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Peter Solarz
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@incorrect-licanius
Made after finished book 1
Literally half the characters in the Licanius Trilogy:
FIRST step to enjoying any media is getting attached to the character whose suicidal tendencies are the most obvious
Second step is shipping them with whoever they are most likely to become codependent with.
bro last night was totally redacted! last night was fully expunged from the record. bro, do you... can you remember last night? what did we do...? what did... did we hurt someone? bro? why won't you look at me? what did I do...? whose blood is this...? bro...?
I say shit like "If my memory serves me" knowing damn well it serves the dark lord
if i was immortal killing myself would be my hobby and like i truly believe it would fix something in me. i do
Gotta be one of my favourite genders. Shout out to Turin. Shout out to Caeden
What if you gave your boybestie the only weapon that could ever kill you because you knew no matter what he would never hurt a friend. And then he proceeded to use it to kill everyone else in your friend group. But still you refused to believe he would use it on you until the sword’s in your chest and he’s holding you as your life slips away.
thought a little too hard about the venerate and now i'm going to explode and blow up and die i think
what if you were promised you could unshackle the chains of fate, that you could fix things, and that every terrible means you need to use for your ends would - eventually, once and for all, when it's done and over with - be erased, and the only thing that would be left would be the victory. that everything could be fixed in the end, no matter how badly you have to break it now. if you could come home, not just victor, but hero and savior and with every cruelty and sacrifice repaired so that no one knows you've even done them, because in this world you haven't
what if it was you and yours, together, people you've known for longer than anone else who understand and who want what you want - people who get it, when no one else can, after how long it's been and how much you've done and how much you've traded and sacrificed and become for the one goal, when no one else could possibly understand. And then one of your number lost their mind and gave up on the perfect shining goal, and in only a hundred years or so - the blink of an eye, to you, immortals, around for thousands of years at the minimum - kills several of your number before you finally band together and put an end to it. When before, you were somewhere between friends and family. When, in spite of everything, you still are.
and with roadblocks in the way and stresses and hardships for a thousand years, you work at it, you try to get the things moving again. it takes a thousand years. and at the very end you find out you've been betrayed from the inside again, that your most dedicated member has changed his mind, or lost it, or both. frankly, definitely both. tal does not have his fucking mind together, half the series he's amnesiac and the other half he's a zealot unwilling to even consider peace with the people who have known him longer than half these societies have existed.
And then one by one, within less than a decade, the rest of your number are dead, and so is he. When the only constant in your lives across the millenia has been that you cannot die. And the world will never be fixed, if it ever even could have been.
anyway i'm going to go cry for eight million hours now.
this scene/character doodle dump will be so niche it physically hurts
I'm reading the trilogy for the first time(50% through book 2) and I need to know if I'm the only one who's constantly thinking about how I wish the Venerate could just be one big happy family all the time
omg new reader hi!! Oh yeah in another world the Venerate is a happy found family but in this one, we get all the angst instead 😭
My interpretation of Davian from the Licanius trilogy by James Islington.
Essence.
Kan.
My interpretation of Caeden from the Licanius trilogy by James Islington.
Tal’kamar
caeden | tal'kamar is so very normal about his identity
this is probably an incomplete collection of quotes. he's so messed up. i love him.
“And my name is Caeden now. I’ve changed. The man I was before is gone.” Meldier shook his head. “No. Here, your name will always be Devaed,” he said quietly, bitterness in his tone. Caeden grimaced at that, glancing away.
(An Echo of Things to Come, chapter 15)
“Why do you never refer to me as Devaed?” he asked quietly. Garadis cocked his head to the side. “Because that is not who you are—and it never was. It is the name you chose in order to instill fear in us, the name you chose because you wanted to pretend that your sins were not yours to own. But when we speak of you, Tal’kamar, we speak of you—for better or worse. Whether destroyer or savior, we will never let you hide behind another name.”
(An Echo of Things to Come, chapter 40)
“You need…” Asha trailed off with a humorless laugh. “Of course you do.” She looked him in the eye. “The thing is, Tal’kamar, I’m not sure that I want anything to do with you.” Caeden flinched. “Tal’kamar,” he repeated, shaking his head. “That’s not my name now.” Asha’s lip curled. “How about Aarkein Devaed?”
(The Light of All That Falls, chapter 15)
Davian shook his head bemusedly and focused back on the man, who had paused a few steps away and was examining him dazedly. “You’re Aarkein Devaed.” The man blanched. “Tal. Just… Tal, please,” he said with a wave of his hand.
(The Light of All That Falls, chapter 26)
“Your choices, Tal. Always your choices. Influences don’t get blame or credit.” Caeden grinned suddenly, the conversation evidently straying into territory familiar to both men. Then he stopped, putting a hand on Davian’s shoulder to halt him as well. “Caeden,” he said firmly, taking a deep breath. “Caeden has always been the best version of me. Tal… Tal died in there.” Davian gave him a lopsided smile, clapping him gently on the back. “Caeden.”
(The Light of All That Falls, chapter 48)
Depiction of Zvaelar from James Islington’s Licanius Trilogy.