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[kyratti]

pagan: stabs a man to death in a blind rage

ajay, who doesn’t go here:

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          “Wasn’t planning on it, my boy.” He smiles, once again inspecting the wound before grabbing a band-aid. “If she asks, just say you tripped in the backyard. I’ll tell her the same.” Pagan was the more lenient parent. The one who you went to when you wanted the answer to be “yes.” The king sighs, lightly tapping Ajay’s leg with his finger before helping him up. “You might want to wash your face, my boy. Don’t want your mother seeing you like this when she gets back from her trip.” He knew for a fact that Ishwari would be upset with not just Ajay, but Pagan as well, for letting her precious little boy outside with no one to watch him. She never made him feel like a bad father, but he was afraid that ( since this was the first time he’d actually watched over Ajay by himself ), she’d take this as a hint that Pagan may not be the best babysitter. “I won’t tell her, as long as you don’t tell her that I fed you candy for breakfast.”

[kyratti]

“ okay, ” the boy nodded, gaining control of his breathing once again, calming down once the king assured him his cut-off mischief was to remain secret. the life of a prince was all he’d known, and it frustrated him to be isolated when the wide world he could see from his window was out there- full of new things, new people. ignorant as he was about the war that had threatened to destroy the man he called ‘father’, the children he saw playing in the villages far from the walls of the palace intrigued him, made him wish there was someone other than his baby sister to play with, as smart as she was already. the normally stoic child let a giggle slip from his lips. “ I won’t, but I’m gonna tell her you let lakshmana stay up past seven! ”

[kyratti]

{ GENERAL INFORMATION } Name: ajay ghale Age: 26 Species: human Gender: male Orientation: bisexual Profession: benevolent fuck-up, golden path soldier, possibly a king

{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS } Body type: slim, somewhat athletic  Hair: black Eyes: brown Skin: medium Height: 5′10″

{ FAMILY } Family: mohan ghale, ishwari ghale, pagan min? Siblings: lakshmana min Parents alive?: no Any pets?: yes [ ] | no [x]

{ SKILLS } Physical prowess: fast learner when it comes to weaponry, strong with fast reflexes  Speed: fast Magic: N/A Other skills: ?

{ LIKES } Colours: blue, green Smells: sandalwood Food: fast food Fruits: apples Drinks: coffee, tea, etc.

{ OTHER DETAILS } Smokes?: Yes [ ] | No [ ]  | Occasionally [x] Drugs?: Yes [ ] | No [ ] | Occasionally [x] Driver license?: Yes [ x ] | No [ ] | Other [ ] Ever been arrested?: Yes [ x ] | No [ ] | Almost [ ]

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           Once he notices the drying trails of tears, the king frowns. “Hey.” He coos softly, cupping his cheek with his hand. “It’s going to be okay. It’s just a little scar, it’ll heal.” He smiles apologetically, knowing that he’s not the best at comforting. He kisses Ajay’s head, then he takes the first aid kit from one of the servants, digging the contents out before grabbing a cloth and a bottle of water, wetting it before starting to wipe off the boy’s leg. “This might hurt a bit, okay? You can squeeze my arm if it does.” He knew he shouldn’t have let Ajay go out alone. Time and time again, the boy was tripping over his own feet while walking around the palace, and the king made sure that he had someone watching over him at all hours of the day.

[kyratti]

ajay pouted beside the man, squirming around in discomfort as he began to clean the wound. as instructed, he squeezed his father’s arm as hard as he could, closing his eyes until he felt the cloth retreat. “ don’t tell mom, ” he blurted, something pleading in his wide gaze. he knew he'd never go outside unaccompanied again if ishwari found out he’d hurt himself, her overprotectiveness a serious obstacle when it came to trying to make friends down in the villages. he wasn’t allowed, he knew that, but he didn’t know why. it seemed to him that he and lakshmana should have every right to kick around a battered rubber ball in the dust as any other kyrati child. “ please? ”

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          When Ajay calls his name, Pagan looks up from his book. Eyes widen as he quickly inspects the boy’s ripped pant leg, and he gets up, rushing over and bending down to survey the damage. Once he realizes it was just his scraped leg, he scoops the boy up, carrying him to the nearest couch and setting him down. “And where did you get this?” He asks, eyes narrowing as he peers in at the scrape. He turns for a moment, barking for someone to clean up the muddied mess, and to grab him a first aid kit, then he turns his complete attention back to Ajay, hand now on his shoulder. He’d never been the overly protective type, but now that he had not one, but two kids to worry about, he’d been over the moon with making sure they never got hurt.

