per your recent tags: who the fuck IS roland and what the fuck IS his problem? I'm intrigued now...
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okay so. hoo boy. where to start. my boy roland is a member of fireteam ward, an arc hunter and one of my obnoxiously numerous destiny OCs.
his problem is that he is hysterically emotionally stunted due to a terminal case of Wracked By Guilt.
y'see, when he was first resurrected by his ghost (delightfully named "Ghost" because of aforementioned emotional stuntedness) he decided he didnt buy into his ghost's claim that hes got some super purpose waging a Holy War™️ against the Darkness.
so he took a left instead of heading for the city, aaaaand wound up falling in under a warlord. sadistic bastard. he had nooo idea the depths of depravity the guy got up to until it was too late and running became a terrifying concept.
his "turn tail and run" breaking point coincidentally was the same night that led to nikon's near-death and subsequent taking command of the freshly leader-less fireteam ward.
unfortunately by then he'd already been complicit in enough bloodshed and sadism by association that he was left with a HEAPING helping of guilt.
to cope, he became an absolute fucking asshole, cause he was of the mind that he didnt have a right to allies or friends or connections and also didnt deserve anyone's absolution/forgiveness (which is precisely why i titled his playlist what i did) and was intentionally trying to keep people at a distance.
and then my main oc happened, and my main oc is stubborn and has a bad habit of endearing herself to people that are completely antithetical to the concept of friendship.
which leads to A) roland getting that second chance he didnt/doesnt feel he deserves and B) a fucking blast of a dynamic to write.
in short: he's a bastard. i adore him.
tangential to the topic fun fact: he's got a south african accent cause south african accents are soooooo nice.
Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | “It’s not your fault.”
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Winter’s bite had begun to fade by the time Mikaila was well enough to be out and about. Patches of green poked through the slowly shrinking piles of snow, and once near absent songbirds could be heard even within the densely populated streets of Durlyne. It was as if Ssael himself wished to welcome his favored daughter back to the land of the living with a splash of color.
But Addilyn couldn’t help the frown that pulled at her lips as she spied the girl’s pallid features, her tell-tale Soud green eyes dull and lacking that familiar mischievous gleam.
“Oi, lass,” Addilyn said, forcing a playful lilt into her voice. “Don’t you be scheming over there. I won’t have you spelling my sword soggy when I have to assist in training later.”
Mikaila looked up from where she sat on one of the stone benches lining the temple’s pathways, the barest smile painted upon her pale lips. Even so, it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Addilyn’s heart nearly split at the sight.
She hadn’t seen the little spellwright since the weeks following that harrowing night, and even then Mikaila had spent much of it in a fitful slumber, burning with fever and writhing in terrible pain. Addilyn had felt so helpless, the vibrant little troublemaker at death’s door with naught but prayers to be said in the hope that the doctor could keep her from the khert’s grasping hands.
But the wee lass was strong, a fighter if she had ever seen one, and she’d beaten back the very same khert that had taken her father.
And yet the sight before her left Addilyn at a loss. It wasn’t grief or fear that lined the girl's features. She seemed… troubled. Haunted.
Addilyn hadn’t known what to expect when Lemuel announced that he’d be bringing his newfound daughter to the temple, but this somehow felt worse than a hysterical child’s weeping.
A sigh escaped her as Addilyn moved to sit beside Mikaila, the stone’s cold surface seeping into her trousers and making her shiver.
“You’ve been awful quiet since your doting uncle left you in my care,” Addilyn said with an air of levity. “And here I’d been ready to be wowed by tales of your valiant victory over the Crescian invaders.”
Mikaila’s small, gloved hands clenched into tightly balled fists, her gaze averted to the ground. “Can I ask you something, Addie?”
Addilyn blinked in surprise, her brow raised. “Of course.”
A quiet moment passed, one in which Addilyn could hear the distant sounds of a hound’s baying. “Do you think I did enough?” Mikaila finally asked.
“Enough—?” Addilyn was struck speechless. Among the short list of things she expected her to ask, that was not among them. “What do you mean?”
“Everyone talks about that night like I did something special. Like I fought them off and saved the day.” Her voice was low, but sharp as a knife’s edge. “But I could have done more. I know I could have. But Papa was hurt and there were so many of them and—”
Mikaila trailed off then, her little shoulders trembling. Addilyn thought she had begun to cry, expected to see tears streaming down her pale cheeks as hiccupping sobs built up in her chest—but her eyes were dry, and there was a deep anger and frustration in her brilliant green gaze.
