#Catasach

[ramon-tikaram-love]

poll for his live action roles here

#ramon tikaram #polls #ramattra #dorian pavus #godrick the grafted #ramattra overwatch #dorian dragon age #godrick #gabe weller #dead space #catasach #greedfall #i decided to include these smaller roles instead of making an 'other' option #there are other voice roles ramon has done but those not mentioned here i think are too tiny to warrant an 'other' choice #lemme know if im wrong

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

Catasach,, oh no....... 😞😭

#greedfall #greedfall blogging

[esorydoolb]

an attempt at redesigning Catasach from Greedfall (the healer and tribe leader, who deserved better).

#greedfall #catasach #fanart #digital art #my art

[a-byss-inia]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: GreedFall (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Constantin d'Orsay/De Sardet Characters: Constantin d'Orsay, Vasco (GreedFall), Aphra (GreedFall), Petrus (GreedFall), Kurt (GreedFall), De Sardet (GreedFall), Catasach (GreedFall), Vinbarr (GreedFall), Siora (GreedFall), En On Míl Frichtimen, Admiral Cabral (GreedFall), Sieglinde (GreedFall), Mev (GreedFall), Dunncas (GreedFall), Derdre (GreedFall) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff Summary:

Constantin and Marina have always and will always be together, from the beginning to the end and even in between.

#constantin d'orsay #de sardet x constantin #de sardet #greedfall #greedfall fanfic #vasco #kurt #aphra #petrus #catasach

[saires-kaeros]

#greedfall #greedfall aesthetic #greedfall moodboard #catasach #greedfall catasach #catasach aesthetic #catasach moodboard #aesthetic #moodboard

[assassintine]

Two things:

1) I absolutely adore Aidan, Catasach's apprentice whom you meet when your try to find someone to help with Constantin's pain. I'd love to see more with/ about him!

2) I have a/n idea(s) for a Greedfall/ Witcher au and if anyone wants me to throw said ideas at them, feel free to drop me a line.

#greedfall #the witcher #greedfall spoilers #sorta #adian #catasach #constantin

[oynon-ds]

I would fucking kill for Catasach

#greedfall #greedfall catasach #catasach

[crazyspookies]

What in-game reason do you guys think Vinbarr had to not kill Constantin immediately and capture him and magically bury him under a bunch of rocks instead? Why bother dealing with fighting De Sardet rather than just off Constantin and Bounce?

It doesn’t make any sense to go through all that hassle if the only solution to the problem was to kill him, so it’s fair to assume that maybe the objective might have been to seal Constantin away to keep him in place and then go break his connection to the land without having to kill him.

The fact that De Sardet wasn’t in the right mental state to try and be diplomatic didn’t help and Vinbarr didn’t really want to explain why he was doing what he was doing properly of course didn’t help at all. If he had, then...uh. Actually i’m not sure what could have happened.

I’d like to say that if we’d been able to break Constantin’s connection to the island at this point in time things wouldn’t had ended as badly...but im actually not so sure?. I feel that after feeling the vastness and power of that first connection when he wasn’t in the right place (both mentally, because of the dire circumstances of the malichor, and in the sense of him not having had the time to mature as a person in general and learn the ways of the island etc) he would have still gone through the same conclusions and desires that pushed him to take things into his own hands just as developed in canon. If Vinbarr had survived he would have known what Constantin was doing before he got too powerful, and might have killed him himself with no “hesitation” this time.

It’s ironic how, due to his honour debt to De Sardet and/or compassion as a healer towards his patient, Catasach was blinded to the idea that, maybe, putting a completely unprepared and untrained renaigse on the verge of death through the ritual, might end up having devastating conequences. And that, by trying to save him, he ended up condemning Constantin anyway (and the rest of the world depending on what De Sardet chooses to do).

#greedfall #greedfall spoilers #im not blaming catasach but like #sir #that is a terrible idea #maybe he was blinded by constantin's puppy disposition #are you going to be a terrible blight on the world and personify everything wrong with the dumbasses u hate? ar uuuuu? awww no of course not #constantin d'orsay #catasach #vinbarr #i wish we could have thad the choice to try to convince constantin #even if it wouldn't have worked i think that telling him ''bro ur not just killing the nobles you're killing like a fuckton of children with #no knowledge of what's goin on for once in ur life can you listen to me and do what i tell you' pls' #would have been a nice move

[evilrevan]

Neo-chiontachd chloinne

I blame everyone in the Greedfall discord for this. Everything stemmed from the idea of Constantine loving babies, but being soooo unprepared to truly handle them. Poor man.

