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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
— venti’s cheerful expression fades as realization dawns on him. “wait, you really don’t know?” he asks, diluc shaking his head.
[...]
“well, guess i’ll be the one to tell you, hehe.” he sits back, “you’re just like me, my friend. bestowed upon you is a gift from the gods. it seems she really thought you’d be the perfect fit for the patron of war.
companion fic to blood of the new dawn
fandom: genshin impact ship(s): zhongluc rating: teen and up warnings: n / a extra: archon!diluc
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
the old, ancient soul sits quietly in the bedroom of the safehouse that resides in atlas, in control of this body for the first time since the incident with jinn. the other two souls that reside in the young boy’s body merely rest, ozpin thankful, && oscar anxious. it’s rare for ozma to come out willingly, so the youngest soul is rather worried && curious. ozma fixes his orange gloves, something to keep him busy, but the anxiety that he himself is feeling –or so he thinks– keeps rising, && he’s struggling to keep it all together. he thinks about everything he has gone through, && he thinks about how many times he failed && lost everything, including himself. his heart aches in his chest && tears begin to well in jade && gold hues. his emotions cause oscar to borrow his magic && his aura, manifesting a translucent version of himself. the young boy looks sad as he gazes upon ozma, && just like in the vision with jinn, he wants nothing more than to reach out && help him. oscar takes a few steps && sits beside ozma. he stays quiet for a moment, then takes a deep breath, looking to the ancient soul. “ what’s wrong ? ” he asks simply, but he knows the question is loaded. ozma stares at his hands, then he deflates, centuries upon centuries of weight bringing him down. he looks much older, && it’s scary to see so much age on oscar’s own face. “ who am i ? ” the warrior asks, voice strained. oscar bites his lip, “ what do you mean ? ” he asks in confusion. ozma swallows thickly, then buries his head in his hands. “ who am i ? who am i meant to be ? i wasn’t lying when i said i was the combination of every soul i reincarnate with. i’m… i try to think about my life, i try to separate myself from the souls i bond with, i try to dissect what is my life && my experiences, but… i can never get it right. everything i do, everything we do, it all melts together, it all fuses together. i… i don’t know who i am anymore, i barely even remember my life before all this, i barely remember the life before i met her. if it weren’t for jinn, i definitely wouldn’t remember that life at all. i… i don’t know who i am. ” his breath catches && he struggles, tears rolling down tanned, freckled cheeks. “ i’m fighting for this world, but how can i when i’m fading away with every death && rebirth ? ” oscar feels his heart break, “ but… i thought i was the one that would fade… that’s what everyone made it seem like. ” he admits, ozma shaking his head sadly. “ no, oscar… you’re not the one that will disappear. the souls that i’m reborn with, every time we die, they move on, some with my experiences, but most with their own. you are safe, oscar, if we were to die in this body, you would move on peacefully && still as yourself. ” he takes a shuddered breath, a hand coming up to scrub his tears away. oscar watches him, guilt swelling in his chest, but also white-hot fury. ozma doesn’t deserve this, ozma doesn’t deserve to suffer. ozma deserves to be free, he deserves to rest, && he deserves to be happy. “ i don’t know what to do, i don’t know how to feel or what to think. my experiences, my thoughts, my wants, i don’t even know if they’re truly mine. i… i don’t know where i start && end. i’m… i’m scared && confused. ” ozma confesses, hands clenching. oscar’s mirror his, && he stares at the floor. “ i get it, you’ve been doing this for thousands of years, it makes sense that you feel this way. i think… i think there’s still a lot of the original you in there, it’s just hard to see with all the souls you bonded with. the vision showed us what you were before all this && that paints the picture for us. you were a warrior, a soldier, you fought for what was right. that guided you before, && it’s still guiding you. you’re not doing this just because the god of light made you, or because you thought you had a chance at love again. a deeper part of you accepted because it was the right thing to do, it was a noble cause. you wanted to save the world. you started out as a hero, it only makes sense that you took a task meant for heroes. it’s rough, i get that, especially when humans are flawed && imperfect, especially when she’s still around, but with the right people, you can do the task that you were meant for. ” he shares his insight, then he offers a small smile. “ i know it’s hard, oz, but… the other oz && i are here for you. the god of light said you’ll never be alone, && he was right. you aren’t alone. we’ll support you, && like now, if you get stuck, we’ll be here to help you.” he promises, his smile growing, his own eyes glittering with unshed tears. ozma looks up at the young soul, amazed at how wise he sounds for a fourteen year old, && for the first time in gods know how long, he smiles. he nods; he’s still struggling with his identity, he’s still struggling with his existence, but oscar’s words help lessen the weight, && that gives him the strength to continue. oscar’s right, he can do this. they can do this. “ thank you, oscar. ”
they say experiences are what shape a person, are what shape their lives && mold them into who they are now, && they wouldn’t be wrong. however, what they don’t tell you about are the pieces that you lose along the way. are you truly growing if you’re missing chunks of yourself ? your identity ? …who are you really ? countless of lives, millions of souls, endless bodies && cycles. ozma knows, deep down in his old, old soul, that he’s no longer the man he was. he never will be. how can he be ? he barely even remembers the life before remnant was broken, shattered, && thrown on his shoulders. all he knows now are the experiences && lives he’s lived with his soul partners. he learned && absorbed their pain, their struggles, their joys, their successes, but they were never his, && they never will be. the only experience that he can even call his own was the mess of a reunion all those years ago, && that certainly had been a nightmare–a traumatic moment in his life that forced him to lock up tight && throw away the key where no one could find it. too bad that ended up failing too… ozma knows, deep in his soul, that he can never be himself. he has no semblance of identity left. he has his name, his magic, && his task, but beyond that, he’s just a ghost of the past, && with each reincarnation, he loses a bit of himself. he knows it won’t be long before every piece of him is gone. it won’t be long before he fades away. he’s scared. he’s tired. he wants to live, but is life even worth living when you can’t even enjoy it ? when you have the weight of the world on your old, ancient shoulders ? when you have the gods pinning you down && your immortal ex-lover at your heels, determined to make your life a living hell ? is it even worth it ? remnant is. && he knows it. && he’s embraced it. his life stopped mattering the moment he lost his daughters, his life stopped mattering the moment the god of light plucked him from the afterlife && forced him to pick up their mess. what matters is remnant, && he knows he can’t give up, despite how tired he is, despite how old he is, despite how frustrated && lonely && tortured he is. he can’t give up on the world, not when it has potential, not when he knows the beauty it holds despite the nightmares that plague it. so he continues. he loses himself, his soul becomes heavier with burden, but he continues. he knows one day, his time will run out, he knows one day, that the merge will be complete && every last bit of ozma was gone. he knows that day is coming, sooner rather than later, && he’s ready. he’s scared, he’s tired, but he’s ready.
“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”
— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )
Yang’s Character Graphic >>> Connor / RK800 | Defying Gravity ;; Idina Menzel
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Yang’s Ship Graphic >>> Convin / Reed800 (Connor / RK800 x Gavin Reed) | Relationship Aesthetic
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Yang’s Character Graphic >>> Connor / RK800 | Machine!Ending Aesthetic
Yang’s Character Graphic >>> Qrow Branwen | Aesthetic
Made this for the faceclaim moodboard challenge!
Character(s): Oscar Pine / Professor Ozpin Fandom: RWBY Crafted by: Mod Oz
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