What do you mean there's no cutscene of us beating Cyran in the first phase of the duel? Lilith, I will gladly rewatch that multiple times.
The chat before the hot boss fight-I mean, evil boss fight says it all. "As long as I still lose to you, it will never be over. I cannot lose." You could offer Cyran the crown at this point and he will just throw it over his shoulder. It really makes one wonder: how much of Cyran's ambitions, all this new world order and chasing power, stems from his need to beat Merlin?
Who is Cyran without this need?
We don't know, because the moment Cyran lost to Merlin, he completely loses it. He can't lose to us again; he can't live in our shadow again. Cyran has been living in the shadow of being second to Merlin and this is what has been driving him all along. I'm starting to think all those ambitions are Cyran's coping mechanisms.
But, I have more questions: Why is Cyran so traumatised by being second? Insecurities and fears do not exist singularly, or without comparison.
Anyway, Cyran stabs himself for this power boost. Right in the heart too, may I add. With the new crystal in his staff, since he gave the last one to Gervan. Speaking of Gervan, after he was beaten, he did come back in mostly human form. It doesn't look to be that way for Cyran. Unless the abyss has top notch healing skills to close that hole in his heart. Sink our ship, will you, Lilith.
My inner demon demands to be out now and say that the boss form of Cyran is really hot. Wings? Bigger form? The way he focuses on Merlin even though the abyss has taken much of his humanity? No matter what happens, Merlin remains the centre of his world. How romantic, if only Cyran wasn't trying to end us.
Do you think Cyran only wants to beat us, or would he kill us to beat us for good?
Back to the scene.
Not sure what Lilith was trying to achieve here, but the way Merlin wraps the chains around Cyran? The way Cyran grabs at Merlin? Very nice. To no one's surprise, Merlin still beats Cyran. Call it plot armour or a being not from the Tree of Life.
I have questions. Why when Gervan is beaten, he gets to stay in this realm? But when Cyran gets beaten, he sinks back into the abyss? A price to pay for using power from the abyss? Did Gervan got treated to a cheap version?
Anyhoo. Cyran sinks, and then Merlin runs for him. Maybe Merlin's idea of defeat is chains of eternity (hehe) and a cushy jail like Contess. Maybe Merlin doesn't want to see Cyran lost. Maybe, it is just in Merlin's nature to rescue what they can.
Then comes the look in his eyes. Cyran thought it was all over, and got shocked that we came for him. By the way, the size difference in their hands here? Peak.
Cyran sees us as a hero, but never thought that we would include him in the people that need saving too. Does he not see himself being saved, or does he think Merlin wouldn't bother? Why does he keep misunderstanding Merlin? Why does he keep projecting his insecurities onto Merlin to make them a monster?
And then of course Lilith just has to break our heart with the brief moment Cyran returns our grip.
Whether it stems from a survival instinct or an acceptance of Merlin, we don't know. We won't ever know. Because in the next moment, Cyran's demons have taken over once more, and Merlin is once again the monster to him. The offer of help is pity in disguise, according to him. It is Starshower all over again. Cyran has never moved on since that day.
Oh well. At least if Merlin ever sinks into the abyss, Cyran will be the first to welcome them.
Now that I have gotten all this off my chest, I can sleep soundly. If there is a (5), it won't be about Cyran anymore, I promise.
Wesker being the type of person to enjoy touching your neck, just to remind himself of two things;
1. You’re alive, he can feel your pulse.
2. You trust the same hands that have caused so much pain and death to rest on such a vulnerable spot.
He understands how powerful yet fragile trust is. He knows it can make or break so much; define so much about someone’s life and their world. He breaks it as much as he builds it. He’s broken others’ trust in him before, but he won’t break yours, and that’s why he so often reminds himself that it’s still there.
He’ll rest his hand against the back of your neck while you’re doing paperwork, or he’ll brush his fingers over your pulse while you talk, and every time you tilt your head and welcome his touch he’ll smile to himself. Finally he has one person’s trust he knows he’ll never have to ruin, nor does he ever want to.
Hello friends, I have an important announcement to make about Victor Gideon and Zeno Wesker communities here on Tumblr as I was previously a moderator in both communities.
I understand that most people probably weren’t aware of the drama that was happening behind the scenes, so I’ll keep this short:
The old admin of those communities was banning people and removing posts at their discretion and then suddenly they made the communities private and left. Sadly, we cannot convert them back to public according to Tumblr’s help center.
What this means is that those communities are now invisible and inaccessible to anyone outside it, making them dead. We don’t know why the old admin did this.
Because of this, we’ve created new communities and would like to invite all previous members (and new people) there. Our goal is to provide a safe space for people to enjoy this fandom without unnecessary drama, and to allow everyone to express themselves freely without posts being removed or users being banned without explanation.
The moderation team in the new communities will keep rules transparent, and I encourage anyone with questions to contact me or the other admins. The previous admin was not accessible and there was no transparency around moderation decisions…. so we wanted to change that.
I’m leaving the links to the new communities here and everyone is welcome to join:
ZENO WESKER
VICTOR GIDEON
please share this post with your friends who were in those communities to help rebuild the chaotic energy we had!
I’m really sorry for everyone who went through this frustrating situation, and thank you for your patience
Summary: Zeno is stressed and needs some comfort. You are happy to give.
Warnings: None. Fluff.
