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Gladiolus: What’s one time your character has stuck to their morals and convictions?

Jaaster (CW: Depictions of violence and blood)

Don’t stop.

Thud

He deserves this pain.

Thud

He’d have killed them.

THUD

He’s earned death.

CRACK

Jaaster drew back his fist, looking down at the wreck of a man sat before him, but not seeing him. Not really. He saw the blood - the blood on the man’s shirt, the blood leaking from any number of wounds, the blood on his hands. 

The hands that had helped build the barn this man had tried to burn down. 

When he’d seen the charring the fires had left behind, he’d wanted to hurt the man, but he’d recognized that want, and he’d tamped it down. If he had to hurt the man, it would be to gain information and make sure no one else was hurt, not for revenge. Sometimes, hurting people was unavoidable, but he had always believed in making that pass as quickly as possible. Ensuring that the least amount of harm was done.

But he’d never had his family threatened before, and with one of the men responsible in front of him, Jaaster didn’t want information. 

He wanted blood.

Jaaster turned his hand over, watching the blood drip from his fingers, and he looked back at the broken man before him. The man was gasping and wheezing for breath through a flattened nose and a shattered jaw. It would be so easy to end him now, but Jaaster could make this last a long time, too. Trained by the Fist as he was, Jaaster knew where to strike to inflict the most pain possible, and he had a good idea of what sort of punishment a body could take. He could take days with this man, punishing him for his crimes before he was done.

Before he killed him.

Jaaster stared at the man for what felt like an eternity, then turned and walked outside where Raimon was waiting. His younger brother pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against and eyed Jaaster expectantly. “So? What happened? Did you get what we needed?”

“I think so.” Jaaster felt tired suddenly, like he’d sprinted to Ishgard and back. “We should turn him in now.”

Raimon leaned back, not expecting that answer, but he nodded. “I’ll take him back to Tailfeather. I can explain what happened there, and we can have him shipped off to Ishgard.”

Jaaster clapped Raimon on the shoulder. “Good.” He felt anything but. He wanted to go back inside and finish what he’d started.  He didn’t want the man to reach Tailfeather and see an Ishgardian cell. 

Jaaster didn’t have a choice in the matter, though. He had to do what was right.

Nightshade: What is a painful truth your character has had to face?

Vander

A gasping breath, and his eyes snapped open to the sight of sand, the sound of gulls, and the feeling of waves lapping at his body on the beach. Spitting salt water, he started to push himself to his feet, and his body screamed in protest, cracked ribs and a broken shoulder robbing him of wind as he collapsed.

His mask dug painfully into his cheek as he met the sand once more, and he ripped it off angrily with his good hand before turning his head. Wreckage littered the beach around him, and while his was far from the only form laid out on the sand, he was the only one moving about.

As he surveyed the carnage around him, his eyes turned to the sea, to the battle still being fought between the Maelstrom and pirate fleets, Pirates he’d served with. Pirates he’d fought against. Pirates he’d joined under the banner of the Bloody Executioners in defiance of the Admiral. Pirates who were being sent to a watery grave in droves by Maelstrom guns.

One by one, he watched ships sink under withering volleys of shot and shell, until finally he saw black flags being lowered, and white flags being raised. Tears came unbidden as cries of victory came across the water from the Maelstrom fleet. His crew was dead, his ship was sunk, and he realized now that his life was over.

D - 

Etienne’s had sex in their office at work, getting bent over the desk. After hours, though.

Adi never masturbated until he left home a few years ago.

N -

Etienne is pretty good, going, game for at least trying most things, but prefers to avoid getting terribly messy, ie, food or mud or non-sexual bodily fluids.

They don’t particularly like submissive men. They don’t mind switching things up now and then or playing with some power dynamics to spice things up a little (after all, they also kind of enjoy bullying and bossing men around outside the bedroom), but it had better be reciprocal because they are not a top at heart, and they get pretty tired of the assumption that they are. Etienne likes men who initiate and take charge once they’ve decided they’re ready to take things to that level in their relationship.

People who get hung up on Etienne’s identity and body, specifically if they only liked men (or women) before meeting Eti can go fuck themselves, because Etienne certainly won’t. It’s not a compliment to hear that you’re giving someone a sexual identity crisis. Ew.