“It’s all my fault,” she said darkly, and it was with that that she sniffled softly, though Addilyn suspected she would blame it on the still brisk air. “Had I not been there, Papa would still be here.”
“Miki—” Addilyn tried, but Mikaila cut her off.
“Had I been born a boy, Papa would have taught me how to fight. He wouldn’t have told me to run. He would have told me where to aim.”
She said it with such rancor, such bitterness. Addilyn had thought the girl would be wailing for her lost Papa, but instead she harbored a profound guilt for his demise.
“Miki,” she tried again, reaching out to place a hand upon Mikaila’s uninjured shoulder. There was little she could give her in the way of comfort, and even this felt like a paltry offering. “Your Papa didn’t like me much. Especially when your uncle would bring me around you. But even I know that he loved you so very much. Fiercely enough that he fought to the death to keep you safe.”
Mikaila sniffled again, her eyes still trained on her hands. The gloves were new. A darker blue than her old pair.
“And,” Addilyn continued, sensing a rebuttal building upon the little wright’s lips, “I would never dare say that he’d have done anything differently had it been a lad at his side that night, rather than his beloved daughter. He’d have told that boy to run to find help, to find the guard, to get home. Just as he did you.”
It was then that a stray tear finally spilled over Mikaila’s lashes, and her hands began to shake. Addilyn did not hesitate to pull the girl toward her in a tight embrace.
“It wasn’t your fault, Miki,” Addilyn said gently, but with an edge that brokered no argument. “You scared off a horde of Crescians all on your own. And you fought your way back to us. You are strong and bright and so very brave.”
Addilyn pulled back slightly, a small half-smile upon her lips as she brushed the stray tears from Mikaila’s cheeks. Mikaila met her gaze with a watery smile of her own.
“Never doubt that you did more than most lads older than yourself would have managed,” Addilyn continued. “You sitting here right now is proof that you did more than enough.”
Mikaila sniffled again, nodding stiffly as she buried her face in Addilyn’s tunic, her voice muffled as she simply said, “Thank you, Addie.”
Wait. Now I have to ask, what are your thoughts on ACOTAR?
Oh. Ohohohohoho. This is a can of worms that hasn't been opened in a LONG time in a public forum. (It's opened pretty much daily in private with friends lmao)
the short answer? I fucking hate it lmao
The slightly longer answer? I loved the first book. I thought it was a wonderful Beauty and the Beast retelling with colorful, very human characters. It was also one of the first fantasy books I ever read, and definitely the first book I read that dealt with the fae.
I absolutely adored Tamlin and (human) Feyre. Especially human Feyre. She was so very human and her struggle to survive in a foreign land practically designed to kill her, all while Tamlin is trying to break a curse and winds up accidentally catching feelings for real? Beautiful. I also adored the side characters. Lucien was such a good second in command to Tamlin, and a fun companion for Feyre. The world seemed so promising, with all of the courts and their various magics.
And then the second book came out and it went to shit lmao
I despise everything this series is and has become now. The second book found us with characters that were absolutely nothing like the characters we had spent the entirety of the first book with. It was practically a brand new book for a brand new series! SJMess committed character assassination of the most heinous degrees—SPECIFICALLY with Tamlin, the love of my life—all because she got too much of a hard-on for Rhysand and absolutely cannot handle the idea of a character being ~evil~, or at least Not Good, and also the love interest.
So she vilified Tamlin and beat the entire fanbase over the head with outlandish ~abuse~ that was just not even remotely there in the first book, and all while Feyre got to play the pretty victim with the pretty trauma, and Tamlin's trauma from their same shared experiences was depicted as ugly and unworthy of the same help and support that Feyre got.
There is so so SO much more nuance to my hatred for this series, but it would literally take me a 200 page thesis to get into every single detail to break it down.
An added little bit to why I hate the series: it has devolved into absolute smutty garbage with absolutely no substance whatsoever. Every character is barely even a rough outline of the characters they once were. The world is some monstrous amalgamation of High Fantasy and Urban fantasy where the fae walk around in ugg boots and leggings and long sweaters as they go Christmas shopping while also saying things like "My lord." And, not to mention, SJMess' blatant Straight White Feminism and her distaste for people of color, the LGBTQ community, women over the age of 25, and any man who doesn't have cheese grater abs and "golden brown skin."
