[watcheds]

　　♰　WATCHEDS　/　An independent writing blog for the original character Declan Crane.　PLEASE READ LORE BEFORE INTERACTION.　This is a sideblog;　follows / asks will come from LEPARCT.

Exploring trust　&　the loss of it,　mothers and the lies they tell,　what it means to be a good person,　how far should you go in the name of what is right ?　the apple falling far from the tree,　&　learning when to break the rules.

Lore entwined with　&　inextricable from:　orciniae 💜 ,　puncia,　pinkhat,　&　damnd-he ;　( as well as my other blogs in this verse :　leparct,　gyrlfalcon. )

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[orciniae]

A moment of a gentle smile and a notion that you acknowledged his response of trusting you. Yours was definitely for usual banter to play on his little nerves. — HE REALLY SHOULD KNOW NOT TO TRUST YOU, you are the very product of worse than liars. Still. he seemed to have continued this alliance of some sort with you enough to gain his trust (and more . . .) an easy door in and out of all the information and dirty work all these years from Watcher seemed like a good enough bargain for the company you have together.

So deeply devoted by chance, SO MUCH HISTORY and well . . . years of sneaking around, that some days it did feel real to be somewhat committed to the bit of this couple-y role-play you do with him. Still with no understanding of the concept. But he tagged along with it, so you return the fantasy.

(You really hit the jackpot from the get go Orca huh?) “I mean can we really trust anyone— you should’ve just run off that day.” the day you had your first kill. the day you have officially signed your blood and soul to the IRG and the killer ORCA was born, the very place you’ve admittedly to call home and now seeking a way out. That Day. An implication present in your voice and referring to his own mother, a pettiness laced in her voice that he still protects her whilst being here with her. SO STRANGELY CONFUSING to understand the complexity of being empathic. All you knew was the job had to be done, Yasumi’s could be the same. “Look D, Becca promised freedom. i don’t know if I trust her either, but if you want an out now just say so. I can’t really deal with cards right now and predict whether you’re with me or not on this.”

[watcheds]

There is no world where you are not with her on this　⸻　there is no world where you are not with her on anything.　 Your life is owed to her;　the blood of the men who haunt your nightmares is on her hands　/　hands that,　as she so eloquently put it,　have saved your ass in ways you probably don't want to understand.　You are nothing if not a loyal dog :　laid at the feet of those you love.　( You loved your mother once,　though the dog she reared was quieter than you are now.　You did not bark or howl or stick your nose where it did not belong :　even if you were only seeking affection.　You love your mother still,　but you cannot be that obedient beast again. )

“You know I'm with you,”　gentle words are lit aflame by stubborn fire in your eyes　⸻　you have been with her for almost a decade at this point,　&　even without your entanglement,　you think you would do this anyway.　Your mother has caused more harm than you can ever imagine.　You can't turn a blind eye from your ivory tower as she has done.　“And I don't regret it.　So...　yeah,　I'll get the stuff.　I want you guys to get out of here.　And I want my mom to pay for all of this.　Shit,　I mean,　you know I don't want her dead,　but ... ”

But there has to be some kind of payment.　Just because you refuse to hand over her name to the girls who would just as soon see a bullet in her skull doesn't mean you can find it in your heart to forgive her.　There is no forgiving the one who watches and does not intervene.　Project Durant may not be what she signed up for,　but she has done nothing but comply.　Sparing her life is the only kindness you can extend.

[orciniae]

@watcheds : “you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”

Immediately amusing snicker towards the fact, would she ever be? The confidence in her ability to sway him had been an ongoing project of yours. HE WAS THE PERFECT TARGET, A PERFECT BLUEPRINT of such goodness that you consumed to taint. Boy oh Boy were he the perfect personality of your skill to exude in. and how perfectly aligned to the intent of seeking information from THE WATCHER. “—keep your friends and your enemies closer they say right?” you humoured his predicament. Always knew what to say to urge a reaction from him, whether it be good or not. Something to tickle her brain to evoke any kind of banter and push of a button. Theres a hint of mischief in your smile, Chin resting at your palm batting your eyes at him like a sweet angel. DEVIL IN DISGUISE. “You don’t trust me yet?” cooed with a mocking pout.

Deviously provoking a friendliness, force a connection that will never be real. as all of them were never going to be allowed to anyways. But to force a dynamic between you two would steal that trust so you can finally have your hands on the IRG’s dirty files. “—Don’t you think saving your ass multiple times proves enough that you can trust me. I mean I could easily just—“ motioning dagger across own neck, as if it was just a norm. which was for you. A little threatening gesture was a joking matter to you in this case for him.

[watcheds]

Young girl whose expression is as saccharine as the lilt to her voice　⸻　you would have once trusted her without second thought.　But the version of you who could so blindly accept anything offered forth as truth is a boy long left in the rear-view.　( The you who believed in the inherent goodness of people was a lamb led willingly to the slaughter by your own mother's hand.　What a rude awakening.　What a good,　obedient idiot you'd been. )　You know now what painted pink smiles can hide,　&　that SOFT HANDS and BLOODIED ONES are not mutually exclusive.

“I trust you,”　honest words huffed past smirking lips　⸻　even after your world ended and began anew,　you haven't gotten the hang of the whole lying thing,　“it's everyone else I don't.”　It's Yasumi you don't.　Woman untethered to the IRG in any way beyond her own choices :　why would someone choose to take on this fight ?　You know why you have ;　that if your mother will never atone,　you will be the one to undo the damage she has caused　/　that Orca once clawed you from the jaws of death,　and as such you would follow her to whatever battle she deems necessary.　You can't understand Yasumi.

“Getting stuff from my ma for you is one thing,　but ...”　but what damage will the others do with precious secrets in their ruinous hands ?　Whatever might follow would be YOUR OWN FAULT　⸻　fool that you are for trusting those you barely know.　( Your mother is the only person in the world you have ever come close to hating.　She is still your mother.　You don't want to see her choking on dirt six-feet-under. )