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Pet character sheet !!! FINALLY! I've had their design for months now but idk, none of the drawings i made of them convinced me enough.
No name yet, honestly considering it isn't really important I haven't thought about it NSKDKDN I'll think about it later. Give her love it's not normal how long it took me to be somewhat satisfied with her drawings 😮💨
I forgot to add!! my pet enjoys wearing silver jewelry and crosses, to sort of intimidate people that might find out about that she is a vampire and still believed in the myths about their weakness.
It's literally just to say "whatever you thought to do, it isn't going to work" >👅< I can imagine some dude pulling out crosses, silver jewelry and maybe even garlic and pet just standing there 🧍♀️
(ignore that i've been saying that i was gonna post her "soon" ever since september of last year cofcof)
I'd like to ramble a little about them tbh they're one of the most interesting listeners in my opinion
To me, (my) pet is someone who has hard times expressing themselves... physically, like that Moistcr1TiKaL video "have you ever seen a grown man smile? 😃, now you have, anyway-" And everyone is just disturbed when they smile. As I've said I think they don't really talk much, and prefer simple one word answers.
While at first i feel like they can look like the type to hate children they absolutely don't, they're just that, children, no agendas, no secret intentions, just loud sponges, or quiet sponges. Pet would get...kinda soft, not visibly but would be the type to, idk, if they find a lost child to literally take them and Asirel would realize later and be like "why tf is there's a child here" and they would just be like. "it was lost. ಠ_ಠ)" AND YES, Pet definitely has the bad habit of referring to people as "It" instead of their respective pronouns xD
Also as mentioned they were so Dehydrated when Asirel bought them, like, really skinny probs, and i think they've probably been unhealthily skinny through most of their life, which is why she eats a lot even if human food doesn't satiate her. I think it's obvious that they did not come from a family with money if they were so easily taken by the military. Idk about you but my pet has reasons why she'd be in the UK when the war started BUT I'll wait till more canon lore of them is released so i can see whether the lore I've made for them fits or it's ass and doesn't make sense.
I love that she's like 100 years old but she's stuck in one era and one niche space that she dresses as and listens to it's music HEHE. Btw i recommend all the albums that i put there, i loved developing her music taste and sense of fashion.
About her dislikes, i think they're pretty self-explanatory, they hate mostly everything related to governments/armies, likely loathes everything to do with politics and has has a way more anarchic (and nihilist) way of seeing the world. Some dislikes are due to, i suppose "old" events in her life, some are more recent and due to where she is located now.
Everyone has agendas which is why they distrust absolutely everyone, even Asirel to a certain extent. I like to think that their hair is proof of that XD, when Asirel got them, their hair was all long (not really properly cared for) but long, straight. With some care it would look luscious and elegant, just how Ivan would have liked it, I feel. So, she chopped it, made it look a mess basically to see what Asirel's reaction would be. Just imagine them standing there. Just...looking with those scary blue eyes, waiting for a reaction.
(yes i purposefully made her blue eyed, bc there's nothing more scary than blue eyes staring deep into your soul LOL)
(also IK Saqu said Pet and Asirel are like the same height BUT I can't break the record of most of my listeners being taller than their s/o T-T)
oh and now I PROMISE I'll post more drawings of her bc i have some already finished and i also feel like posting my inspo for her
Desperate to make amends and tie loose ends, you took matters into your own hands. Starting with Samia. Drunk and alone.
Xanthus x Reader
Masterlist
(Content warning: Mentions of alcoholism, survivor’s guilt, depression, and suicidal ideation)
Note: Happy valentines!
You leaned against the balcony as you enjoyed the view of New Orleans alone. Shimmering, lively, and beautiful, the city speaks for itself.
It has been months since you had an opportunity to have some alone time. After the fight with Audric, you were busy with recovery and other matters. Not only that, your allies have been protective of you after seeing your state; they watched you like a hawk, insisting that it was only for your protection.
Although you appreciate the sentiment, your mind hasn't felt peace.
So when the chance to be by yourself came, you took it.
The lake was still littered with volunteers. It has been days since the incident happened, and they continued to find more evidence, unravelling what happened one by one. You became familiar with that place since you decided to help the authorities with everything, and you wanted to see if the recovered body that they fished out was a familiar face.
Today was like any other day. Xanthus was getting ready to scout the place again, and this time, you told him that you would not join the search party. He was surprised at first, but after sensing your desire to be by yourself, he reluctantly agreed.
