Nov 22, 2024
if someone gets out of a room and cin is left alone they'd just probably stare at the door anxiously waiting for them to be back
both before the amnesia and after the amnesia
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if someone gets out of a room and cin is left alone they'd just probably stare at the door anxiously waiting for them to be back
both before the amnesia and after the amnesia
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Hey, My lovely trash pandas!!
I have a feeling Iām not actually going to get any answers from a poll on my Insta storyāSO
Which one do you guys wanna see more?
Pre-plague Rhemi or Thirteen year old Rhemi from The Cave~?
Iāve been thinking about @aaliyah-draws pre-plague Valerie a lot, and I bet she was the cutest first thing in the morning with her short haired, messy bed head and sleepy face.
The Arcana: Apprentice Valarie.
One day, someday My prince may come But it doesn't seem likely And even if he came and he liked me It's likely he'd be Not quite my type
It was the night of the Masquerade. Celeste's first. She had been shocked that she was even permitted to go. But, as she had learned, her cousin liked being the center of the universe. He was not particular about who he invited to watch the spectacle. And, if you were in his employ, you were either working or in attendance. And he did not need a nurse at his party...fingers crossed.
She had been given a dress for the evening. It was a hazy, dark celadon color. Simple, and unoffensive. Ankle length, with three quarter length sleeves. Her only qualm with the thing was the ridiculous neckline. It had wide lapels that were delicately embroidered with silver flowers, but the damn thing nearly fell open to her navel. She felt exposed and was not at all confident that everything was going to remain in its place. But, she didn't have much of an option. She wasnāt exactly flush with finery and flouncy gowns.
She had pinned her hair up halfway, letting the bulk of it fall down her back. It was perfectly adequate, in her opinion. She had never been to a fancy-dress ball. And, for all the discussion and excitement surrounding it, it seemed like rather more trouble than it was worth.
Standing on the side of the ballroom, she had her arms firmly crossed over her chest, watching the whirling, giddy partygoers. She watched Julian as he changed partners with each new dance. She saw him every time his eyes fell on her, and then quickly averting his gaze.
Her time of being confined to the palace was nearly done. She would be free to go, soon. She would still be in the employ of the palace, but she could come and go as she pleased, more or less. As the year mark approached, Julian had become withdrawn from her. And her surveillance by the guards and courtiers had increased dramatically, as had her workload.
Celeste felt a hand on her shoulder as someone approached her from behind. Aedan leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You know, standing over here looking miserable is just drawing more attention to yourself."
She stared straight ahead but made a noise of annoyance. "I doubt it. Most of the key players have been half-drunk since noon."
Her brother straightened and stepped to her side. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "What in the hell are you wearing?" she hissed.
He was wearing a red dress shirt with a black brocade vest with satin lapels, fastened with gold buttons, and similar black brocade trousers. His blonde hair was slicked back, with wispy curls at the nape of his neck fighting against the product in his hair. He wore a leather mask, fashioned after a duck hawk. Golden knotwork playing across it.
"You're one to talk," he whispered back, amused. "Dad would have a heart attack if he saw you like that."
She narrowed her eyes. "Well, he won't. So, I suppose it really doesn't matter, does it?"
Aedan sighed and rolled his eyes. "You're making this harder on yourself than it has to be. It's a party, Sissy. Go have fun. Please." He reached into his pocket and fished out a few coins. "Give me your hand," he demanded.
She stuck her hand out, the other arm still crossed over her chest. He dropped the money in her palm and folded her fingers around them. "It's a masquerade. Go buy a mask. The countess has some vendors out back."
She went to protest, but he was gone, back into the fray.
Julian whisked by her again and spun away, a glittering sapphire-color clad man in his arms. But, he saw her, and she saw his expression shift from delight to...melancholy? Pity? For himself, or her?
She was so frustrated, and so, so very tired. This was exactly what she hadn't wanted. She hadn't wanted to get attached to him. But, she had. And now, he kept her at arm's length. Claiming it would be easier for both of them. That he couldn't compromise both of their positions in the palace. That he was her superior, and that it was improper for them to carry on.
She couldn't bear to look at him anymore, and she turned and strode out of the ballroom.
A Night Alone
Hello, darlings--this was inspired by this post and some people requested I write it as a fic so here it is! I decided to take it in a pre-apprentice-death direction so I hope yāall love it! Gets a little spicy!
