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Jamil’s voice actor has said himself that even he believes that Jamil and Azul could be close friends- I wanna point this out because that man definitely has some of the best understandings of Jamil EVER because he’s not only seen most of his voice lines, but he also gets the background notes we don’t get to see to add the correct kind of flavor to the voice acting- ANYWAYS
Jamil and Azul DO get along!! very well, in fact! If they are put against a common force or just, generally in an event together they do work well and even joke like close friends would!
Like, even when Jamil is being mean, he’s not malicious. He’s snarky, not actually trying to hurt Azul’s feelings- and they both KNOW how smart the other one is, and both aren’t afraid to mention it
(usually it’s Azul, but Jamil also consistently gives Azul credit as well. He doesn’t ever really downplay Azul’s merits and abilities)
And the funniest bit is- no matter how mean Jamil is to him, even with what some WOULD consider as bullying, Azul does not stop.
Which is WEIRD AS HELL FOR HIM. He was heavily bullied as a kid, so much so that it’s very obviously hinted at that he had/has an eating disorder (he wears the same size as Epel and Riddle, people who are a good ~20 ish cm shorter than he is- this is besides the point-) so to him, the reward of getting Jamil on his side is worth the thing that literally controlled his entire life and caused his overblot. That is how important getting Jamil is to him.
(which also begs the question, why Jamil? Sure, some of it is definitely because he sees himself in Jamil, but since this is MY post, I also believe it’s because he has a crush on him.)
And he is CONSTANT about it- it’s almost hilarious how fucking often octavinelle or the lounge or even just himself comes up in his conversations with him.
And sure, it is a little weird that he seems to disregard Jamil’s constant no’s- BUT he also understands and watches Jamil more than anyone else, so I think he does this precisely because he knows that Jamil holds himself back.
Jamil can’t reasonably Say yes to him, because of kalim and his duties, but it’s the same thing with Jamil’s lab vignette, he so desperately wants Jamil to do his best, to succeed, but because Jamil will not let himself, he pushes and pushes to try and get him to fold and do what he really wants. To flourish. And Azul wants him to do it with him.
and the reason why Jamil is always so resistant to it isn’t because he genuinely wants nothing to do with it, it’s because he cannot understand or comprehend a relationship like that where they are equal.
He doesn’t want to be under Azul’s thumb, but this is exactly where their animosity comes from- the misunderstanding of their friendship and the dynamics with it. He doesn’t want to go to octavinelle, to work at the lounge, because he despises being a servant.
But master and servant is the only real dynamic he knows- he legitimately can’t understand how it would be any different, and because of Azul’s reputation and persona, he wouldn’t trust Azul’s word on it either.
(It is also very ironic that Azul’s persona, which was made to protect him from bullying, is the exact reason Jamil is so hostile towards him in the first place)
But here’s the thing- consistently, Jamil always makes note of Azul. He pays attention to him, (‘you sure love your cryptic little asides’ means that he’s actually paying attention to Azul to notice said asides and notice the frequency of them-) and he acknowledges him first.
I cannot stress enough how fucking insane it is that he not only acknowledges Azul first, but by full name. He is in basketball club with Floyd, he should know him well enough to say him by name, and hypothetically be more friendly with. Floyd is genuinely the safest person in octavinelle for him to hang out with precisely because he doesn’t scheme, so why in the world is he acknowledging Azul?? He’s already fucking suspicious of him and wants him off his back, so why not go for what should be his safest in?? Sure, it makes sense for him to actually talk to Azul because, classmates, but to completely disregard Floyd and put Azul first? Azul stands in the middle of them no matter what reading direction would be normal for Jamil (like if he speaks Arabic then it would be right to left/) it wouldn’t make sense to point out the one in the middle. Genuinely when people say hello to a group they know usually they go by name in reading order-
Okay genuinely not being insane about one moment in dialogue for a moment
Jamil and Azul, work so, so fucking well. They are just similar enough while also being opposites in the most complimentary way it’s crazy.
They work well as friends and as business partners and as people fighting together and as a couple, they flow together and it is always in my brain
Because all it takes is for Jamil to realize that Azul is not lying. He is not trying to trick him or butter him up he means every single word of praise he says and he will continue to say it because to him Jamil is worth the pain. THAT is why they’re soulmates to me
Because all Jamil has ever wanted was freedom, and to catch a break. To not be the one serving, but to have someone serve him, to understand him. and Azul does. Azul wants to serve him and to hold him on equal footing and he already DOES understand him
(And he understands Azul, as well, even if he doesn’t admit it. In all of those lines he notices things about Azul you wouldn’t if you actually hated someone. Azul gives him a sense of hope, in a subtle way)
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IN WHICH HE STICKS TO THE LETTER, NOT THE SPIRIT
Years after New Godheim is established, your daughter attempts to help you solve a mystery you hadn't thought too hard about before her. Ayn gets ambushed, Roxana gets chocolate, and you get no answers.
