bakerstreet | arranged marriage AU to scratch the itch.

arranged marriage AU to scratch the itch.

Arranged Marriage Turned More

To have and to hold, you said, till death do us part, all while the sharp, swinging pendulum of obligation hung overhead. But how could you have truly meant those words? This union has been tainted from the start, forever bearing the chains of an arranged marriage. It would be understandable if you couldn't bear to look at your new life partner, eternal reminder of your stolen future that they are, much less like them.
Much less love them...

Still, things can change.

You could realize that they are in the same boat as you or, that when compared to others around you,
they are the lesser of evils. Perhaps you even open up to the idea of a friendship; at the very least,
an alliance may be in order to become a power couple in a perilous world. From that innocent decision or sense of self-preservation, a new feelings sparks. Something like affection.

Something, you realize in the wake of speeding heartbeats, like love.

Will you acknowledge this? Can the two of you have a happily ever after - happier than if you'd met in another fashion - or will you hold firm in your distaste?

how to play.

- Everybody loves "couples forged by less-than-ideal circumstances" tropes!
- Comment with your character, prefs, all that good stuff.
- Reply to others.
- IDEC where you set your threads, it's wide open. Fantasy world with hairy hobbits, old-timey lands, future AUs, do a space marriage for all I care. I'm sure they're still getting married in Star Wars or whatever.

POSSIBLE REASONS FOR MARRIAGE:
① Station → You come from a royal, noble, or otherwise distinguished family who has chosen a suitable spouse for you.
② Feud → You are being married to put an end to the bitter enmity between your two families.
③ Economics → Your economic state and/or your station will improve through the union, though one of you may be marrying down.
④ Empire → You and your spouse are merging your businesses and/or property to create something more influential or profitable.
⑤ Tribute → You have been offered as a gift or appeasement, alternately you're the spoils of war.
⑥ Bloodline → Carrying on your distinguished family name has fallen to you and the equally well-bred spouse of your family's selection.
⑦ Disapproval → Your marriage has been arranged to keep you away from the person with whom you truly wish to be.

POSSIBLE SCENARIOS:
① First meeting → This is the very first time you're meeting your future spouse.
② Courtship → To get to know each other and encourage affection, your family has approved of you going on dates.
③ Engagement party → Be it a huge, formal affair or a small, intimate get together, you're celebrating (or pretending).
④ Wedding day → The big day!
⑤ Reception → The big party!
⑥ Wedding night → Every meme needs a smut prompt, right?
⑦ Honeymoon → Where will you go with your new spouse and what will you do there?

[ Since the other marriage meme disappeared, I guess it's okay to post this one? ]

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[ Once again, his eyes go wide. And this time, the eyedrops starting to take effect and sharpening his vision, allowing in the correct amount of light. This time, he can see his betrothed properly.

At no point did he doubt that he was beautiful. All viera are, if the stories are true, in the same way that one could hardly find an ugly tree. Because a tree has always grown into the exact correct shape for the place it is meant to be. Whatever they became, doubtless, it would become what 'beautiful' meant in that place. And yet, somehow, it had never quite occurred to him that he would be struck by his betrothed's beauty. All the rumours had discussed was how liable the thing from the forest was to kill him, after all, and once that proved unlikely then nothing else seemed particularly important.

Without the powder covering his markings, it's clear than his cheeks are quite red. And without his eyes dilated unnaturally, there's little hiding the way they do so on their own in interest. He barely even bristles at 'little', because somehow it sounds more affectionate than condescending.

And he doesn't quite know what to make of the way that now, they have made their own exchange. Of things that matter. Thivir placed the markings back on his face. And he will give him his knowledge. ]

You will still be expected to wear the trinket, I fear. And I mine, when I am next seen.

[ Not for a few days, hopefully. Perhaps he will be allowed to lock himself away in his rooms and read his books and talk about magic with his betrothed. And it's that thought that makes him lose focus on propriety, ust enough that his chin sinks into Thivir's hand. That his own hand falls lightly on his shoulder as he works at a bruise there.

It has been a long time, since anyone touched him. Kindly, at least. ]

I- yes. I am here. [ A pause, as he begins to understand what Thivir means. Not that he has only just found the thing standing before him, but that he has only just been able to discern what it is. ] I was not intending to deceive you, I swear.

