#revarik

We both know who the aggressor is here, and yet, she has never been one to roll over without a fight…I needed a series to do this one justice. ;]

{Vibes}

I can still remember what it felt like to be free. To wake up in the morning excited about what the day would bring and whether it brought joy or strife, I knew that at the end of it I would lay my head down and still have people who loved me. Who were proud of me. Despite it all, that was what kept me going. If this is the last scrap of myself that I am able to identify, I wish to do so fully while I am still capable. I'll write my truths out for you; for all of you that I have loved with my soul of ash and wildfire. I am a villain. I am a murderer. I am a liar. I am a thief. I know all these things about myself and have never once blanched at their reality - I never apologized for what I'd become in order to survive in this world. I was given an empire, a throne and I reveled in being needed. Wanted. Worshiped. But when I met you, things changed. I didn't want you to know what sins my hands had committed - I didn't want you to look at me like I was anything other than someone who adored you, who would tear down the world itself to bring you home safely. I didn't want you to see a monster. You never did. None of you ever did and I will be grateful to you for that miraculous gift until time has lost its meaning. You stayed with me. We stayed with each other because we wanted to. No one forced us together and we looked at our crumbled lives shocked to see how easily they fit in with one another, how the other broken pieces filled in holes we had long ago learned to survive with. You made me feel alive for the first time in my entire life. My Pack. My family. That's what you became and remained. You gave me a reason to be better, to challenge myself every day, to fight for the opportunity to stand at your sides and to love you. You gave me so many reasons to love you. I fear that I am slipping and as much as I have cursed and clawed for a way out of this landslide, I can't deny it any longer; I am losing this war inside my head. More and more each day I feel a cruel carelessness growing within and there is going to come a day I can't fight it anymore.  I'm so tired. Please believe me when I say I tried, that I gave it my all and that there wasn't an ounce of strength I did not put into my efforts. This is not something that can be fixed with words or encouragement, this is not a disease or a sickness. This is something sewn into the fabric of my being and I can do nothing against it. It is clear to me where my path leads now and I wish that you could come with me - that we could be together again - but this is a hell I wouldn't wish on any of you.  I'm sorry that I had to break trust, to break hearts, but I would not see any of you like this and I know that seeing me... seeing me would make it all the more difficult to bear what is to come. The voices grow quieter when I think of you, when I write to you, so I shall try to do that until the end, so that you know none of you ever left my mind. I'll carry you within, your memories splayed throughout the cracks of everything I've become so that when I meet my fate, you’ll still be with me. The Nightmare cannot take from me that which it did not create. And you? You were my dreams given life. All My Love, Sunny Please don’t come for me. Even if you find me - you won’t find me.

These two trouble-makers? All right!

Name: Lucien ‘Luc’ Chase Valanthius (translation: Light Hunter)

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Lucien has amazingly piercing, sunburst golden eyes, a cocktail blend that comes from both mother and father. His face is strong in definition, very square jawline, high cheekbones and full lips. His hair is a stark white that contrasts the already dark tan of his skin, which easily is remedied later in life when he is able to dye his hair. Despite his dark skin, the sun has granted him freckled skin across his nose and cheeks. He was born long limbed, and into his teens, he is already taller than his mother. Because of his very unique appearance, he grows into a man who generates the appeal of others. It helped that his father had a strict workout regimen and his son took part of it, gaining muscle and mass. Thanks, dad.

Personality: Luc is an extremely calculating, observant young man, very quiet and studious. He later becomes the definition of tall dark and handsome. He is intense and serious, at times a bit forthcoming to those who wish to get close. Though once someone breaches the exterior of his demeanor, they find a charmer hidden underneath, one with a smooth attitude and flirtatious to boot. For that we place blame on the father, who sets a fine example whenever his mother is around.

Special Talents: At a young age, he is very keen at reading the intentions of others, developing at a young age due to the influence of his mother, he can usually tell when someone is deceiving. His mother also introduced him to firearms, giving him an early start and crash course at disarming someone and disassembling a weapon. Before his pre-teens, he knew how to fire a gun and when he came to the age of sixteen, was given his first lesson at sharpshooting. His father taught him hand to hand combat; Lucien excels at defensive and offensive techniques.

