“ forgive me if i am not who you were searching for , but my captain is not currently taking visitors . as such , any message to him may instead be passed through me . i am adonis , advisor to il capitano . ”
— voice - over : hello .
NAME — ADONIS DELPHI .
BIRTHDAY — 10/01 .
AFFILIATION — FATUI .
VISION — PYRO .
DELUSION — CRYO .
WEAPON — SWORD .
CONSTELLATION — LUPUS VENATICI .
a strange advisor who dutifully serves il capitano of the fatui harbingers, yet answers to no others. bears the title ‘meneghino’ with a stone - cold heart .
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SINCE HIS ARRIVAL to nod - krai , adonis has felt . . . off . he has felt intrusive — the troops sent along his creator are brash . they are barbaric . they are nothing like the troops his captain commanded , they are nothing like the soldiers he fought alongside .
the puppet walks silently as he approaches the coldest throne , kneeling before her majesty with his head bowed . the mask covering his right eye slips , clattering to the ground — how fitting , for such a conflict of interest he feels .
“ my lady , ”
he begins , voice trembling .
“ . . . i do not . . . wish to occupy nod - krai any longer . not like this . ”
— @lupus-venatici .
Demos hums, a clawed finger tapping the arm of her throne. “Oh? Is this a formal request for a transfer, Adonis?” She asks, tilting her head slightly
“Now what brought about this conflict in you? You know Nod Krai is important in our plans to overthrow the heavens.”
" they have done nothing to require the need of dominion. "
said bluntly - then, softening . he recalls fondly the blue - haired woman who had given him fruits despite the emblem he wore . he recalled the way he was treated so kindly when not in uniform . adonis's eyes close , head remaining bowed as he stared down at the fallen mask .
" they thrive . they do not cause conflict with others . their scions offer gifts even to our own , despite the conflicts caused by them . our troops act with disdain , without honour — without regard for any but their own . these are not the soldiers i recall fighting next to . these are not my captain's men . "
a shaking breath . something about this feels like a revolt — like breaking away the shackles of what he has been taught for so many centuries . perhaps it is not . perhaps it is resignation .
" ... i do not wish to partake in cruelty , even if beneficial to future goals . "
“I understand where you are coming from, dear.” She says and sighs, ears drooping “But sometimes we must be cruel to give this world freedom. Who’s to say they would aid us if we explained our goals or if they would stop us. We cannot take such risks as the eleventh hour grows closer to hand.” She stands up and walks over to him. She crouches beside him, tilting his head up.
“I understand if you wish to leave, your heart has always been on the path of honor. But I cannot guarantee your safety if you leave.”
adonis notices the way her demeanour shifts — to that of sadness . yet she was correct — his path had always been forged with the thought of honour in mind . even through war . even through sorrow .
“ . . . i do not know what i want to do . the fatui is all i have known since creation . yet . . . ”
he could not stand idly by , either . breathing hitched unevenly , bad hand twitching .
“ i do not know if i can agree to this . yet i can’t leave my captain , but — , ”
conflict warred . he felt suffocated — duty over humanity , choice over chains .
SINCE HIS ARRIVAL to nod - krai , adonis has felt . . . off . he has felt intrusive — the troops sent along his creator are brash . they are barbaric . they are nothing like the troops his captain commanded , they are nothing like the soldiers he fought alongside .
the puppet walks silently as he approaches the coldest throne , kneeling before her majesty with his head bowed . the mask covering his right eye slips , clattering to the ground — how fitting , for such a conflict of interest he feels .
“ my lady , ”
he begins , voice trembling .
“ . . . i do not . . . wish to occupy nod - krai any longer . not like this . ”
— @lupus-venatici .
Demos hums, a clawed finger tapping the arm of her throne. “Oh? Is this a formal request for a transfer, Adonis?” She asks, tilting her head slightly
“Now what brought about this conflict in you? You know Nod Krai is important in our plans to overthrow the heavens.”
" they have done nothing to require the need of dominion. "
said bluntly - then, softening . he recalls fondly the blue - haired woman who had given him fruits despite the emblem he wore . he recalled the way he was treated so kindly when not in uniform . adonis's eyes close , head remaining bowed as he stared down at the fallen mask .
