𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑

𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙴𝙽𝚃 - a selective & mutually exclusive hancock " dafydd gam " de clermont from deborah harkness's all souls trilogy. founded in the books with a metric ton of canon divergence. fueled by headcanons and determination. slow activity. 21+ due to mature themes. pre-established plots / connections heavily encouraged. probably iconless. loved by luca ( 25+ , she / they ). 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 - @formidablefire ( aka his wife )

𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽 - what it means to rebel, friendship in immortality, never knowing when to pick your battles, the sound of loudness, and protecting those you love.

ㅤㅤㅤ󠀠󠀠𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴: there is not a lot of canon information about the character. he is based in history but development on his blog treats him as an original character. follows back from liminahl.

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there had been a very distinct change in his best friend, gallowglass, when diana plopped into their loves back in 1590. quite literally plopped, actually, considering the whole time-weaving thing. but, his viking counterpart pulled away after she left. he'd taken to silence and secrets. he'd taken to leaving hancock out where once they shared literally every aspect of their lives. part of it for necessity and part of it...well, only the gods really knew why.

maybe it was inevitable that someone else filled that void. although,void felt like an incredibly insincere term. hancock found himself reaching out to stasia more and more since she was one of very few people who seemed to get gallowglass to get out of whatever shell he'd been stuffed into.

" fuck's sake, " a hand combs through reddish curls just before a heavy sigh heaved out of lungs that needed no air. " no, 'course not. never did give a shite about what the big ol' giant went off to do, anyway. " though sarcasm dripped from every word, he hoped stasia read far enough between the lines to understand they were prompted by frustration and not by anything she'd done.

lights sparkled right before his eyes as if the very heavens chose to highlight the way sun glinted off her cheeks. fire seeped through her very veins and the tone of her question fell on his ears somewhere between frustrated and accusatory. but there, just there, was a hint of softness that always gave him a glimmer of hope. hope that one day, some day, lizzie would see his love for what it truly was.

neverending.

" oh, darlin', " every inch of him softens with the pure love that lifted him up. the corners of his lips turn up and hancock could feel the top of a fang press against skin.

she fought him, tooth and nail, every step of the way. every time hancock held out a hand he swatted it away. every compliment was turned down to the ground like an overdone turkey. on more than one occasion, his maker gently chided him and told him to back off. that his advances were clearly unwanted and that he was better off looking elsewhere.

only, hancock didn't want to.

if, at any point, lizzie told him to stop, hancock would do so instantly. he genuinely did not want to cast his attention somewhere it was not wanted. and, yet, the beautiful angel had never told him as much. all she'd done was roll her eyes and call him the most gloriously creative names.

even as he stood in her shadow, delighted that her gaze was upon him once more, lizzie didn't send him away. her question struck him as something closer to confused; as if she didn't understand why he acted as he did when they were around each other.

just because something seems impossible doesn't make it untrue