A concept I haven't seen enough of is Raven + physical comfort.
Like, in fanfics it's damn near always verbal (and yes that does make complete sense with her character; there is not a single universe in which she's all touchy-feely, especially not with anyone besides who she's close to).
However. I raise the point that we have, to my admittedly faulty recollection, never seen this demonstrated in the books. But something we have seen? Hugs.
After Anastasia's "death" while the Glasshouse is burning, we see Max give her a hug. It's stated it's the first one she's ever had, and it's an emotionally vulnerable teenage Raven we're talking about, so if she were at all opposed to it, he definitely would have gotten a black eye. She not only doesn't hurt him or pull herself away, but she allows herself to cry openly in his embrace, which is the exact opposite reaction than she'd give if she were uncomfortable. Basically, all I'm saying here is that she doesn't hate being hugged by someone she trusts, as a bare minimum.
But, lucky me, there's another example.
After she's been freed from the Animus, what's the first thing Max does? Hug her. By this point, there's been almost 14ish years between the incidents, so if Raven were merely tolerating being held/not outright despising it, he would have known. And he would likely have taken another course of action. But he doesn't. He knows, at least in that setup of Raven breaking down in tears, that it's the most effective thing to do.
Tl;dr- Raven likes hugs, and I want to see it. Because that girl needs a hug.
13 notes
·
View notes
Arlecchino's whole deal is unbelievable
Arlecchino: Huh I wonder what's causing my weird powers? I can't really worry about that right now tho, I've gotta become King and then kill my "Mother".
*Kills Clervie and "Mother"*
Arlecchino: Huh I wonder why I was able to defeat a Fatui Harbinger when I'm like 17 or so? I can't really worry about that right now tho, I've gotta be in jail and become a Harbinger.
*Is in jail for a while and becomes a Harbinger*
Arlecchino: Huh I wonder why I am-
Pierro: Hey what's up hello, anyways you're descended from the Crimson Moon Dynasty of Khaenri'ah. I'm sure that this is a lot for you to take in so-
Arlecchino: Ok.
Pierro: ...You're just cool with that?
Arlecchino: IDK maybe? I can't really worry about that at the moment, I'm a father now. This orphanage full of children I love (who also are child soldiers and are not allowed to leave or else I'll execute them except maybe now I'm just gonna wipe their memories IDK I'm morally complex) isn't gonna run itself.
*Runs the orphanage/spy recruitment initiative*
Me, the fucking player: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE KHAENRI'AN? WHY WASN'T THIS BROUGHT UP IN YOUR FUCKING QUEST?? OR ANYTHING ELSE????
Arlecchino, talking to me through my phone: I honestly don't know why you care, I'm too busy to give a shit. Anyways, I'm gonna go fight fate itself I guess. I'm sure that I don't share any thematic parallels with any other Khaenri'an characters (particularly as it relates to acting and family angst) and that I haven't made the idea of 'curses' on Khaenri'ans and what they entail even more complicated than they already were. See ya.
26 notes
·
View notes
thinking about "you have a life" / "i don't know what i have" + "what do you want, dana?" / "i want everything that i should want at this time of my life" + the perceived shame in scully's loss of normalcy... "unlike you, mulder, i would like to have a life" + "do you believe in the afterlife?" / "i'd settle for a life in this one" + "don't you ever want to just stop? get out of the damn car? settle down and live something approaching a normal life?"
her friend ellen saying, "well, first you have to get a life." tara, pregnant with their christmas gift, saying that life before one grew inside her was "somehow...less, just a prelude," while barren dana cries in the kitchen. "i know you and dad were...disappointed...that i chose the path that i'm on."
thinking about how mulder said, "this is a normal life," and how she smiled. (he doesn't know any different). how, in the end, he said, "hey, scully? i know it's not your normal life, but thanks for coming out there with me."