" they thrive . they do not cause conflict with others . their scions offer gifts even to our own , despite the conflicts caused by them . our troops act with disdain , without honour — without regard for any but their own . these are not the soldiers i recall fighting next to . these are not my captain's men . "
a shaking breath . something about this feels like a revolt — like breaking away the shackles of what he has been taught for so many centuries . perhaps it is not . perhaps it is resignation .
" ... i do not wish to partake in cruelty , even if beneficial to future goals . "
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a certain blond - haired advisor is quietly seeking out the captain , his hands tucked close to his chest . he seems to be fidgeting anxiously — as though he were hesitant to approach . nevertheless , he seems troubled . the late hour is disregarded easily — there are more pressing matters to attend to .
“ captain ? do you have a moment ? ”
— @lupus-venatici .
Capitano, who had been enjoying some pulla his mother had sent, looks up from his plate and nods.
“Of course, Adonis.”
He sets the pulla down on his plate and stands up. He stretches for a second, loosening sore muscles before walking over to Adonis. He can see how tense Adonis is and it’s putting the Captain a bit on guard.
adonis does not enjoy being so intrusive — the night is meant for stolen moments of privacy where it has become far too sparse . his shoulders seem to slouch under the weight of whatever mental burden has settled upon him .
“ i believe something is wrong with me . ”
he admits , the words feeling clunky and foreign from his lips . he sighed deeply , closing his eyes . the feelings he’d harboured for some time were not unfamiliar — he knew it as affection , felt all sorts of types , but it was wrong , was it not ? to care for a colleague the way he had ?
The Captain frowns, concern in those deep eyes of blue. “Did something happen?” He asks, reaching up. He pauses for a second before lowering his hand.
“Should I call Sandrone?” He knows how Adonis feels about his creator, but if something is wrong with the advisor internally then she would be the most likely one to fix it.
there’s an unnerving way that the puppet goes tense when sandrone is mentioned , though he wasn’t entirely sure something wasn’t internally wrong .
“ . . . i’m having trouble with my own thoughts . i — i find myself worrying far too much for you . or staring for moments too long . there’s a way that you say my name , and it makes me feel as though my own elemental proficiency is burning me from the inside out . but i don’t understand — you’re my captain . surely this isn’t normal , is it ? ”
it can’t be . adonis finds he can’t settle what feels like an unruly tangle of emotion in his chest , and it is something he does not enjoy at all — he was always meant to be cool , collected , perhaps even emotionless . yet here he was , going against that familiar comfort of cold indifference .
“Ah.” The Captain says and clears his throat, glancing to the side. He himself isn’t very good with emotions, despite his best tries.
“I am not sure I know how to help you navigate this.” He admits, reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. It’s times like this when he had Verdandi’s ease with social interactions or Skuld’s way of understanding and her use of words
there’s a moment of silence , where adonis feels a sting of something he can recognize as negative . mentally scolding himself , perhaps it was foolish to bring such matters up . he was a servant , nothing more .
“ . . . apologies . i suppose i just — needed someone to confide in . or that , perhaps , you may have had advice . ”
even though it was his job to be the advisor . perhaps a visit to his creator was in order anyway — if she didn’t have answers , she could at least make changes to ensure . . . less of whatever was plaguing him . because surely it could not be love — he knew well that was far too unprofessional .
a certain blond - haired advisor is quietly seeking out the captain , his hands tucked close to his chest . he seems to be fidgeting anxiously — as though he were hesitant to approach . nevertheless , he seems troubled . the late hour is disregarded easily — there are more pressing matters to attend to .
“ captain ? do you have a moment ? ”
— @lupus-venatici .
Capitano, who had been enjoying some pulla his mother had sent, looks up from his plate and nods.
“Of course, Adonis.”
He sets the pulla down on his plate and stands up. He stretches for a second, loosening sore muscles before walking over to Adonis. He can see how tense Adonis is and it’s putting the Captain a bit on guard.
adonis does not enjoy being so intrusive — the night is meant for stolen moments of privacy where it has become far too sparse . his shoulders seem to slouch under the weight of whatever mental burden has settled upon him .
