Inigo Montoya

My name is Inigo Montoya. Once, I was a man on a mission, bent on revenge. A swordsman, trained to rival most with the very sword my father designed. Now, I am a simple blacksmith. What do you do when your purpose no longer exists? What do you become?

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neverletyoufall​:

“Doesn’t it? She said she didn’t return them, I set myself to falling out of love with her, and I found it much easier than I thought it would be.” He shook his head, frowning lightly. It made him feel disloyal, somehow, even though he had no real cause to be loyal to someone who didn’t want to be with him and showed very little interest in even being his friend now. His own inconstancy bothered him though.

He chuckled a little as he pulled one of the shots toward him, nodding slightly to show his assent. There were few things Cor had that he wouldn’t willingly share or give away outright if someone asked. “I found her. I ensured she was safe. I think I’ve fulfilled my obligations as far as honor goes.” He picked up another of the glasses and tipped it back, setting it back on the bar with a little laugh. “Exactly the problem. I did everything I said I would, and perhaps more. Yet here I am, thinking I ought to go on feeling poorly about it out of some mangled sense of loyalty.”

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“Then it likely wasn’t love,” he pointed out, “A deep infatuation, intense, filled with hope for a future of more, but love? True love? That takes time and deep connection and is not so easily gotten rid of.” He shook his head gently at his friend and reached over to curl a hand gently around his shoulder. “There’s more in the world.”

Time spent with Cornelius was always easy, even fun, and for a man like Inigo, fun had long been hard to come by. “You have, and anyone who had a sense of honor would tell you so,” he agreed, his eyes lingering on him as he drained another shot. Reaching over, he picked up another glass and tipped it back as well, setting it down more in front of Cor and turning to look at him seriously. “There are people far more deserving of that loyalty of yours than a woman who’s already run off to live a life without you in it. Surely there are people in your life that have stuck by you? At least one other you find attractive at the very least?” He chuckled at that last question, knowing it was a crapshoot with this man’s honor and how willing he would have been to even acknowledge such a thing.

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neverletyoufall·:

“Perhaps it was when she said she didn’t want to be with me.” He chuckled humorlessly, though that was really the least of it. He understood Maia’s decision, even if he didn’t agree with it. It was hard to be with someone when she didn’t know herself that well, but that wasn’t the case for Cor. He’d always known exactly who he was. Fableton had brought him new challenges, forced him to learn new things about himself, but that was life. The foundation was solid. To him, a relationship meant growing and learning together.

“I spent very little time with her,” he admitted. “I spent more time looking for her than actually with her because I’d made a promise, and I would have kept it regardless of my feelings. But now I find it’s very easy to go on with my life without her, because she was hardly in it in the first place. I think if it was love, it would have stayed with me longer. Or I’d at least be more changed by it.” It was the first time he’d really tried to put it into words with another person, and he had no idea if it even made sense outside of his head.

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“What she says has nothing to do with how you feel,” he pointed out, “Feelings can be unrequited, it does not make them any less valid.” That was the largest problem with falling for anyone and allowing yourself to feel that way, you were opening yourself up to something potentially painful indeed. Once, there had been someone like that in his life, and it certainly hadn’t worked out as they’d both once thought, but that was a literal lifetime ago. 

He smiled slowly and snagged one of Cor’s shots with a playful smirk, tossing it back and setting the glass back in its place. “Ah, then it’s your honor that got played with, likely more than your heart. And for you, my friend, that is something,” he shook his head. He understood what a man’s honor could mean to them, what a promise made could mean, as it was ultimately the crux of his own life dilemma. “Then why allow it to make you morose?”

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neverletyoufall·:

“A useful philosophy until you have a streak of not-great days.” He offered a wry smile. He was on something of a not-great streak himself, through no one’s fault but his own. He was a bit tired of his own moping and considered this little adventure at least a step in getting over himself. He’d wanted to move on and gotten his wish, so what did he have to complain about?

He returned the smile, not quite sure he knew what that meant. Inigo didn’t strike him as a particularly happy person. He worried about his friend sometimes, particularly when he was drinking and working the Forge at the same time. It wasn’t an especially safe environment even while sober. He lifted a shot in response, flashing a warm smile before he tipped it back. “First rate. I wanted to fall out of love, and I have. I’m beginning to wonder if I was ever properly in it.”

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“There’s nothing that says it’s not even then,” he pointed out, as most of that was subject to personal opinion. Inigo could certainly sympathize with a string of not-great days, and he wasn’t quite a fan of them so didn’t like the idea of Cor suffering from them. He came across as a much better person than himself, after all. 

At the answer to his question, it clicked in Inigo’s admittedly hazy brain and he simply let out a soft ‘ah’ of understanding and nodded once. “Now that’s a slippery slope, my friend,” he pointed out with a shake of his head. “What makes you question it?” If he was questioning the validity of his feelings, then there was a valid reason to.