Oh, and it's a known fact that SJMess doesn't even have an editor anymore. Her publisher knows her books will sell no matter what garbage she shits out, so they don't bother anymore. They just do surface level edits to make sure it's readable (but barely lmao). And it's super apparent.
OH!! A QUICK ADDENDUM!!! She plagiarizes a lot. I can think of three specific instances off the top of my head that she ripped word for word from other works. She’s a fucking hack.
I read ACotaR through ACoFaS, though reading that novella was purely for masochism's sake, and I read the entirety of her Throne of Glass series. I am practically an expert on her shit and how much her shit sucks. And this is coming from someone who truly and completely adored the first ACoTaR and really had such high hopes for the series.
I have a lot of trust issues now with books because of it lmao
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46. shimmer
A light breeze blew through the towering trees of Aeranth, the mighty boughs creaking softly as they shifted with the wind. Vaela breathed deeply, content to feel the cool night air upon her skin as she leaned against the balcony railing. The Arnor manor remained a welcome haven—a second home, at times—even after all of these years. It was the one place she knew she could retreat to when her memories weighed heavily and the scars at her wrists ached. There was no judgment within these walls, only a quiet understanding.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you."
Vaela turned at the voice, trying to hide the way she startled at the soft, deep timbre.
Krelyss stood in the doorway to her room, his hands clasped behind him and his shoulders slightly slumped, as if he wished to make himself smaller. Less threatening. Vaela's heart constricted, knowing too well it was for her benefit.
"Not at all," she said, mustering a half smile as she waved him in. "Just doing a bit of stargazing. A city girl like myself never really gets tired of the sight."
Krelyss stood motionless for but a heartbeat, seeming to brace himself before he ventured in to join her on the balcony. The moon sat full and bright in the night sky, its light catching on his snow-white hair and causing it to shimmer.
Vaela's chest grew tight and her wrists burned, memories of long ivory hair and cruel smiles surging forth—but she managed to smother the images into submission, like a hissing viper beneath her heel.
"I see," he said carefully, daring to raise his scarlet gaze skyward. "It is quite a sight to behold. I still can't quite manage to stare for long before I feel as if the earth itself is being ripped out from under me."
A more genuine smile pulled at her lips as she watched him. "The Underdark didn't exactly give you many reasons to look up, did it?"
A huff of a laugh, and the barest upturn at the corner of his mouth. "That it did not." He paused for a beat. "You seem... happier than when I saw you last. Perhaps a bit solemn, but more at ease."
My son's ghost no longer haunts you, his words said, like it still haunts me.
"I have my days." Her gaze softened. "As I'm sure we all do."
Krelyss simply hummed softly in reply, a heavy sigh escaping him before he turned to face her. An old, repressed grief pulled at his countenance, though he forced a small, gentle smile.
Despite everything, Vaela's heart broke for him.
"Erosen sent me to fetch you," he said. "It seems Riven's asked us to go for drinks."
"Ever the ambassador, our girl," Vaela teased, relieved to see how Krelyss' face brightened. The sorrow that had lined his features vanished, giving way to a muted but profound pride. "Well, we'd best not keep her waiting. Del would never stand for such a slight."
An amused chuckle left him, the sound rich and deep, and Krelyss grinned, standing just a bit taller as they made their way off the balcony. "That he would not."
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7. silent fury
"What troubles you so, my dearest?"
Cassandra pointedly ignored the question, her eyes fixed on the vial she had been about to pack away in her satchel. It was empty, only the barest remnants of a violet-hued residue still clinging to the sides of the glass.
How she had come to loathe the color.
"He yet lives," she said, the words caustic and cutting. She shoved the vial into her bag, a frown pulling at her lips. "Yet another failure to add to your tally, I suppose."
The Dungeon Master stood tall and unmoving, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her. The room was dim, naught but a single candle lit upon the bedside table to illuminate the space—and yet still she saw how the corners of his lips twitched downward.
"He will meet his end," the Dungeon Master said, his voice smooth and calm. Almost comforting in its timbre. "He has but delayed the inevitable."