“ i believe something is wrong with me . ”
he admits , the words feeling clunky and foreign from his lips . he sighed deeply , closing his eyes . the feelings he’d harboured for some time were not unfamiliar — he knew it as affection , felt all sorts of types , but it was wrong , was it not ? to care for a colleague the way he had ?
The Captain frowns, concern in those deep eyes of blue. “Did something happen?” He asks, reaching up. He pauses for a second before lowering his hand.
“Should I call Sandrone?” He knows how Adonis feels about his creator, but if something is wrong with the advisor internally then she would be the most likely one to fix it.
there’s an unnerving way that the puppet goes tense when sandrone is mentioned , though he wasn’t entirely sure something wasn’t internally wrong .
“ . . . i’m having trouble with my own thoughts . i — i find myself worrying far too much for you . or staring for moments too long . there’s a way that you say my name , and it makes me feel as though my own elemental proficiency is burning me from the inside out . but i don’t understand — you’re my captain . surely this isn’t normal , is it ? ”
it can’t be . adonis finds he can’t settle what feels like an unruly tangle of emotion in his chest , and it is something he does not enjoy at all — he was always meant to be cool , collected , perhaps even emotionless . yet here he was , going against that familiar comfort of cold indifference .
a certain blond - haired advisor is quietly seeking out the captain , his hands tucked close to his chest . he seems to be fidgeting anxiously — as though he were hesitant to approach . nevertheless , he seems troubled . the late hour is disregarded easily — there are more pressing matters to attend to .
“ captain ? do you have a moment ? ”
— @lupus-venatici .
Capitano, who had been enjoying some pulla his mother had sent, looks up from his plate and nods.
“Of course, Adonis.”
He sets the pulla down on his plate and stands up. He stretches for a second, loosening sore muscles before walking over to Adonis. He can see how tense Adonis is and it’s putting the Captain a bit on guard.
adonis does not enjoy being so intrusive — the night is meant for stolen moments of privacy where it has become far too sparse . his shoulders seem to slouch under the weight of whatever mental burden has settled upon him .
“ i believe something is wrong with me . ”
he admits , the words feeling clunky and foreign from his lips . he sighed deeply , closing his eyes . the feelings he’d harboured for some time were not unfamiliar — he knew it as affection , felt all sorts of types , but it was wrong , was it not ? to care for a colleague the way he had ?
THE FESTIVITY WAS held in a place that wasn't aligned with a specific group, enabling all kinds of people to attend.
The captain arrived a while ago, attracting eyes of many.
He watched as the place grew more lively and occupied. Couples in large numbers used the pretense of the increasing crowds to dance closer to their partners.
WHILE THE STALLS offered good food, it wasn't appealing to the Fatui Harbinger. He didn't need to eat after all.
Spotting < the reader > there with a few other people, he held out a gloved hand after walking over to the group. The Captain addressed words to the reader, specifically:
adonis himself did not quite understand the reasoning behind such parties and gatherings — in fact , he almost did not enjoy them . but where the captain went , he followed . it had always been as such . head tilting as he listened to the , quite frankly , annoying drivel of party - goers , he almost wished capitano would give some notion of being ready to leave .
he was distantly aware of where the captain was in reference to his own position , though what he didn’t expect was the harbinger to draw closer . he let out a small sigh of relief as the few that were seemingly attempting to talk his ear off scattered , likely under fear of that imposing figure . but to adonis ? it was a blessing in disguise .
he relaxed considerably , turning just as the captain arrived at his side — and yet , as he watched the other extend a hand , he had to pause for a moment to process the words that followed . a knowing smile met his lips , though something in his eyes flickered with a deeper emotion .
“ most would say it’s inappropriate for someone of your rank to ask their advisor to dance , you know . ”
he chided gently , though his tone was light , teasing . his hand still found its way to capitano’s , holding gently onto him .
THEY HAD ATTENDED many of these events, yet the Captain never really took the other out to dance.
