#but also is it possible that him and Amelie have somehow fused

[little-red-fool]

Please tell me I’m not tripping but Higgs’ eye makeup in the new DS2 trailer looks very similar to the winged sun disc from Egyptian mythology which (correct me if I’m wrong) I think represents the soul, or sometimes the soul without physical form, as well as a connection to divinity.

Now I don’t know enough about Egyptian mythology to make links and assumptions and I could just be grasping at straws, but I know Death Stranding has a few links to Egyptian mythology, so does anyone with more knowledge on this subject than me have any ideas.

#but also is it possible that him and Amelie have somehow fused #like his soul in her body or something #because i know at the end his hair turns like a pale ashy blonde but its not the same colour as the one in the trailer #the colour and style in the trailer looks much closer to Amelie’s #as ive previously said i havent played the game but ive been researching about it and i felt this might be important somehow #death stranding #death stranding 2 #higgs monaghan #egyptian mythology

[qqueenofhades]

the shadows among the stars: chapter twenty-three

Summary: Sequel to the alchemical wedding. Garcia Flynn and Lucy Preston have timewalked to 1590 London, in search of answers about the mysterious manuscript Ashmole 782. But as they tangle with alchemists, assassins, witches, vampires, daemons, queens, and emperors – and the de Clermont family themselves – they quickly realize that their quest will be far more difficult than they ever imagined, and their relationship will be challenged as never before. In the present, their formidable enemy Michael Temple is more powerful than ever, the rival creature factions on the Congregation scheme and intrigue against each other, and in both centuries, the danger and the shadows are only deepening. Rating: M Status: WIP Previous: Queen’s Gambit

Chapter 23: In the Dark of the Night

For a very long moment – bad as this situation is and could still get even worse – Flynn nonetheless can only feel something madly akin to sick relief. He didn’t blame Lucy for it, since there wasn’t much else she could do with him unconscious, but he was never easy about the prospect of leaving Asher and Christian without a proper goodbye. Not like this, not after everything that it was to see them again, and how sorely his heart rebels against the necessity of returning to a future without them, even if it’s been that way for years and years. When he’s been in a place and time where they’re alive, the grief of losing them will hit him all over again when they’re gone, and he’s been trying not to think about it. But even if the timing is absolutely execrable, even if they need to get Christian out of here immediately before Rittenhouse arrives – he’s here. It lurches through Flynn and leaves him breathless, and he drops the Ashmole pages and leaps out of the pentacle like a demon spotting an opportunity to devour its master. “Jesus Christ! Christian, what are you – ”

“Uncle Garcia?” His nephew goggles at him in utter disbelief, no hint of recognition or understanding in his eyes. “What are you doing here? I left you in France.”

Ah. Yes. It hits Flynn too hard to deflect, and he has to turn away. Christian has no idea what they’ve been through, in the last months. He doesn’t know why Flynn is here in company with four witches, two daemons (one of them holding a fuse tantalizingly close to a barrel of gunpowder), Sir Walter Raleigh, and other prominent members of Elizabethan intellectual circles, setting a trap with a priceless manuscript to catch a fiendishly dangerous supernatural villain. Even more, Christian is not alone. In the light from the open door, Flynn can see Jack standing on the threshold. Christian must have brought him to London, perhaps didn’t remember that he was attached to him and wanted to return him home, but since Jack was Rittenhouse’s thrall, that might also serve to attract him. Right now, when they’re all off guard and not prepared for it, and after everything, that is the one thing they can’t afford.

“Snuff the candles!” Flynn barks at a startled Raleigh, before spinning on the witches and slashing a hand across his throat. “Kill the spell! Right now!”

Since they have just gotten to actually put this precarious plan into practice, and aren’t sure if they will get another chance, there is a brief resistance to this order. Then Lucy understands, even if Agnes, Amelie, and Lady Beaton don’t, and shuts off the spell. The roof and walls of the solar rematerialize like smoke, then slam back into place, and Guy Fawkes blows out his fuse with a look of deep disappointment. The silence as Christian takes in this bizarre tableau is excruciating. Then he says again, “Uncle Garcia, who are these people?”

“I – ” Flynn isn’t sure that he can possibly explain. “Christian, this is not – this is not a good time, all right? Perhaps if you go down to the kitchen and have Parry bring you some – ”

“How did you get here so fast?” Rather than retreating, as he might have done before, Christian advances. His face is hard, his eyes wary, and he beckons brusquely to Jack to stay where he is, clearly not trusting this motley crew of creatures to play by the rules. “Christopher Marlowe, is that you? Aren’t you Papa’s – friend?”

“The lord Gabriel and I are passably acquainted, yes.” Kit cocks his head, staring narrowly at Christian. “And you’ve seen me recently enough to know that, so what you play at by – ”

“It’s complicated,” Lucy interrupts. Flynn can see the guilt in her eyes, the fear that she somehow botched the memory spell or is otherwise responsible for this, when she knows as well as he does that Christian can’t be here without serious complications. “Christian, this is hard to understand, but – ”

[read the rest on AO3]

#timeless #timeless ff #garcy #garcy ff #lucy x flynn #the shadows among the stars #only one more chapter after this #brace yourselves ladies and gentlebots #i will probably finish it this weekend #ahem #all souls au