"He'll come back for me," Cassandra hissed, desperation undercutting the anger in her voice. "Surprise was the only thing I had over him—and now he knows my face. He won't stand for this slight. He won't let me live to regret my folly. He—"
The Dungeon Master crossed the distance between them in two strides, his hand gripping at her chin and stilling her tongue. It was his touch, more than anything, that stunned her into silence. So used to his strength, to the raw power flowing through his veins, that she had braced for pain—but his grip upon her was gentle, used to simply angle her face toward him. To ground her before panic could set in and render her senseless.
"That man will not lay a finger on you, my dear." His thumb caressed her cheek, the well-worn leather a balm on her frayed nerves. The sensation soothed her, enough so that she lifted her gaze to meet his own, and was surprised to see a cold, silent fury burning within those ice blue eyes.
"Should he dare to try," he continued, his voice a low rumble, like that of distant thunder, "he will quickly come to realize that the gods he so eschewed are not as indifferent as he believed."
Several OC assumptions, pls confirm or deny -- Vaela likes sweet foods and is a decent shot with a throwing knife; Saya can out-drink Ayala; Caedyc (pardon my phrasing) thinks Vys is secretly more of a chick magnet than he is; Zaresh can't actually hold his wine that well; between Zaresh and Raandall, the latter is the bigger coward; the Dungeon Master has "kept" a few of his toys by means of petrification or other preservation to admire them when he wants.
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Oh. I love these.
Vaela likes sweet foods and is a decent shot with a throwing knife.
Vaela definitely likes sweet foods, specifically candies and chocolate and cakes and pastries. I like to think that she and her friends even try their hand at making them some nights at Riven's gigantic manor.
The knife, though? Eh, I don't think so. Knife throwing and archery are two very different things. I think she might have tried her hand at it once when hanging out with Riven (the party's resident rogue) and thought: "How hard could it be?" and it turned out that it is, indeed, hard. Riven probably laughed herself silly as Vaela completely missed the target.
Saya can out-drink Ayala.
I have never thought of this before but you know that? Yes. Absolutely. Ayala is lowkey grumpy about this.
Caedyc (pardon my phrasing) thinks Vys is secretly more of a chick magnet than he is.
I am so sorry, Caed. It's not just your thoughts. Vys is ABSOLUTELY more of a chick magnet than you. Vys doesn't flaunt it but it's absolutely the truth. Vys is just so much more mysterious. Deep voice. Cool demeanor. His armor is nearly blood red.
How could he NOT be a chick magnet.
Zaresh can't actually hold his wine that well.
Zaresh is a CONNOISSEUR. He is CULTURED with a REFINED palate. One does not overindulge in the finer things in life. You must savor it slowly and with relish. Lout.
(He would slit your throat before he admitted he would be zonked out after two glasses of wine in too short a timeframe.)
Between Zaresh and Raandall, the latter is the bigger coward.
Oh, this one is FASCINATING. I have never thought to compare them before. It's so difficult to answer this because they are cowards in different ways. Raandall hides behind a whole army that he commands, whereas Zaresh hides more behind his charm and manipulation.
I mean, taking sheer numbers and resources into consideration, Raandall is ABSOLUTELY the bigger coward. He has the backing of the ENTIRE Empire. He can pick a fight with anyone—he won't be the one fighting them! He can sick squads of Stormtroopers and fleets of Star Destroyers on anyone with the barest wave of a hand. But will you ever find him on the ground fighting with them? Absolutely not.
Zaresh at least is alone. He has no one else. No allies, no resources beyond his own wit and charm, and certainly nothing with which he can use as a barrier between him and his target. He has a reason to be a giant coward about everything. Raandall has power and influence Zaresh would absolutely kill for.
The Dungeon Master has "kept" a few of his toys by means of petrification or other preservation to admire them when he wants.
I've never thought of this either but I am slamming that YES button. Slapping it rapidly in succession. His favorite toys get a place of honor in whatever plane of existence he calls his own.
Ship asks! 18, 19, 38, and 47 for Addie/Lem; 32 and 39 for Saya/Crow :)
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Addie/Lem
18) how do they disturb or challenge each other
You mean other than Addie being shoved under Lem's command in the hopes that they will be each other's downfall?
The obvious answer is a physical one. Lem challenges Addie to be stronger, to be a better swordsman and soldier than anyone else in the Lions of Mercy, so that at the very least no one can question her abilities to be a soldier on top of everything else. And he is a large part of the reason why she has become the soldier she currently is! She was always scrappy and resourceful, but lacked any proper training. Now she's a model soldier who would probably be in line for a promotion or two, were it not for her caste and her gender and her questionable means of entering the service.