Established relationships: Catasach/Constantine and Vasco/DS

No spoilers included

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Translations from scottish gaelic:

Title: Innocence of children

Bi Socair - be calm.

Cha ghortaich thu an leanabh - You will not hurt the baby.

leanabh - Baby

Solas òir - Golden light (Catasach’s pet name for Constantine)

Minudhanem - (actual in game word) One who shares your mind. Used for lovers

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“Marionne. You are absolutely mad.” Constantine stared at his cousin with wide, incredulous amber eyes as she walked towards him with a small bundle cradled in the crook of her arms.

Blue eyes softened at the young governor, flickering between the blonde practically shaking in place and the wiggling pile of blankets ever so carefully nestled in her arms. “You’ll do fine.” Marionne attempted to soothe his nerves before handing him the small bundle.

Just as expected Constantine stood ramrod straight. His eyes flickering with panic this time, looking into the mass forced upon him. A small chubby little face peeked out from beneath, cheeks and nose a bright pink in contrast to the infant’s slightly darker skin tone. Something the little one inherited from Marionne. 

There were just a few wispy strands of black hair on the top of the head. Barely anything at all. But it was all the proof he needed to realize: this was his niece. His cousin’s little daughter. 

He was holding his niece.

All of a sudden his body shook. His emotions sputtering between excitement and fear. 

Then he felt a firm hand press against his back. “Bi socair, Minudhanem.” Catasach’s voice whispered from behind drawing the blonde’s attention away from the infant. Catasach’s large form stood beside him, his headdress removed exposing his long thick black hair braided with tiny beads and feathers which normally were concealed under the massive thing.

Constantine let out a nervous chuckle, “Right. Sure. Perfectly calm holding my cousin’s daughter. My niece.” His voice wavered ever so slightly.

“Cha ghortaich thu an leanabh.” Catasach spoke confidently. So sure of Constantine and his unwillingness to harm Marionne’s child. Constantine still wasn’t so sure of himself. People he could deal with. Babies? They were so fragile. 

“Glad you are so calm about this fair cousin.” Constantine shot a pleading look in her direction, hoping the look in his eyes would be enough for her to spare him any further torment. Surprisingly her lips formed a pleasing smile. “I’ve known you since we were children, Constantine. You aren’t that clumsy.” There was a knowing look in her blue eyes. A secret kept between them from their youth.

When they were just children of seven and nine sneaking around the various rooms of the palace like wildcats. In was in one of the occupied rooms they found a bassinet with a small child soundly sleeping within a pile of blankets. He was the first to attempt to hold the baby, cooing and vibrating on the spot as the little one stared up at him with their big brown eyes.

Looking down he saw only a pair of stormy grey eyes curiously staring back at him. Everything felt so surreal to him.

A dark hand pushed on his forearm gently. “Here. Hold the leanabh up a bit higher. She doesn’t have the strength to hold her head up. Even if she is shrouded in blankets.” Constantine followed Catasach’s instructions, allowing the Doneigada to push his arms up at an angle so the little one didn’t have to strain so much to look at him. Or if she were to puke, get it all over herself.

When the girl began to babble and wiggle her little hands in the air, her eyes now locked on Catasach, Constantine laughed. “Oh, I see! Her uncle isn’t interesting enough, am I now?” The blonde shot the Doneigada a very quick mischievous look before the healer was saddled with his cousin’s babe. 

Marionne laughed deeply at the sight of Catasach’s piercing yellow eyes pinning her cousin with a withering look. Sometimes her dear cousin loved to push his buttons. Sometimes Catasach relented and let him have his way. Other times the man could be quite, devious in getting back at him for his earlier antics.

With the child out of his hands, Constantine beamed at Catasach. “Oh! See! She likes you better than me.” The Doneigada sighed. “Pushing her off on me isn’t helping you, Minudhanem.” Constantine huffed. “Of course it is! You are better at holding infants than I am. So yes, it is helping me.”