Merely observing from afar while he stood tall, it was enough to raise quite a few questions. Did Adonis not like such things? Or perhaps he just didn't feel comfortable indulging to these things while he was around?
If one of these days Capitano would learn the reason behind his distance, why not that night?
THE HARBINGER OBSERVED how Adonis was steadily becoming more popular with the attendees. The fact that the advisor wasn't reciprocating the interest went a bit over his head, going unnoticed.
All that Il Capitano felt was a sting of bitterness.
What was that feeling? He liked to think himself immune to mundane feelings, but all that stirred up thoughts ─── Adonis would rather talk to these people instead of him? They surely seemed happy to be around the advisor. He could see their curious glances cast the other's way, taking in his appearance and basking in the other's own significance.
BUT RATHER SOON, enough was enough, Capitano's chest became heavy as he was intoxicated with jealousy. He'd take Adonis away from that pack of hungry wolves.
‘❛ Would you say it is inappropriate? ❜’ He inquired, expecting to hear what really mattered to him. He didn't care what other's would think, especially at that time. The Captain was just overrun by the notion he needed to whisk the advisor away.
His other free hand found it's way to Adonis waist, pulling him closer as the melody soaked out all other irrelevant noise.
‘❛ I'll take responsibility, should any undesirable trouble arise. But you're free to turn this dance down, if you so wish. ❜’
a small , genuine smile crossed the advisor’s features — one that , for a stark contrast to his usual stone - cold persona , was rather out of character . yet it was a gentle thing , still , the way his gaze softened . opposing hand found the captain’s shoulder , squeezing gently .
he was not an unkind creature , of course — adonis often found himself scrunching his nose when too many snide comments slipped to his ears , or when one was arrogant to the detriment of others .
and yet it was not that adonis was disinterested in indulging himself whilst the captain was present , rather the opposite . the harbinger had been his closest confidant , a friend ; a shoulder to lean on when it all became too much . if truth were to be told , adonis would rather only do as much when it was a private affair .
“ now when did i say that , hm ? ”
adonis asked , softly . perhaps in a tone that was a touch too tender for one of his rank . yet it was a rather astute observation — he did say most , not all — a gentle correction for one he held most dear .
“ no , i do not believe there will be any issue , captain . ”
left foot slid back across marble floors , leading the waltz . the utmost elegance graced his movements , and yet — unease thrummed just beneath the surface .
how much was welcome here ? piercing mismatched eyes graced the shadowy depths of the captain’s helm . there was no expression to read — little body language to gauge a reaction . still . . .
“ and i will not hesitate to put those in their place that argue otherwise . or to silence any unwanted rumours that may surface . for you , captain , i would lay my life at your feet . ”
and it was true . perhaps there was a type of love to be found there — one that adonis did not wish to acknowledge , one that he would brush away as unadulterated devotion . because this was his purpose .
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he is , perhaps , the tsaritsa’s sleepiest soldier . yawning as he emerges from his office , adonis rubs at his eyes carefully . he totally hasn’t been overworking himself .
adonis glances to the captain — then shrugs half - heartedly . it is rare the puppet is without words , yet he soundlessly shuffles over to capitano , leaning against him heavily . a long sigh leaves him , his tense muscles slowly beginning to relax . he just needs to be held for a while .
he nods , slowly . then , his lips part as though to speak — yet a long pause is all that follows . he does not wish to burden the captain , yet . . . no . he knows he must be honest . softly , he speaks ,
“ . . . not as often . just so much work to do . . . ”
he is , perhaps , the tsaritsa’s sleepiest soldier . yawning as he emerges from his office , adonis rubs at his eyes carefully . he totally hasn’t been overworking himself .
adonis glances to the captain — then shrugs half - heartedly . it is rare the puppet is without words , yet he soundlessly shuffles over to capitano , leaning against him heavily . a long sigh leaves him , his tense muscles slowly beginning to relax . he just needs to be held for a while .
he is , perhaps , the tsaritsa’s sleepiest soldier . yawning as he emerges from his office , adonis rubs at his eyes carefully . he totally hasn’t been overworking himself .