Xanthus, wanting to give you the space that you need, heads back to the scene to help with the volunteers and other mythics. He spoke of promises and plans before he left, you didn’t bother to keep them in mind, too occupied to do so. Before he left, he kissed you, asked if you were really fine with him leaving, and made sure that you were comfortable enough to be left alone.
You answered his questions with what he wanted to hear. Once you felt that he was assured enough, you walked him to the door and hugged him as he went out.
In your solitary state, you wandered around the penthouse. You looked around, seeing the state of the place. Papers were scattered on the kitchen island; they contained plans, maps, and dossiers of allies and enemies alike. In the living room, there is medicine, bandages, and some dishes left.
The place was left as it is, showing what happened after the battle and before. No one dared to touch it— they didn’t have the guts to do so.
You walked around, and you swore you could trace the figures of the people who once were here. Closing your eyes, you pictured the days before the tragedy struck. The living room where Dontis used to show his art collection, telling how and why he acquired it. The kitchen where everyone took breaks and spoke about the future and what lies ahead. The hallway where Fran used to walk in, bringing news and information, sometimes some trinkets from the outside.
Everywhere was surrounded by memories of you, Xanthus, Fran and Dontis.
Fran and Dontis.
Fran and Dontis.
Those names brought back the familiar ache in your heart. Guilt began to consume you once again, like a tide swallowing you whole; you didn’t fight back, you let yourself drown in it.
Your mind brings you back to where it happened. The cold concrete walls, the chains, the damp air. It never left you. It can’t.
Suddenly, the ax is in your hand again, the cold and heavy handle anchors your heart once more. Fran’s voice echoed in your head, words filled with forgiveness and understanding as you took her life. You watched as her head rolled off on the cold floor, blood slowly dripping down her body. You swung the ax. You killed her.
Her savior brings her to her own demise. What a cruel fate.
Dontis. How could you forget? That comforting smile, those kind words, the revelation of his burden that he carried for years. You watched as Audric drove the knife to his chest— his heart, leaving him to bleed as the structure caved in.
Your head reeled at the memory, legs giving up as you fell apart, a place that was once filled with their presence now felt like hollow bones. Every memory came flooding back: the conversations, the laughter, the shared hope. What once was a safe haven now haunts you.
You picked yourself up, stumbling over to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. You remembered where Dontis used to store liquor, where he used to tell tales in every drink he served. Tonight, you’ll drink for them.
Unsurprisingly, Xanthus seemed to pick up on your state of mind. Your phone received a message from him.
‘Love, are you alright? Do you want me to come home?’
‘I’m fine. Take your time there. No worries.’
Xanthus got the hint from your response. You shoved your phone back into your pocket, downing another shot. The liquid dragged down your throat, a feeling that you know you will encounter often as days continue to pass. One drink after another, you drank as if there was no tomorrow. And you hope there won’t be.
Time passed and you mulled it over. You took yourself back to where you got rescued. When you finally realised that it was over. You remembered waking up and seeing Samia. The worried look on her face was replaced by relief as she saw you alive and well. You remembered her grief-stricken expression as Xanthus confirmed that Fran was one of the casualties.
Shame washed over you. You did not deserve to be saved by her when you're the one who took Fran’s life.
An epiphany suddenly came to mind. You realized that the least you can do is pay her kindness back. And you'll do that by making amends and telling her the truth.
You remembered the address that Samia gave to Xanthus, now tucked in his coat that he hasn't touched since you both came home. Stumbling towards the room, you rummaged through his belongings to find the coat. Once you found it, you searched for the paper containing Samia’s address.
You didn’t waste time; you booked a taxi, telling them Samia’s address. Fear and guilt riddled your mind on your way to her place. Still, you swallowed it. What you felt was nothing compared to her grief. Samia was willing to do anything for Fran, and she did the same thing for you. After all that occurred, she deserves to know the truth.
Whatever form her retribution may be, you are ready to take it.
Samia opened the door, surprised as she saw on her doorstep, you barely keeping yourself together. She looked around, trying to find if Xanthus came along, to her surprise, he didn't.
Once she got a whiff of alcohol, she slowly began to understand why. “It's getting late, does he know you're out here?” She gently ushered you in. You questioned if you deserve her hospitality after what you did.
She looked at you with concern as you disassociated. She knew that look in one's eye— catatonic, burdened by what occurred and what can't be taken back. All she felt was empathy; no human had to go through such horrors as you did. Still, you persevered. She can only imagine how difficult your situation is right now.
Samia guides you to the couch, clearing out some of her belongings to make space for you.
