#leadingverse

[grandzealot]

there´s nothing left to feel except this boring kind of anger that´s wasting me

[grandzealot]

1. what would completely break your character?

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hes actually a bit hard to break like getting caught in a containment cellar and watching his team die messed him up a bit but he didnt stop trying to live even with no awareness that anyone could possibly rescue him  — he has an immensely strong survival instinct

even if all the children at the nucleus died i think hed head toward the commonwealth / capital region in search of other groups and make do

i think even when he gets really involved in any relationship if he lost his partner hed still return to the nucleus, feeling hollow but living out his time until death or division claims him

BUT

i have a verse where after the peaceful ending is achieved the truth of tektus being replaced is discovered and richter assumes leadership, setting the whole family on a warpath

i think being forced into a leadership position suddenly like that would be too much for him, he doesnt feel himself to have the ‘ faith ’ or ‘ intuition ’ to guide the family in any pure sense so hed just be speeding up the process to division, get everyone to atom asap — after destroying the entirety of far harbor as brutally and mercilessly as possible in the name of atom

[ ...possibly acadia too since in a roundabout way he might feel they put him in this position but that would be more personal. hed feel taking out far harbor was definitely atoms will and destroying acadia a sort of... satisfying side trip ]

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[grandzealot]

@visionsinthefog asked

♬ = singing to them

          He merely rested his eyes – Difficult to do much else under the present conditions: Unfamiliar territory, equally odd company, and growing unease over what the future may hold. The creaking of every step of the other occupants of the inn provided no further help.

          The Grand Zealot had grown resigned to the restless misery of present circumstances until strangely soothing hymns began to meet his ears...

         “What song is that?”   

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[grandzealot]

I was super torn between this and go to a funeral together but...😵die together for Gwyn :)

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           He can’t look away from her, but… She’s facing up. Not him. Can’t tell if she sees anything now— If she’s already gone. Hand outstretched, he tries to touch her all the same. Stuck on his belly, he thought death would be more painful. Can’t feel anything. Can’t move most things…  Foolish to think it was over, that with the fall of Far Harbor the Island would be safe.

           In the end it was the vault dweller, the one who had gotten them into this. Murdered Tektus. Betrayed the family.

           And now…

          Gwyn should be at his side now at least. Next to him as she was every night, the warmth of their bodies a sweet distraction. They’d come to the shrine to celebrate, to honor what he thought was resolution.

           The answer. 

           Now the arm he can move can’t even brush her shoulder and his throat only makes a soft gurgle. Vision fogs black and unaccepting stretched fingers sink slowly to the dirt.           All solutions, like her…

           Out of reach.