[ Yet "beautiful" doesn't mean much to Thivir. He's aware that his sisters are considered quite lovely and well sought after. But then the Viera have long looked to the soul and one's actions rather than one's appearance. At the moment he assumes the comments that he has been overhearing since being picked up had been made due to the novelty of it all. A Viera dwelling within the Crystal Tower - likely the only one. And then upon arrival here and his brief moment in the chapel - because he is male.

It definitely will strike up more conversation about where all of the males go.

Neither here nor there at the moment. He notices that Raha's cheeks are red and while he doesn't know himself what dilated pupils might mean... Thivir knows that his words have taken some hold. The other hasn't taken offense and it is pleasant to realize that. It hadn't been his intention, after all. He sees this perhaps differently than Raha does. He knows what to make of the exchange for himself, personally. It would mean that it is at least a step towards understanding. Perhaps even acceptance, one day. Of seeing and truly meeting one another without all else that would weigh on them. ]

I had assumed as much. There is likely some way to track my movements hidden within no doubt. I did not realize that you would be required to as well.

[ Though he's just as surprised that the prince rests his chin fully upon Thivir's hand. Ears move again, this time twitching at the base. A bit of a shock, really and - at least by a Viera's standards - a bit. Well forward might not be the correct word, but it is overly familiar all the same. Raha might have been denied a kind touch for some years, but Thivir does not often receive any unless it is during a time where males are permitted within female villages. So, for a change, he is at a bit of a loss on what to do about it. Which is why he does nothing at all.

Instead he'll focus on the words. Thivir means more than discerning that the person before him is Miqo'te. He means the person behind it all. Who Raha is, not what. ]

No, I do not think it is I you have been deceiving. Even I can see that it is what was done in order to survive. However, in so doing, you have been deceiving no one but yourself.

I assume so. If I can learn their purpose, I will tell you. And while it remains unknown, I will not take offense if you would rather not wear it. Only- if my Grandfather sees you without it, he will happily consider it a refusal of whatever deal you have made with him.

[ Ah, right. Whatever deal has been made. The viera is not here by choice, and it would be less than proper to act as if he has. Slowly, reluctantly, he withdraws his hand. Turns his head upward, so that it no longer rests against his fingertips.

Sighs, in response to those words. He is right, of course. He makes a poor liar, and a poorer hyur. He grits his teeth and smiles again. ]

That is everything, I believe. No need for the medical node. [ And then, very tentatively. ] I- think I may need something to call you by.

[ Not 'what is your name'. If he was going to tell him that, he would have done so now. If not before, in the cell. ]

You don't need to answer now. Just- before we are next called before the court. To- survive, at you put it.

No need to trouble yourself with it. T'would be obvious what it is that you are attempting to do and who for.

[ He'd rather not put the prince in that position. Which makes him frown internally because, again, it shouldn't matter. Thivir is not here to ensure the prince's safety or even think of it. He is supposed to be using whatever advantage he can get in order to get to Xande. And yet!

...And yet.

Thivir takes a breath, even as the other pulls away. The Viera takes his hand back, of course, yet the warmth still lingers on fingertip. He rubs his hands a bit, a subtle way of trying to take that small encounter off without making it too obvious that it has left a bit of a mark. ]

It was no deal of mine. [ A frown. That had slipped out but oh well. Can't take it back. ] My duty is to protect and if this is what I must do, then I will. If wearing this ring is a means to that end, I will do it.

[ Though Raha is likely to find in the days to come that isn't going to be only in protection of his own people. Thivir may just end up inserting himself into situations surrounding the prince as well. Even if this is a bond, a marriage, under false pretenses it still is a special thing that must be treated with the respect it deserves. So he will. Simple as that.

He's already looking away from his spouse - an odd word he things - but his ears are turned toward Raha all the same. ]

I have not settled upon one. A name, that is. Should you think of one you find suits, I would hear it.

Then I shall wear my ring when my Grandfather next calls upon me. And whatever its purpose, we shall learn it together when we learn it. Can you read Allagan?

[ Is that a condescending question? He doesn't know, really. Everyone under the empire is taught to read the most basic form of Allagan, from princes to conscripts and prisoners. Even some of the chimera. But the jungle is not under Empire rule, even now. No doubt they have their own language. One with a written form, perhaps. But not necessarily Allagan. ]

I have books- most of them are from the school of Esoterics, but some are- There are histories, too. And stories. You will find names aplenty.

