#calder.

Ooh fun question, anon! 📚

VALENS would roll their eyes. At first, they would make little snide remarks like, “You do realize they do not exist, yes?” but once they see you truly have a crush on that character, they would never let it go. The next time you landed yourself in trouble, Valens would appear at your side with a wry smirk, drawling “And where is your beloved now?", waiting for you to plead with them before stepping in to help out.

For CALDER, it would depend less on who the fictional character was and more on what exactly MC sees in them. He would ask a few mild questions here and there, smiling as though he were merely indulging your enthusiasm. A valiant hero would earn approving nods; a charming villain or tormented antihero would interest him far more. “And what, precisely, do you find forgivable in them?” he would ask, with an intensity that feels strangely personal.

SIBYL would secretly acquire the book and read the entire thing in one night, partly out of curiosity and partly because they desperately want to understand what makes this fictional person so special to you. They would begin unconsciously borrowing little habits from the character— how they speak, how they dress, perhaps even recreate a scene for you, all in hopes of getting you to like them more.

ERIS would regard it as an act of insolence. They would have the book silently disposed of and replaced with several lavishly bound volumes chronicling the royal bloodline, every chapter concerning Eris conspicuously marked. One volume would even bear a hauntingly beautiful portrait of them on its cover. If confronted, they would scarcely glance up. “I merely ensured you have better things to occupy your imagination.”

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VALENS would have a hard time looking at them at first, despite the guilt gnawing at them for it. Besides disliking their own eyes for various reasons, Valens is actually a carbon copy of their own mother; someone they only hold resentment towards. And funnily enough, this would lead to them being almost glad that their child prefers MC over them.

On the other hand, CALDER wouldn't mind at all if his children shared his features— in fact, he'd treat it like the world giving him a second chance at his own childhood. If the kids monopolized MC's affection, he wouldn't fight it at all. He would defect to their side and help them scheme.

SIBYL would be the first to point out the tiny ways the child is yours instead— from small mannerisms they pick up from you, to the subtler hints of you that would elude anyone's eyes except theirs. At first, Sibyl may feel saddened at being the less favored parent, but they wouldn't give up easily. They'd keep trying to win them over.

As we well know, ERIS would be delighted if their child resembled their likeness, and they'd be insufferably smug about it. They would see the child's rivalrous spirit as just another aspect that mirrors their own traits. Out of principle, they would compete for MC. They have never once let anyone win, and they are not starting with their own heir.

It really felt like they were trying to pull off a 'break their heart to save them' with MC. To bad my MC is stubborn and kind but with a sharp mind and sharp tongue. She refuses to just give up trying to reach out to them.

....im reading scenarios earlier from your blog and realizing Calder is much more interesting than I thought he'd be

THANK YOU AND WE'RE SO SORRY WE HAD TO PUT YOUR SWEET MC THROUGH THAT 😭😭 Alas, a quick wit and iron will can definitely help on the (...long) path to reconciliation, so don't give up! Given that Valens was there from the start, the story with Calder has definitely only barely scratched the surface in the demo as of now; we promise he is much more... multifaceted than he has let on thus far, let's put it that way. 👀 Thank you for playing!

ROs APPEARANCES 

VALENS ; the neighbor (m/f)—

Standing at approximately 178cm (5’10), Valens’ has a face carved in ice— sharp angles and pale shadows. Their complexion is a porcelain with cool undertones, pallid to the point of appearing bloodless. Raven-black hair so dark it glimmers blue beneath daylight frames their haunting features. Near lifeless, stormy grey eyes rest beneath straight brows, ghosted by bruised skin that whispers of sleepless nights. Their high cheekbones, sharp jaw and defined collarbones cast valleys of shadow. Their frame is slender, almost fragile, yet they move with an eerie sharpness, every step calculated, every gesture precise— like a blade sheathed in silk. An unsettling kind of beauty. Their long fingers often trace the faint scar on their right cheek when lost in thought, and an onyx ring set in sterling decorates their ring finger. There's something untouchable about them, as though they exist just beyond reach.

