Their final member took the longest to integrate into their group. Not because of time, for time did nothing for adjustment, but because of something they were all known for, but he took to an extreme.
The Hero of War.
They knew precious little about his journey. Only the result.
His personality-his humanity-was sealed behind black eyes and a blue cloak.
But, with time, they grew fond of the Hero who rarely spoke, showed preference or will rarer, and who's skill was unquestioned.
It helped he was often like a black void, a blank slate for you to scream and pound and cry upon, only to get the privilege of touching his cloak and silent, solid support from a truly silent hero.
A thump of flesh against flesh. The stench of blood mixing with blood. The dust stirring under the final breath of yet another.
The faint warmth of life faded, and it too became part of them.
Under the piles of flesh, deep, deep beneath them, shades of blue-gold.... interacted, for lack of a better word. For they held nothing. Had experienced nothing but the words that were spoken to thick air and born of madness. Calm, calculated, sane madness.
They waited, for one was different than the rest. Had not yet become as they did.
A hand broke through the leg of one, crushing the skull of another and the hand of a third. With a sound that shattered the silence of death, that hand pulled the arm upwards, holding onto the bones as that arm pulled up a second hand and arm, and then a head, and then the rest of the body.
He sucked in dusty air, unmoving at the edge of where he'd torn his way through, the golden light of Courage on his hand lighting his way-although he needed it not.
He continues to break the silence with sharp breaths, covering with shaking fingers the golden light of Courage and returning the green darkness of how it was meant to be.
He stays there for a time, slowly warming himself with his life and calming his shivering body.
Looking around, he spotted the most recent of them, their thin clothes still intact.
On silent feet and with steady hands he carefully slipped their clothes over his own, wrapping himself in their rag of a cloak.
Then, he looked onward, moving on steady feet over dust and ash and bones and flesh.
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Sub-AU where both Tom & Sabine take each other's surname as a show of complete love & support for each other.
Tom Dupain becomes Tom Dupain-Cheng.
Sabine Cheng becomes Sabine Dupain-Cheng.
Marinette grows up with both sides of her family's heritage as an intricate part of her life, speaking both Mandarin & Italian as fluently as French because her parents wanted it to be a part of her life. The 2 cultures have an influence on Marinette's designs & the bakery's products.
She also has a closer relationship with her Great Uncle Wang than in Canon & it shows as such in the episode Kung Food when Marinette isn't nervous at all & is instead overjoyed at the prospect of seeing her uncle again & maybe even introducing him to her friends which is how Adrien is invited this time. Except, instead of just Adrien, it's also Nino & Alya. (Marinette initially just invited Alya, but then Alya invited Nino, who invited Adrien. Either way, it gets interesting quick.)
It's a small detail, but 1 that has a big influence.