[ It isn't, if Raha is afraid of such a thing. In truth, Thivir has found himself able to understand languages that he had not known before. This, however, does not extend to written form.

He shakes his head. ]

I cannot. What I have learned has only been through messages intercepted through Allagan scouts.

[ So enjoy this. He is illiterate! In terms of what is used in the Empire. ]

Oh. I could teach you. Should, probably. There is little to do here other than read, unless you are of a mind to wander the tower itself.

[ He looks over the books, only for a moment, then moves to sit on the edge of the bed. It's massive, for a blessing, because it hasn't occurred to him that Thivir intends to just sleep in his many, many cloaks when the time comes. ]

Luneth. Is that acceptable?

It would likely be for the best that I learn, yes. Though I would beg for your patience.

[ A partial lie, though he doesn't know it. Thivir is rather a quick learner. He'll pick up on the language rather quickly once the basics are picked out.

His eyes watch the prince move about the room and then sit. Then his head tilts to the side as he mulls over the name. ]

Is there some particular meaning assigned to it?

The popular translation is 'light of courage', but my favoured one is 'blessed by the Eternal Wind'. [ He says, tapping a finger upon one of the books by his bedside. ] An old story, about a boy who had lived all his life in the sky, who came down to find the world below flooded, and-

[ Bad news, he's like this with stories as well as spells. ]

-you could read it for yourself, I think, before long. This volume is written in the simpler form of Allagan

[ How is that bad news? Again, Thivir is entertained by seeing that tail move from side to side in the background and those ears bounce on top of Raha's head. Already he has broken his own vow to remain silent unless necessary but it's hard to not feel somewhat at ease when the one he's apparently been paired with is...

Well rather disarming, so to speak. It's clear that he has a love for reading but it's not all educational. Not all scholarly. He likes stories. ]

Then I shall use this name. [ Now he's taking out all of those cloaks to, sure enough. Spread them out. Mostly so he doesn't have to see the facial expression. ] Though to learn my true name would mean that you'd have to truly succeed in winning me over.

[ Now Thivir means it as a tease. He assumes that the other will just fluster and stammer. What he doesn't realize is that he might have just issued a challenge at the same time. ]

[ He does fluster, ears shooting up and eyes wide.

And it's not a challenge, as such, that motivates him. More just- the possibility of it. That the viera is even contemplating the chance that he might, one day, genuinely care for him. Even if it's intended as a joke. Even if just to get a reaction out of him. He hops down from the bed, moving to Thivir and scrambling to grab for his hands. Which is not entirely proper. ]

I- I will try! I swear. I will endeavour to earn the honour and- and-

[ The excitement burns out after a matter of seconds. He averts his gaze. Withdraws his hands. And for once, does not grit his teeth. Does not smile. ]

-and this is a farce, I know. But I have ever aspired to do what duties are asked of me. Whatever my radiant Emperor's intentions in placing you in my care, you are here. The duty of marriage is that my loyalty be to you before all others. And so it is. Will be. Whether or not I ever earn your name.

[ No, it's not a reaction that he would have expected. That the prince would scramble to get to him and take up his hands. To be earnest for but a scant few seconds. That briefest flicker actually does hold Thivir's interest. Once more he finds himself at a loss for words and thought, ears forward and -

And there it goes. Just as quickly as it comes, it disappears. Fades. The Viera sighs then, wondering what must have been done to beat down Raha to the point where whenever he starts to feel anything, it is squashed down. He finds that he doesn't much care for it. It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't. It wouldn't to any one of his other brothers or sisters in this situation. To him, though, it does. ]

Raha.

[ A hand reaches out. Just one. Takes one of the prince's and then hold it. A simple touch, gesture. ]

My people are not especially verbose. Yet in the few moments I have been in this room, I have spoken more than I have in likely the last decade or so. Already I can acknowledge that this arrangement is the best option. I do not think your Emperor realizes that mistake. Even the one in the black robes said as much.

[ Because it could be worse. So much worse. If Thivir is to be here, then let him be with someone that actually sees him as a person. Not a weapon. Not a beast. Now it wouldn't bother him of these things had come to pass. He had expected them. But now that he has seen this Raha, he's actually relieved, in some small way. ]

If your loyalty is to me and I to you, then I would not necessarily call that much a farce. [ he gives the hand a firm pat before he releases it. ] Would you?

