#adri van herten
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Adrianus/Adriana van Herten, the monarch of Tetha pictured wearing ceremonial garb (that they hate and were very much forced into).
Art by @stephschoices as always!
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By the time MC reclaim their throne how would the ROs react if they found the looking perplexed at their throne and if they ask them what wrong MC tell them that their something missing in throne and ask the ROs to sit on to it so they could get a better picture and when they do MC immediately sat on their lap and tells them that their the missing piece 
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[NSFW BELOW THE CUT]
Mari
Their hands fall down to grip your hips the second you sit upon their lap, pulling you close until you’re flattened against them chest to chest.
Their breath tickles your skin as they kiss up the column of your throat, enjoying the way your breath hitches.
“I always fancied getting myself a throne,” They practically purr, “I suppose being yours works just as well.”
Your hips buck as their hand moves lower, their mouth is on yours, and then you’re lost. Their tongue has always been tricky, and now it is more so than ever.
“Mari…” You whimper, “Mari-!”
“Say my name again. Scream it.” The whisper, greedy and consuming as they pull back to look at you, “Go on, I want to hear your song, little lark.”
Eli
They raise an eyebrow, eyes dark, “Is that grand door over there locked?”
“No,” Your voice is breathy as they lean forward and pull you closer, trailing a finger along your jaw.
“Good.” They say simply, a hand gripping your hair just enough to string and pulling your head back.
Eli has always been good at putting on the perfect, noble facade for those looking in. You know better, as their hands trail up and down your sides and their teeth leave marks that you’re sure will bruise.
“Eli, please.” You groan, pressing your forehead against the sweat slick skin on their shoulder.
“Come on now, sweetling.” They tease gently with a smile, “We have all night. What a way to anoint your throne, hm?”
Finn
Their cheeks flush with dark color, barely noticeable against the dark of their skin. Eyes flutter open and closed with their nerves, their gaze meeting yours with hesitance.
“I shouldn’t be-“ They begin, but you quiet them with a kiss.
“You should be wherever I want you.” You correct, “And right now, I want you here.”
The swallow hard, breathing fast and heavy as if they’d sprinted the length of the castle.
“Now, where do you want me?” You tilt your head slightly.
Their eyes darken at the question, hands grabbing at your waist as you scoot closer. They meet you halfway with a kiss, far more burning and all consuming than an outsider might expect of Finn.
You’re no outsider. You know better. You knew better when you saw them with their father’s blood slicking their hands.
Jay
Their smile is dark and full of promises as you plant yourself on their lap. Their hand brushes your cheek gently and you chase the touch, leaning forward until your faces are only inches apart.
“What do you want?” They ask coyly, eyes half lidded as if they see right through you.
“Touch me.” You say, “Touch me-“
“Beg.” Their voice is that same quiet tone, alluring and scorching, “Make it pretty, love.”
“Please,” You give in, their scarred fingers dancing across your skin, “Please.”
The words fall from you like a mantra, and you can tell they’re pleased from the glint in their eyes.
These are hands that have killed, hands that have done worse. Yet the only thing they destroy now is your sanity as they move past clothing and edge you closer and closer to a different kind of death.
Niy
“Don’t you paint a pretty picture?” They ask, a smile curling their lips as their hands slide under your shirt and rub circles along the top of your hip.
You wiggle under the touch, mouth dry as they lean closer and closer. Your noses nearly brush, their hair falling in their eyes as their eyes take you in like a miracle to behold.
You reach a hand up gently, brushing the hair behind their ear, and their expression fractures at the gentle touch. Their hands are on your face, pulling you in fiercely and claiming your lips like their own.
“Oh, my peerless joy.” They pull back with a sigh only to rest their forehead against your own, “See what you do to me?”
Their breathing is labored, the warmth washing over you as you squirm in their hold. Their hand once more dips beneath your clothing, only this time their destination is lower than your hip.
Adri
“Mm, not the typical use of the throne.” A smile lingers on their lips as their eyes slowly drag up and down your form, “But one I could quickly become fond of.”
“Getting ideas for your own?” You ask as they grab you by the hips and drag you closer in a smooth movement.
They lean back, apparently enjoying the view, freckled skin blushed and warm, “That I am, dearest. Tell me, would you want me on your lap? Or perhaps brought to heel at your feet?”