Word Count: 1,148
I am getting the hang of writing in Second POVs now, and I hope you guys are enjoying them too. This is my first attempt at writing Zeno so forgive me if it's crappy.
Please reblog and comment, feedback is highly appreciated!
Please enjoy,
These nights were not as uncommon as many would believe but were cherished all the time. The sun had dipped down, sinking below the horizon, casting the world in its dying light of gold, yellows and oranges. From this view of the penthouse, you could see the source itself sink beyond the edge and vanish entirely. Zeno never thought much of it but you often found yourself standing at the balcony to watch the sun set when you could. Something about it brought a sense of peace and stillness that you found hard to ignore. The way the shadows grew as the sun would set, growing bolder in the absence of light. Thick clusters of trees lined along both sides of the penthouse, branching a little towards the tall hills.
The air was clear and crisp, the kind that lightly prickled your lungs if you inhaled deeply enough. You remained leaning there until that air brought down a chill that nipped your skin, a sign to retreat back inside for the night. The balcony door slid shut before you locked it then set yourself down on one of the three couches that stood surrounding the polished, marble coffee table. Zeno didn’t spare any expense for his own enjoyment, even if the man was rarely here. A part of you believed it was more for show than actual comfort.
Appearances and imagery did matter, you guessed. Which was why you wondered why Zeno kept you around. You weren’t the most luxurious person in the world yet Zeno would shower you in whatever you wanted. Zeno’s way of expressing his admiration, a reminder that he listened to you. He knew your favourite drink. Your favourite food. Your favourite smells, books, music, movies; Zeno accumulated this information like it was valuable information because it was to him.
Flopping down on the second couch, you sunk into the comfortable furniture as you flicked on the ridiculously big TV screen and began cycling through the channels. Nothing good on, as usual. You closed your eyes, held the ‘Channel Down’ button and counted to three before letting go and opening your eyes.
A bloody antique show.
An annoyed groan slipped your lips before tossing the remote on the coffee table and decided to watch. An old man rambling on about a pure white, ceramic vase he had stored in the attic since he was “but a wee lad”. The door to the penthouse creaked open and your head craned up as far as your neck would allow without actually moving off the couch, not ready to give up the comfy position. Standing in front of the closed door, Zeno stood there. His leather coat hung heavily over his shoulders like a cloak, his silver hair slicked back with those dark tinted glasses sitting on his face to conceal those beautiful eyes of his. That beautiful shade of gold that rivaled the sunset. You smiled at the sight of him,
“Over here, Zeno.” You called out, drawing his attention towards the centre of the living room. He shed his thick coat off, hanging it up beside the door before making his way over to you. You noticed that little bit of tension that set his shoulders, the way his lips seemed to press together just a little tighter than usual. Little things many would miss but not you. “Stressful day?” He shifted over to allow him room to sit.
“You have no idea.” His voice slipped his lips like honey, a sound that you could listen to without complaint. The man sat down, his head tilting back a little as he finally let out a low sigh that radiated exhaustion. Not just physically,Zeno couldn’t stress more about his modified genetics and stamina, how someone like him didn’t get close to exhaustion. Regardless, you moved closer to him, deciding to prop yourself upright to sit.
“Gideon is beginning to wear my patience thin. His research demands more funds while his results are yet to prove a single development.” Even if you were suddenly robbed of your eyesight, you would be able to tell that tiny vein that hid just out of his hairline pulse with irritation. The man prided himself of perfection, an unmovable monolith that commanded authority and control. You got to see the tiny chips and cracks in the stone. You saw what he wished to hide from the outside world.
A small smile tugged your lips as you shifted on the couch. Your legs brought up and laid across Zeno’s lap, drawing his gaze to you. Your arms outstretched in a silent invitation. Zeno took in your invitation and decided to accept. Though, he gave a small huff as if he was doing you a favour rather than vice versa. Somethings, he never said aloud but he didn’t need to when he had you who could read him like a book.
“Couches are for sitting, you know?” He muttered but didn’t waste time settling in your arms. His body resting atop of your with your legs slightly parted and his head resting on your chest. He felt your arms wrap around so your fingers could gently comb through his hair, a gesture that made something inside him feel calm. Comforted, even. In this penthouse, the outside world remained outside. He allowed his shoulders to slump a little, the tension slowly melting from them as he felt your fingers brush through his silver hair while your other hand rubbed circles between his shoulder blades, easing the muscle a little.
The smell of you pulling him into a space he never wished to leave. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat is a soothing melody for him to drown himself into. Everything about you brought a calmness that settled to his very cells. Some days, he found himself seeking out your mere presence if he was stressed enough. Just the feeling of you in his arms made the next day that little more tolerable.
Your fingers moved from his hair down to the black veins that marred the side of his face. A gentle warmth danced over them as he felt you trace each one as if it was something to admire, and not a reminder of one of the many failures he accounted for. He wondered what you saw of him. A relic of the past that seemed to lack small pieces of the greater whole? Or a man who was more important to you than anything in the world?
Zeno silently prayed for it to be the latter.
“I’ve got you, darling.” You spoke softly as you went back to combing his hair, your gaze on the TV screen again as the old man seemed to be complaining over fifty dollars for the vase. “Is there nothing else on other than this pathetic drab?” Zeno enquired and you shook your head,
Zeno & the child inside him
Took inspiration from "The Omen Bairn" item description in Elden Ring.
To the child that was brought to life with no warmth nor love.
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