“Solas òir.” Catasach growled low, drawing Constantine’s full attention towards him.  “Y-” His voice cut out just as Catasach’s mouth pressed firmly up against his, perfectly shutting him up.

Marionne watched as her cousin’s pale complexion shifted towards bright red. His cheeks flushing a brighter color than her newborn daughter’s. De Sardet let them have their fun, discreetly looking away from their heated kisses for a few minutes. But unfortunately, she did need her daughter back. 

Coughing loudly and clearly, she attempted to get their attention. “Gentlemen, as nice as it is to see you two so involved, I do need to retrieve my sweet little Lorraine before she’s smothered between the two of you.” Catasach gently placed her daughter in Constantine’s arms, sweetly encouraging him to move towards her with the girl in his arms. 

Constantine shook just as he did before. But with Catasach watching him carefully, he managed to hand off his little niece to her mother. 

“Now, you two need a little one to dote on.” Marionne sweetly suggested to her cousin, chuckling as the poor man nearly sputtered in place. “Dear Cousin! I think you’ve done enough damage to me as it is!” He replied face screwed up to appear absolutely horrified by the idea. Marionne knew better.

Humming softly she merely winked at him before leaving them to discuss whatever it was they desired. 

#Greedfall #De Sardet #constantine d'orsay #Catasach #Fluff #Baby mush #FLUFFFFF #HI I HAD FEELS #Catasach/Constantine #Established relationships #The babe is Vasco's #writing

[sleepfight]

[FIC REC] Paths Diverging, Running Parallel

Author: greygerbil

Pairing: Catasach/Dunncas

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Dunncas is a young doneigad and his minundhanem Catasach is growing ever more into his role as spiritual leader and healer. It could be perfect.

[READ HERE]

#greedfall #catasach #dunncas #recs #faves #it's so good #and i desperately need yall to hype for this author because I WANT MORE OF THIS #IT'S SO CUTE AND POTENTIALLY TRAGIC

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

I'm 55 hours of gameplay into GreedFall from when I started it 9 days ago and I think potentially I'm running out of side quests to do??

Which is fine because I'm anxious about the main story and Constantin, but he's being helped by Catasach and I trust him to keep my boy alive until De Sardet can find a cure or something to fix him 🥺

#greedfall #greedfall blogging #de sardet #constantin d'orsay

[a-driftamongopenstars]

in unison; constantin & de sardet gen fic;

my small tribute to a concept we've discussed in greedfall server, that constanin and de sardet are minundhanem, aka soulmates. which, by the way, makes me go asdfg 😭

also on ao3

Minundhanem. A word that falls so gently off one’s mouth. Constantin learnt it from Catasach, whose sharp eye could not avoid noticing the Governor’s attachment to his cousin. Joined at the hip, they were inseparable in the hours of the Legate’s stay at the Palace. When they were in travel, oh, Constantin did not miss those days, filled with lonely misery, not a soul but his healer to speak to.

Soulmates. That is what they were. Constantin never gave it more than a second’s thought, to doubt it was ridiculous!

Minundhanem. Constantin whispered that word secretly in greeting to his cousin or in a bitter farewell before their departure. Sickness stiffened his tongue and made him pained, but even malichor could not take away his gift of speech. By speaking that word, Constantin felt he bound himself over and over to his cousin, and that thought cleared his darkened mind and lifted his spirits.

On occasion, Siora, the ‘princess’ of her people, would speak of that word. Of best friends who were minundhanem, of wives and husbands who were minundhanem, of siblings who were minundhanem. Constantin listened eagerly, he wanted that word, that idea, ingrained in his mind. He paled in excitement when his cousin’s eyes would meet his at Siora’s explanations.

It was clear as day that the thought was mutual. Brother! Sister! Sibling! Soulmate!

Of course, de Sardet could (and did!) love another, could marry, could do all they wanted, but in the depths of their heart it would always be Constantin that they were tangled with so deeply. Their sibling bond was stronger than blood oath, than blood line they never got to share.

Constantin knew it was true from the moment his whole being was adjoined with that of the island’s. He could feel it in every pebble, in every cry of a bird, in every run of the stream - all of it sang with power and a wistful song of two siblings, whose fate filled this island with dread.