— pairing: [godheim] ayn alwyn x little painter/you
— word count: 884
— tags: domestic fluff, takes place long after ayn's route but might not be compliant with the epilogue [i haven't played it yet]
— note: roxana means dawn or bright. i felt like it was a very fitting name for ayn's daughter, precisely because of his color scheme and revenge plotline.
return to lbc masterlist | series: an eventful first meeting
AYN HAS JUST WALKED IN the front door when he's met with an ambush. Instinctively, he reaches out his free hand, steadying the small bundle of joy holding his legs hostage.
She looks up at him, and he sees eyes the color of his own shining determinedly back at him. As his hand lowers from the back of her head to her shoulder, her small hands tighten their grip on his legs, leaving a pattern of creases to crawl down the length of his pants.
"I'm home," he says, crouching down to her level. It takes all his willpower to not smile or look when he hears you laugh softly from somewhere in the back. "Isn't there something you should say to me?"
Letting go of him, Roxanna blinks owlishly. Then, as she cups her chin thoughtfully, some realization dawns on her—though Ayn doubts it's the correct one.
"Papa," she says urgently. "Did you get my chocolate?"
He snorts, offering her his latest purchases to peruse through. "Why don't you take a look?"
Easily swayed by the promise of more sweets, she buries her head into the basket and begins sorting through. Ayn watches over her fondly, until a slight movement from behind one of the sofas catches his eye. Soon, you poke your head out properly, a wry grin on your face—as if to commiserate over her blatant disregard for everything when chocolate is involved.
He raises an eyebrow at you. You hang your head in response, a fake tearful expression on your face. Ever the dutiful husband, Ayn sighs.
"Are you sure there's nothing else you want to ask me?"
There's chocolate on her hands now. A smear on her lips, and another on her cheek. She glances over to where you're hiding, then at him, her lips forming an 'O'. Taking off his glove, he gently wipes away the mess and gets awarded for his helpfulness by the sight of her stomping her feet angrily.
"That was my chocolate!" Roxanna pouts, crossing her arms. "I'm taking yours!"
Nothing good comes of spoiling a kid rotten. But a little bit, he thinks, is deserved. Scooping both his daughter and his recent goodies up, he presses a kiss to her forehead. She huffs, resting her head against his chest when she hears him chuckle.
"That's okay. I'll just take them from Mama," he says, keenly aware of his wife's furious glare as he walks past the living room—into the kitchen, where he sets her down on the countertop. "Are you sure there's nothing else?"
"Hmm?" Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, at first. Then, bobbing her head confidently, she asks, "Papa, how'd you meet Mama?"
By now, you've migrated to a different hiding spot. The still tearful look on your face tells him that this isn't the question you coached her on. Ayn bites back a smirk.
"So, that's what you wanted to ask?" he asks, his smile widening when he spies you shaking your head—hoping that your silent gesturing for her to cease her attempts get across. "I thought I already told you that story."
"No, you told me how you got married!" she says. "How'd you meet?"
"We were at a ball," Ayn recounts, closing his eyes. His smile fades a bit at the memories directly following that encounter, only for it to flare back to life when he remembers the way you panicked over maple syrup. "Your mother…she was engaged to someone else back then. So we were celebrating for her."
Roxanna frowns. "What happened to him then?"
Opening his eyes, he raises an eyebrow at her. "I thought you wanted to know about us?"
"Continue…" she grumbles.
"There was only one slice left of my favorite cake," he continues, recalling the smile on your painted lips as you offered it to him. "Your mom gave it to me when she realized I wanted it."
Years have passed since that day, and they have taken bits of his memory with them. Most of the nobles who attended alongside him are a sea of faceless men and women, depicted in indistinct shapes and clashing colors. Even Lars has become a distant memory—but you alone remain preserved under the bright lights, as beautiful then as you are now.
"Really? That's it?" As though she'd been hoping for something more romantic, she scrunches up her nose. "I'd never do that."
He smiles softly, well aware his daughter won't understand his hidden meaning. "And I hope you never have to."
"Okay," Roxanna says, tilting her head. She's grabbed another chocolate, and this time, her mouth is full when she asks her next question. "Oh! Then, when did you know you liked her?"
"You shouldn't eat with your mouth full," he chides.
His softened gaze naturally wanders over to you—at the same time that you happen to be celebrating your good fortune. It seems this is the question you wanted her to ask. Ayn disguises his laugh as a cough, and a lovely shade of red blooms across your cheeks.
As he ruffles his daughter's dark hair—to which she protests loudly, and is mollified only when he fixes the muted red of her bangs back into place—he flashes a mischievous grin at his wife.
"Hmm, well, I wonder…maybe I'll remember if I talk to your mother."
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