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Julian laid in the den of Mazelinkaās cottage, holding a glass of strong liquor and staring into the fire. Maz was out of town and he figured he could get away with staying while she was gone, if only to sleep on a comfy bed and drink some of her booze. Draining the remainder of his drink, he set the glass down and reclined onto her sofa, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of the logs on the fire. He relaxed for a moment but his thoughts were soon taken over and his eyes flew open. Lately, there had been something on his mind, or rather someone, and he hadnāt been able to concentrate on anything. As much as he had tried, they were soā¦alluring. Mysterious.
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one of cin's pre plague theme is the fact they never felt like they belonged anywhere
outside of all the things that made them feel trapped, cin has always been molded into something they didn't belong to by their family
to start,
the first time they remembered meeting their parents they didn't speak the same language as them, so then they were forced and pressured to learn a second and third language that confused their still developing brain. brain that only understood the meanings of the words without separating them into categories, which made hard communicating in general
everything from clothes to jewelry to accessories to their hair was something their family wanted to choose for them.
luckily after coming out they just said "fuck it" and stopped following some rules as strictly...
but everything like what like they'd have to live and what intests they could or couldn't pursue was dictated by the family
just like Rem was in a trap as well.
Their aunt's place was where they'd feel free or at least safe. imagine what it meant losing someone that was SUCH a big support for them (and Asra)
ofc they were overflowing with emotions when they fought
ofc Asra was scared and wanted to leave
ofc cin coped by going to the clinic
ofc rem closed themselves in their brain
i hate my own angst
When you have no light to guide you And no one to walk beside you I will come to you
"I'm gonna take dinner," Aedan called across the colosseum to his partner, voice echoing on the high walls. It was a quiet night. Then, most nights were. Being on patrol in the arena was a useless task. Unless there was a fight on, nobody came here. If they did, it was usually kids wanting to play fight in the arena. They weren't gonna hurt anything. Aedan generally let them go for it. Sure, it was a little macabre, letting kids wrestle in the pit where so much blood was spilled regularly, but, it was a big, empty sandpit at the end of the day. It was less dangerous than other parts of the city, like the docks, or running through the streets.
The other man waved his hand, dismissive.
Aedan headed to the back corridors, then down to the dungeons. He had a special task tonight, off the record.
He grabbed a torch off the wall as he descended. Down into the holding cells. They were mostly empty unless Lucio found a new contender to go up against the permanent resident. Which, he hadnāt. He was preoccupied with some party nonsense.Ā
Walking up to the cage, he kicked the bars with the tip of his boot, twice in rapid succession. "Hey, big guy."
The massive form was huddled up in the corner, cast fully in shadow. He didn't stir. There was a chance he was asleep, but in his experience, The Scourge was pretty closed off and was more likely just ignoring him. Couldn't blame the poor guy. He wouldn't want to be fucked with either if he was in his place.
"I come bearing gifts. My s...the Nurse, from the castle? She loaded me down, guy. Said you were looking kinda rough last time she was down here."
Muriel had his back in the corner, knees were drawn up, arms crossed over the top, head down. He blinked in the dark, confused. What the hell was this guy talking about? The nurse? Celeste?
"Bullshit," he replied, rumbling. "Go away."
Aedan opened his satchel and pulled out a small metal box. He knelt down, laid it on the floor, and slid it across the cell. "She said you liked that. Smoked eel or something. Some fancy-ass candy. There should be some meds in there, too. She said to put it on that cut. The one on your side."
He didn't move. Aedan continued. "She said she'd have come herself, but her...professor, Valedmar...uh...She's not been keeping up with her studies the way they would like her to be. Something to do with finding her with the Magician in the garden one too many nights in a row. She's...grounded. On probation. Something like that."
Muriel slowly lifted his head, reaching his long arm out to take the box. He pried it open. Sure enough. Dried, smoked eel. A couple of those expensive chocolates. A small vial with pearlescent liquid swirling inside. Packed with care. A little note on top with his name in her perfect handwriting. "Take care of yourself. See you soon. Celeste."
"What the hell was she doing with you?" he said, his tone flat, but a hint quizzical. It didn't make sense. Celeste with one of Lucio's guards.
"That's...complicated," Aedan replied. "Best we don't delve into that tonight. Just...take me at my word that your little arrangement is safe with me. I know my word doesn't mean much, but it is what it is."
Muriel was just glad to have something to eat. He ate the eel slowly. It was sweet, smoky. And, more importantly, there seemed to be a lot of it for such a small box. She had magicked the box. One of Asra's tricks. She was learning.