After meeting Eivor and getting her blend of herbs, the seeress had convinced Adonis and Thrain to stay the night under the excuses of missing her oldest child and to monitor Adonis to see if she needed to change the herb blend and dosage.
Well early in the morning, Adonis is awoken to a commotion from the kitchen. Rushing towards it he sees Capitano having being pushed away from the dining table by a lady his height with long black hair, a blonde lady with long blonde hair stained purple at the ends hanging from the Captain’s shoulders, and a red haired lady sneakily reaching for a piece of bread on a plate in the center of the table. “Skuld’s trying the snatch the pulla!” The blonde yells and the black haired woman immediately smacks the redhead’s hand.
“Back off, Skuld, you got it last time!” Thrain says, grunting slightly as the blonde hanging off his shoulders pulls herself up onto his back.
@crossroadsglade
adonis doesn’t quite appreciate being woken up so early — yet when there’s shouting , there’s always a chill that runs down his spine . is something wrong ? it sounds like fighting , so he’s bounding from the rather soft bed like a soldier on a mission . years of practice , he supposes , is what sets him off .
because this place is meant to be safely hidden away . yet when he lands at the door to the kitchen , the sight makes him cock his head to the side like a confused puppy . this . . . must be what siblings act like , yes ? but he still feels the need to mediate .
“ what are you lot doing ? ”
he bites , perhaps a touch harshly — as though he were speaking to some trainee soldiers . he clears his throat then , neatly folding one hand behind his back — he’d be the perfect picture of a strict lieutenant , if it weren’t for the nightclothes that were perhaps a bit too big and the bed head .
All four adults free up, Verdandi slowly slipping down from Thrain’s back. “We were doing nothing. You can go back to bed, Adonis.” Capitano says, feeling embarrassed for being caught fighting like a child with his sisters over some sweet bread.
“Oh, Thrain finally brought his rakastaja by to meet mom!” The Blonde says and she rushes over to Adonis before Capitano could stop her, grinning, the bells on her rather revealing outfit ringing slightly. “Hi, I’m Verdandi, it’s nice to finally meet you!”
adonis stifles a yawn , his brow furrowed — his eyes dart to the plate on the table , a silent signal for the captain . go on , grab it . as verdandi bounds in his direction , he nearly takes a step back — she’s close . too close .
he clears his throat , avoiding the way he can recognize the term used to describe him . he and his captain were not lovers , never had been — yet he isn’t exactly against the idea , either .
“ a pleasure , though i do prefer my mornings without the shouting over — what , sweet bread ? surely it is not such a finite resource that you must fight over it like wild dogs . ”
feisty . very feisty . it seems he’s slipping back into his instructor facade all too easily — though he’s sure the captain doesn’t mind .
“ therefore you will settle , and you will let other people in this household rest . is that clear ? ”
Verdandi laughs, the sound free and sweet. “My my, you sound like our mom scolding us.” She hums. At Adonis’s silent signal, Capitano dives at the table, grabbing the pulls as Urd and Skuld yell in both shock and anger. He rolls away before Skuld could jump on him and rushes away from Urd. Verdandi jumps out of the way as Capitano rushes by, picking up Adonis as if the puppet was a sack of flour. Urd lets out some curses in Khaenri’ah’s language, running after her older brother. Well looks like there won’t be any rest just yet.
adonis yelps as he’s so suddenly and brazenly lifted , hands finding purchase on the harbinger’s back with a quiet laugh . his keen eyes watch as the pair give chase , glancing over his shoulder at thrain .
“ good enough cover to get your snack , captain ? ”
he asks slyly , a smug grin coming to his features . there’s something distinctly both affectionate and thrilling about being carried off like this — like he was worth protecting to the captain .
though , he did expect to have at least a small share of the treat . he did play a part , after all .
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After meeting Eivor and getting her blend of herbs, the seeress had convinced Adonis and Thrain to stay the night under the excuses of missing her oldest child and to monitor Adonis to see if she needed to change the herb blend and dosage.
