More than vows (moved to expiredchances)

The Snake God of Time

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Fandomless OC Roleplay blog

The character is half deity / half human - A fusion between a fragment of the time god, and a human who is an expert at runic crafting

Original Lore. Able to, and willing to blend with other’s lore

Mutual Only

18+ Only

Semi Selective

Multiship in separate verses

Medieval fantasy based but modern options are available

I'm just rewriting a few things, bc I've changed my mind again, for like the 100th time 🤪

The reason is because I went on a mental health break due to a lot going on, and then I've changed jobs so it's delayed everything.

I was planning on remaking my bio, and changing my icon style a little, but I think I'll just redo the bio, get the new blog up, and then icons + the oc I wanna bring in can be done after Sevren is back up and running

Since I am terribly undecided on which oc I wanna bring back anyway, and Sevren has like 900+ icons to change

it's going to be one of the three ocs listed on an old blog of mine here, I just- am really struggling with which one haha

In the meantime, if anyone wants to do some small stuff on discord I'm up for it! With any of those ocs or Sevren really

I think I’m going to remake. I need a fresh start. That’s probably what’s stopping me getting active again. It’s not the only thing, I’m hurting deeply for a few reasons at the moment, but remaking will hopefully help there as well.

It’s going to take a while; I have some irl stuff happening as well-- But it is going to be a project to work on. I’ll come back when it’s finished and I’m ready.

I’m not dropping any threads, but I will be focusing on my remake for a while. Sevren will likely undergo changes, but I don’t believe it will change much in my current threads. I’m also hoping to make some side blogs for a few other ocs which I am revamping, but one thing at a time.

I’ll also might be moving to a new discord, and I’ll post it on here when that’s done as well. But before all that, I’m going to be offline for a while longer, I need time to heal.

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Tightening of the hand, it didn’t go unnoticed. Thoughts circling within, wondering. Steps being taken in silence between the both of them, Jack would glance every so often to check on Sevren—keeping note of his well-being. If he were to ever notice this, Jack would give a soft smile in turn. 

Once entering the hide-out, Jack caught the moment Sevren starting to form words. A hesitant question, one built on unease and confusion. A nervous anxiety… One that meant facing an outcome most unexpected. At least, from what Jack understood when it came to this moment. 

Setting aside the supplies, Jack faces Sevren with that same smile he held—one that conveyed more than just a little sympathy. It held a trait of empathy. 

“… Because I see myself in you, and not just any sort of myself. I see the good. You are not someone that would hurt anyone just because you could. From what I saw out there… you held out until the very last moment. If you really wanted to cause harm, you would have done it way sooner than you did.” 

A slow shrug, eyes averting to the side to once more glance at the supplies that he put down, “I have no reason to fear you. Sure, anyone could be afraid of what you could do… I understand those thoughts.” 

But why should he be afraid when he knows Sevren isn’t that way? Jack looks back to the other, taking a step forward to place a hand on the shoulder. Gazing at Sevren and tilting his head slightly to carefully observe this new appearance. 

“Even if you don’t see yourself as human, even if everyone around us distrusts you and calls you something you are not… You are Sevren. Someone who is loyal, stubborn, a pain in the ass—but overall—someone I see as a friend. And just for that reason, you are more human than those that call you anything but.” 

A low chuckle, almost as if he had become amused, “And, I suppose from that logic, those people can say I’m anything but human too. But I never cared to be anything like them, so it doesn’t matter to me.” 

Though their steps would be silent, the peace was welcomed as they travelled here. Sevren needed the quiet to try and focus himself, and prevent further issues from arising. It also allowed him time to remember his circumstances.

Those words, Jack sees himself in all this too? This correct deduction of the situation, it held a pleasant familiarity. Worn, beaten, but the snake only tried to escape their blows-- Until it was too late.

Sevren knows that, but the memory is blurred once he was pushed too far.

As brave as Sevren feels Jack is, this is still a shock to him. From what little he can recall, his powers of time were on full display-- Likely twisting what was around him. He can easily assume what happened to those attacking him as well.

To not only approach him after, but also lead him here, claim that he sees the good... He almost feels like he's still in the grasp of his magic's insanity. But if that was the case, he wouldn't be able to restrain it like before.

And the name of his friend would still be lost on him.

"Then... why did you bring me here, knowing what I can do now?"

He's afraid. Not of Jack, but of himself. Being so close to his friend, within his his home, while so unstable. What if his power once again flows out of control while here?

He'd never forgive himself.

The thoughts raced his already strained mind, causing a golden glow to emit itself in his gaze. But his forming panic was eased once a hand was place on his shoulder.

He's soon reminded that he likely doesn't look human anymore either-- The snake took a glance at his hand to confirm it. It's left him speechless, a rare matter for someone like Sevren. Seeing the destruction he caused, his appearance changing like this... And only offering kindness, understanding.

It's enough for more tears to form, quickly falling down his features.

"I... truly have... lost my mind," he whimpered. "How embarrassing."