CALDER; the knight (m)—

To echo the sentiments of those who have seen him, Calder looks to be taken straight out of a fairytale book. His halo of platinum blonde hair is faintly wavy, catching light like spun gold thread, complimenting his glacial blue eyes. His symmetrical, sculpted features made him reminiscent of a marble statue— too perfect to seem entirely real. Standing at a towering 191cm (6’3), his frame is broad-shouldered and lithe, tempered by discipline. He moves with the kind of elegance that doesn’t ask for attention but commands it regardless. Even at rest, he holds himself like someone who bears the weight of others’ hope. Impossibly steady. His lips that curve with practiced grace are marked by a single dimple on the right cheek that lingers longer than his warmth ever does.

SIBYL ; the companion (m/f/nb)—

Sibyl's very presence feels dreamy and delicate, like a living portrait half-wrapped in prophecy. They’re hard to place at first glance, with golden-brown skin that catches light like polished amber, and long, black ringlets that fall in tight spirals around a gentle face. 169cm (5'6) in stature and a lithe frame, there’s an almost fragile air to them, as if they’re halfway between a dream and waking. Their eyes, one warm brown, the left clouded gold— blind— are round and liquid, framed by dark lashes and perpetually on the verge of knowing something you don’t. There’s a serenity to their easy smile, but it’s the kind that follows mourning.

ERIS ; the crown (m/f)—

Eris is 184cm (6'0) in height, every inch draped in calculated poise and veiled menace. Their warm ivory skin bears an olive tint, unblemished, made to be admired— never touched. Tousled chestnut hair falls in effortless waves, its softness a striking contrast to the sharpness of their features and fox-like hazel eyes that seem to look right through you. Their presence presses on the air like a storm before lightning— electric, predatory, impossible to ignore. Their refined build is always draped in embroidered robes, furs slung carelessly over one shoulder, gold and gemstones crowning their every gesture. There is a reason no one meets their eyes for too long. It is not reverence, but fear.

Anon, you're in enemy territory 👀 The ranking would be as follows:

ERIS — The 'if I can't have you, then no one can' type. They'd rather lock you away in a tower than let you out of their grasp. Literally. If you're possessive, they’ll push you, perhaps mention another’s name just to see your reaction. They want to see your control slip. They want to know you burn for them.

VALENS — Jealousy eats them alive if they're given enough suspicion that your thoughts might be elsewhere. One step too far, and you're dead to them. They spiral easily but won't show it until they explode. If you're openly possessive, they'll become more guarded but secretly relish in it, feeling relieved.

CALDER — Jealousy isn't natural to him. He’s been taught to let things go. To serve, not to want. But you'll feel his piercing eyes follow you from afar. He doesn't know how to handle jealousy toward him though, other than following you around more diligently so you'd have ease of mind.

SIBYL — Their jealousy doesn’t coil like rage, it wilts like mourning. They'll speak less, smile gently, swallow their own feelings until they feel sick. If you're possessive, they're ready to relinquish all autonomy just to remain by your side.

To the anons who yearn for the angst like we do, thank you...

The moment your hand flies toward them, VALENS doesn't flinch— they catch your wrist. An instinct, a reflex, years of violence stitched into their muscles like second nature. But when they see your eyes— wide, glazed with terror, not recognition— their grip slackens. “It’s me,” they say, low and flat. They don't take it personally, they've done the same. Worse even. They don’t try to touch you again, at least not yet. They just stay there, crouched beside your bed, watching over you.

You strike out— shoving, panicked, not fully awake— and CALDER takes every hit without a sound. His hands raise and he stays still, just waiting until your eyes find his and focus— until you realize. Only then does he kneel again, slower this time, not quite touching. “You’re safe,” he murmurs. “It was just a dream.” He stays up with you after, if you want. Guarding the door like whatever haunted you might try again

The swing of your arm knocks their hand away—and SIBYL draws back sharply. Not from pain, but from surprise. Then they see your face: the panic, the tears. And the guilt rushes in before your breath even steadies. But they're already beside you again, gentle and unsure. “I shouldn’t have touched you. That was my fault.” They place something warm in your hands—a cup, a cloth, whatever they could find. Their fingers brush yours. Then, quieter: “I won’t leave, if that’s okay...”

