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Synopsis: A single voice resounded in his mind. Was a soul’s fate still tied to his?
While thinking that he has reached the end of his tribulations, Il Capitano discovers the last ounce of cruelty Celestia bestowed upon him and you. [A Soulmate AU - Angst - GN!Reader]
a/n: I have yet to finish the archon quest (although I have read quite a few things about it and did watch the parts in which Il Capitano was) so there might be some elements that stray from the canon.
Warnings: There are spoilers for Il Capitano's story and the Archon Quest.
Word count : 1295
I do not consent for my work to be used in any way by AI.
Deafening Silence.
This was the very first thing that hit The Captain.
How long has it been? How long has it been since he last heard silence? How long has it been since the agonized screams of his companions had broken into his mind, merging with his soul? While knowing the exact answer to those questions, he was certain that mere words would never be able to convey what he has been through. He had always refused to ask those questions, never wanted to. Even now, guilt ate away at him because he had dared formulate them in his mind. After all, those who suffered the most were his companions. They were the ones who were unable to know rest, stuck in between realms, agony taking ahold of them day and night. He merely carried them with him, listening to their pleas.
Now, they could finally rest.
Before his eyes, a dark canvas stained by thousands upon thousands of stars, some of them fell down, leaving beautiful golden strokes behind them before eventually disappearing in the horizon upon which sky and sea were woven. The Captain…
No, Thrain.
Thrain slowly got up from the sitting position he hadn’t even realized he had kept even after reaching the Night Kingdom. Nothing remained of the throne upon which he had been sitting but smoke. Smoke that eventually faded away in the seemingly infinite landscape. Where was the realm’s limit? Was there even such a thing as a limit in the Night Kingdom?
One step at the time, he marched towards the horizon.
One step at the time…
He began to run towards it.
Running and running until his unfeeling consciousness had its fill.
His gaze abandoned the endless sky and fell down upon the water beneath his feet. Piercing blue eyes stared back at him, his complexion still mostly hidden away by his helmet. He closed them and, without much thought, his hands -still hidden away by his gauntlets- reached up, took ahold of the helmet and stripped it away. The movement was just as steady as when he would duel. Yet, what he saw in the starry sea faltered his resolve.
Once more, those scars were starring back at him. Old, yet still putrid wounds inflicted to him in times past. Perhaps, his desire to hide them away from the world was partly caused by his own desire to ignore them. Yet, part of him did not want to put the helmet back. He kneeled down and carefully put the piece of armor on the surface of the water, hiding his face from his view. The same fate awaited his gauntlets and armguards. As he removed them, he revealed decay and old bruises to the curious yet voiceless Night. The soft clinking of the metal was the sole proof and reminder that he hadn’t suddenly gone completely deaf.
“They are not the only ones who can now rest, right..?”
A soft, hesitant, almost fearful voice resounded in his mind. Alarmed he turned around, seeking its owner. As he found none, Thrain couldn’t help but feel his heart clench. Was a soul left behind? Unable to reach the other realm’s shore… Was it stuck with him? Yet it didn’t sound as pained as his former companions’.
“You can hear me?”
A gasp had preceded the question, and a suffocated sob had followed it. His guard rose up. Was it another being stuck in the Night Realm? Was there a piece of the deal made by Mavuika that was left in the dark? Seemingly unfazed by his lack of verbal answer, the voice continued despite the strain.
“You know, I really thought that you had decided to ignore me…that was until I heard their voices and then, I realized that you were simply taken away from me ⎯ yet another fate awaiting you... I kept asking myself what we had done to deserve such a destiny. I thought that you would never get to rest, that you would never get to hear my voice because it was drowned in others’ cries…”
Realization dawned on him as your pained voice kept echoing around him…No, inside of his mind. As you let your heart pour down on him, he understood that his fate had been, in fact, woven to another’s. Such cruelty. Why had your life been entwined with his? You had tried to reach out to him, yet he never heard you. You, on the other hand, had to hear the agonized echoes that resounded in his mind. Could you even cut off your connection from time to time? Even if the issue was now resolved, you were stuck with a fated partner that would never wake up. One that was eternally sent to another Realm. You would perish long before him…
Your voice, which has stopped without him even realizing, resumed.
“Nameless Soulmate, please, don’t…You’re suffering as well…”
His frantic thoughts quieted down, leaving silence in their wake. Yet, his voice was the one that could be heard next.
“You’re kind.”
“You are too; I know it.”
Thrain’s eyes looked up, starring at the countless pale stars above him.
“Even if we are destined to never meet, I’m still happy I got to hear your voice, at least once in my lifetime.”
He could feel his heartbeat pick up, reminding him that the organ had been there all along, that it hadn’t yet turned to stone despite the long years and the curse. He wondered, what could your life have been like if he had met you back in Khaenri'ah? How would your eyes have sparkled then? What color were they? How soft would your skin have felt under his touch? Would you have kissed his, not yet corroded, face? What would have been the name of your firstborn? How would your face have lit up at the sight of the sea the first time he would have taken you there…?
