#sirdavinos

[thetachonisboy]

< Brief starter for @sirdavinos >

Breathing. Blinking. Eating.

All things he could do, and yet all things he no longer needed. His sensations felt muted, almost. As though everything that happened to him, happened at a distance. Like every feeling had to travel through the force of a gelatinous cube just to reach his skin.

Occtis hated it. So much had happened, so much had changed. The person who would understand the most, certainly, had to be Julien, yet so much stood between them. A distance perhaps larger than that between Occtis and his own soul.

The morning had come, and, oh– sleeping was another thing he apparently had no need for anymore. While things had calmed enough for a rest, the tensions remained high in a way that Occtis almost wished he could be able to sleep past the morning issues again, but he wasn’t that lucky.

None of them were.

So instead, he quietly greeted Thaisha (who had rarely left his side practically all night, up until the need to make breakfast arose) and kept his gaze down. He could force his way through some morning tea if it meant not having to face Aranessa, or think about the way that Vaelus got her stone back, or even look in the direction of Julien. Anything to avoid that last one..

[allexandrianrejects]

@sirdavinos

A near animalistic hiss left Circe's body when she saw him. One of the few surviving Davinos, likely enraged by the massacre committed by the Tachonis. It was that anger that led a fae of the Royce to murder Aniko, wasn't it? Maybe this knight, too, had goals in killing her or her remaining brother— an eye for an eye from Royce to Tachonis, the vassals as their cannon fodder.

Yet, she was alone. No soldiers nearby, none of her machines to do her bidding. Circe had left them behind to work in peace.

"Clearly state your intentions, or I shall cast poison spray directly into your eyes, Sir Davinos," she demanded, attempting to sound intimidating. It only came out pissy and pitiful. "Is it by happenstance of by design that you have found me?"

[courierofgods]

@sirdavinos liked for a starter.

A hum escapes the gods lips as he looks down at the other from his spot in the tree. Lazily laying back down lets a hand dangle down as he glances the knight over. Eyes hidden under the visor and wings. Yet Hermes can still see him perfectly.

“Quite the group you got yourself stuck with sit knight” he chuckles head tilting at him curiously.

[stitchedead]

Occtis... doesn't like Julien.

Even as the events of the night threaten to overwhelm him... he can't deny that truth. But whenever he looks at Julien now, Occtis sees the face of a man who has truly lost everything. And when he thinks about what Julien's experienced on this night - the countless losses he's suffered, the pain he's endured; losing his father and his entire world to the whims of a madman in a way that can never be undone... he knows the grief that must be choking his soul is something Occtis can't even imagine.

And that makes him feel something deep in the pit of his stomach - a place where he shouldn't feel anything anymore. Sympathy, sorrow; but they're uncomfortable things, making Occtis want to avert his eyes in shame and piercing him with unspoken questions that he knows Julien must be carrying as well. Why him? Why did Occtis get to come back, and not Julien's father? Not anyone else at all?

Yet he doesn't avert his gaze, and he doesn't lower his head. Even though he feels awful for Julien... something stubborn in Occtis knows that all of this isn't his fault, and doesn't want to let this man blame him for the actions of his family. Maybe it's because if he were to accept that blame, he wouldn't be able to take it, and the weight of guilt would drown him completely... So he clings to that fact, anchoring himself in the truth that he doesn't deserve this - that has to be the case. Right?

"I'm sorry." he says, eventually. His voice almost breaks as he does, and it feels as if he's shaking, but he doesn't actually move at all. "I really am. If I could bring them back, I would, but... I didn't want this. I-I need you at least to know that."

@sirdavinos ( starter! )

[tachonismancer]

carpals.what small habits do they have ?

BARE BONES. headcanon questions.

oh, he used to have so many. when he was alive there were a lot of things he used to do just to feel safe. check your sigils, read your grimoire, organize you spell components, do the same experiment over and over and over until it has reached perfection.

he still does those, but now his habits are more muted, like everything else about him, yet they are also more personal. not having to sleep allows him an amount of time he never had on his life and he uses it to explore things he never felt too comfortable worrying about, he practices with a thumb piano like he saw aranessa do once, he brushes pincushion and redo his stitches when they start to get loose, he hums and recites poetry under his breath. he allows moments for himself beyond his interest in magic.

accepting.

[allexandrianrejects]

it  helps  if  you  actually  watch  where  you  put  your  feet. / For nikola, possibly a younger julien trying to train him in swordsmanship?

Nikola rolled his eyes, attempting to straighten out his feet, though still holding the rapier in his hand at an awkward angle, the knuckle bow held too close to his wrist. "But a battle isn't a fencing match, is it? Do you always watch where you put your feet when you're fighting?"

Maybe the teenager was pouting slightly that he wasn't as adept at swordsmanship as his siblings— even his sister, three years younger than him, held a sword like it was natural for her, as if she was born to do so. Still, the Davinos were a vassal house; it was important all their members be trained in combat, and there was only so much his magic could do when the laws began closing in.

The younger brother sighed, rolling the shoulder of his sword arm. He turned towards Julien with a somewhat defeated expression. "Perhaps it's just useless. Any learned opponent would easily kick my ass."

[lightpriest]

i don't care if you think you're fine. i'm staying. — @sirdavinos

Wicander stared at Julien, a man so well-connected with the House of Royce. Once upon a time, that would've meant something to Wick. Once upon a time, he might have considered appealing to Julien as a means to gain the House of Halovar a potential ally with the Royce House. Now? He had taken the brunt of a nasty spell on Julien's behalf, more so out of reflex than as a bid for the Davinos boy's favor. After all, Tyranny said it herself: Wicander's beliefs rang true. The Light meant something to him, and he believed that it could mean something to others, too.

He'd already healed a decent amount of the damage. The color had returned to his cheeks. Still, he had more work to do and not very much cover to do it. He couldn't really turn down a helping hand.

❝ A-alright. ❞ More confusing still, he didn't know how to interpret this show of kindness from Julien. Was it kindness, or was it leverage? Manipulation? After all, he couldn't trust his own judgment. Not after having lived out his grandmother's lie for his entire life.

❝ Could you, maybe, keep an eye out while I finish my healing rites? ❞