The second the accusation leaves someone’s mouth, he laughs — soft, amused, dangerous. It’s the same laugh he uses before someone disappears.
He drapes an arm around your shoulders in a mock-affectionate gesture, nails lightly digging in as if to remind you that you’re under his protection.
“My darling? A traitor?” he purrs, voice sweet enough to rot teeth, but his eyes are ice.
He doesn’t even look at you. His trust is absolute, or at least he wants everyone to think it is. He’s already deciding how to make an example out of the accuser.
If you look even slightly hurt by the accusation, he snaps. The room goes silent. Someone is punished. Publicly.
Later, in private, he cups your chin gently and asks in a deceptively soft tone if there’s anything you need to tell him. He expects honesty, not betrayal.
If you reassure him, he rewards you with indulgent affection… and doubles your security detail. No one touches what’s his.
Ajay Ghale
He immediately steps between you and whoever accused you, shoulders squared.
“That’s not true,” he says firmly, voice steady even if tension coils in his jaw.
He doesn’t hesitate for a second. His loyalty to you is personal, not political.
He asks for proof calmly, trying to defuse the situation instead of escalating it.
If the accusation gets aggressive, he grips his weapon tighter but keeps control. He doesn’t want this turning into bloodshed.
Later, when you’re alone, he asks quietly what’s going on, not accusing, just wanting honesty.
If you’re shaken, he reassures you softly, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I trust you.” And he means it.
Yuma Lau
She doesn’t defend you immediately. She watches. Studies. Enjoys the tension.
When someone calls you a traitor, she tilts her head slightly, as if the idea intrigues her.
She smirks knowingly as soon as the words were said, because she knows betrayal intimately, and she would sense it.
If you hold eye contact without flinching, she steps in smoothly, voice cold and lethal as she shuts the accuser down.
If you show fear — not guilt, but fear — she circles you later and asks why you’re afraid. She wants to know what you’re hiding.
She might punish the accuser… but only after extracting useful paranoia from the situation.
Later, she pulls you close and whispers that betrayal fascinates her, and you’d better never make her curious about you.
Noore Najjar
Her first reaction is anger, sharp and defensive.
She immediately denies it on your behalf, voice trembling slightly with emotion.
She’s openly protective and she refuses to let anyone tarnish your name.
She demands evidence. If none is given, she grows visibly frustrated with the accuser.
If the accusation is persistent, she threatens consequences, even threatening to put them in her arena.
Later, in private, she asks you softly if everything is alright, worried more about your safety than her own.
If you reassure her, she exhales shakily and holds you longer than usual. Losing trust is something she fears deeply.
Sabal
He stiffens immediately, brows furrowing as he listens carefully.
He does not dismiss the accusation outright, he values order and tradition too much for that.
He defends you but requests a private discussion later, he remains composed and insists on investigating properly.
He speaks calmly, urging patience and evidence before judgment.
If the accuser becomes disrespectful toward you, his tone sharpens noticeably.
Later, alone, he asks you directly if there’s truth to the claim, not angrily, but solemnly.
If you swear loyalty, he believes you, though he quietly increases precautions around sensitive plans. Trust, to him, is sacred.
Amita
She reacts fast, sharp voice cutting through the room before things spiral.
“And what proof do you have?” she demands immediately.
She shuts the rumor down hard. Anyone challenging you is indirectly challenging her authority.
She pulls you aside briefly if needed, whispering rapid questions to gauge the situation.
If the accusation threatens morale, she publicly supports you to maintain unity and expects you to do the same.
If she suspects even a sliver of doubt, she confronts you privately and bluntly, she doesn’t tolerate uncertainty.
Once reassured, she turns calculating. The accuser becomes a problem to eliminate, socially or otherwise.
apparently im “running out of space” whatever that means so here’s some old doodles in old files. wild stuff over here. first we have various hair ajay ghale. bad cop worse cop sabal/amita. divorced meow meow marine biologist sabal from @broken-balance-baby mermay fics. and some jason sprites for a game i didnt wind up making.
y'know what, fuck it, I'm gonna start reposting some Far Cry fanart. These are from a palette challenge that I had a lot of fun with.
In fact - send me an ask with a character from FC4 or FC6 (or one of my OCs) along with a colour palette and I'll see what I can do! I could also be persuaded to do characters from any Dragon Age game, as well as Cyberpunk 2077.