Why fear, Constantin wondered, feeling the roots and antlers in his head. He would be benevolent to this island that brought him his dear cousin - and this power. To this island, that wrapped the thread of fate around their nimble fingers and held it together, Constantin would show gratitude.

It was for his fair cousin that Constantin pulled at the power of this island. For them, not for anybody else. They made the trees sing and sway in unison, so that they may carry the word, minundhanem, all across Teer Fradee, and let everyone go deaf from hearing it.

When they stood one against another at the heart of the island, where everything burnt and simmered, where ash flew not unlike in Serene, fate was to be decided.

Oh cousin, could they ever cut that thread that held them so close for their entire lives? Could the Legate, the child of the island, adopted by the continent, truly let go of Constantin? After all that he’d done?

Constantin reached out, palm open and inviting. He whispered, “Minundhanem”, and his cousin’s gaze met his. The answer to Constantin’s plea was clear.

Birds cried above the island. And flowers bloomed. The wistful song of dread went on, and on, and on, one word in its verse - minundhanem.

#greedfall #constantin d'orsay #de sardet #fanfiction #driftcreates

[queen-scribbles]

Ooh are you still doing the handholding prompts? May I request 24 for Ves/Kurt or 21 or 38 for Constantin & the de Sardet of your choice?

I absolutely am, I'll be doing those(even repeats of previously filled ones) until the whole list is done. 😊😉

24. only realizing it when they have to let go [Ves/Kurt]

Vesper’s pique at Burhan’s machinations had largely settled into weary acceptance by the time they approached New Sérène's gates. She knew how politics worked, only too well. She was troubled more by the watching the potential for a cure crumble to dust just as she grasped it. They’d been so close, or so she’d thought, and to have that snatched away... Nothing for it though but to think of some other avenues of inquiry since Mev had not held the magical cure-all they’d been led to believe.

“You alright, Green Blood?” Kurt fell in step next to her, checking his stride to not outpace her. “Haven’t seen you frown like that in a while.”

As if by instinct her brow unfurrowed and one side of her mouth tipped up in a wry smile. “Just thinking. It’s concentration, nothing worrisome.”

“Hmh.” I’ll be the judge of that, his eyes said as he studied her.  “Thinking about...?”

“Other leads we could follow since the Bridge rumors of the tierna were-”

“A pack of self-serving lies?” Kurt finished for her darkly. Apparently a grudge still lingered over the Bridge spy’s attempt to kill her. Not that she could blame him.

Vesper nodded, then bit her lip. “I haven’t come up with anything yet,” she admitted, keeping silent on the deep, frantic urgency that drove her to find an answer now, now, now. Before she lost one of the most important people in her life. She flashed a wider but equally wry smile. “Maybe after a night’s sleep in a real bed, something will come to me.”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “That does do wonders for a great many things, I find.”

Vesper couldn’t hold back a small laugh of her own at his dry tone. “A great many,” she agreed lightly. I hope to high heaven this is one of them, because I don’t know what to do and we’re running out of time. 

“Vesper.” Kurt’s voice had gone softer, this part not meant to be overheard by the companions trailing behind them. “You’ll think of something.”

His certainty made something flutter in her chest. “I hope so,” she replied just as softly. Her eyes burned and she blinked to clear away the source--kicked-up dust or emotion, didn't really matter.

They walked in silence a few minutes, so close their arms brushed, before Kurt spoke again. “Since it’s a bit early to start on that good night’s sleep-”

“Speak for yourself,” Vesper muttered, only mostly-joking, even if it was barely mid-afternoon and he was right. She had too much to do, anyway.

He snorted a laugh before continuing. “-what are you plannin’ to do when we get back?”

“Before or after I wash off a day’s worth of travel?” she asked glibly, all too aware of the sweat and grit clinging to her skin.

Kurt gave her an amused look, though there was something in his eyes that made her stomach do a pleasant little flip. “Let’s go with before.”

“First thing, of course, is check on Constantin.” He wouldn’t care if she came to see him dripping mud and ichor across the expensive rugs, her current disheveled and dusty state was nothing. And she wanted to see if the remedies Catasach attempted were still helping. Even if that’s all they did. Helped.

“Of course.” 