Sevren took a moment to rub his face, frustrated with himself as he let out a small hiss.

"I've lost... this little game of ours, my friend.

He's truly beaten me in every way.... But I'm fine with that.

"Jack."

Even with his own amusement and disbelief, Sevren had enough conviction with what he was saying to sway the prince into actually trusting his theory. Or at the very least, accepting that Sevren believed in what he was saying.

Hibiya opened the door to the cafe he spoke of earlier, allowing the other to take a look over the menu hanging on the wall before distracting him again.

“So how did this weird use of herbalism get introduced to someone that’s training to be a butler? Why not focus on that as a career?”

At this point, Sevren wouldn't be surprised if Hibiya had simply written him off as insane, and was just going along with his ramblings... He's fine with the idea.

As long as he’s being listened to, which is what he always wanted from Hibiya. 

Sevren takes a moment to look over the menu, one standard for a café, but items he enjoyed. The most important being the pieces of cake they offered. 

“So you’re fine with getting coffee, and cake from here? It does look like a more fancy place. I bet the food is nice.”

Looking around, Sevren nodded. He could agree with this peaceful atmosphere

Hm?

"Oh, you don't think it's useful as a butler? Being able to brew a range of healthy drinks for you is an important task."

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“Suuuure, you can only fool me so much with what ya got goin’ for ya.” 

An obvious tease to his words, Jack chuckles at the sputtered response. How amusing, though, it seems it becomes short-lived the moment Sevren pokes back—aiming at the appearance and quality of his precious space. 

Jack held no hesitation to stick his own tongue out back at the other, more accompanied by a glare due to the topic at hand, “As if you speak for me. Watch your mouth before I kick ya out the door with no desserts.” Like that would provoke much, but it wasn’t below Jack to smack that across Sevren’s face if need be. 

Nor was it below Jack to accept any compliments after a so-called ‘injury’, treating it more as if those words instantly boosted his ego. Which wouldn’t be too far from the truth. 

“Glad ya noticed, really. Wouldn’t want you to think that I’m all bronze and no brains, that’d be funny—but that tactic would get boring after a few short runs.” 

Noting how Sevren complimented his room, Jack gives the other a cocked brow and a slight inquisitive frown… More so to put Sevren on edge by his reaction rather than to be genuinely upset by it. Sure, this is his personal room, one that he chooses to live and spend his time in whenever need be… yet, it would be unreasonable to think that someone wouldn’t find it off. 

After all, he’s seen other rooms, and they could never compare to his own. Unless… well, those reasons will be untouched. 

For now, he puts his attention elsewhere. 

“Oh, don’t mind them. Sure, you may have to get to know them personally—but they won’t bite. C’mon, I’ll lead ya to the kitchen.” 

With ease, Jack steps beside Sevren and, without another thought, places a hand on his waist and moves an arm to where it is placed around Jack’s shoulder. This is to prevent weight from being placed in areas that could potentially trigger pain to an injury. If Sevren protested, it will be ignored. 

Opening the door to his room, Jack leads Sevren though—allowing him to see further into the hide-out. It is messy, that is for sure. Empty liquor bottles, some cigarettes laid about on the floor and tables. And some furniture looked like they had been subject to anger management… thanks to the slashing and stuffing sticking from odds and ends.  

Once into the kitchen, Jack allows Sevren to be free—to lean against a counter or nearby chair, to open the fridge to showcase many types of snacks and drinks. Some were obvious leftovers from Jack’s main pick, Tom’s Burgers, as greasy labeled paper bags were stuffed in random places throughout the many choices. 

“We got, ugh…” Jack frowns as he recognized one of the choices immediately, “… Pizza…”  A look of disgust for a moment before it disappears as he became distracted with the other options, “We do have sweets I think ya might like! We got regular cupcakes, but I think we still have some ice-cream cupcakes that Lucas wanted to get a while ago, if ya wanna try that.” 

Sevren is quick to note Jack’s protectiveness of his space. That glare did say it all, not that it will stop him. The snake planned to use the information to tease Jack in the future—Though he’s quickly distracted from that train of thought by the harsh threat made.

“No… desserts…”

“How could you say such a thing? To someone wounded?!”

If the place being a little messy makes Jack happy… He’ll tolerate it for now. But the threat wasn't needed, and Sevren doesn’t plan to just leave it be. Once he’s feeling up for it, he’ll be sure to come and give the place a little tidy up, without asking permission.

... He wants desserts before that.

“All bronze and no brains? My friend, I have never seen you as that simple.”

“You provide much too much entertainment, and company. While I do not doubt your combat abilities; I don’t plan on testing them either.”

Even if tormenting jack is still on the cards.

His room. Sevren meant what he said; yes the location was strange, but it was well suited for Jack, he thought. He found the fact he was welcomed in here to rest, quite comforting. Like he was trusted.

Sevren's heart may be missing, but it was still warmed by it all. He noticed he was no longer tense, like he could relax here. A rare feeling away from his own home.