“I’m sorry.” Once your voice cracked, tears couldn’t stop flowing down your cheeks. It was embarrassing; you didn’t want to face her like this, inconsolable and broken.
Her arms wrapped around your shoulder, hoping to calm you down. “It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize. I know how tough things are after the battle. We're all going through it, but at least we have each other.” You chuckled bitterly at her attempt to comfort you; she probably thought that the apology was for your unannounced visit. If she only knew…
You shook your head. You wanted to let everything out, tell her the truth. But the lump in your throat continues to grow until your cries become stronger.
Samia watched as you broke down in front of her. She immediately handed you a glass of water, her hand rubbing on your back. “Breathe, it’s okay. In and out.”
You watched as she demonstrated those heavy breaths as she tried to comfort you. Would she treat you the same after you tell her the truth?
You knelt in front of her, head hung low, defeated, “Samia, I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”
Words spilled from your mouth messily. You were inconsolable; all you could think of was Fran’s decomposing body, her head somewhere in the rubble. That was a cruel way to die, yet you handed her that fate.
“Please, breathe, I can’t understand you,” Samia tried to pull you up from the couch, pitying your miserable state. Your apologies also brought her confusion. She had so many unanswered questions, but there’s no way to solve them when you are all over the place.
Your body continued to shake from your sobs, and alcohol did not make it easy as you thought. All the barely rehearsed apologies went down the drain. You tried again, looking up at her with your teary eyes, “I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I’m sorry!”
“What are you apologizing for? Please get up!” She looked around the room, trying to find something that would pull you out of this condition. “Where is Xanthus when you need him?” Samia grumbled.
In heavy breaths, your sobs began to soften, drawing you back where all is nothing and everything at the same time.
“Samia,” as you gazed up at her, all she saw was a shell of a man. “I killed her.”
“What?”
The look on your face was ghastly, something that will burn in her mind for years to come. It was guilt, she figured, survivor's guilt made people irrational, blaming themselves for what happened even if it wasn’t their fault. Samia knows that you won’t have the heart to take Fran’s life. After all, Fran spoke highly of you after you saved her.
“I killed her. Fran’s dead because of me.”
The confession slipped from your lips smoothly. You were ready. She'd kill you in the worst way possible, and you'd embrace it. Just like Fran did.
“Look, this is just survivor’s guilt. I know that it's hard to believe, but it's not your faul—”
“I beheaded her.”
The silence that followed was too heavy. None of you wanted to break it. You could feel yourself sober up, finally realizing the weight of the situation as you saw her horrified expression.
“W-What?” The color slowly drained from her face as your confession sank in. She wished that you were reciting a lie— a cruel joke. But the look on your face was nothing but guilt and sincerity. “What the fuck did you just say?”
You hung your head low, unable to look her in the eye. “I'm sorry… I… it must be done.”
Samia yanked you by your arms, making you face her. “Say that again. Right now.” Her grip was too tight as she pulled you up. Your knees buckled as she handled you as if you weighed nothing.
“Tell me you're lying! Tell me that this isn't the truth!” Her voice was rough with rage as she felt her heart shatter.
She waited for you to deny it, but all she received was a guilty look from your face and your pathetic sobs. Samia felt her body weaken, slowly letting you go. The cold realization that Fran died in the hands of what she deemed her savior felt sickening. “No… You won’t. She told me you didn’t…”
Samia stumbled as she tried to get herself together. Your words seeped into her mind like poison. She fell to her knees, heaving, thinking about Fran and her last moments.
Then you heard it: her bloodcurdling scream followed by her agonizing wail. You watched her fall apart, hands on her chest as her heart tore into pieces. Her body rocked back and forth, face filled with lamentation.
Fran’s words echoed in your mind once again, but her words of forgiveness did not bring you comfort. You felt it in your throat, before you knew it, the contents of your stomach were now all over her floor. Everything felt sickening.
Xanthus arrived in Samia’s place in a hurry. He regretted not coming home when his mind told him so, he regretted giving you space, and he wished he never left you alone. He could only imagine what happened for you to feel such emotions. Knowing that you were in Samia’s place, he could only pray that you didn’t do something drastic.
He moved urgently, heart pounding as he knocked on the door, “Samia, it’s me, Xa—”
The door immediately opened. What welcomed him was Samia, eyes filled with fury as she dragged you. “Take them and get them away from me.” Her voice was firm and steady, eyes bloodshot from rage and grief.
Xanthus caught you as she threw you in his direction. He tried to steady his hold on you, stuck between trying to figure out what happened to you and Samia. But by the looks of it, you already told her.