“And that’s... probably it,” Vesper shrugged. “Everything else can keep until I’m clean. And probably should, for appearances’ sake.” It wouldn’t be proper to make official Legate visits with dust in her hair and smelling of sun and sweat. She cocked her head at him. “Why, is there something you wanted to do?” 

Her phrasing may have been deliberate.

Kurt gave her another of those looks but didn’t take the bait beyond a faint smile. He shrugged and kicked at a pebble, turning his gaze to the ever-nearing city gates. “I was thinking we should check in with Manfred, see how the investigation for Egon’s going. If they've found anything new.”

It was a good idea. And she knew how much the extortionist faction rankled for him. “D’you want to do that while I talk to Constantin?” she offered. “Even if the whole retinue doesn’t follow me” --she nodded back toward their friends-- “I’m fairly sure I’ll be safe with, say, Siora, Aphra, and a room full of guards.” Who we know are all loyal thanks to you.

“Is this you delegating, Excellency?” he asked with that same faint smile.

Vesper shrugged and arched one brow over a half-mischievous smile. “You’re the one who fusses about me doing too much,  Captain. Besides, It makes sense to have you talk to the Coin Guard. Especially with you and Manfred already knowing each other. We can compare notes afterward, if that sounds like a plan?”

Kurt gave her another look, one that said he’d caught the less-than-innocent undercurrent of the innocent suggestion. “A very good plan, my lady,” he said, tone turning the term into a promise and endearment rather than simple respect.

“That’s settled, then,” she said as they passed into the city, guards nodding respectful greetings to the group.

It was as their paths diverged to head in opposite directions for the Governor’s palace and Coin barracks that they realized their hands were joined, fingers laced together, the warmth of contact just starting to sink through their gauntlets. Vesper gave Kurt’s hand an instinctive squeeze and contemplated changing her plans to go with him simply so she wouldn’t have to let go. They just fit together so well, and she knew she'd miss his if it wsn't there.

When did we...? She didn’t even remember reaching for his hand, had she really been so distracted? She ran back through their conversation and failed to pinpoint a moment when she’d sacrificed or lost the freedom of that hand.

Kurt smiled, squeezed back, and kissed her temple as he let go. “See you later, Green Blood,” he murmured against her hair, and she bit her lip at the promise heavy on the words.

She still flexed her fingers, feeling the absence just as keenly as she'd expected, as she headed for the palace steps.

#queens fic #handholding prompts #vesper de sardet #kurt #kurt greedfall #ves/kurt #greedfall #i love them your honor #i'll probably write one of the ds & constantin one eventually too #but for now it's ves/kurt loving hours :D

[a-byss-inia]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: GreedFall (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Constantin d'Orsay/De Sardet Characters: Constantin d'Orsay, Vasco (GreedFall), Aphra (GreedFall), Petrus (GreedFall), Kurt (GreedFall), De Sardet (GreedFall), Catasach (GreedFall), Vinbarr (GreedFall), Siora (GreedFall), En On Míl Frichtimen, Admiral Cabral (GreedFall), Sieglinde (GreedFall), Mev (GreedFall), Dunncas (GreedFall), Derdre (GreedFall) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff Summary:

Marina de Sardet felt for all the world that she was running out of time.

Constantin had looked ill during the coup and iller still when she'd said her goodbyes to him. He hadn't been happy that she was leaving, had tried his best to prevent it in any way possible.

She knew then that he'd accepted that he would die. If he would rather her stay with him instead of search for a cure, then the writing was upon the wall indeed. But Marina had not accepted it, even if he had. She would not allow it.

#changing around my summary #placeholder #greedfall #constantin x de sardet #constantin d'orsay #de sardet #greedfall fanfic #fanfiction #Vasco #kurt Greedfall #aphra #siora #petrus #mev #en on mil frichtimen #derdre Greedfall #catasach

[diadhachd-galair]