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neverletyoufall·:

His own smile widened in return. Inigo seemed to have no idea how disarmingly charming he could be without even trying, though the people around them certainly noticed. He coughed a soft laugh into his fist, though it really wasn’t funny how badly the two girls at a nearby table were trying to get his attention. He felt a bit bad, actually, but not bad enough to do anything about it. Matchmaking was certainly not one of his strengths.

“Bad?” he mused, idly spinning one of the empty shot glasses. “I suppose not. Not great,” he acknowledged grudgingly. He wasn’t very good at expressing his feelings when they were bad, not even to himself. He’d been heartbroken when Maia said she didn’t want to be with him, but that had faded with time, and much less of it than he’d expected. The truth was that it was alarmingly easy to go on with his life without her. They’d spent so little time together. He was starting to realize he’d been in love with an idea far more than a person, and he wasn’t sure what that said about him. Nothing good, he didn’t think. “How are you, my friend?” He also signaled for more shots. Despite rarely drinking, apparently his tolerance was quite impressive.

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Inigo didn’t particularly care for the attention directed his way, and as a result was normally oblivious to it. He had to choose to pay attention to a person, especially these days, and for now Cor had his attention. It wasn’t that he was incapable of enjoying the attentions of others, but he really had little reason to, as a general rule. 

“Not great is as good a reason as any,” he shrugged, entirely willing to help justify the current drinking trajectory Cor was on. “After all, if it isn’t great, what is the point of it?” He had witnessed many things, world-changing and innocuous, and he had decided if it wasn’t great, it was pointless. He had no great love other than for his father. No great deed to accomplish other than vengeance. 

He was content to spend his night drinking beside Cor, so he smiled easily at the gesture for shots. “I am as well as I ever am,” he pointed out with a chuckle, smiling at the bartender before pulling his shot close and downing it, sliding the glass back. When the bartender settled more down, he lifted one to Cor with a lift of an eyebrow. “And you? How do you fare?”

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neverletyoufall·:

Cor had suspected that more of his power as a faerie lingered than he first realized when he arrived in Fableton. Along with some minor nature magic and an affinity for most living things, he’d never been sick in the two years he’d been there, aside from his initial recovery after being frozen in a pond. Despite sometimes long days in the Forge, he didn’t tire easily. He wasn’t particularly stronger or faster than the average human (and much slower than a faerie, in fact), but he wondered what else this body was capable of.

Perhaps foolishly, he was now testing the theory against inebriation. Not the kind to overindulge (at least, not now that he was older–a few instances of faerie wine with Tink came to mind), he’d never been drunk in his human body before. According to Chel, drinking was a good way to get over one’s heartbreak, and he was willing to try that as well. A number of empty shot glasses sat before him on the bar, and although he didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of tequila, it seemed to become less of a factor the more he drank. “Oh, hello.” He smiled at the sight of a familiar face, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. “Care to join me?”

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There were quite a few things about his life that remained from before Fableton. His ability to drown himself in a bottle was certainly at the top of the list. It was normally something he did on his own, but every now and then, he was a fan of company while he drank. Those were the nights he spent at any one of the various bars available to him in Fableton. It was a surprise to him to see Cor sitting at the bar with an array of empties in front of him.

He thought of the empties left at home and compared, figuring they were rather close which worked for him. “I do not see why I shouldn’t,” he flashed a rather disarmingly charming grin at Cor as he settled onto the seat. “Celebrating? Bad day?” He quirked his eyebrow at the glasses with a light chuckle before lifting his finger and a gesture to the pile of empties so he could simply join his friend on the level. 

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djaqofalltrades‌:

Her eyes fell closed when his hand grasped her chin, her stomach twisting in response.  She quickly reached up and pulled his hand away, not letting it go quite yet as she replied, “You already know the answer to that.”

He curled his fingers around hers, pulling her hand to his chest as he looked at her. “I do not deserve to hear it said, but perhaps a small mercy of it,” he pleaded quietly.

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drivenxsnow‌:

It was something she’d been considering for some time, the need for a weapon.  Maybe she hadn’t run into the queen, and didn’t have any indication the queen was here, but it was a terrifying thought.  Maybe.  Being prepared felt much, much better.  It had taken her two days to build up the courage to do it, but she stepped into The Forge with purpose and a goal.  

“Hello, sir.  I’m hoping you can help me with a weapon.  I’m good with a sword, but all things considered, I think I would prefer a knife to carry here.  Is that possible, and are you the proper person to ask?” 