Muriel stared up at Aedan. He was illuminated by the torchlight. He looked like Lucio, sort of. Bigger than Lucio. Taller. Ā Lankier in some places, burlier in others. His hair was white blonde, sunbleached. Not quite as yellow as Lucio's. Not clean-shaven, he had a hint of a beard. Softer. None of that dramatic, stupid makeup. He looked like someone else, too. His mouth and nose. He couldn't place it. It was familiar but foreign.
He wasn't used to seeing him on his own. Usually, he was a step behind Lucio. Backup. A bodyguard. Lucio tended to suck all the light out of the room. This man seemed...normal. Kind.
"You know, I'm a big fan. I mean...as big a fan as you can be of that kind of thing. You put on a good show." Aedan said. It was equal parts enthusiasm and sympathy. It was true. He had never seen anything quite so impressive as this guy in the pit. But, it was a gory task. Aedan didn't quite have a stomach for it. And, he assumed, the Scourge didn't either. Linnea wouldn't talk about him so fondly if he did.
Muriel glared, his eyes caught by the firelight. That was confirmation enough.
Aedan sighed and dropped his head. "Listen, guy. If there was anything I could do to...make this stop. Trust me. I'd do it. But...Jag sƤger inget, sƄ har jag ingenting sagt." He said, remorseful, slipping into his father's tongue. "I say nothing, so nothing I have said." He repeated, clarifying. I have an opinion, but I can't rock the boat.
He had been with Lucio for a while. He didnāt know what could be done. Lucio continued to make every bad decision he possibly could. There were so few people left of any substance in the inner circle to keep his head on straight. Equal parts people worming their way around him, trying to get something out of him, and Lucio being an absolute fuck, and wearing down anyone who tried to help him be a better person. All Aedan could do was run damage control in the background, when he could.
"Look, you don't know me from a hole in the ground. But...Know this. If I ever get the chance to make this right in someway. I'll do it."
Muriel snorted. "What are you going to do? Don't make promises you can't keep."
"No promises. But...I'll try. Hopefully, I'll figure something out."
It was quiet for a long moment. He knew that the other guard would come looking before too much longer. "I'll tell Celeste you liked the gift. I don't know the next time I'll be rounding down here, but...I don't know. Maybe I can talk to one of the other guys about looking the other way for the magician while I'm not here."
Muriel squinted, confused. "Who the hell are you? Why are you trying to help me?"
"My name is Aedan. I don't know if who I am is really important at this point. You can call me a friend. I think before this is all over, we'll need all the friends we can get."
And then, Aedan was gone. Muriel watched him as he went, still bewildered.
---
Aedan was laying in his bed. He knew the end was near. He had been in and out of consciousness all day.Ā
A few friends had come. The sweet kitchen maids that had been his bedfellows, groundskeepers, a few townspeople that had caught wind of the news that Nadia had allowed access, and fellow guards. Like the one that was with him now, standing well back.
He was having a moment of clarity, and he had latched on to it, taking his last opportunity.
"Don't fucking fight me. Just do what I'm asking. Get the Magician. Take him to the Colosseum. Get the gladiator out. Give them whatever they need."
The other man protested. "But, Lucio..."
"What is Lucio going to do? He's not far behind me. And what need does he have of a gladiator in an abandoned Colosseum?" he spat. He was bitter. It was all for nothing. His family was gone. All but Celeste, working endlessly on a cure that wasn't coming. Everything was falling apart. "Please, give me this one thing. Let me do one good thing before I'm gone."
The man nodded his consent and pressed his hand to his own chest. "Goodbye, Aedan. In another life, brother."
Aedan sighed, relaxing a bit. His head was swimming. "Before you go...call for the nurse. The little dark-headed one. Celeste. I don't care what you have to tell Valdemar. Just...get her here. Fast."
His dog, Ebba, a gift from Lucio, curled up next to him, whining. She had always been such a good, sweet girl. She was so soft. So loving. He would miss her. His hands smoothed over her furry ears. She inched her way up under his arm, her cold nose at his neck. It felt good, so cool against his burning skin. "Be good, Ebba. I'm sorry, girl."
Celeste was running. Her feet wouldn't carry her fast enough. Her skirts were balled up in her fists after she had tripped running up a flight of stairs in her panic.
She heard a long, mournful howl echoing on the walls and her heart seized. It was Ebba. The air was knocked out of her, and she dropped to her knees, screaming.Ā
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