Their hands grip your thighs as you groan at the image, a curious smile curling their lips. Their grips tightens as they crush you in a kiss, and you think fleetingly that you might combust.
“That’s it,” They encourage as you gasp, rocking closer as their hand climbs up your thigh, “Look at you, dearest, doing such a good job. Falling apart, aren’t you? The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
They have you in their grip, in more ways than one currently, and you have little desire to escape.
Kai
Dark eyes gaze up you as you drop onto their lap, their hands finding your hips in a practiced motion. They liked to grip you there, you knew.
“So this is how it is?” They question, face soft with desire, “Dear heart, you need only ask.”
“Then this is me asking.” You say simply.
“For what?” Their voice dips lower, lips brushing your jaw, “Be specific. Tell me you want me to take you apart, right here and now, on your own throne.”
“Take me apart,” You gasp, “Wreck me.”
“Gladly.”
It’s all you get before they reel you in and their lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, their touch roaming and caressing.
Kai always touches you like that, like a disciple who’s worshiping. You melt under the attention as they bring you undone before piecing you back together with devoted hands.
Mica
The hammering of their pulse is all too obvious as you roam a hand over their chest. They catch it before it can go too far, turning it in their grasp and pressing a kiss to your wrist.
Their mouth trails up your arm before they abandon the endeavor and pull you in to seize your lips.
They tangle their fingers in your hair, longing for more. They plead without having to say a word, their motions telling the story of their hunger. You give in, scooting closer as your lips part and allow them entrance.
One of their hands trail down behind you to press against the small of your back.
Your hips buck, seeking friction, and they surrender whole heartedly to your need. They lean further back, allowing you better access as you climb further atop them.
“Please, love.” They plead, breathless, speech slurred under the pleasure.
“Whatever you want,” You say in return, watching their face twitch in hopeless desperation.
“You,” They breath out, “All of you, always.”
So you give yourself to them. Like always.
Laurie
Xe’s grin is as filthy as you’ve come to expect whenever xe can xir hands on you. Xe leans back, amber eyes trailing across your exposed skin.
“So needy, dear crown. Tell me, has your head become too heavy already?” Xe’s hands gently stroke your cheek before reaching up and tugging you gently closer, “I imagine the old thing is quite uncomfortable.”
“Laurie,” You groan, “Please-“
“Greedy today,” Xe hums, “Lucky I take no issue with it. What do you want?”
“Just you,” You plead, “I want you, please, Laurie.”
Laurie freezes for a moment as if facing down the barrel of a gun. With just a few words, all of the posturing and confidence is gone.
You reach forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of xir mouth.
“Just you,” You whisper again.
“You make things so difficult,” Xe says, achingly tender despite xir words.
“Because I love you?” You grin, enjoying the way xe flusters.
“Because you love me.” Xe echoes, “No one has done it quite so well before, if at all.”
Tavi
“Never imagined myself on a throne, I have to say.” Their smile widens, “Also never imagined being used as one.”
“First time for everything, hm?” You raise an eyebrow, planting your hands on their thighs as you lean forward.
“First of many,” They agree, pulling you into a slow and consuming kiss.
They’ve accepted affection with ready hands and hungry eyes since the first time you touched them. It’s as if a fire had been lit all that time ago and was never put out; now it burned for you, craved your attention.
They’re practically laying across the throne as shirts are discarded and skin is laid bare. The dark expanse of their chest is revealed to you, scars adorning them like stars do the night sky.
You must admit, this is far preferable to any other way of sitting the throne. Certainly more pleasurable, you think as hips grind together and mouths meet in a familiar dance.
Leonie
She must see the want in your eyes because she beckons you closer, pulling you in as you sit upon her lap.
The soft silk of her night shift rubs against your arms as you grasp for her. Her hands are firmly gripping your hips as she enters your space, her lips only a breath away from yours.
When the two of you had began this foray into a relationship, she’d been hesitant. Her affection was hard won, as she’d never had anyone to give it to before and saw no reason to start now.
You showed her you could make things good, though. She showed you the exact same in return.
“My love, you’re always so eager.” She smiles, “You would take whatever I deign to give you, hm? You’d do so happily and then ask for more.”
You suck in a breath as her nails scratch gently at your skin, wriggling in her lap as her other hand grips your thigh.