His head tipped to study her, musculature, limb length, height, occasionally having to blink slightly bleary eyes to clear them. “It is possible, and I am the person, yes,” he nodded as he stood up, gesturing for her to follow him. He led her to a display of things already done, searching for a particular one that he felt was most suiting that he currently had on hand. “Try this, but carefully,” he instructed as he picked it up and held it to her, hilt-first.

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djaqofalltrades‌:

Her eyes squeezed tighter together as she tried (and failed) to keep her breathing steady.  She finally looked at him, her heart aching at the sight of his emotive brown eyes.  “You pushed me away, Inigo.  I understand why, but that did not make it hurt any less.  If I had known you would be here, I would not have come at all.”

His hand shifted to curl under her chin lightly in a comfortable, familiar gesture to him. “Do you not miss me, Djaq?”

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djaqofalltrades‌:

Clearly she had acted too slowly, as he was able to reach her before she could disappear, just as he had from her life.  Her eyes slammed shut when she felt his hand wrap around her wrist, her stomach twisting as she fought the onslaught of emotions hearing her name from his lips.  “I don’t want to do this again.  Saying goodbye to you was hard enough the first time.”

He stepped up close behind her with a heavy sigh, his other hand coming up to curl around her arm. “I do not want you to hurt, Djaq, I have told you before. But, I can not stand the thought of watching you simply walk away from me either.”

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djaqofalltrades‌:

She had been putting off this trip for quite a while.  She had no idea if Inigo would be there or not, but knowing it was his place and the chance was there had kept her away for so long.  Unfortunately, her sword had grown incredibly dull and after an anger-fueled workout, she even chipped part of it off.  It needed some attention, and a forger’s hands, but when she walked into the shop, she was expecting those hands to be completely unfamiliar to her.  She stood there, frozen, for far too long before quickly turning and making her way out the way she had come.

The sight of Djaq sent his heart racing but made his stomach plummet. Shoving his chair back as he stood up abruptly, he covered the space between them in a few large steps, reaching out to curl a soot and charcoal covered hand around her wrist gently. “Djaq, wait...” The entreaty was quiet and pleading.

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Taking a long drink from his glass, Inigo set it down to look at the plans he’d been working on. A true test of craftsmanship, he’d worked on it in his rare moments of clarity, and even some of less than perfect clarity. Drink and work was enough to keep his mind of the churning emotions raging under the surface when he allowed himself to think on them. Hearing the door to the Forge open, he picked his head up, “How may I be of service?”

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takemehighermaia‌:

“I don’t mind at all. I don’t have a lot of friends here, honestly” Maia paused, “But I am working on that, of course.” 

“I am sure that you will find some in time.”

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takemehighermaia‌:

“Okay” Maia smiled, “Thank you again, Inigo. I really appreciate all your help. I hope you don’t mind me calling you a friend.” 

“You are quite welcome.” He blinked in surprise before chuckling, “I do not mind as long as you do not.”

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darkandsinister-man‌:

He chuckled when he took it upon himself to drain the bottle and pulled out a fresh one and two glasses because why the hell not. He sank onto the couch and sloshed a little into both glasses.

He picked up one of the glasses and raised it toward Hook before taking a solid drink from it and letting out a satisfied sigh. Sinking back into the couch, it was easy to think he wasn’t making a terrible decision.

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takemehighermaia‌:

“I am sure.” Maia’s voice showed no doubt, knowing that while Inigo might make questionable decisions, he has been nice to her. She likes to think of him as a friend. “Are you sure? I don’t mind helping you since you helped me” She tilted her head, “Though you should head home and rest a bit.”

Inigo gave her a gentle, if lopsided smile as he nodded, “I am quite sure. I will be making my way home after I deliver you to your own, do not worry about that.”

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takemehighermaia·:

“It is worth a lot right now. I really do appreciate it.” Maia smiled, hoping she isn’t coming across ungrateful. His advice reminded her a bit of her friend and she wished Jacquimo was here. “… No. I rather stay with you, if that’s alright. Maybe I can make you tea or something if you like? I don’t actually keep alcohol my place.” 

“If you are sure,” he gave her a small smile, just glad to be of some kind of service to the young woman. “I don’t mind accompanying you the entire way. No need for you to take care of me after the fact. I can see my way home once you are safely inside your own.”

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takemehighermaia·:

“You think so?” Maia frowned, “Sometimes it doesn’t feel like that.” Shrugging, she knows that Inigo was right. Her and Cor were going to be fine. Though she doubted that it will be a happy ending for herself. Maybe the drunk man was rubbing off on her in not a good way. But he seems very nice and she appreciates it. “We are almost at my place. How are you feeling?” 

“I do, for whatever a drunken man’s thoughts are worth to you,” he let out a self-deprecating little laugh. He certainly had no place to be coaching anyone on matters of the heart, considering how accomplished he had apparently become in breaking them. “I am just fine. Do you wish to make your own way from here?”