Ah, his advisor said that?

[ He vaugely remembers that, yes. His attention hadn't been on Emet-Selch, then. And if it had, he might have thought he was condemning the Viera's behaviour, not the choices of Xande himself. No doubt his grandfather assumed the same thing. ]

It must be true, then. I am not permitted to speak with Emet-Selch, myself. But it was he who convinced my radiant Emperor that it would be best that I should be kept alive and allowed my own thoughts, rather than placed under a neurolink. And that I should be permitted to leave the tower to study in Azys Lla. He has shown me nothing but kindness, even as it makes him unpopular among my cousins.

[ Almost as if he has some kind of ulterior motive or something. Probably best not to worry about it.

But he takes the viera's - Luneth's - hand in both of his own. Nowhere near as enthusiastic as before but no less earnest for it. ]

Then I am glad that you would speak with me so. And I fear that the days ahead will be long and trying, but please trust that I shall do all I can to ease them.

[ It could be both of course, Xande's choice to allow Thivir to stay based upon the Viera's behavior. One can't really know for sure. What Raha can be sure of is the way that Thivir frowns and his nose wrinkling slightly. There's something in those words, that explanation that he doesn't like. The Echo only enables him to understand foreign languages, occasionally see memories of the past, and discern intent to some degree. That doesn't mean it gives any insight into whether or not someone is plotting.

One thing is certain though - ]

The aether about him is thick. There is something amiss about it.

[ Which he has no idea if it is a well known documented fact that Viera are a little more sensitive to the changes in aether than some of the other Spoken. They refer to it as something else - mist - but it is all the same. Places that are aether-abundant are not necessarily pleasant for him to go - not that he knows this. Now he can't really pick out anything and it doesn't really give him any insight whatsoever. Thivir simply knows that the aether surrounding that man is... Different than the ambient aether of the room. As if it had been pulled from somewhere else.

Eyes look down at the hand in Raha's after he's done musing on the strange man and Raha's words. He's almost amused that they are just passing gestures back and forth. ]

In truth, I think they may be harder on you than I. Full well do I know the trouble I am likely to bring.

[ Meaning dealing with him is going to be the headache. ]

Truly? I have long known him to be a powerful mage, Grandfather would not listen to his counsel were he not, but I should struggle to think of anything seeming aether-dense next to the tower itself.

[ Which is a concerning thought, isn't it? That here, locked inside all the crystallised aether of the sun itself, something might seem more powerful in comparison.

The exchanging of gestures is silly, perhaps. But it is no less useful for it. He is learning, touch by touch, what he is permitted to do. Leaning into the viera's hand was too much. But taking his hands in his own is acceptable. It is good to know. It is- comforting. To be able to touch someone, in a way other than being struck. ]

We shall see. I am glad for your company, thus far. Even if I fear you will hold his interest for longer than I ever would alone. [ A pause, a long one. He's enjoying the small contact too much to sour it so soon with the things that are to come. But Luneth needs to know. ] Are you familiar with Eikons? Or- Gods, or Primals- they have many names.

I am merely relaying what I have sensed, nothing more. What it means, I cannot say. I could not even speak on the nature of it, only that it is there.

[ Crystalized aether is still different from free-flowing aether. The Tower itself does not really set Thivir - or perhaps he should be thinking of himself as Luneth - at ill ease. Yet that man had. That's all the Viera really needs to know. So he will continue to be wary and watch himself around both Xande and this robed man.

As for the topic of gestures, resting a chin upon Thivir's hand hadn't been the issue - after all had he not put hands on that face earlier? He just hadn't been prepared for it. Though perhaps it is for the best that is is thought of as "too much." Then it is unlikely to happen again, correct? Or perhaps as the Viera encourages Raha to be more himself than some typical Allan Hyur, more of these slips will happen. It's hard to tell at this juncture.

The conversation doesn't cause him to draw away though. He senses that the point of contact is pleasant for the other and sees no reason to withdraw. ]

We have heard of summonings, yes, as well as the many different names used for the materialization of one's gods. Viera are reclusive, but not entirely unaware of the passage of time and changes the star takes. We have our ways of knowing.

[ Wait. Had he said he is thankful for the Viera's company? ]

I suspect that my Grandfather wishes you to fight Eikons. He has always found such displays inspiring. And it has been some time since he last had someone who could do so. Phlegethon lost that gift after the radiant Emperor ordered his mind taken from him.