Who they like better: He likes them both, but favors his father a bit above his mother. His father gives him all sorts of pointers that has helped him to work past his social-awkwardness when he was young. Because of his parent’s occupations, he hasn’t allowed himself to open up to many; Revarik stepped in and assisted him with blending in better with the crowd, he got involved proactively in his son’s day to day. He is Luc’s role-model, there is no doubt about that.

Who they take after more: Revarik in build and size. Rivienne to some degree to due her physical attributes: her skin color, the shape of his eyes, and he holds a particular allure that is integrated in her. He is built tall like her, but easily has surpassed her height and has become a challenging height compared to his father. He has his mother’s sharp mind and wit, and his father’s heart and strength.

Personal Headcanon: Lucien is not a troubled child, though given the circumstances of his home life, having an assassin for a mother, and a wanted man as your father, could cause a few complications when trying to make friends. Thankfully, his parents were the depiction of Mr. and Mrs. Smith and did well to secure their identities and keep their son safe and clear from any potential dangers. Work is not brought home, and seldom does he hear about the gruesome points of their day. 

But, Luc is not naive, the young man is well learned about his parents and their particular skills - and what they do with them. He doesn’t take on their trade wholly, but works behind the scenes, breaking codes, shutting down live cameras, confirming and re-routing shipments of ‘goods’ to make their lives a little easier when they have to ‘work’. It is the little things that makes his family happy.

My muse will tell you something about you they hate, something they love, and something they would miss if you left.

Hate:  “Your compulsion to please others in the past nearly compromised who you were without even realizing it.  Your protective nature pulled you in so many directions that you lost sight of your own trail and the goals that set you on it in the first place.  I suppose we are both similar in that regard.  Always placing the needs and wants of others above our own… almost to a fault.  It is what makes you so wonderful, yet frustrating to watch from afar.  I should learn to take my own advice regarding that matter, or as you would say, ‘ladies first.’  I hate it when you are right, Revarik.”

Love:  “Your sense of humor lights up a room.  It is what brought us together in the first place— our love of laughter.  This is also why others find you so desirable to engage with.  Where they see nothing beyond the fun-loving, carefree, mercenary you portray on the exterior, I have had the rare pleasure of witnessing something deeper.  I see the broken man you conceal beneath it all, and I want to thank you for letting me in.  Even a protector needs protecting from time to time.  I am honored to be your shield, even if it is behind closed doors.”

Miss:  “Your absence left a myriad of confusion and sorrow in its wake.  There were times when I wanted to be angry— to hurl my frustrations at you like daggers knowing you would catch each one, place it aside, and still pull me into your arms for a hug.  This is the sacred safety of friendship… knowing when to say: “Do you feel better now that you have said it out loud?”  Without judgement or scorn."

[ Revarik hands off one of his many shirts to the Madame. Something about it just seemed suiting for the moment. Had he worn it before? Yes, yes he had to torment the poor Alliance souls and their ‘righteous few’. No fear, no shame. Did it come with anything else? Hahaha, of course not. Just the shirt. Everything else was optional.*Dress Up My Muse prompt* ]

The skies opened up to unleash a downpour and the pair was caught instantly in the storm as it came seemingly out of nowhere.  Naralinthe was completely drenched, and Revarik laughed the entire way to his place as she wadded up the bottom half of her dress and slung it over her arm like a wet tablecloth.  With her stilettos in one hand, and her skirt in the other, she walked barefoot in the mud.

“Peasant girl is a good look on you,” he teased.

The pointed look she shot him was sharp enough to kill.

“Oh don’t be such a sourpuss, we’ll get you toweled off and in something comfortable while your dress has an opportunity to dry… but first, you should have a shower.”

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After stepping out of the shower, Revarik handed her a t-shirt… and nothing else.  Sure, it covered everything since he was twice her size, but she couldn’t help but notice the cheeky phrase printed on the front.  Why did it feel like this was intentional?

“You know darling… for a moment, I thought you had become somewhat of a gentleman since the last time I saw you.  Evidently, you are still a complete ass.”  Naralinthe unleashed a deep, belly laugh.  “Thank you for the laugh… I needed that.”