STAINED PAST(HIATUS)

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Oh! So that's how they're playing it, dirty. He can certainly give them dirty, ruining any childhood memory they hold close of these characters. Don't blame him for your own mistakes. ❝ Hmm. ❞ Index and thumb rub against the hair on his chin, feigning deep thoughts. ❝ Do I go with a probable power sub, a huge mouth that can not only provide me with a perfect french kiss but the perfect b-job after. Or- ❞ A hum in thought, fingers tapping against his lips, a fake anticipation in the way he smiles and his eyes glint. ❝ Do I go with bigger is better? Soft fur that could warm my whole body in our embrace as if the kiss alone would not suffice to spark the heat? ❞ He could go on into more details, disgustingly specific, but he will give them a chance to regret.

WHAT IS YOUR TRUE ROLE IN THE STORY?

THE ANTIHERO

ah yes, hello edge lord. it is lovely to see you again. you my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. you my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. you follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. and you can meander along them wonderfully. you strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. people tend to see you as strange. sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." and might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. you wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? you are brave, but you are lonely. you know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. you are not a villian, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. but nevertheless you are no hero either. you put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. you long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. but for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. it's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. you say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. you wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. please little wolf, accept you are lovable. you are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.

It's about him and his son Stephanos, and how he watched him die twice, once bringing them back and admitting he was wrong to do it, and the second when he had to let his son go // x

If it's gonna get violent tonight

( it will look like the end of the world when it does, the rivers will still, the seasons will be none but a long winter, the sun will shy away for a while, the land where his tears are shed onto will bear no life anymore, the heavens and hell will shake, disasters will spread, death will shape the world as if the reaper has walked all over the earth, a threat of the world to end for he has no world without them ) 

Tell me you're gonna be alright

( his eternal fear of anything bad happening to his only son, to lose them to destiny’s cruelty, be snatched away from within his warm embrace just like that ) 

I'm losing my mind Don't leave me behind We need a bit more time 'Cause I don't want the world to turn without you And I don't want the sun to burn without you Yeah, I don't want the world to turn without you And I don't want the sun to burn without you

( he is literally losing his mind as he holds his son’s limp and lifeless body in his arms, a one that used to radiate with warmth, their laughter filling the air around, now utterly silent , bloodied and dirtied; no, he can’t just let them leave him like this, slip away from within his grasp like sand, he wants more time with them, please— he needs them.. he wants to live nothing without them ) 

You don't have to be the brave one every time I know you wanna make it right

( this time it is his son’s words, assuring him that he doesn’t need to carry the weight of everything alone, the burdens of eternity; they are there for him, they will carry his weight along if they must, he can rest for once, and he can let go of their weight too, of the weight of being unable to let them go ) 

I'm losing my mind Don't leave me behind We need a bit more time Can you hear my cry? An old lullaby Drifting through the sky 'Cause I don't want the world to turn without you And I don't want the sun to burn without you

( again, he is at the verge of losing his son, but this time, he doesn’t get to reverse it, he doesn’t get to bury his fangs into their skin and feed them his blood, bury them in the same ground they died on like the first time, wait for them to rise from the dead, no; this time, he has to watch them take their last breath, to listen to their last wishes, and for that, he screams to the skies above, he tears, maybe cries, and oh how his agony destroys the world in its presence )

So won't you Hold me now Hold me like I never did anything to hurt you Don't let go Give me another minute to lay here in your echo

( it is his son’s final moments, and those are spoken by son and father, both wanting nothing more than to spend a few more minutes in the embrace of each other, never letting go, listening to a ragged breath of a son, to a pained silence of a father trying to stay strong until they take their last breath, and they let go, and he lets go )

I don't wanna live a life without you I will watch the world burn without you

( for there is no life without them, there is only survival, and for who? for them, a promise he dares not break even in their absence ) 

To someone, I'm just an enemy To others, I'm all they really need In the background, I'm a mystery All of my friends think I'm ordinary But if you're in need, you can call on me Go in my disguise, and I'll save your life

Wish I could just tell you my identity If you don't feel safe, you better call my name When you're in need, I'll be there

still have 3 eps to watch but seeing how daniel is trying to get a reaction from l.estat and eventually getting nothing on cam, i could only imagine if they were doing that to emrys, oooh boy; if they try to rage bait him with the mention of his family(even worse if specifying wife and son), they’re gonna get more than what they want, and not in a good way; they will be in pieces, quite literally.

emrys’s RAGE is one of his worst traits, yet the strongest; he loses composure and destroys the shit out of either everything, most things, or the source. when his family died, he made hell and heavens shake, seasons to halt for only winter to be present all year long, disasters to occur, famish to spread, death to concur and more and more! so you can only imagine the lengths he would go if you purposefully use his family so lowly. yes, you will get him angry, but trust me, it’s not something you want! 

'Cause in your hands I become a believer, I...

Don't have to hide away my ugly side

'Cause I become such a beautiful creature in your eyes