She moves with a deceptively sweet smile, her fingers grasping and circling. She catches each sound you make with her own mouth, all consuming as she takes you to that edge over and over.
Striker
His eyes are blown wide the moment you sit yourself on his lap. He swallows, breath rough as he steadies you by the hips while you wiggle closer.
“Hinting at something, sunshine?” He asks, his gaze more than enough to light a fire in the pit of your stomach.
You answer him with a kiss, and he wraps his arms around you to pull you further into him. He kisses like a drowning man seeking air, like a dying man chasing life.
“How easy,” He breaths out as you part, “You are to need. To want.”
“And you to love.” You counter, watching his soften impossibly as he thumbs at the him of your shirt.
“And you to love,” He repeats the words like a promise, like an oath.
His hands, so deadly and steady, are only used now to tear you asunder. They hold you, scarred and gentle, as you shake apart atop him. His lips find yours again and again as he joins you in tumbling over the edge, the sight ever a beautiful one to witness.
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Their hand brushes their hair back, eyes half lidded as they watch you sit yourself upon them.
“You make a fool of the sun,” They say softly, eyes gentle as they watch you get comfortable.
“Silver tongued as ever.” You say in response, back arching as they grip you at the waist and pull you closer.
“I might have said things that people loathed hearing, but I’ve never once lied.” They brush their thumb across your lips, “Silver tongued I may be, but I speak only the truth.”
You cannot respond as they claim your mouth like so many times before. They’re wanting and hungry and desperate as if you’ll disappear the moment they let you go.
Your hands grip their shoulders and their own roam over your body like something to be rediscovered each time they get the chance.
Blood has stained you both, yet you know only peace in their grasp. Destruction is in their nature yet you do not fear it. After all, they tore the world apart for you once and would happily do so again.
#reapersbayif#answered asks#mari de klerk#eli santos#finn merandis#jay abbas#niy kumar#adri van herten#kai martens#mica fevre#laurie visser#tavi donati#leonie merandis#striker#???
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ROs' opinions on cuddling? 👉👈
Mari: Very clingy in private. Kinda touch starved so will wrap around you like a koala. In public, they’re a bit more reserved.
Eli: Enjoys a nice cuddle, definitely will end up wrapped around you in bed.
Niy: Wasn’t a cuddler, only ever had flings before. Discovers they actually like it quite a bit with you.
Mica: Great hugger, great cuddler. Will wrap the both of you up in a blanket and hide from the world if you’ve had a bad day.
Finn: Hasn’t had a positive experience with physical touch since their mom died, so you’ll probably have to guide them a little. Eager to learn, however.
Adri: Physical touch is quite literally their love language, and they seek it frequently as they never received it from their parents or sparingly from last partners. If you’re sitting beside them, they will at least toss their arm over your shoulders if you’re okay with it.
Kai: Loves cuddling, specifically when they can lay their head on your chest just to hear your heartbeat. It’s reassuring for them, especially after they’ve had a nightmare (which is frequent for them).
Jay: Was never one for physical intimacy. They’re more of an acts of service kind of person, but will try to show more physical affection if you want. They’re not against it, they simply don’t think of it.
Tavi: Very much loves holding hands. Even when sitting together, they love lacing your fingers together. Also fond of napping on your shoulder.
Laurie: Seeks physical touch as reassurance. They sometimes have intense flashbacks to when your sister died and they thought you’d been killed as well, so it helps them to count your heartbeats as a way to calm themselves.
Leonie: Has a strong distaste for people touching her. It sometimes makes her skin crawl if someone brushes against her unexpectedly. However, she isn’t shy about initiating touch when she/you want it.
Striker: Basically the human form of cling film. Public or private, will try to be touching you in some way. Arms linked, over your shoulder, hands clasped, etc. are all options in public. He also likes when he can tuck you into his side, or if he can curl up into you.
#reapersbayif#answered asks#mari de klerk#niy kumar#leonie merandis#laurie visser#mica fevre#finn merandis#eli santos#striker#tavi donati#jay abbas#adri van herten#kai martens
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Scale of 1-10 how susceptible are the ros to mcs puppy dog eyes 🥺
1 being the least, and 10 being the most…
Mari: Surprisingly, a solid 8. They like to spoil their partner despite being an asshole sometimes lmfao.
