THE FIELD IS EMPTY, SLOSHED WITH GOLD. THERE MUST BE AN OBJECT SO LAND A MAN THERE, SOLID ON HIS FEET, IN A FIELD FULLY FLOODED, THE LIGHT ON HIS SKIN AND BOUNCING OFF HIS SKIN. HE’S EASY TO DESIRE SINCE THERE’S NOT MUCH TO HIM, VAGUE AND SMEARY IN HIS OCHRES, IN HIS UMBERS, BURNING IN THE OPEN FIELD. FORGET ABOUT HIS INSIDES, HIS PLUMBING AND HIS FURNACES. PUT A THING IN HIS HAND AND BE DONE WITH IT. NO ONE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT’S IN HIS HEAD.
crimson punctured the still waters of a nearby lake, morphing once placid ambiance to voracious bloodshed – when was the calm not a storm ‘neath ASHEN SKIN, cinders tickled the edges of his scars ❪ mental & physical ❫, inclination to propel himself off this cliff? the rise & fall of his chest was EXCRUCIATINGLY SLOW, as if the cogs that determined the fate of all life stalled with years of rust. a silent auditor to this man’s recollection of his narrative, gaze fixated on autumn leaves falling from the tree he sat up against.
did i deserve that?
a question he BLUDGEONED himself with daily, each step guiding him further to answers always out of his reach. all he can hear was the quiet lull of his soul, beating in tandem with the war drums of his heart.
‘ – no. ‘
mayhaps alvohyr finally encountered a parallel entity.
‘ you did what you had to do, & those who shame you are the ones at fault. ‘
a gift confronted with uncertainty, shrewd sanguine gaze slowly readjusted to the item in his hands ( disfigured by wounds ARCHAIC & MODERN ). these were habitual – weapons & armor ordinarily situated at feet back in morrowind, fervid worshipers & illustrious champions striving to acquire the nerevarine’s affections. but he was conscious ( ephemeral hours of dawn & dusk when this world SPURNED HIS EXISTENCE, torturous recollections of sins past & present, betrayal’s grudge everlasting ) of the offering’s candor. fingers pulled down cloth that veiled the lower-half of his visage, disclosing jarred ash – consequence of ancestors’ folly.
‘ … thank you, inquisitor. ‘
empyrean flora on brown stems, white & blue in pigment. ( his mother once wore a dress with these colors. )
outofchara. list of things i head canon for branson cullen ( there’s like zero info on the dude other than him being the younger brother of cullen & having a son ).
directs this to @leonicor.
the signature “ head scratch “ runs in the family.
a rogue type ( archer / dual blades ). reason for this is to act as the foil to cullen’s warrior ( sword & shield ) class.
will definitely scream at the inquisitor if they encouraged his older brother to continue taking lyrium.
his “ son ” is actually a mabari. i don’t subscribe to branson having an actual son ( unless he picked them up as an orphan ) because he’s very much wild & free. settling down & having to potentially deal with a spouse who’d be perturbed by his constant travel isn’t something he wants to dwell on.
the kind of person who says “ blackmail is such an ugly word. i prefer to call this a... negotiation. ”
cullen says “ punch them “ during war table missions & branson says “ scare them. “
i don’t know the color of hair that their ( as in the entire family ) father & mother have, but obviously one of them had blond hair. i love the idea of the other sporting a different color ( brown, black or red ) & branson inheriting that instead.
did not pursue a career in the chantry but instead stayed at home for a while longer before pursuing his own path. ( his parents would be devastated if their second son also left at the same time ). if he DID follow a path in the chantry, he’d been a seeker.
i love ??? the idea of the rutherford brothers being two sides of the same coin. cullen has blonde hair & light eyes. branson has a different hair color & dark eyes. cullen is the warrior. branson is the rogue. but at the same time, they compliment each other & are alike in more ways than one.
thinking about branson’s reaction upon learning that cullen wanted to become a templar. that his parents told their youngest son to be “ brave “ for both his sisters -- especially rosalie, the youngest of the rutherford children. him replying to cullen’s declaration playfully like his family, but internally he’s just :)) “ why . . . . . . “
a bunch of wolf & hound symbolism surrounding him, in contrast to cullen’s lion motif.
joins the inquisition as a companion either prior to haven’s destruction or after.
branson !!! looking up to cullen !!! even after so many years !!!!
family reunion because he probably ( see: definitely ) hasn’t seen his older brother in years.
branson having a ton of scars from battle because he traveled a lot. him talking about how he acquired each one but don’t you dare ask him about the scar that’s on his chest ( & eerily close to his heart ).
has a positive outlook on blood magic because he was once saved by a blood mage ( they stopped the flow of blood that would have otherwise killed him ). believes it can be used for healing / protection.
has such a good way with animals like ... he gives off this unique aura & they calm down around him.
knowing how to make sweets because of this weird job he took & ever since then, continues to perfect his technique.
3-5 years younger than cullen seams reasonable tbh.
21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?
development // closed.
first, an acknowledged quality: he actively manipulates everyone – it matters not your relationship to him. if confronting an individual who either 1) has the capacity to sabotage all he endeavored to earn or 2) was one of the multitudes of those who goaded him in years past, alvohyr will establish a convoluted scheme to ruin them internally. masquerading as a cordial, weathered vagabond takes no effort: when chances demonstrate themselves, there will be meager time for his target to climb out with everything in equilibrium. he actively explores for SOVEREIGNTY – at the cost of men, women & neutral persuasions who ponder on him with undiluted contempt.
distance is PRINCIPAL to the nerevarine, whether that is by assembling falsehoods from thin air or purposefully wrapping them around his finger ( this is how he conquered the socio-economic hierarchy – utilizing their forte against nobility, guard & civilian alike ). he is downright numb to harvesting authentic friendships. if anything, they seldom crop up but if it happens, alvohyr is an obstinate dunmer & will combat the person’s advances.
ironically, he is willing to converse with just about anybody – HOWEVER, unwarranted small talk easily bores him & unless it is not obligatory to current business, one may find themselves absent of an audience. fleeting contact is preferable to prolonged discussion: strangers won’t be able to cement a secure connection with someone who keeps backing out at random intervals.
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