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( I totally forgot I had this screenshot from the whole Lord thing so here’s a fun theory time while I clean my camera roll and reformat my Bryon/Lorsan headcanons google doc to something manageable. )
I always found this specific interaction interesting because on multiple occasions Lorsan brags about being the one to find Merlin. Which even Lyca points out he didn’t really do shit lmao.
However…
When he has the ‘Lord Lorsan’ title thrown back at him he actively humbles right the fuck down. It’s weird
If you choose the alternative dialogue option and call Lorsan shameless he doesn’t have the same reaction. It’s only if you call him Lord.
Why would a character who’s shown to be a tad bit conceited reject an actually well acknowledged, difficult to achieve, and revered title like that?
~ for your consideration ~
Lorsan hates the title of Lord because he never had to actually do anything to get it. He was born smart and born talented and was given his title off pure luck and maybe a mild amount of work.
Compare that to Lyca, who worked tirelessly to become captain of the dusk patrollers (and still doesn’t think she’s as impressive as her brother)
Compare that to Eironn, who’s entire character arch across two games is him striving to become a better swordsman and someone who wants to become worthy of being the scion of the lucent tree
Hell even Bryon had to work to become (in his words) “capable” as a wind whisper
Lorsan hates his title because he doesn’t actually feel like he deserves it
So much of Lorsan’s character arch is dedicated to him not feeling like he’s strong enough. And he’s not. And he knows it.
I’m gonna preface what I’m about to say next because it’s gonna sound mean but I do love this rabbit dearly
I got the angst potential bugs and they’re out for blood
In terms of the quest to save the Dark Forest Lorsan is practically useless
What’s the point of being the best of the perception faction when the decay and death of your home it’s impossible to miss? What’s the point in trying to fight back if Lorsan and everyone around him acknowledges he’s not a strong enough fighter to do much besides get himself killed? What’s the point of being the most gifted wind whisper if all it ever does is convince him to abandon his own safety and everyone who’s loved him in favor of seeing a cruel but beautiful world beyond the tree line? What’s the point in having a title if it’s just empty words that put him above those he desperately wants to stand besides?
How do you live with that?
He doesn’t take credit for his title because he doesn’t want empty praises. He does take credit for finding Merlin because that’s the one thing he actually did with his own two hands to save the forest. And even then it’s still someone else’s strength he’s hiding behind
Genuinely I think what drew me to Lorsan’s character is because he’s so desperately a person who wants to become something greater. He’s genuinely kind, and considerate, and tries to make up for some of his shortcomings. He still tries his best even when he knows it’s likely not enough.
(As a former gifted kid who outgrew all their talents but still wants to be something good enough the projection is real)
Also sry this really rambled lol. His character is so fun I love dissecting it :3c
On that note, PLEASE LET HIM BE RECRUITABLE SOON I NEED HIM
I love this!!! 😭😭❤️❤️ you’ve written him out so well!
Do you think it’s also why he was a troublemaker in school? Maybe he knew that this was all too easy for him, and that everyone else worked so hard while he got the easy route. Maybe he didn’t want to stand with his peers and possibly bring them down, and so he skipped classes and ran around on his own. All his friends struggled and learned through their own experiences, but he didn’t have that.
Arden probably knew, and it could’ve also been an underlying issue he was trying to help him out with during their teachings together. 😢
Also here’s the end bit of Lorsan’s story because I think it’s really cool
I love his last line there, “what can you tell me that the wind hasn’t already?” It’s so cool, and really emphasizes his close relationship with the wind (。 ́︿ ̀。)
cw: sub!heizou, dom!reader, penetration but i still tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, overstimulation, slight feminization
a/n: hey god, it’s me again 💀
“And? Is that all you’ve recently learned, Detective?”
“L-Lay off it already, you know that our culprit is a tough one.” Heizou defended himself, stuttering as he struggled to focus.
Detective partners, that was all you were. Right, nothing more.
Heizou’s ass smacked with your thighs repeatedly as he continued to ride you. He breathed hastily, feeling his core tighten. His own thighs were shaking but he still thought of what the possible reason was that this culprit of his kept getting away.
Both of you have been stuck on the case for weeks until a red-faced Heizou approached you, claiming that cumming helped him think clearer. Now, whether that was a ploy to get you to have sex with him because he had underlying feelings or he was actually telling the truth, you couldn’t tell. But who could pass up an opportunity like this. The one and only, Heizou.