Addie certainly challenges Lem to be more accepting, I think. Sure, he's chill with his niece-daughter smashing Aldish gender norms and the restrictive role women play in their society, but some strange Semon woman who otherwise seems to have been placed in his lap to punish him? These weren't exactly circumstances that set up an environment for comradery and acceptance, especially not in Alderode. It took some persistence and a bit of understanding on Lem's part, but Addie eventually convinced him that she was no (pure) charity case, but someone who probably would have earned her place here anyway had she at least been born a man.
I do think Mickie's presence in his life helped Lem be a little more receptive to this, though. Mikaila opened the door so Addie could walk in relatively unimpeded.
19) where do their morals and ideals align and where do they diverge? are they attuned or in conflict ethically
Oh, this is so interesting.
So, Addie is no angel. She has committed atrocities as a Lion, without a doubt. That's kind of their thing. However! I do not think she is the zealot that Lem is. Like, she and him are basically aligned in their pretty baseline Ssaelit Ald sensibilities: Alderode is their one safe haven in the world, as Ssaelits are hated and massacred everywhere else; Ssael killed the gods so they might one day make a better more perfect world together; the Gefendur hate us for this and so much be fought and killed to prevent them from wiping us out.
Y'know. The usual stuff.
But Lem's a bit cracked. We all know this and love him for it. He is willing to go to extreme lengths if it means protecting his family and his people. Addie is following orders, though perhaps with more vigor to more firmly entrench herself in the Lions and prove she deserves to be here.
The thing is, I don't think they realize exactly how much they diverge until Lem is willing to sell her out to the Lions once the Gefendur demands for her head reach them. It's his twisted way of protecting his family and saving her. After all, were she to die, she would be reborn in the next life as someone better with better circumstances, no?
Though, I will say, he cannot bring himself to do the deed himself. Cowardice, maybe. Quite possibly even hypocritical. Addie likes to think she would never do to him what he did to her, though who's to really say?
I know for sure that Addie would think him utterly INSANE if she ever found out about the plot that wound up killing Duane. You mean Lem meant to DIE and FIND SSAEL and KILL HIM??? And become God HIMSELF???????? That's a big ol' divergence right there lmao.
38) how does jealousy manifest in their relationship and how do they usually handle it
Oh, I gotta reference the actual answer I got on this from Ashley herself:
"Lemuel’s never been deeply in love with a woman so it’s hard to say if he’d be jealous or not. Or maybe it’s not so hard. He was certainly jealous of Duane and all the privileges he was born with, and everything he felt was handed to him. That could carry over to a romantic relationship. Lemuel’s had to bleed and hurt for everything he’s ever gotten in life. Once he had a hold of something he truly valued, he wouldn’t be likely to let it go easy."
I have always imagined that any sort of jealousy on Lem's part ends bloodily. He does not attempt any sort of self-reflection or allow for any measure of misunderstanding. If he thought Addie had caught some other lad's eye, that lad would at best earn a broken jaw and a shattered nose. If he was lucky.
If Addie was entertaining someone else's attentions? Oh, I do believe he would be furious, and talking him down would be no small task, and he would be watching her like a hawk for any indication that her assurances that 'it's nothing' was a lie meant to throw his degenerate pissmop self off her trail. He cannot sense lies, after all. Not like the other true Alds. It'd be up to his own instincts to suss out if she has truly betrayed him in such a definitive manner.
This scenario is not pretty. I won't even lie. I've often imagined the (highly unfortunate, but probable) scenario of the other soldiers coming onto her or Attempting Worse and how badly that would end for them. I have no doubt Lem has permanently disfigured more than one man out there for having been, uh, presumptuous regarding Addie.
Addie doesn't exactly get the same allowances in this instance that Lem does, though. She doesn't get to be violently possessive of him. They shouldn't even be interacting, let alone together in any sense of the word. Prior to them being together, having to hear about Lem's exploits with those lovely Soud girls must have been torture. Addie would probably just get real quiet and curt with him whenever these tales reached her ears. Especially when she was busy trying to convince herself that no she does not feel anything for her commanding officer because that would be bad.
