#cyrus nergal

[notjustclockwork]

[text] I need to see you. I've ruined everything and I need to remember I've got something good in this world. C x

[Text: Cyrus] Where are you? I shall meet you where ever you like.

[notjustclockwork]

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The baby was making little soft noises. Anastasia didn’t think they were sounds of the child being upset over something, rather him just making noise to amuse himself. But even so, Anastasia lifted the small baby into her arms from his crib and held him close.

The nursery she stood in was small, but she thought it was far from cramped. It was perfect. It had a small bay window big enough for a rocking chair, which she went to. She always thought it was easiest to hold an infant while sitting. James was still cooing to himself, but the sound could barely be heard over the rain the gently pattered on the window behind her.

Anastasia still detested water and being wet, but Cyrus lived in England, where it was very wet, and Anastasia could not have bared it to see him pine for his home. So she had moved away across an ocean from her old home to settle into her new one. And she was happy her. Completely and truly. Even with this rain nonsense always going on.

James made a particularly loud noise and Anastasia’s attention turned back to him. He smiled up at her and Anastasia felt her chest fill with love for him, her own smile spreading across her face. She leaned down and kissed his forehead softly, her lips lighter than a moth’s wing. James wasn’t her baby, exactly, but she loved him all the same.

Anastasia still could remember the woman that was his “real” mother, as the mother had put it perhaps only a few weeks ago. Cyrus had searched Russia for a suitable “surrogate mother”, he called it, and eventually found the woman he thought was perfect. She had had some of Anastasia’s temperament, but much longer fangs than Anastasia could ever have. She had not had the best of lives and the world had made her harsh. But once she opened up to Cyrus and Anastasia, he realized how much he was like his love. And she looked so much like Anastasia as well, which was why he picked her in the first place, of course.

It had taken nearly a year (ten months, two weeks, four days, twelve hours fifteen minutes, and thirty two seconds, to be exact) since when James’s surrogate mother first met Anastasia and more paperwork that Cyrus thought possible, but at the end, Cyrus and Anastasia had a son to call their own. Even if Anastasia’s bank account was down by a few thousand. But that barely made a dent in the sizable number that already rested in it.

Of course, in the beginning, Anastasia did not want a child. She had many reasons to not want one, one of which was that she could not have any herself, but her love for Cyrus overcame these and so she allowed him to begin such a lengthy process. Had she known, that, in the end, the surrogate mother would have died in a way she was sure the reaper had something to do with it, she would have protested a touch more. But now, with Cyrus’s son, her son, in her arms, she found herself glad Cyrus had convinced her to have one.

"Isn’t this a sight?"

Anastasia looked up to see Cyrus standing in the doorway, his hair still a mess from freshly waking, his night clothes still on him. Looking very much the way she had left him when she had left their bed to tend to their child. “Cyrus,” she said softly, looking up at him. “I hope James did not wake you.”

"No no, not at all," Cyrus said with as smile as he walked into the room. His smile grew the more he walked into the room, his cheeks nearly aching by the time he knelt down in front of his wife to be on her, and his son’s, level. "And if this is the sight I’m greeted with, I think I’d like to be waken by it more."

James looked over to his father and Cyrus beamed down at him. “Good morning, James,” he said gently. He then smiled up at his mother. “Shall I make us breakfast?”

"Yes, I think James will be hungry soon."

"Best not keep him waiting then," Cyrus said with another smile, standing up. Anastasia got up carefully as he walked out of the room and followed after him quickly, James still held securely in her arms.

[cyrusthegrim]

Relationships:

Birth Order: - Parents:  None Siblings: None Family: None Significant Other(s): Cyrus Nergal (body share) Children: None Closest Friends: None Rivals: None Enemies: Everyone

Physical Traits:

Eye Color(s): Hazel (brown and green) Hair Color(s): Dark brown Height: 6’ 4” Weight: 11st 5lbs Body Build: Slim, but toned. Muscle definition but not “ripped”  Notable Physical Traits: Completely black eyes

Phobias and Diseases:

Phobia(s): None Mental Disease(s): None When and how was this diagnosed?: - Physical Disease(s): : None When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?: -

Personality:

Usual Mood/Expression: When the Reaper is in ‘control’, his eyes are completely black. His expression is usually hard and cold, although sometimes he is smirking.

Moral Alignment: (look here, and here; test here): Chaotic Evil

A chaotic evil character does whatever his greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive him to do. He is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable. If he is simply out for whatever he can get, he is ruthless and brutal. If he is committed to the spread of evil and chaos, he is even worse. Thankfully, his plans are haphazard, and any groups he joins or forms are poorly organized. Typically, chaotic evil people can be made to work together only by force, and their leader lasts only as long as he can thwart attempts to topple or assassinate him. Chaotic evil is sometimes called demonic because demons are the epitome of chaotic evil. Chaotic evil is the best alignment you can be because combines self-interest and pure freedom. However, chaotic evil can be a dangerous alignment because it represents the destruction not only of beauty and life but also of the order on which beauty and life depend.