Eli: Again, surprisingly, like a 3. They love you but they’re a guard in Norwick. They are impervious to all attempts at bribery. They barely even notice the puppy eyes at this point.
Finn: Solid 6. Bat your eyelashes a little and you’ll get almost whatever you want.
Jay: Like…a 6. They just don’t pick up on your cues sometimes to be perfectly honest. You’re better off outright asking.
Niy: A 10 for sure. Will bend over backwards for you if you flash those eyes at them. Would break their own back to see you happy.
Adri: A whole hearted 10. You wouldn’t think it’d influence them, being a monarch and all, but they’re so soft with you. They just want you to be happy after all you’ve been through together.
Kai: A 9…maybe 9 1/2. Can’t not get you whatever you want as long as it’s within their capabilities.
Mica: Solid 5. Pretty neutral to things like puppy eyes and prefers straightforward communication. Now if you give them a hug and then ask? Yes. They’re a sucker for hugs.
Laurie: A 10. A 10, all day every day. You want the literal moon? Laurie can and will find a way. Type of partner where you mention you like something once and they never forget and always surprise you with treats you like.
Tavi: Like, a 7. More likely to give in than not, honestly. Kisses on the cheek and/or nose do wonders as well.
Leonie: Like a 2. She grew up with Tavi, who tried it all the time. She’s very receptive to shoulder massages, though, so there is an alternative route to sweeten her up.
Striker: A firm and definite 20. Even suggest, give the slightest pleading look, just hint that you want something, and you’ll get it. It will mysteriously show up on your doorstep and he’ll never take credit, but it was him.
#reapersbayif#answered asks#mari de klerk#eli santos#niy kumar#finn merandis#mica fevre#jay abbas#adri van herten#kai martens#laurie visser#leonie merandis#tavi donati#striker
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Is mari/adri a poly option? Cause it says it is on adri’s profile but not on mari’s. If it’s not, officially putting my vote down on it being an option because i love them <3 and also mari being the consort of two kingdoms is frankly hilarious
Yes, they are a poly option!
And, yeah…Mari is an absolute menace in that poly. Consort of two kingdoms? You could not tell them anything.
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The real question since you mentioned bog man’s music: who does NFWMB apply to?
NFWMB by Hozier?
Dear anon, I am again pointing out that half the cast are cut throat killers/criminals who have very little to lose in life besides MC lmfao.
ANYWAYS. Mari, Striker, Kai, Jay, Niy, Leonie, and Adri :)
#reapersbayif#answered asks#striker#mari de klerk#adri van herten#leonie merandis#jay abbas#kai martens#niy kumar
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so can we be king and marry adriana still?
Yeah! Basically, Adri will be King/Queen of Tetha and Consort of Navra and MC will be King/Queen of Navra and Consort of Tetha.
You’ll split your time between the countries and they’ll be more of a unified front than two separate kingdoms at that point.
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ROs end up in a nerf gun war. Who lives, who dies, who makes an alliance and gets betrayed?
Lives: Mari, Jay, Niy, Leonie, and Striker
Dies: Eli and Tavi
Betrayed & lives: Finn, Adri, Laurie, and Kai
Betrayed & dies: Mica
To be fair, half of the cast is comprised of cutthroat killers and/or criminals, so…
#answered asks#mari de klerk#eli santos#jay abbas#niy kumar#leonie merandis#striker#tavi donati#finn merandis#adri van herten#laurie visser#kai martens#mica fevre
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Where are all the ros from in game? Are most from Norwick?
Most actually aren’t from Norwick!
Adri is Tethan through both parents.
Mica’s parents are both Navran, but their mom was exiled from her family to the coast of Tetha. So Mica is culturally Navran, but Tethan by nationality.
Finn is Navran through both parents.
Mari is Tethan and was actually born in Norwick, one of two Norwick natives in the cast.
Eli was born in the capital of Tetha and later moved to Norwick with their two brothers.
Striker is from a small village in Tetha and ended up in Norwick due to circumstances. His mother was originally from Vea Nostris, however.
Kai was born in Navra and is Navran on their father’s side. Their mother is from Kos Eshya, so they’re culturally Eshai through her as well.
Leonie and Tavi (siblings, remember) are both Navran through both parents.
