had always allowed himself to be pushed around too much because he’d always been afraid of constant beat downs. If he knew how to fight, he’d be able to protect himself.

“Can’t you teach me?” He figured the man must know how in his line of work and…well, Noctis was a little jumpy around people. He didn’t trust them and honestly he wasn’t sure how well he’d cope in a group. He’d tended to keep to himself at school. He’d go, speak to no one and then go home. “What kind of groups? My mental health is fine.”

It wasn’t, but despite slowly warming to the man a little, he was still defensive.

“Good,” Titus nodded, agreeing, setting that idea aside. He hadn’t looked into what a home schooling program would be like, but he could do that tonight, or over the course of the next few days, get something sorted out for Noctis.

At his question, he tilted his head. “I can. But it’ll be best if we drop in on a few classes some friends of mine teach, even if it’s together. It helps if you fight someone your skill level too, and see different approaches. And whatever kind of groups you want, really,” he shrugged, watching the younger man and sighing at that assertion.

“It’s just furniture,” he gave a little shrug. “As long as it’s comfortable, I’m not fussy. Truthfully, most of the stuff in here is a little over the top but…at least it’s not as bad as the Citadel. I mean…the dining room table is huge considering it’s only really dad and me that ever use it.”

Noctis enjoyed much simpler things and while his apartment was expensive and modern, it wasn’t particularly extravagant so it was much more to his tastes.

“Fighting games are always good for two people. They’re competitive too so they’re usually pretty fun. They’re pretty easy to pick up if you haven’t played it before and easy to determine the winner, too.” He told him as he scrolled through the games he had installed on the console. He knew for sure he had a couple of fighting games. “I’m not gonna go easy on you, y’know.”

“I think your standards and mine for comfortable might be a little different, Noctis,” Titus said, gently, smiling warmly at his younger soulmate. His place was comfortable, well lived in, by his standards.

But it wasn’t modern, and while Noctis wasn’t extravagant his things were still rather high quality.

“And fighting games work. Easy for us to measure who wins a round here and there, for our little wager, too,” Titus said, holding his controller as well and relaxing as Noctis scrolled through. He smirked.