The funny thing, though, is that she feels no jealousy (in the classic sense of the word, at least) toward Leysa once she and Lem marry following Duane's death. Sure, Addie wishes that was a possibility for her, but she also knows that this is pure duty to Duane that led Lem to do this. It's expected. But also, she knows how terrible it would be for the late Rector's family to be left at the mercy of some strange man that Leysa was married off to. At least with Lem now the head of the house, the kids have the familiarity of Uncle Lemuel, and Leysa knows that she will be taken care of and safe with a truly good man that means her and her family no harm.
I like to think that Leysa and Addie get along. I also like to think that Leysa more than suspects what goes on between Lemuel and his Semon subordinate. She does not approve, of course, but she also cannot deny that Lemuel seems a happier man when she's around.
47) what are their fights like? how intense is it? how do they go on about apologizing
Oh, we've seen a select few of their fights, and they can get pretty intense. They both are pretty headstrong, and have gotten good at needling each other when they are aggravated. I do think Lem is nastier about it when he is angry, though. Addue can spit a good amount of venom, but Lem is especially good at twisting the knife once he's plunged it in.
How they apologize? I'm... not entirely sure they do lmao. This is not remotely healthy, I know. but I think they both prefer to just drop the subject and pretend like it never happened. I think Addie might be the only one who ever feels the need to at least say the words "I apologize" if she feels like she's overstepped. But, once again, that is very much both a societal expectation placed upon her as a woman and also the fact that her situation is so precarious. Lem could make her life hell if he wanted to.
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Saya/Crow
32) is there happiness between them and in which way does being together bring them happiness? is there more happiness than sadness or less?
All things considered, I think that there is plenty of happiness between them. I can't say that there is more sadness than happiness, even with Saya's situation, because the despair and desperation she carries is her own, and she would not put that onto Crow, even if he would be perceptive to the matter.
But I do think that what they have is what makes her situation easier to bear. Between his friendship/companionship and Velah's friendship, it's made this nightmare scenario just a tad more bearable.
In Crow specifically, though, Saya finds an understanding that she thought she wouldn't find in this strange place. He is patient with her, despite her reluctance to lean into her new powers and to rely on the resources the Vanguard could grant her. Saya is very much like a wild horse in this scenario, gnashing and kicking at any who get too near. Crow understands this desperation too keenly from what he has learned from his past as Uldren.
There is also the fact that Crow is very much a soldier in his own right. Having someone so close that understands that mindset makes Saya feel ever so slightly more at home here, and less like a fish out of water. She can basically be herself around him, and even if it just the illusion of happiness and normality, it is something that keeps her sane.
On Crow's side? I think that coming off of the nightmare that was everyone hating his ass for what he did as Uldren, it's nice to find that rare person who a) has no idea who he was and b) does not care what he might have done in that previous life. In Saya's mind, he has been gifted cin vhetin, a fresh start.
(The full definition stands as "term indicating the erasing of a person's past when they become Mandalorian, and that they will only be judged by what they do from that point onwards; like the 'first turn of the screw cancels all debts' for sailors")
So he has a freedom with Saya that he doesn't with pretty much anyone else he comes in contact with, because as much as the D2 crew seem to have forgiven him his transgressions, there is simply NO WAY everyone is chill with this turn of events. Saya fully doesn't care and treats him like she would anyone else.
39) what are they the most grateful about in their partner
Whoops. Answered a lot of this in the previous question lmao
But I will reiterate: the patience and understanding that Crow shows Saya; Saya's disinterest in whatever past transgressions Crow committed as Uldren; the solace Saya finds in Crow when she gets especially desperate to find a way home, as well as Crow's assurances that they are trying and that they will find a way.
I do also think that, going off of the cin vhetin deal, that Saya is fully willing to fight anyone that still gives Crow grief. Which... I don't know that Crow is precisely grateful for that, seeing as he does not want her fighting anyone for him; but he is, in a way? She cares enough to not let anyone make him feel Less Than or Guilty for things that were beyond his control and that he did not remember doing until Bullshit Space Magic made him remember. That's more than most anyone did for him when he was first Risen.
I miss these two. I need to do things with them.
An idle-curiosity question... do you ever think about changing your url to lionessofdurlyne? Or some reference to being Lemuel Adelier's wife perhaps? :3
GOD THIS CRACKED ME UP TO READ
I have NOT but oh my god.....the temptation.........
While I've never considered the lionessofdurlyne url, I HAVE considered changing my url to lemueladelier—but I've been zacksfairest for SO long now. It feels like a brand. I feel like changing it would screw with that brand.