Niy was born in Vea Nostris, but has lived their entire life on their aunt’s ship, now their ship.
Jay was born in Vea Nostris, but their father was Tethan. They moved to Tetha to live with grandparents after their parents died.
Laurie is Tethan and a Norwick native through and through.
#answered asks#mari de klerk#eli santos#niy kumar#leonie merandis#tavi donati#kai martens#adri van herten#mica fevre#finn merandis#striker#jay abbas#laurie visser
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I most definitely plan on drawing my little self insert with Adri soon😍 I plan on playing a sweet, peaceful kind of stereotypical type of princess.😅 I hope Adri likes that type of gal.❤️
Do you have any detailed descriptions of what Adri looks like?
Adri likes MC whether they’re an assassin or faint at the sight of blood; luckily the monarch of Tetha is versatile!
So, Adri’s appearance. Pale skin that flushes easily and covered head to toe in freckles. Dark brown eyes. Male Adri has wavy ginger hair that falls just past his chest, while Female Adri’s hair reaches mid-back.
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Striker, the assassin.
His name is yet unknown, his identity belonging to the shadows of the Ellende. Despite his rather bloody job, he seems to have a soft spot for you. If you get him on your side, he’s an invaluable ally.
Age: 24
Gender: M
Pronouns: He/Him
Allegiance: The Ellende
Poly Routes Available: Mari de Klerk, Laurie Visser, Kai Martens, Adri van Herten, Niy Kumar
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Art by @stephschoices
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The Casting of Reaper’s Bay Pt 1
The (not so) so highly anticipated face claim posts!
Mari de Klerk (she/her or he/him)
Tavi Donati (she/her or he/him)
Niy Kumar (she/her or he/him)
Adri van Herten (she/her or he/him)
Kai Martens (they/them)
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currently in need of some angst. so how would the ro's react to making the mc cry during an argument?
Long mini-story post, so it’s below the cut!
Mari
You go silent and for a brief, fleeting moment, they feel victorious. Then their eyes find yours.
A glossy look, silent tears running down your face. You're silent through it all.
Suddenly this victory feels hollow.
Guilt is not an emotion they're familiar with, but they assume it's responsible for the sudden pit in their stomach. Didn't they once promise themselves you'd never have another reason to cry?
Funny, now they're the reason for it.
They reach out a hand but you're already out the door, into the winter air of Norwick. There's a resounding slam, fittingly dramatic for nobility, and they stand motionless for a minute. Only a minute, though, before they set off after you.
They had turned themselves into a blade over the years, cutting and cutting and they never knew when to stop. When to stem the flow of blood. When to stop cutting, Gods be damned, why couldn’t they stop?
They never wanted it to hurt you. Not now, not since they realized they could still love.
You were the only good thing left in Norwick, and they'd be damned if they let their own foolishness ruin you, too.
Eli
It's not like them to be careless with their words. They can't even remember what the argument started off as, in hindsight. It can't have been that important, they realize as they watch tears fall down your cheeks.
It can't have been that important, but still, they forgot themselves and hurt you in the process. Pain rips through their chest, but their feelings aren't important in this moment. You are.
You turn to go, but they catch you gently by the arm. Loose enough for you to break free is you wished, but you don't, so they come closer.
They turn to face you and find no satisfaction in your puffy eyes and forced stoicism. The emotional didn't survive long in Norwick, a lesson the both of you had learned early on.
"I'm sorry," They say softly.
You respond, "It's fine."
"It's not."
Their hands find your own and fingers entwine. Their fingers are cold and sap warmth from your own, but you don't complain.
"Come." They guide you along slightly towards the couch, "I'll warm us some cider. Does that sound good?"
Finn
Gods, they can't have done that.
They stop speaking as soon as they see the tears welled up in your eyes. How long had you been on the precipice of crying, and what had they said to send you tumbling over?
What had they said? They can't remember exactly, and it sends fear rushing through them. They curse their temper and their thoughtless tongue.
"I didn't mean to." They say, then stop, because that doesn't really matter. They didn't mean to, but they did. The intent is useless when you still caused harm. They know that better than anyone.
"I'm sorry." They start again, "Do you-? It's okay, I understand if you want to...if you want to go."
If you went, would it only be temporary? Would you realize your mistakes, the most horrid being that you decided to love them? They hoped not. They loved you, but that wasn't a mistake.
