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SIREN SIMON

I love drawing him so much wth

both hannibal and will had difficult childhoods and very obviously both have a plethora of personality disorders. they’re both extremely complex, layered people.

before meeting, i think it’s fair to say that both of them had accepted that they were alone in how they felt. that nobody would ever truly see them.

maybe this acceptance had brought some sort of weird, fucked up peace to them.

then, they met.

will had never been seen before. hannibal ha never been seen before. and yet they saw further into each other than either would’ve ever expected.

remember when i said they both had a plethora of problems? well being seen for the first time, it trigged something in both of them. Obsession.

they become truly, deeply obsessed with each other. the need to know every part of the other slowly filled their minds and replaced any rational thought about the situation.

over time, will became more and more situated with hannibal’s… hobbies and habits. will could see right past them if it meant having a person actually understand what’s happening in your mind.

Champion of Eorzea, blessed by the Mothercrystal. You've bested tyrannical warlords, fearsome dragons, and god-like beings. You've liberated nations, aided in their restorations. You rub shoulders with their leaders and the common folk alike. With every victory, every adventure, every grand feat, your legend grows. Everyone knows your name. Everyone knows what you've done. Everyone knows what you're capable of doing.

'It's the blessing of Hydaelyn,' they say; 'the power of the Echo,' 'the unwavering soul of Azem'. Only the Warrior of Light could do what you do, only someone destined to usher change and defend the very star from destruction. Allies and enemies alike agree; there is nobody like the Warrior of Light.

But that's where they're wrong. You may be special, or chosen, or destined... but you don't feel that at all. All you feel is the pedestal you never asked to be put on. The perceived gap between you and them is staggering. They think you untouchable; so far removed from human you must be a god, or something greater. You aren't a person to them any more. You're a symbol. An idea. A concept. Intangible.

THOU ART CURRENTLY LISTENING TO

*Gregorian chanting*

13.21

*leper bell ringing*

HIGH MEDIAEVAL FM

*recording of John Lackland sobbing as he signs the Magna Carta*

WHENCE COMETH NAUGHT BUT LITURGIES

LITURGIES

AND MORE LITURGIES

*Templar knights praying out loud*

THIS ISN’T THY GRANDMOTHERES STATION