@fallesto || continued from here "Worms.." Constantin gasped, clutching his throat. "Worms can turn into...butterflies. While there is no hope for the vile, old, rotten...vultures," the golden prince did learn the art of insults. Not many managed to stay cold being hit with a fervent rush of sincere, putrid feeling, uttered by the lips of a charming person. By some strange whim of fate even his enemies found themselves under the spell of his character and their first impulse was to please likable, vivacious d'Orsay. However, this one brave offense failed. Drastically. Sitting on the ground he gazed upon his captor with awe. For the man did look like a bird. Feathers grew from his flesh, his features was chiseled long and sharp, perfect for the wind to caress. He was a work of an eerie art. A true son of the mysterious Teer Fradee. "If you do intent to drown me, it's a fool errand. The sea lays as far as the young moon from the sun in zenith". Constantin massaged his throat, but in truth the blind anger left him. Calmly, as calmly as a man insulted, threatened and abused can be, he raised from the ground and picked the dust off his frock. Strange. He did not have time to study the map, to mark their destination, ushered by a mad hope and a promise to be saved from the clutches of speedy, ravenous disease. Yet with some solid, mystifying assurance he could point where the sea was and how long it took to get to it. Him! He was not a naut, nor a prodigal cartographer; geography was never one among his favorite subjects, nor did he posses any talents in that regard... But oh...oh, it seems everything speaks to me. Maybe this madness has a rhyme to it. "You slander me without reason. Was it not you who attacked a peaceful party without a word? At a sacred site? Murdered a respected doneigad on a whim? And all for what...to give your enemies an upper hand," young d'Orsay sighed, as if he was truly sorry for the calamity the mad stranger found himself in. Honestly, he was sorry. Forever indebted for the kindness Catasach showed him. Even if his cure didn't work, he gave him a few more days of sanity and during those he would have ushered a verdict to solidify his gratitude and assure the favour stood even after his...departure. no. not that horrid, despicable word. I won't utter it. He can't just paint me a villain out of the blue! Did I ravage the land with unjust edicts, stolen people for scientific gain or bent them to renounce their believes? No! My politics is both caring and peaceful! But he seemed suddenly tired to burn with a true wrath anymore. Tired and bored of the feeling that gripped him a breath ago. "Why?" no sarcasm poisoned the question. Constantin, bruised, frightened and almost dead but an hour ago, bloomed with curiosity.

#♚whatever power we earn there are some things that escape us (rp threads) #fallesto

[eliona-de-sardet]

Fair Cousin

Seeing as my last post got such a good response (I knew I wasn’t the only one who was helplessly in love with Constantin d’Orsay!) here’s a small fic I finished the other night. Constantin x de Sardet, of course. A confession and a little bit of fluff! @ma-serannas-vhenan

(Also I have no idea how to do read more on mobile so this is long sorry.)

Enjoy :)

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“Constantin!” Eliona’s hand shot out in front of her as the vision of her dear cousin’s face flashed before her, his features twisted and dark, the Malichor coursing through his withering veins. A creature had hold of him, some twisted guardian of darkness, no, a demon, had wrapped its oily, black tendrils around his body. The vision faded as the sun began to shine through her eyelids, awakening her. A cold sweat dripped from her forehead, her copper blonde locks sticking fervently to her forehead.

She couldn’t get Constantin out of her head. Ever since they arrived in on Tír Frideé, ever since they were freed from the constrictions of Seréne. Small glances in secret, smiles that they knew no one else could see. And now that she knew. Now that she knew that she wasn’t truly his dear cousin… she shook her head, climbing out of her bed to change. She shouldn’t have ever had those thoughts. But he was so genuine in everything he did. In how he spoke to the allies of the Congregation, to delegates, to her.

She changed, deciding to go visit him today. She had to make sure he was okay, the nightmare leaving her quite shaken.

She greeted Siora downstairs, a small smile on her face as their attention met. Siora was one of the first new people she trusted on the island, and she had turned out to be an excellent friend. She honestly wished she’d be able to pursue their friendship into something more, but Eliona feared and still struggled with her feelings for Constantin. She hoped getting herself close to someone else would shake her feelings, but unfortunately it only had the opposite effect.

She left her quarters making the nice walk to the palace. The morning was quiet, and the sun had started to shine through the tops of the buildings, the shadows casting elongated shapes on the cobbled street below. She hummed a small tune to herself, one of the many shanties she had learned while on board the large ship that took them to the continent. It was mostly to distract herself from her own anxieties.

Constantin was sitting in his chair like he always was, his demeanor still just as cheery as she remembered him from their youth. His face lit up when he saw her, and he moved to stand before being taken over by a small bout of coughing. Catasach placed a comforting hand on his back, offering some small drink of something, to ease the cough he’d later tell her.