"I don't want to leave, Finn." You say, and their fears fall away.
"You don't?" They ask, perhaps a bit meek, "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to-"
"One mistake doesn't mean I'm going to leave." Your warm hand finds their face, "We'll have arguments. I've hurt you before, and you'll hurt me again. We're not them, though. We're not."
Them. Their parents, so different from yours. Their mother a saint, their father the cruelest of monsters.
"I am sorry." They say again, and you only smile.
"I'm sorry, too."
Jay
They see the glossy sheen to your eyes before you probably even realize it's there. They don't stop, though. Their arguments are ruthless and cold, cutting to the point without pause.
The tears fall, your own response falters, and they realize their mistake. This is not a job, not a problem to overcome as quickly and efficiently as they can.
You are not a difficulty. You are not the problem.
They are.
Their jaw trembles as they watch you leave, but they let you go regardless.
They are the problem.
The sick feeling rises in their throat, but they shove it down mercilessly. You deserve better, it's true.
Still, the feeling in their chest when you held their hands, not minding the scars, was one that could not be replicated. The feeling of your lips brushing their forehead in the morning, your arms wrapped around their waist, your hands-
They feel the tears cooling on their own cheeks. You deserved better, but you were the best they would ever have.
The best they would ever lose.
Niy
They're known for their loose tongue. They’re not a cruel person, even in battle, but sometimes the heat of the moment gets to them.
Then they see the tears in your eyes and are reminded of themselves in their childhood, facing down their mother with her cruel tongue.
It makes them feel sick.
They flee immediately, out the door and down the street, into the cold air of Norwick. They hear you call their name desperately from behind, but they don’t turn around. They can’t. If they do they have to confront your hurt, your tears, the fact that they caused it.
They could cut their own tongue out right now. Better that than having even a vestige of their mother within them.
You find them with their head in their hands, sitting on the dock outside your apartment. When you approach, they flinch, but you’re no longer crying. You try to apologize but they can’t let you, instead commandeering the opportunity for themselves. You’re not the one who took the argument too far, they are, and they’re sorry.
You say you’re too sensitive. They say you feel deeply and fully and that’s never a bad thing. Wrapping you in their arms, they try to shield you like they wish someone had shielded them once upon a time.
Adri
They’re a thoughtful speaker. They always have been; since their youth they were covering their mother and father’s mistakes and follies in court. Smoothing over rough situations with the nobility of Tetha led to their silver tongue and it was a hard won trait.
Still, perhaps they became thoughtless of the emotions behind their words. For them, words are a tool and a means to an end. Only recently, under your care, had communication become something soft and meant to nurture again.
The fault was on them, they know that. Those tears in your eyes had been put their by their careless actions. They took your face in their hands, rabbit hearted as they brush your tears away with their thumbs.
You become soft under their touch, pliant, and the argument is forgotten after a sincere apology on both sides. Still, when they hold you later, they feel the arrow in their chest throb and promise to themselves that they would be more careful in the future.
They have few precious things left in this life, and you’re one of them.
Kai
The first thing they feel at the sight of your tears is panic.
They’re supposed to protect you, not hurt you. They knew when the words left their mouth that they were in poor taste, but it was too late to take them back. They watched as they landed like a physical blow on you, eyes shining, lips pursed and trembling.
It’s too late to take it back. Far too late.
How ignoble for them to be so careless of your feelings. It’s worse yet when you accept their apology immediately, no hesitation or doubt. Perhaps it hurts more because they know you trust them.
Should you trust them?
Gods, they hope so.
Mica
They’re crying too. You both end up in tears around the same time, but at least you seek each other out for comfort instead of growing angrier.
The truth is that they don’t have the heart for arguments. Not with the people they love. Their entire life they’ve wanted to be good; a good child, a good friend, a good lover. There’s no point in hurting themselves by hurting you; it’d only be one knife and two bleeding hearts.
When you both dry your tears and retire to bed, they’re glad they found someone who understands them. Who’s a little too soft for this world, who’s been forced to become a little too hard to withstand the tragedies that are never ending.
Someone they can be vulnerable with. Someone they don’t have to fear.
Laurie
They shut their mouth before your tears can fall. Perhaps they curse themselves, too, for even the shine in your eyes. Still, they make tea. They don’t like tea, but it’s your preference, so it’s slowly replaced the coffee in their cabinets.