[ It's a grim topic. There are no topics that are anything less than grim, where these matters are concerned. And it is, perhaps, important that Theo understand what might happen, should this all go wrong. Should they bore Xande, rather than letting him lose interest slowly and move on to something new. There are a lot of fates he wishes he could spare anyone, many of them he will never be able to spare Theo from, but more than anything else he would keep him from being broken and augmented into a weapon and turned back upon his Wood as a tool of Empire. ]

I heard him order the Iksalion to be brought to the tower. I can tell you of them and the Eikon they will summon, if it will aid you at all.

[ Now there's a cheery thought. Perhaps he should ask Raha what crossed the Emperor's mind that he should think to rob some hero of theirs. This way Thivir can avoid it. ]

So I am to be used to slay gods as a means of entertainment. That sounds as though it may come from one of your folktales.

[ Lovely. He has so much to look forward to. Eventually he will have to ask how he might "entertain" enough to merit a one-on-one audience. Or at least a small audience so that he might carry out his plan. Surely the idea of engaging in combat with one that has bested just about everything that Xande throws Thivir's way merits a duel with the Emperor himself?

Things for him to think on. ]

Not that I have any intentions of my mind being broken in such a way. I think I would sooner end my own life before then.

[ Which... Is a possibility, given a pouch of ingredients that lies dormant still in his bag. A poison to be ingested, if it comes to that. His people do not trust Xande to keep his word indefinitely and should Thivir - Luneth - fail... Well the Rava will cease to claim him at all because he was no longer theirs the moment that he stepped foot outside the Wood. A loophole, as it were. ]

But yes. I would have you tell me what you can, if it pleases you to do so.

Morbid as it be- I am glad. That you have a plan. And I pray that it will not need to see use.

[ And if his fingers tremble, tighten just a little, then it's only because he wishes such things were unnecessary. Or that he had the conviction to deny Xande his cruelties so openly. Perhaps both. He truly is glad to know that Phlegethon's fate will not be shared. ]

The Iksalion were one of Lord Scientist Amon's projects. To see if creatures made by man could form belief in a god powerful enough to call upon an Eikon. To that end, he had one of his students take a small group of them. On any day some would be rewarded, others punished, in a way that did not reflect their conduct in any way. After several years, they began to personify this process as a being they called Garuda.

The random punishments resulted in belief in a god who would do harm to them for no reason other than to entertain a whim, and this characterisation was found to be uniquely compatible with the wind-aspected aether that makes up their beings. At the end of the test, the subjects came to the conclusion that Garuda wished to visit hurts upon those outside of the testing group, and to that end they summoned her.

[ His voice falls into a steady almost-monotone as he goes over the tests. It's easier to recite it when it's just that - a thing he can recite, not a real thing that happened to real living things. ]

Garuda makes for an ideal test of an individual's ability to resist the tempering of Eikons, because her summoning can always happen in a very controlled manner. She is easy to dismiss, if need be, by killing her summoners and starving her of belief. But she is not less dangerous for it. She is a primal made up of wind aether, opposed to ice, if that is any help, and driven to lash out and cause as much harm as possible. She avoids killing those she faces and prefers to incapacitate them in order to toy with them further - Phlegethon used that tendency to his advantage several times. She can divide herself into several replicas, thought to be the Iksalion's interpretation of a scientist calling in guards to restrain difficult test subjects. And when she sheds her feathers, some few of them can inflict a deep sleep in targets if not attended to - their interpretation of sedation.

[ Whether or not he really means to, the Viera returns the pressure, a squeeze of a hand. Luneth will not think to call it morbid, in truth. It's just simply practical. While he is not really a soldier, for Viera do not have them, he is still a prisoner of sorts. Males in particular have been trained and raised to go to the "extreme." ]

I would say that the treatment is inhumane at best. However I do not believe I possess the correct words to really put what has been done to these creatures justice. Nothing - be it beast or a being of sentience - deserves to be treated as you have relayed to me.

[ But the Allag do not see it that way. Their perspective is the only one that matters in the end, right? So they can do as they please because there is no one that can stop them. No one to really stand up for what is right and just, lest they get beaten down or altered.