The moment you lash out, ERIS catches your arm in a steel grip. Effortlessly, like snatching a falling glass. They watch the fear and the confusion all play out in your face like a theatrical piece. The way you recoil from their touch, and the way your pupils shake. But they don't let go, only tighten. Their expression doesn’t change, but their voice loses its usual edge once they see the look of recognition returns to your gaze. When your breathing evens out, they lean forward, elbows on knees, voice almost a whisper: “Next time, let it be me who haunts you.”

How would the ROs react if MC had to choose between them or their mission—they can't have both, either one or the other—and MC bows their head, unable to meet the RO's eyes, and says, "Let's go our separate ways"?

Aw that's so nice, we're grateful that you enjoyed the premise enough to play, thank you!!<3 And OF COURSE, we love doing character asks/scenarios, so don't be shy and send them our way!

The air stills. VALENS looks at your bowed head with vacant grey eyes, like some part of them had always been waiting for the moment you realized they were the easier thing to leave behind. For a moment, you contemplate trying to explain yourself. Is it better to speak? Or to have your mouth fill with the blood drawn from biting your tongue? But all those thoughts dissipate as soon as you hear their next words: “Go,” they whisper, voice scraped thin. “Get out of my sight.” They don’t ask you to stay, or tell you it’s unfair. They only push you further, as though you never mattered at all. You look back up to search their eyes for the truth, but they have already turned their back on you. As you begin to walk away, you hear them call your name and their scornful gaze finds yours once again: "You can try to run, but you and I— our paths shall never be separate." They always had to have the last word.

CALDER takes it like a sentence being passed. His jaw tightens, shoulders squaring out of habit, as though if he braces for the impact enough it won’t hurt. For a moment, you think he’ll argue. That he’ll tell you there has to be another way, or that he still have to forcibly return you. But right now, he only sees the mirror image of himself: the resolve in you— the guilt, the grief, the mission you’ve already chosen over anything else— and the realization festers. Who is he to discourage you, when he would do the same? “I understand,” he says hoarsely, because of course he does. He also understands the consequences of your actions, but he cannot bring himself to say them out loud. His hand flexes at his side like it wants to reach for you, then retreats, terrified of what it might do. “Allow me to walk you as far as I can,” just to guard you, one last time. For a true knight should never loved, only revered.

SIBYL looks as if they heard the words before you spoke them. And perhaps they did. Perhaps they saw this moment play out in a hundred different ways and still hoped, foolishly, that knowing would make surviving it easier. It doesn’t. Their smile comes late, trembling at the edges, a fragile little thing they offer you because they can see how much it costs you not to look at them. “Don't worry about me,” they say softly, though their voice nearly breaks on the word. “If this is what you wish for, then I shall only oblige.” They take your hand for a final time, their fingers warm in yours, and squeeze, as if to confirm that this moment was real. That you were real. Grief is the final stage of love.

A twisted smile blooms on ERIS' lips. "'Separate ways?'" they echo you, and for a fraction of a second, you begin to do the one thing you promised yourself you wouldn't: second-guess your decision. The silence that follows is painful and cold, but it allows you to realize that this is a test, and unbeknownst to you, you have already failed... It was written all over you; your bowed head, your averted eyes. You feel ERIS watching you— sharp, unblinking, possessive in a way that makes the air feel suffocating. Then, they finally let out a chuckle and step closer, gloved fingers seizing your chin. “Look at me when you mock me,” their smile is still there, faint and terrible, but beneath it something wounded coils tight. You were supposed to be the exception. The one thing they did not have to conquer to keep. Then comes their final verdict, the nail in your coffin: “You seem to believe your fate is in your hands. However, you are still in my hands.”

but on the bright side, calder is also powerless because soon he will be sucked into my planned slow burn, will-they-won't-they, annoying romance with my kind yet perceptive mc who knows he might not be trustworthy, yet will still be drawn to him nonetheless >:] they will be dancing around each other for a while LMAO

Oh wow, thank you so much for your kind feedback, anon— this genuinely made our day 🩵 "So many emotions it sometimes feels like I can chew it" might be one of our favorite descriptions of the game so far LOL

We're so happy the writing and characters are landing like this! Hearing that the story pulled you in enough to become a favorite by chapter 2 means more than you know 🥹 We will definitely continue to build on the lore your MC will get to uncover and all the arcs they will go through with all the characters!

And as for your Calder plans… let's just say that next chapter will give your perceptive MC ample dancing room....