“(Name)—”
“Maybe if you moaned the culprit’s name like that, they’d come out.”
His body shivered, cock staining your body. He stammered an apology but knew that it was worth nothing. If he wanted to apologize, he knew what to do already.
“Sorry, couldn’t help it…” He uttered, laying on top of you as he used his tongue to clean you up.
“Do you do this with the others too? Let them fuck your brains out until you form a definite conclusion?” You asked him out of curiosity, though a hint of harshness laid within.
“N-No, just you, (Name).”
“Good. Should we try out another position then?” You offered him, putting Heizou beneath you who’s stamina was already depleted yet still, he didn’t deny you. Letting him be used as a fucktoy as much as you want.
With just a blow of air from your mouth, his cock hardened once more. You couldn’t help but giggle. “I really can’t tell if you’re getting any work done except taking me inside you.”
Heizou’s back arched, grabbing the futon below him. His eyes closed while he felt you roughly entered, pushing inside him even though he’s already filled enough. Ah, but he could definitely fit more of your length, couldn’t he? The great Heizou would never disappoint, right?
“T-Too much! W-Wait! Ahhn!”
He let out a high pitched shriek and if you weren’t looking, you could’ve totally mistook it for a girl. “Be quiet now. Although, I’m sure no one would expect such a voice would come from you.”
“(N-Name)!”
“What? Want me to call you a good girl?”
“That’s not it…” He looked away, though his body was saying otherwise with the way he flinched when you mentioned it.
A grin presented on your face as you exited out of him. Heizou tried to sit back up only to fail, watching you leave the room and come back with something in hand. “Stay still…”
You raised his head up, pulling away the hair tie he usually wore with his ponytail. “Ow!” He shouted, your hands pulling on the hair on his scalp. You felt proud of your idea and showed him his reflection, making Heizou stunned. Instead of the usual ponytail, he now had twin tails.
“I’m still not done, Heizou-chan~”
You could tell he was getting a bit pissed, though still as cute as ever. You inserted inside him again, but Heizou seemed more sensitive than usual. Immediately gasping and cum leaking out of his cock already. “Don’t get too distracted, Mr. Detective. Remember your goal.”
“The one w-who’s been causing chaos lately–ah!” Heizou’s legs wrapped around yours, tightening against you.
“They’re retreating…to L-Liyue!”
He choked on his own tears, knowing that he’s nearing another orgasm. “F-Faster, please!”
“Great work, detective.”
His hips violently shook as you pounded roughly, screaming as he came, not caring if others were to hear him anymore. Cum decorated his thighs and leaked between his ass, breathing heavily while his eyes fluttered looking at your face.
You left him to rest for a while and ended up on the rented place’s balcony, only dressed in a kimono for decency.
“What is it, (Name)?” A voice from your left asked.
“Tell The Tsaritsa that everything’s going to plan.”
I’m happy I finally finished this comic X3 (took me about half month, haha). I’m sorry I didn’t include Rak and the others, but I’m not sorry for creating this.
Before you read, I’m warning you, this will hurt I think? So yea…uh…get yourself ready. (If you’re not, then I suggest you to scroll past this long post and come back when you are ready.)
The first time Bam saw Khun smile without any reservations was when he put the small blue bandanna on his hair, tying up his curly bangs and revealing his huge innocent golden eyes.
Shibisu, Rak, and Hatz were laughing in the background as Khun finished.
“There.” Khun smiled.
Bam blinked back at him, confusion apparent in his eyes. “What?”
And then Khun joined on the laughing fit.
Bam swears he was hearing something melodious when Khun laughed. His golden eyes were glued to the lightbearer, taking in his angelic features.
He also swears to do anything just to see that smile and hear that laugh again.
If tying his hair up in a blue bandanna works—
“Mr. Khun, Can I keep the bandanna?”
Bam thought he messed up when Khun stopped laughing and just stared at him. And then, as if everything clicked into place, Khun offered him another smile.
It wasn’t like the smile he showed earlier. The one where he took all his walls down.
It was a smile that radiates warmth. A smile that made Bam feel sad.
He doesn’t know why.
The only thing he knows is that he felt Khun let go of something when he smiled like that.
Something he cherished.
“Sure, Bam.” Khun told him. “Please take care of it for me.”
Bam wanted to hug him in that moment and tell him to stop crying, except—
Khun wasn’t crying.
And he was still new at the concept of physical contact. He doesn’t know if that would make Khun feel better. He doesn’t know if that will make himself feel better.