A stray tear fell down his face.
And then another one,
And another one,
And in the end, sobs erupted from his chest, his scarred fingers reaching out for his tunic, grabbing at it. All this time, he had never even considered the idea that a monster such as him could have a soulmate, that he would ever get to hear their voice…That this voice would sound so soft even after bearing the souls’ cries while thinking that its fated partner had forsaken it all along. Yet here you were. Despite every buried feeling that was slowly clawing its way back to him, he could still hear you trying your best to sooth him, reassuring him as you could in spite of everything that had happened. Although you had never seen him, you shared his thoughts and have clearly had a good indication of the state of his body, of his skin…You knew that you might never meet…And yet, you comforted him…
When he felt that his voice was steady enough, he uttered a few words.
A few words that didn’t seem to belong to the fearless Captain, First of the Fatui Harbinger or to Thrain the khaenri’ahn Commander.
They belonged to a soul that had shouldered much more than it should have. A bright and beautiful soul, one that had fought selflessly… One that had finally discovered that fate had blessed and cursed him at the same time by entwining his life with another’s…
“Thrain… That is the name that was given to me. What is yours...?”
Yet, he wanted to hold onto this bond, even if it were to never see the daylight. Now that everything had come to an end, perhaps he could bare his soul to you, even a little bit.
Synopsis : Your lover, plagued by thoughts, is afraid to fall asleep.
A short and soft Arlecchino x GN!Reader fanfiction.
a/n : This is my first attempt at such a short format, I can't tell if it brings as much comfort as I wanted it to bring but here it is in any case. May you have a pleasant reading ! Also, all of this emerged because I had a very specific image in mind while making a Playlist so here it is as well.
Word count : 612.
I do not consent for my work to be used in any way by AI.
Tendrils of dust danced around the room, illuminated by the Moon’s pale glow.
The Knave’s room, a stage on which the two of you thrived.
Her fingers were entangled in your hair, her gaze lingering on your sleeping form.
The events in Fontaine had taken quite the toll on her despite her unwillingness to admit such a thing. Yet, she couldn’t let her resolve falter. Project Stuzha was slowly coming to fruition; those accursed bureaucrats were probably jubilating. They were awaiting her and her children’s fall although they would never say it out loud. A sigh escaped her lips. Her free hand found its way on your back, softly rubbing circles on it in an attempt to ground herself.
How many restless nights has it been? How many would be enough? She was worried. Worried about the fate that might befall on the Children if she were to let her guard down. Worried that someday, you would lose all sense of self because of the erosion that was slowly but surely eating you away.
Yet, she would never admit to it.
Your head rested on her bare thighs, your form curled around hers, seeking her warmth. Arlecchino unknowingly started tracing the few scars littered around your back, oblivious to the fact that you were stirring away from sleep.
As her eyes drifted in the distance, seemingly seeking answers in the Moon’s shape, your hand reached her cheek, softly stroking it. For a second, you swore that she appeared startled. An unusual look and an unusual reaction.
“Arle… What is on your mind?”
Your unsteady, groggy voice, still heavy from slumber, reached her ears. She looked back at you, her hands stopping in their tracks.
“Everything is alright, Dear. You should go back to sleep.”
Although still somewhat disoriented because of your awakening, you could tell that she wasn’t telling the truth. To be fair, she hadn’t even answered your initial question. Yet, there wasn’t much that could be done on your end. You knew that she preferred for others to know little about what was going on in her mind, in her life… to know little about her. This included you. You knew that you probably knew more about your lover than most but, despite that, she wanted to keep you in the dark about certain matters.
You weren’t exactly certain what could be done in order to sooth her seemingly cloudy mind. Tentatively, you got up and embraced her frame, guiding her head to your chest. Your hands found their way in her hair, stroking it, massaging her scalp. She remained unmoving for a little while, her eyes halfway opened, staring in the emptiness. Absentmindedly, her hands found solace on your back. Those hands, a testimony of her curse. There were times when - despite knowing deep down that it wouldn’t actually happen – she feared that the curse might engulf you as well.
You planted a kiss on the crown of her head.
“Would you like to lie down with me?”
Imposing sleep on her wasn’t necessarily a good option, especially since you weren’t sure exactly what made her so distressed, but you couldn’t bear seeing her this way while doing nothing. She hummed in response, and you guided her body against yours, cradling her in your embrace.
Your familiar scent, your mostly soft skin, your steady breath, your delicate touch…
Perhaps a couple of hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt in the end.
Her eyes, crossed by garnet, closed themselves for the first time in a long while.
For the first time in a long time, she had decided to succumb to the sweetest of temptations.