"Heh."

“I don’t expect they will bite me. By your words, I assume they will not mind a stranger inside their little secret base.”

One walking around in a blanket, and stealing their food, even.

But as Sevren thought more on the possible strangers lurking, he was soon tugged up. Once again, he’s taken back by the sudden action of concern. As he was about to voice protest, he stopped. Partly because he was still trying to understand the situation, and partly because he didn’t think it would stop Jack anyway.

And he’s certainly not physically strong enough to argue either. All he can do is take a blanket with him, for protection.

After that, the snake is too distraught at the state of the furnishings, and the mess left about. The scent of lingering alcohol, seemingly common. He doesn’t want to end up like that furniture, either, should he misbehave. He’s once again fighting the urge to clean this place up, and finding himself wondering about Jack's well being, while staying here.

At least he knows how he can return the favour later.

Forced into the kitchen, Sevren pouted as he leaned onto a counter, still wrapped in a blanket. He's quick to examine the location, to see what state it is also in.

"Not someone who enjoys pizza, hm?"

Sevren is neutral on it, and he's also swiftly distracted by the much better choice offered to him-- The snake's eyes lighting up with joy at the thought.

             Her mind is slowly filled with incessant buzzing, making it that much harder to focus on his words— it would be more accurate to say she registered his voice more than what the low and drawn out tones formed.

             Scarlet orbs dip from view behind lids as she tries to focus on winning a losing battle. Fear. She doesn’t suppose she’s felt true fear for a long time, but she’s now got certainty settled into the deep of her bones that they’ve already been connected in some way from the past.

“ I can’t think. ”

             A frustrated, almost strangled noise spills from her throat with the slurred admittance. She can hear him just fine, but it’s like trying to pin down a singular blade of grass on a windy day to make any real sense of his words. She knows they’re in his house, sat at his dining table… and yet she’s also in a hundred different places at once.

“ Stubborn. ”

            Finally does she relinquish what self control she still has in this situation, carefully angling his head away from her and revealing the vulnerable skin she sought after. A miracle that she’s still able to pause for a heartbeat before dipping her head down to sink fangs into his skin, instantly renewing the dulcet flavor fading from her tongue.

            Idly does her thumb caress his hair, though the mock comfort lasts for only a moment before it stills— she can’t focus on anything but the mind-numbing memories that she knows aren’t her own.

            The exact moment she stops feeling the shallow rise and fall of his chest she doesn’t know. Only vaguely does she even recognize that he slumps over the table almost as quickly as her own crumples, trying in vain to grip his chair or the edge of the table for support.

             Something was wrong. Even beyond images of what could only be some of Sevren’s memories, something that wasn’t supposed to happen— was.

             Burning. It feels as if her very blood is burning, accompanied by a deep ache that stems from beyond her eye. This was similar to how it felt when she’d first touched the noir’s blood… only several times worse.

“ Sev— Sevren… ”

             Memories flash, this time it seems her own. Something in her splinters— the seal. Who was screaming in pain?

             Overwhelmed and aching in such an unfamiliar way, the edges of her blurred vision darken just as she manages to pull herself to slump against the snake’s chair. They were both in for a rude awakening.

"It's cruel, isn't it?"

It's not a pleasant experience for either of them. Yet one needed, for answers. He speaks knowing this, and that she likely can no longer hear him. Words are also becoming difficult for him, the loss of blood proving a quick losing battle to keep himself awake.

All while she was getting a look into not only her own memories, but his. Different worlds to this one, people lost. The shadow of a large serpent, ever echoing in the distance of them all. Two people, bound together by the power of a book. He’s a fusion, its’ a secret he strictly keeps.

Eventually, Sevren’s life left him.

The darkness was a familiar friend at this point, he experiences it only briefly, before his ability brings him back. Time, rewound, as if it had never happened.

Wounds, on both his neck, and arms, healed up. The blood he lost, restored in mere seconds. Sevren has become too used to dying, it's a risk that even he himself knows, but it's difficult to push away such recklessness when he doesn't have a life to lose.

Grumbling, he pushed himself up from the table. Runic markings lighting up, as if his home was concerned for his well being.

"I’m fine.." is all he said at first.

Within moments, he felt the scales retract, his focus returning as the strain upon his body left. Good as new.

But his has another concern. The snake is desperately trying to sense it. That familiar longing of something that belongs to him. An object which is part of him.

Why here? Why... her.

And how? He doesn't remember how his heart went missing. But this feeling... What she held wasn't all of his lost heart. Only a piece, which meant.

His heart was broken.

He did not expect this answer, only a desire to discover the effects of his blood. He has been looking for his heart for thousands of years, the item could have been in any timeline, any location...

But part of it was here, with her.

"Hey..."

He looked over to her, noting that she was still alive, at least, even if slumped over next to him. Once again, he can feel the push of scales returning to skin, but this time, he holds it back-- Human appearance quickly returning. 

Keep it together.

"What did you see?"