They don’t need to apologize out loud, you can see it in their eyes, but they do anyways. Maybe it’s to assuage their guilt, maybe it’s just so they can be certain you know. Your eyes soften, at any rate, so that makes it worth it.
They might be rich now. They might have all the power they dreamed of as a middle class orphan living on their uncle’s good will. They might have everything they ever wanted, love included.
They still never forget when, as a child, their parents would argue and makeup before dinner. No matter the fight, no matter how nasty it got, they always said they loved each other. Because how much would they regret it, their mother would say, if they never got the chance to say it again after all that?
They hadn’t understood as a child. They do now.
Tavi
Nothing seems to come easily to them. Especially apologies.
As the younger child, they’d essentially spent thirty something years being a bullheaded guard for their elder sister. Despite being the second born, they were bound and determined to become a shield. It stung slightly that Leonie didn’t need that; she appreciated it, always appreciated it, but she didn’t need them.
She was better at everything. Nothing was natural to them, no matter how hard they tried, and they wanted to beat themselves over the heard when they realized this extended to relationships.
Leonie would know what to do. Leonie wouldn’t have made her partner cry in the first place.
Still, they stumble through an apology, slightly embarrassed and mostly gratified when you just end up laughing and kissing them on the cheek.
They seem to be good enough at making you smile. Much better at that than making your cry, at any rate.
They smiled as you chattered afterwards, fight all but forgotten. One thing they could do extremely well, apparently, is making you happy even after they stick their foot in their mouth. They’d still keep practicing, though.
Leonie
She had no idea what to do.
That didn’t happen often; it was a rare occasion and always left her feeling cut off at the knees.
Tavi was far better at making people happy. They tried so hard to be stoic, but that was more Leonie’s forte. They were better at making smiles appear, easing tension; there was a reason their father had chosen her as his Spymaster and heir.
Her sibling was better suited for tourneys and balls; they wanted so desperately to protect, tried so hard to hide their light, but their brightness was more suited to love than stoicism.
That was her fault, unfortunately. They tried to give her their all, but it was never enough. She knows she gave them a complex, ruined them, and she doesn’t want to ever do that to anyone she cares about again.
So she sees your tears and she knows she went too far. She always goes too far; pressing and pressing just to see how far she can go before the other snaps. You don’t snap, though. You just tremble, quaking, but refuse to break despite the tears spilling down your cheeks.
She isn’t sure what to do in the face of that. Even Tavi had snapped, even her mother had snapped, ever lover she’d ever had became tired of her games quickly. So, panicking, she turns on her heel and flees.
She was not soft. She was not kind. Maybe she deserved the lot she’d been given in life. She knows certainly, though, that she doesn’t deserve you.
#reapersbayif#mari de klerk#eli santos#jay abbas#finn merandis#niy kumar#adri van herten#kai martens#mica fevre#laurie visser#tavi donati#leonie merandis
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Adrianus van Herten, the King of Tetha.
A young king, inexperienced and idealistic, yet determined to right his mother’s wrongs.
Art by @/artofmina on Instagram.
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SO excited for this game! I was curious what exactly goes through the ROs' heads when they realize they're starting to fall for the MC?
Marius/Marion: Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Elias/Eliana: I can't let them be alone again.
Finn: They’ll kill me. If they find out they’ll kill me.
Kai: I have to protect them.
Nishant/Nisha: I wonder how they'd feel about a boat wedding?
Adrianus/Adriana: Could they still love me after everything?
Laurie: I should’ve died that day. Adelaide should be the one here for them.
Mica: They would never love a bastard.
Jayanti/Jayanta: *excessive cursing followed by excessive drinking*
Octavian/Octavia: Well, this is ironic.
#reapersbayif#mari de klerk#eli santos#finn merandis#kai martens#niy kumar#adri van herten#laurie visser#mica fevre#jay abbas#tavi donati
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Sooo... adrianus/adriana was arranged to marry the mc, right? What are their thoughts about that? Do they ever have any feelings toward mc?
They looked forward to it as a child; they had a baby crush and admired you greatly. When you died they were devastated (they were only eleven). As they grew older it was more melancholy about who you could have become and guilt over their mother’s role in your “death.”
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