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@unwholesomeocweek Day 1: Violence/Divorce

Tw: Blood, gore, attempted murder, aftermath of an explosion, character death (sort of).

The first thing that Draco notices is the smell. Gunpowder. Dust and rubble. Blood. It hangs heavy and acrid in his nose, fills up his lungs until every breath takes in more pollution and scent than clean air.

The room is caved in. There’s a hole in the ceiling that lets in the evening breeze. Chunks of debris form a teetering tower, a haphazardly stacked, blunt-topped spire with inky red seeping out between the crevices. Blood. Coppery and sharp. And if Aracaan wasn’t here, wasn’t the one trapped in the blast, then who—?

Draco’s veins freeze over. Clammy sweat gathers on his palms. 

Soldiers scurry around like roaches, looking for evidence, cleaning up the aftermath of the explosion that tore the room in two. Draco hardly registers their faces. None of them matters. None of this matters. Aracaan isn’t dead. 

He stumbles through the warzone scene on shaky legs, eyes scanning every detail for any sign of a body. Someone got hurt. Who did he hurt? 

Finally, his gaze lands on an off-white tangle of hair. 

Admaris. 

Draco’s vision swims. There are medics huddled around her, moving her body, clearing away debris. There’s blood, so much blood, puddled beneath her and smeared across her crumpled form. Her clothes are torn and burned. Her face is streaked with soot. Her eyes are closed, and her body is ripped open like a stuffed toy torn apart at the seams. Shiny, ragged flesh, glistening insides ripped wide apart and bared to the gunpowder-heavy air. She’s not moving. 

His throat closes up and strangles a scream before it can escape. Someone is talking to him, but Draco can’t make out the words. This isn’t right. This isn’t what he was trying to do. Aracaan was supposed to be here tonight, so why is Admaris the one bleeding on the ground—? 

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. This isn’t what he wanted. Aracaan was the problem, the one who needed to disappear. Draco couldn’t keep on living knowing that the person who always overshadowed him still held the throne. He had to do something, anything, even if it was wrong. Annavelle would be a fine queen even without her husband in the way. They already had children, heirs. 

He would have been executed for the crime, no doubt, but even that would have been fine. Admaris is strong enough to carry out without him. 

Except, now it’s her broken body on the floor. She’s not breathing, someone yells. Draco’s throat goes tight. The walls twist and warp in the panicked sway of utter dread creeping over him. He wants to run to her, hold her before she’s taken away, but does he have the right, when he’s the one at fault? 

If Aracaan doesn’t kill him for this, he’ll end his own life to atone. If Admaris is gone, he shouldn’t keep existing in this world either. 

She’s gone, isn’t she? He ruined everything. Annavelle won’t forgive him for this. Aracaan might finally decide he’s worth hating. If he turns himself in, he can do one thing right, now that it’s too late for anything else to be saved.

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Draco Daryan Bio

Name: Draco Daryan

Species: Daryan

Race: Whitescale

Role: The younger brother of the current Daryan queen, and father of the crown princess, Asakiri. A bitter, hot-tempered man whose envy leaves him always dissatisfied with his own abilities and renown. The perpetrator of the failed assassination plot that led to Admaris’s decade-long coma. 

Affiliation: Daryan Royal Family, Palace Guard

Gender: Male

Age: 40

Height: 5’7

Appearance: Draco is a fairly short man with a lean, petite build. He has pale skin and white eyes, and his expression seems to be permanently stuck in a nasty frown. His hair is straight, white, and chin-length, and usually worn in a style that covers one eye and part of his face. His fashion sense is sleek and practical, though he’s rather vain about “looking good”.  

Personality: Draco is the kind of spiteful, bitter person who’s so deeply insecure that it bleeds into his ability to perceive and interact with other people. He’s so desperate to be great that he constantly examines and overthinks his every move, always afraid that someone’s looking down on him or not seeing him for the best he can be. Despite his prickly exterior, he’s extremely earnest, and even his nastiest actions are motivated by a deep desire to help his homeland thrive. He’s viciously determined when he sets his mind to something; he’ll pursue the same goal for years, if that’s what it takes to succeed. He’s extremely introverted, bordering on socially stunted, yet he’s fueled by external validation of his accomplishments.

Positive Traits: Draco’s pride rarely lets him show it, but he cares deeply for his loved ones. Despite his more difficult traits, he’s not manipulative; if anything, his blunt, brutal honesty works to his detriment. Whatever his goals may be, he dedicates himself to them in full. Most of the unfortunate parts of his personality, at their core, stem from an all-consuming desire to live up to the responsibilities placed on him and become a respectable person who can help guide his country to prosper and succeed. 

Negative Traits: Draco is short-tempered, volatile, and holds long, nasty grudges. He’s deeply envious and insecure, and can’t stand having to stand by and watch someone more successful than he is. Highly introverted, he tends to retreat into himself and avoid uncomfortable interactions. He’s a poor communicator— even when his heart’s in the right place, his words come out all wrong. He hates opening up enough to show any vulnerability; even to his dearest loved ones, he wants to appear invincible.

History: As the second-born child of the non-ruling branch, Draco was raised to act as support for his sister, the future queen. Alongside his sister, Annavelle, he was raised to value responsibility and successful results, and trained to help manage a kingdom that could slip into peril again at any moment. Draco had a long-standing grudge against Aracaan, however, and his jealousy toward the king eventually boiled over. After his assassination attempt failed, he was spared death and exiled from the country instead.

Relationships: Draco’s relationships are often fraught with jealousy and poor communication. While he’s capable of being an effective leader, he often ends up too caught up in his own self-conscious envy to function at his best. He trusts his wife, Admaris, unconditionally, however, and operates at his peak when he’s by her side. He can also be much more cooperative when his sister is the one giving orders. Currently, after ten years of absence from his daughter’s life, he feels terribly awkward interacting with her. 

Interests: Draco likes his family, being recognized for his skills, and looking good in front of others. He dislikes crowded social events, people he can’t be better than, and feeling underestimated. His hobbies include studying (especially history and biology) and outdoor explorations with Admaris.

Abilities: Draco is extremely well-versed in both physical combat and magic. He’s just as well-educated in strategy as his sister, but tends to get impatient when waiting for other people to carry out orders instead of doing it himself. Rather than the more traditional sword, his weapon of choice is a bladed polearm, and he specializes in Air-Element magic. 

Miscellaneous: Draco’s assassination attempt against Aracaan was a poorly planned act of jealousy; that lack of planning was the primary reason why it failed, and why Admaris ended up the victim instead of her brother. During his exile, Draco fled to the Ghiasuli country, where he tried to lay low and avoid attention. He fully believes that Admaris is the best thing to have ever happened to him and is certain that his life would have been miserable without her. He far prefers numbers, data, and facts to fickle emotions and non-concrete ideals. As a child, he was quiet and painfully shy. 

Connotative Description: A volatile, insecure, and short-tempered person who’s always looking at others and comparing himself. Caring at heart, yet too afraid of weakness to let his better nature shine through.