[kyratti]

the young boy melted into the king’s embrace, holding back tears that had already made clean streaks on his grime-covered face. he clung to his arm as he inspected the wound, breathing short and choppy as he tried not to cry in front of his father. that afternoon had been the first time he’d been allowed to play outside without someone watching over him like a hawk, and of course he’d tripped and tumbled down a hill, leg getting cut on a sharp rock on the way down. he’d limped his way back home, mud-covered clothing heavy and wet, wiping at his face with small hands. he shook his head, embarrassed for a moment before he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest, quiet voice barely making an impact in the humid summer air. “ I fell. ”

[kyratti]

pagan: you can shoot me- boring, or you could sit down and have a nice meal

chaos verse ajay:

[kyratti]

in his prince verse ajay is at least 10% more dramatic because. I Mean. just look at who raised him

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[kyratti]

WHICH GREEK GOD / GODDESS DO YOU REFLECT THE MOST ?

ARTEMIS 

In the classical period of Greek mythology, Artemis was often described as the daughter of Zeus and Leto, and the twin sister of Apollo. She was the Hellenic goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, virginity and protector of young girls, bringing and relieving disease in women; she often was depicted as a huntress carrying a bow and arrows. The deer and the cypress were sacred to her. In many modern practices, she is recognized as a protector of lesbians.

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          “Well, you could always.. come inside, have a nice meal. Maybe even stay the night? I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve slept in a real bed.” His suggestions are innocent enough. He’s aware of the poor living conditions of the Kyrati people, and he’s also aware that Ajay’s been out at odd hours of the night trying to undo all of Pagan’s mistakes. He just wanted the boy home, safe with him. Not that he feels like he’s fucked up royally, but the king knows he hasn’t been the best stepfather. This wouldn’t have been the case if the boy didn’t just sit and wait for him at dinner the first day he arrived, but nevertheless, that can all be changed. Pagan smiles and offers his hand, head tilting. “Come, my boy.”

[kyratti]

he hadn’t bothered to think past pagan’s assassination before; sabal and amita had done that for him, clawing at each others throats day and night as the future of kyrat hung by a thread in the balance. but it had turned out backwards- with the ambitious young leaders slain by their star soldier & the king alive and well. ajay was quiet for a moment as he turned over the offer in his head. the last hour alone had unlocked a wealth of knowledge he had gone around unaware of for 26 years, never suspecting there was something beyond their shitty apartment in the city. he didn’t take pagan’s hand, but he nodded quietly, followed beside him. “ I think I killed what was left of your servants, ” he paused, looking away from the king, voice somewhere between sarcastic & sincere. “ sorry. ”

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Pᴀɢᴀɴ Mɪɴ; Fᴀʀ Cʀʏ ₄

[kyratti]

no trace of the cool, calm, collected friend ajay thought he knew so well presented itself in the man that leaned over the table before him. the war stretched back farther than either of them had been alive, but it hadn’t changed. a dictator against the people over, and over, and over again. only now the king was finally dead, and sabal was perfectly posed to take his place.

ajay was quiet for a moment, trying to think of something that would convince the man to spare the foot soldiers held hostage by traditionalists of the old world. 

“ we can bargain with them- to make peace, ” he gestured to the door, to the temple that stood beyond it, safe & sound. “ if you give them something, they might give you something in return. ”

[kyratti]

au where jason is hired to be ajay's body double

ah, yes. no one will suspect a thing 

[kyratti]

pagan: that’s it! if you can’t act right during the press conference, I’ll have to get someone to stand in for you.

ajay: what-

pagan: meet phillip, your body double

ajay:

ajay: does this mean I don’t have to go or

[kyratti]

HC: in his prince verse ajay first discovers casual styles ( like the windbreaker he wears 24/7 in the fc4 verse ) when he tags along on a business trip to america. to pagan’s displeasure, he refuses to wear anything but american eagle joggers & sweatshirts for the next couple months.

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