Jung: (look here, here, and here (useful: X, X, X); test here) INTJ

Introvert(44%) iNtuitive(38%) Thinking(100%) Judging(22%)

You have moderate preference of Introversion over Extraversion (44%) You have moderate preference of Intuition over Sensing (38%) You have strong preference of Thinking over Feeling (100%) You have slight preference of Judging over Perceiving (22%)

Enneagram: (look here, here, here, and here; test here) Type 3, The Achiever

The adaptable, success-oriented type. Threes are self-assured, attractive, and charming. Ambitious, competent, and energetic, they can also be status-conscious and highly driven for advancement. They are diplomatic and poised, but can also be overly concerned with their image and what others think of them. They typically have problems with workaholism and competitiveness. At their best: self-accepting, authentic, everything they seem to be—role models who inspire others. 

Four Temperaments: (look here, here, and here; test here) The Choleric

Your temperament is choleric. The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings. 

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Misc:

Skills: Charming people, taking their energy and souls, getting away with murder Hobbies: Getting what he wants Element: Fire Animal: Wolf Plant: Venus fly trap Anything else you want to add: -

Stats:

Compassion: 1/10 Empathy: 1/10 Creativity: 8/10 Mental Flexibility: 10/10  Passion/Motivation: 6/10 Education: 10/10 Stamina: 9/10 Physical Strength: 9/10 Battle Skill: 10/10 Initiative: 8/10 Restraint: 5/10 Agility: 9/10 Strategy: 10/10 Teamwork: 2/10

Look here, here, and here

Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 7/10 Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 8/10 Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 10/10 Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 10/10 Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 7/10 Interpersonal Intelligence: 3/10 Intrapersonal Intelligence: 8/10 Existential Intelligence: 2/10 Naturalistic Intelligence: 5/10

[cyrusthegrim]

♣ ❂

♣: Any headcanons about your muse?

That he's a complete dork?

Cyrus was never any good at art until he was "gifted" with his Reaper abilities. He sees it as the one good thing he got in exchange for all the bad.

❂: The Mun's birthday (month and date - no year!)

15th of November, for those who missed it.

[notjustclockwork]

Away from it All || Ana & Cyrus (London Vacation)

Anastasia was sitting on a bench in the middle of the Heathrow airport, sitting patiently with her hands folded in her lap, her luggage cases in front of her. On her left sat her father, his feet propped up by his own luggage case. He was staring at his phone and moving his fingers across the screen quickly as he sat with family. On Anastasia's other side sat her mother, who was reading a book. Both were calm as they waited with their daughter.

Anastasia was looking around, taking a half tick to assess every face she could see, her eyes moving quickly from one to the next as she looked for Cyrus. She had called him (with her mother's help) to tell him they hand landed in London and waited for him to collect her. Her parents seemed very excited to meet this boy that their daughter didn't seem to speak enough about, having only spoken of her plans with the boy since she had been picked up from the school.

Still looking around, she found a face she thought she knew and then smiled wide when she noticed Cyrus. "Cyrus!" she called happily, making her parents jump as she jumped out of her seat with the word. Forgetting her things, she ran to the boy and threw her arms around him, holding him close.

[notjustclockwork]

Cyrus doesn't love you, mate. And never will.

...

What?

[notjustclockwork]

Do you desire more physical intimacy with Cyrus? Or anyone for that matter?

Not with anyone, but with Cyrus, I think I do.

[notjustclockwork]

A Grim Encounter || Anastasia & Cyrus

Anastasia was just wondering around, really, exploring the castle further. She liked to walk in general. The movement of her gears were comforting and a clock always keeps better when it moves, when it runs. So Anastasia knew that her body was no different. She had to move it to keep it in pristine condition, now that she was out of that closet. Which she was glad for, but the closet had either magically preserved her or perhaps just kept the humidity out, she didn't really know, but she felt very.... strange... when she started to move again.

Anastasia stopped at an unfamiliar tapestry. This particular tapestry was much more violent than anything she ever wove. It was of a great battle. She saw men dead and dying, their blood coloring the grass, trees, other men and even the sky around him. Red was the most dominate color wherever she looked, staining all around it. If she looked at it long enough, she could almost see the blood seep out of the tapestry to color the walls and carpet around her red with the blood of the dying.

She didn't move away from the horrid scene, but she did close her eyes, shutting it away from her. So much death... She didn't like such depictions. But history was one thing she loved. And history was so rarely colored in anything but blood.

"I wonder if this tells of a true story..." she said to herself, her eyes still closed, but she faced the battle still.