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Hi
How do you think Copia felt watching them load up the tour busses without him? Do you think he felt the same way he did back when he was newly a Cardinal, that he didn’t belong and wasn’t good enough to be on stage.
Do you think he watched as they loaded Sister Imperators glass coffin into the bus or do you think he had to look away.
Consider if you will some angst, Omega visiting Terzo's grave. It is not a grand affair, many don't know where he goes when he disappears. He walks silently and solemnly toward the small graveyard behind the small chapel hidden in the corner of the ground's gardens. Fog hangs heavy in the air and morning dew clings to the grass surrounding the marble stone. Terzo's stone contrasts his stage presence, simple and humble. The flowers that Omega brings every week surround the headstone, Mountain hasn't noticed the missing red carnations, white lilies, and forget-me-nots that Omega has been clipping from the garden. Omega kneels in front of Terzo's stone and lowers his head, his shoulders shake and he cries silently as his forehead presses to the cold marble.
Thinking about Perpetua and how maybe he was isolated as a child (much like it seems Copia was) so he doesn't really know proper social protocols. He knew how to act like a human, and he tried to be a good person, but he was rather confused about interpersonal relationships, how to categorize people in his life, and where he fits in other people's lives. Maybe the friendships that he thought he had all turned out to be not as strong as he thought; maybe the people he depended on were not as reliable as they promised they were. Maybe over the years, he learned that in order to survive, he could only depend on himself and that it was only a matter of time before a relationship he'd form with someone would collapse.
He was already bad with human relations, but ghoul relations were a whole other ball park. Being unexpectedly thrust into his role, he couldn't even follow the scripts he'd built up in his head over the years. He couldn't help but feel that all of the ghouls resented him for replacing Copia, that he wouldn’t have the bond that the previous papas had with their ghouls, that yet again he would always be on the outside.
As much as Perpetua told himself he was good at being alone, that he must be fine being by himself considering how long he’s been without people but the truth rears its head when he starts practicing with the ghouls. Watching them freely and happily converse with each other and stop as soon as they notice him listening. Looking on as they give casual hugs and gifts to each other as he sits alone looking over the countless lyrics he has to memorize. It makes him want so badly. To fit in. To be seen. To be appreciated. To be remembered. But he felt as if he could never escape Copias shadow and the reputation that he was stealing his spot.
New ghouls get new names. From what I’ve heard he’s a big air ghoul so may I propose
Gust
Twister
Cyclone (cy for short)
Thank you to @mintea-in-space and @madangel19 for telling me I had a good idea lmfao
Edit: fuck it im putting in a poll
Whats your pick
Gust
Twister
Cyclone
other ideas (would love to hear from you in tags or comments)
also if the girl in peacfield is Perpetua I NEED someone to make that meme of the audio clip
"who is the little girl that lives in the plaza in New york?"
"IM ELOISE AND I LIVE ON THE TOP FLOOR!"
Wip Wednesday
came across an edit of jimmy fallon with an empty chair on pintrest yesterday so im speed drawing something for tonight
we shall see if i finish this tonight
Something something Quintessence being the power of spirit/souls, although Quintessence ghouls have been in the clergy for as long as the other elemental ghouls, little is known about their powers, and what is known is usually through experiential learning. They can manipulate the soul through the mind and feel the intense feelings of others. No one knew of one of their other abilities until after the 3 Emeritus brothers were murdered.
While the rest of the clergy was busy celebrating the coming of a new pope all of the previous ghouls went into a long mourning period, none of them left the den, and when Dew and Aether had to be dragged out by Sister Imperator herself to meet the new papa and start practicing, everyone rioted. Omega felt restless after crying so many tears and decided it was finally time to leave the den in the dungeons of the abbey. The space had begun to feel oppressive, and grief hung heavy in the air.
The reality of all of it crashed down on Omega again as he stared at the empty graves of the emeritus brothers in the pale moonlight. He sank to the ground in front of the tombstones; he couldn't even muster up the energy to cry. He kept his head down, looking at his clenched fists, not wanting to stare at the reminder that they were gone.
Out of the very corner of his eye, he saw movement, it barely registered in his brain, too focused on the swell of emotions threatening to drown him. Something gnawed at the back of his mind, begging him to look up; it felt foreign, like it wasn't his own thoughts. He couldn't help but look up.
There standing before him was Terzo, it couldn't be but he knew it was. He had those same kind, mismatched eyes, the same slightly crooked smile, the same face. He was almost the same as the day Omega lost him, but he was paler and slightly translucent.
"God, I must be losing it," Omega whispered out, voice rough from crying and disuse.
The figure chuckled sadly, "Last time I checked, you didn't believe in God, mio tesoro."
Omega got up and ran towards the man and tried to capture him in an embrace. He sobbed when all he felt was cold air instead of the warm hug he so desperately needed.
"Oh Meg, I wish I could hug you too, but I'm so glad you can at least see me, I was starting to think nobody could," Terzo whispered. "At least this cruel world has allowed me the comfort of still having you."
Was looking at the new photos of papa v and had a thought.
Papa v is visibly younger looking than the rest of the papas (due to the lack of facial prosthesis) but he is the twin of Copia.
I like the idea that Copia appears older because of stress. He appears older even when we first meet him as Cardinal. Maybe he was always raised with the intention of becoming Papa. Told constantly that he would have to live up to expectations and do better than the men who came before him. Made to learn all of the systems of the clergy and practice all of the rites from a young age. And due to his unknown father he was constantly told that he had to prove that he was good enough, that as someone outside of the blood line he had to be perfect. The constant stress causing him to appear older than his mysterious twin.
Maybe that’s why he’s so bitter to V currently. Because it seems to him that all though they are from the same blood line V didn’t have to do the things that Copia had to do to ascend to Papacy.
I think it’s gonna be really interesting to compare both of them and see how different experiences have shaped them in different ways.
I dunno maybe this is nothing but it was a thought.
