Mini rant: I hate when people blame Jamil for enabling Kalim’s incompetence, like he wants Kalim to be helpless so he can control him or whatever. He has to do that because that’s his job. Jamil very clearly does not like being a servant to Kalim, (I’m not saying he doesn’t care about Kalim himself) and he wouldn’t want to increase his workload. Blaming him for something he is being forced to do just rubs me the wrong way
Jamil has always been forced to constantly cater to Kalim but while they’re at NRC there’s no one to enforce it, so as long as Kalim doesn’t tell his family Jamil can get away with pretty much anything. However pre book 4 he is still stuck in a (literal) slave mentality preventing him from being directly rebellious, which is why he resorts to backhanded schemes.
He also maybe didn’t trust that Kalim wouldn’t tell his parents about any efforts at decreasing his burden. We all know Kalim ignores a lot of things Jamil says. Telling Kalim not to tell his parents would also let him onto the fact that Jamil is doing everything against his will, which was something he was hiding.
After Book 4 Jamil lets himself push his limits and get away with whatever he can get away with, he also trusts Kalim a bit more. That’s why he starts letting Kalim be more independent, because he realizes that he can, it’s nothing to do with Kalim himself.
In conclusion, Jamil doesn’t enable Kalim because he wants to, he enables Kalim because he thinks he has to, and he thinks he has to because before coming to NRC he actually had to.
Kinda got off topic there and there’s probably typos, I’m writing this at 3am. Please give me any thoughts or comments
when you dont use a refrence and it looks completly diffrent from the character you're drawing so you want to kill youself , i drew genderbent jamil as the rose bride! she has a braid instead of a crown since jamil was stuck all his life being a servant to kalim , and the spirals in her hair are supposed to look like roses
When We Met—I Just Knew—That I Already Loved You (true true)
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Blurb: Jamil has fallen in love.
Pairing: Jamil Viper x reader
Warning/Disclaimer: Takes place around the end of the Prologue to the beginning of the first chapter. Reader-insert is Yuu. Written with the intent for you to pick the gender of the reader-insert. Possibly out of character Jamil.
Author's Note: Jamil is so cool.
Love at first sight was something that Jamil saw as idiotic.
Childish.
Nonsensical.
Foolish, even.
In Jamil's blank, gray eyes, the concept of "love at first sight" was exactly that—a concept. Something that in reality, could and would never happen. Especially not to the likes of him.
Time and time again he would hear lovesick tales of how one person fell head over heels for another person, just for that relationship to end in tragedy and despair.
Jamil, in all of his overworked glory, did and still does not have the space within himself for even the chance of heartbreak.
And because of that, he drifts.
Keeps his head down, refrains from unprompted speech.
Rejects the possibility of a connection—even accidental—with a human that isn't purely professional.
These, along with other principles, helped mold the person Jamil turned out to be: rational, logical, and (supposedly) unassuming.
The Scarabian vice-housewarden was a respectable, responsible person. Both true to himself and others about the harshness of the world. Never was he distracted by the stupidity of those around him.
Knowing this, why did he have to go ahead and let himself fall in love with the stupidity of...you?
You, the magicless prefect, who was notorious for leaving a trail of mischief wherever you roamed.
You, the magicless prefect, who was constantly surrounded by ridiculously loud friends who did nothing but bring more trouble into your life.
You, the magicless prefect, who repeatedly went on quests that concerned you—NEVER—all for the low, low, cost of having the chance of light in the Ramshakle dorm.
You, the magicless prefect, who after bumping into Jamil while running another errand, refused to leave the said vice-housewarden's mind.
You, the magicless prefect, whom Jamil fell in love with. Deeply. Immensely. Pathetically. And, became so infatuated in the most embarrassing way possible to a person like him; love at first sight.
He felt like a hypocrite. A dirty, disgraced hypocrite.
How was it that the most advocate of the advocates against "love at first sight" had fallen in love just like that?!
How was he going to delude himself that the hours he spent lying awake—his face actively creating horrifically dark eye circles—was not because of his back-breaking crush?
How is he ever going to recover from this? It's so bad, that he can't even look at your face before growing flustered, and hastily turning away.
Kalim has caught onto it, so that worsens the situation by ten fold. The heir doesn't hesitate to pass out knowing glances at the long haired student, his lips tilted in an encouraging smile. Jamil swears he can almost hear the words Kalim desired to say to him. "You can do it Jamil! Just tell them!" Yeah, no.
You really can't blame the man, though.
The radiant aura you excreted the day you collided with him captured Jamil hook, line, and sinker.
The genuine concern you had over his wellbeing made him burn with something he wouldn't dare define.
Not to mention the way the sun touched your features gave you a glow that was simply heavenly.
The vice-housewarden could go on and on about you, like how you—
Oh, sevens. He really needs help.
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Author's Note: I wrote this quickly. I hope it doesn't show.