“My dear Cousin!” He clasped his hands together, and a small ache tore through her heart. Why did she have to be like this?

“Constantin.” She couldn’t say his name out loud and not smile when she saw him. She moved to his seat, kneeling down onto the ornate carpet, situating herself beneath him. A hand went to his cheek, his skin flushed with heat. He was at least now stable, thanks to Catasach. He didn’t seem to be getting worse. He leaned into her touch, a small, weak smile pulling across his lips.

“You seemed troubled, Eliona. What is it that ails you? I shall fix the problem at once.” Always so optimistic. She couldn’t help but be enamored with him. She sighed quietly.

“I’m not sure it’s something you can fix, my fair cousin.” It had become a nickname. “My dear cousin, My fair cousin.” And one she held so dear to her heart.

“Oh, I’m sure I can at least do something.” She looked up at him as he spoke, her eyes trailing over his features. The malichor had poxed his skin, leaving it darkened and bruised, but his yellow glow still shone through.

“May we speak in private?” She spoke quietly, hoping perhaps to go to his study, or anywhere that wasn’t the main hall. He nodded, motioning towards one of the Coin Guard that he was leaving.

“I’m heading to my study with my dear legate. We shall only be a few. Please don’t miss me while I’m gone!” He gave a small smile, waiting for Eliona to rise before allowing her to help him to his study. The malichor hadn’t consumed his lower body quiet yet, but the constant bed rest left him vulnerable to muscle weakness and fatigue. They finally made it, and she sat him gently down in a grand chair. “Now, what is it you wish to say, my dear cousin? What troubles you?” His hand carelessly pushed a bit of hair from her face, just like he had done as a child, and she couldn’t help the redness that flushed her face.

“I had a terrible dream, Constantin. I- I just had to see you and make sure you were still with me.” She wanted to reach out and touch him, and it was as if he read her mind, because he took her hand, gently lacing his fingers through hers.

“I’m still here, Eliona. Fear not, I am stubborn, as you know. I’m not going to let something like this get rid of me so easily.” He gave her a reassuring smile, and it helped. She had sat herself at his feet again, this time resting her head in his lap like the had done as children. His hand absentmindedly went to her hair, as it had many times before, running the strands that he had unbraided through his fingers. She sat for a moment in utmost peace. She pretended that nothing was different and that it was just the two of them back at home. It was quiet for a moment, until reality came crashing down again when a small coughing fit shook his bones. “Ah- forgive me.” He pulled his fingers from her hair. “I’m sure you didn’t come here for me to treat you like a child.” That was exactly what she had wanted.

“Constantin, I-“ she sat up, unsure of how to word what she was feeling. “You know I love you, my dear, dear cousin.” It wasn’t uncommon for them to have said it to each other in passing, but familial “I love you’s” held an understanding that others might not.

“Of course, as I love you.” Another pang in her heart.

“But as of recently, I’ve begun to wonder…” she trailed off, unsure if she should continue. The small, rubbing thumb on the back of her hand was enough for her to keep going. “Constantin, I love you.” She has finally said it. “I am realizing now that I always have, and the thought of you being pulled from my arms by this cursed disease shakes me to my very core.” Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, threatening to escape if she said anything else.

Constantin was quiet for a moment, but the reassuring thumb stayed, moving gently over her skin. Eliona had bent her head away from his face, and he responded by lifting her chin gently, so their eyes met. “Oh, Eliona.” The sound of her name on his lips send another pang through her. But a smile was on his face, still a light amongst the darkness. He leaned forward, lifting as he did so until their lips met.

It was gentle and soft, but filled with a passion of years. Eliona shifted to her knees, her hand moving to his face, heated now from more than the disease. She returned the kiss, her heart nearly singing from the sensation. Small, passionate kisses passed between them, reserved and secret, but excited and expressive. She finally pulled back, Constantin’s fingers still weaved through her now down hair.

“I- I didn’t realize-“

Constantin smiled, his hand going to her cheek. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes as he brushed his thumb over her mark. “You are my light, Eliona. And for as long as you live and breathe on this earth, I will be right beside you.”

“And I, you, Constantin.”

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