He turned to her, remorseful, “Samia, I’m sorry. I wish it didn’t end this wa—”
“I don’t want to hear it. Get them away from my sight before I kill both of you.”
The door slammed shut harshly. Xanthus stood at the doorstep in disbelief. He was surprised that you were unscathed.
He adjusted his hold on you. Your drunken state made his heart clench. Xanthus knew how humans cling to vices in times of hardship; this time, it was you facing it. He hoped that this was not the path you would go down. But from the looks of it, he can only hope.
You woke up with a headache that made you want to slam your head on the wall. Everything was too bright, your body felt sluggish, and your mouth felt dry. What a horror.
Slowly slipping out of the bed, you padded towards the hallway where you saw Xanthus busying himself by tidying the place up. Seeing everything get cleaned up made your chest hurt in an unexplainable way.
“I'm glad you're awake. I just prepared dinner.” He gave you a tight smile, gesturing towards the dining table. “I also prepared medicine. Figured you need that.”
You nodded, muttering a small ‘thank you’ before grabbing yourself a glass of water. Your eyes darted towards the window and saw that it was still dark outside. Knitting your brows, you glanced at the clock: it's 10 pm, hours have passed after you made a scene at Samia's place.
Walking to the living room, you didn’t care about medicine or dinner. You lost your appetite anyway.
Xanthus noticed the trepidation in your eyes, and he stopped what he was doing as comforting you became his priority. He sat beside you, holding your hand, hoping that it would ease the pain.
“Are you still thinking about what happened?”
“I didn't stop.”
He nodded, acknowledging the weight of your words. For a while, it was silent. Neither of you knew what words could be spoken at that moment.
“She hates me, doesn't she? It will bring her happiness if I die.”
“No, please don't say that,” concern filled his features. The way that you talked about death disturbed him, considering all that happened. “She's angry, yes, but one day she…”
Xanthus was at a loss for words. It seemed that his attempt to comfort you brought him to a dead end. What else could he say to you at that moment? That Samia understood? That she'd forgive you? That one day you all can talk it out? Those were nothing but lies. He knew that.
“I kept thinking about what happened. I really killed them all.”
“Love, don't—”
“Enough, Xanthus. It's the truth! I'm the one who executed Fran! I'm the reason why Dontis is dead! Can't you see? They'd still be alive if I didn't exist. It could be anyone, but it's me!”
Tears welled up in your eyes, and the gravity of the situation continued to pull you back underground. His eyes wide as he listened to you, he wanted to speak words of comfort, but he couldn’t let a word out.
“Now tell me, Xanthus, were you able to rid yourself of guilt when Helena died?”
He didn't answer— he couldn't answer.
That night, you both barely spoke to one another. You were left alone observing the city lights, and he was busy tidying up. Both of you continue to feel the persistent pain that surrounds your heart.
When the place was spotless and tidy, when the city lights began to look blurry. You find yourself walking towards your bedroom, and he looks at you, hoping that you'd choose to stay with him tonight. His fear of losing you intensified— you found comfort in that. Xanthus subtly opened his arms, and with that, you lay beside him, curled up as you nuzzled close.
You felt the pain subside. His arms closed around you as if shielding you from anything that comes your way.
“Xanthus,”
He turned to you, eyes expectant.
“I can’t lose you. Not after everything. Understand?”
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After two minutes of thinking, one of their families is behind the letter but for me i think it's roena because she thought zaros is impacting earis's personality back then and changing or helping them express what they want especially with 'leaving everything behind to explore the world' idea ,and she didn't like it so she made the letter and after that ig earis started taking sessions with "shilas" i can't remember the name probably due to what happened or tell them some anti zaros propaganda .
Buttt if roena was the one behind it how did she make it seem like zaros wrote it unless the letter was to tell earis about 'zaros real intentions' smth like that basically smth to end their relationship
Beside that I thoroughly enjoyed the episode. It was so cute and it made my heart full. I am so satisfied ❤️❤️.
Aaron's disappearance definitely confirms that he was apart of the Trial (shout out to the people who figured that out) because what other reason would be there be for him to leave. I suspect that he went back to relay what happened to the Trial judges.
On an unrelated note. For the reason that I don't like his vibes. I kinda am suspicious of Argil. I can't even tell you why, but I slightly dislike him. And I only started to dislike him after reading the website. He was probably the one to tell Queen Roena that the Earis won the first Trial. I might build on this in another post but we'll see