Well early in the morning, Adonis is awoken to a commotion from the kitchen. Rushing towards it he sees Capitano having being pushed away from the dining table by a lady his height with long black hair, a blonde lady with long blonde hair stained purple at the ends hanging from the Captain’s shoulders, and a red haired lady sneakily reaching for a piece of bread on a plate in the center of the table. “Skuld’s trying the snatch the pulla!” The blonde yells and the black haired woman immediately smacks the redhead’s hand.
“Back off, Skuld, you got it last time!” Thrain says, grunting slightly as the blonde hanging off his shoulders pulls herself up onto his back.
@crossroadsglade
adonis doesn’t quite appreciate being woken up so early — yet when there’s shouting , there’s always a chill that runs down his spine . is something wrong ? it sounds like fighting , so he’s bounding from the rather soft bed like a soldier on a mission . years of practice , he supposes , is what sets him off .
because this place is meant to be safely hidden away . yet when he lands at the door to the kitchen , the sight makes him cock his head to the side like a confused puppy . this . . . must be what siblings act like , yes ? but he still feels the need to mediate .
“ what are you lot doing ? ”
he bites , perhaps a touch harshly — as though he were speaking to some trainee soldiers . he clears his throat then , neatly folding one hand behind his back — he’d be the perfect picture of a strict lieutenant , if it weren’t for the nightclothes that were perhaps a bit too big and the bed head .
All four adults free up, Verdandi slowly slipping down from Thrain’s back. “We were doing nothing. You can go back to bed, Adonis.” Capitano says, feeling embarrassed for being caught fighting like a child with his sisters over some sweet bread.
“Oh, Thrain finally brought his rakastaja by to meet mom!” The Blonde says and she rushes over to Adonis before Capitano could stop her, grinning, the bells on her rather revealing outfit ringing slightly. “Hi, I’m Verdandi, it’s nice to finally meet you!”
adonis stifles a yawn , his brow furrowed — his eyes dart to the plate on the table , a silent signal for the captain . go on , grab it . as verdandi bounds in his direction , he nearly takes a step back — she’s close . too close .
he clears his throat , avoiding the way he can recognize the term used to describe him . he and his captain were not lovers , never had been — yet he isn’t exactly against the idea , either .
“ a pleasure , though i do prefer my mornings without the shouting over — what , sweet bread ? surely it is not such a finite resource that you must fight over it like wild dogs . ”
feisty . very feisty . it seems he’s slipping back into his instructor facade all too easily — though he’s sure the captain doesn’t mind .
“ therefore you will settle , and you will let other people in this household rest . is that clear ? ”
After meeting Eivor and getting her blend of herbs, the seeress had convinced Adonis and Thrain to stay the night under the excuses of missing her oldest child and to monitor Adonis to see if she needed to change the herb blend and dosage.
Well early in the morning, Adonis is awoken to a commotion from the kitchen. Rushing towards it he sees Capitano having being pushed away from the dining table by a lady his height with long black hair, a blonde lady with long blonde hair stained purple at the ends hanging from the Captain’s shoulders, and a red haired lady sneakily reaching for a piece of bread on a plate in the center of the table. “Skuld’s trying the snatch the pulla!” The blonde yells and the black haired woman immediately smacks the redhead’s hand.
“Back off, Skuld, you got it last time!” Thrain says, grunting slightly as the blonde hanging off his shoulders pulls herself up onto his back.
@crossroadsglade
adonis doesn’t quite appreciate being woken up so early — yet when there’s shouting , there’s always a chill that runs down his spine . is something wrong ? it sounds like fighting , so he’s bounding from the rather soft bed like a soldier on a mission . years of practice , he supposes , is what sets him off .
because this place is meant to be safely hidden away . yet when he lands at the door to the kitchen , the sight makes him cock his head to the side like a confused puppy . this . . . must be what siblings act like , yes ? but he still feels the need to mediate .
“ what are you lot doing ? ”
he bites , perhaps a touch harshly — as though he were speaking to some trainee soldiers . he clears his throat then , neatly folding one hand behind his back — he’d be the perfect picture of a strict lieutenant , if it weren’t for the nightclothes that were perhaps a bit too big and the bed head .