Still, all of this is good information to take in. Knowing this ahead of time means that he can plan for it. Perhaps this is also a design of Xande - to see if the Viera is willing to cooperate and use what knowledge is available. That he is able to plan and strategize. Though there is a good chance that some of this may change and be altered before then as well. ]

This is the easiest of those that he would have me face?

The most predictable, by far. Being created as she was, Garuda will always be summoned in the same way, can always be dismissed in the same way, and it is known what brought about her various tendencies. And being so recently-created, the Iksalion are largely uniform in mind. In the summoning of other Eikons, the stray thoughts of the summoner can change the tendencies of the summoned. There is no risk of that in Garuda.

[ It is dreadful, what has been done to the Iksalion. And to all the creatures that were stitched together to create them. 'It is dreadful, what has been done' could summarise a good half of Amon's work, and it is a shame, because in a kinder world he would sing the praises of the other half.

But they do not live in a kinder world. And so he will not say anything at all about Amon's work outside of this room, because there is a reason why his cousins have been whittled down to only the cruelest. Most of those who would have opposed Xande, even those simply not quite unpleasant enough to be entertaining, were dead long before he was born. ]

'Easiest' is a more difficult question. The Eikon's power comes from the amount of aether and the amount of worshippers. Both of those are unknowns, entirely under my Grandfather's control. When he had Phlegethon face Eikons, he would try to avoid making such things predictable. They expected that he would start with something similar and gradually use more and more crystals and captive worshippers. But some encounters would be so easy as to be won in a single blow, with so few crystals that Garuda could barely keep her form. Others would use the power of the tower itself, and he would need to be placed in the care of Amon's students to survive the loss he suffered.

[ A terrible thing has been brought to the world, really. Though there is no guarantee that by ending the existence of one man that it will fair any better. There will always be cruel men seeking power and then using said power in ways that will warp and twist.

A thumb rubs over the hand that hands his fast still. The prince is speaking so methodically. So clinically. Perhaps it is the best way that he can cope. ]

And if I were to bind part of this Garuda's essence to me?

[ He's not sure HOW it works, mind you. There's something that is scratching at his memory. With his free hand he digs out the crystal and holds it in his hand. It's there, he knows. The knowledge of how to do so lays within. ]

[ The tiny gesture of comfort does not go unnoticed. It is unexpected. But welcome. So very welcome. ]

I- do not know. [ But he immediately starts to think about it, if only because he likes to be given problems to consider and it's something for his mind to wrestle with that is not the Iksalion. ] The use of a fragment of an Eikon- such things would fall under the school of Phantasmagoria, I think. Theoretically, it should not be terribly different from an arcane construct, but I admit, I know only the barest bones of that art. No more than what is needed for the crafting of new spells. But I could ask seek out relevant tomestones, if you were content to have one of the nodes relay the information to you.

[ It's more muted than the frantic excitement of before, watered down by having no real answer so much as a better place to seek information, but it's a lesser version of the same response. He gets to talk about something he finds interesting and be helpful. ]

It it is possible of any other Eikon, it should be possible for Garuda. Despite the circumstances of her creation, she is identical in nature to any of Meracydia's gods.

[ Welcome or not, it is a thing that is happening. Later, he will likely scold himself and demand that he attempt to put more distance between the two. While he has every intention of taking this bond seriously, he can't allow for emotions to cloud his judgment. He cannot grow complacent. ~~Too bad that will likely fail, getting attached~~ ]

You speak words that I know not the meaning to.

[ Tomestones. Phantasmagoria. The mention of one of those nods does make him frown again. He really must dislike those machines, hmm? ]

If a node must provide the information, then I have an additional stipulation.

Ah- Phantasmagoria is a field of study devoted to arcane entities. It covers aetheric constructs like the one you used to fight with, but also other beings made up entirely of incorporeal aether. Eikons, as well as ghosts and elemental sprites. Not my specialty. My own field is Esoterics, which largely concerns the retrieval of lost knowledge from the conquered territories. Within that, I specialise in the recreation of lost magics, and-

[ This time, at least, he doesn't cut himself off out of worrying about being proper, but because he genuinely remembers that that isn't what Theo asked. And as such, he doesn't let his enthusiasm cool. ]

I can't guarantee that I can grant it. But if I cannot, I will find some alternative to the nodes.

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Blending in some xii lore

give me all the xii lore headcanons tbh

I mean you’re going to lol

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