(christmas before quantico, "i guess i'm afraid of making a big mistake. dad thinks i am." and missy's response: "it's not his life, dana.")
her application to adopt emily was rejected: "you're a single woman who's never been married or had a long-term relationship. you're in a high stress, time intensive, and dangerous occupation."
bill's reaction: "sounds like something your partner would say. this isn't about any little girl, dana. this is about you. it's about some...void, some emptiness inside you that you're trying to fill."
and mulder to the judge: "the fact that she can adopt this child, her own flesh and blood, is something i don't feel i have the right to question, and i don't believe anyone has the right to stand in the way of."
(that last christmas with missy before everything: "there is no right or wrong. life is just a path...just don't mistake the path for what is really important in life. the people you're going to meet along the way. you don't know who you're going to meet when you join the FBI. you don't know how your life is going to change, or how you're going to change the life of others.")
and ultimately, it all leads to a leather couch. and after contemplating that sacrifice of normalcy, what she should want, the decisions she could have made, she says, "i once considered spending my whole life with this man...what i would have missed."
she could've been a doctor, like her father wanted. she could've settled down, married waterston, had a normal life, like her friends and brother wanted. but what would she have missed?
"what if there was only one choice and all the other ones were wrong?" / "and all the...choices would then lead to this very moment. one wrong turn, and...we wouldn't be sitting here together."
111 notes
·
View notes
a little thing for wip wednesday, because i finished up Vren's main backstory scenes! they're just rough sketches to flesh out his character, but I think they're neat~
this scene is where he first sees the tally of debt the Zarahmin have on him. He's around 16 here, and has been in Zhirasea for just over a year.
Renegade Prince | Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist @at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting (ask to be +/-)
He knew he shouldn’t have looked, but being alone in Zhira’s office was too much temptation. Back in Maziz, he’d never had the slightest chance of seeing his tally—only the Zahin and his closest sons knew where they were kept. Here in Zhirasea, Vren was surrounded by them. The cabinets that lined the walls weren’t even locked.
These weren’t the only copies, of course. Zhira had duplicates made and kept updated—at the expense of those named, naturally—and those were kept in some secret place. So it didn’t matter if you tried to destroy the one in his office; your true debt would always find you.
Vren yanked open drawer after drawer, quickly realising they were alphabetical. He raced to the far end, glancing constantly at the door, ears straining to hear Zhira’s returning steps. Pages and pages flicked through his fingers, until there it was.
He drew the slim file out with hands that refused to stop shaking. There were three sheets of paper inside, each with a neat tally written upon them. On one side, the item. On the other, the cost. Expenses in red, repayments in black. The price of his entire life, spelled out plain for all to see.
The sheets were, at present, entirely red. He hadn’t worked yet, not properly. The handful of excursions for the Maziz family had been tagalongs, not jobs. Vren gnawed at his lip as he read over the totals. Two digits. Three. Four.
“I wouldn’t worry over that just yet, sha’bhan.”
Vren jumped, dropping the sheets. Khazen Zhira pushed the door closed with his cane, and strolled to his desk. He did not sit behind it, but rather leaned upon it, tapping the tip of his cane against his sandaled foot.
“It cost that much to bring me here?”
“It is neither a short nor safe road from Jamarda to Zhirasea. Rest easy; we split the cost between you and your friend.” Zhira offered a friendly smile, which did not crease his eyes. “It seemed unfair to charge you both, when you rode with the same caravan.”
Vren swallowed, thickly. Aliyne had a tally in here too, the opposite end of the cabinets to him. He should have checked hers too. It had to be nearly as high as his, and climbing every day just the same. All their training, their food, their clothes, their home—none of it was free. They both knew that.
“Let me start working,” he blurted out. Zhira arched an eyebrow. “Red—Redemption will tell you, I can do it. Let me start paying you back.”
“He’s training you for a very specific and dangerous field, thanks to your trinket. Are you certain you’re ready?”
He couldn’t afford not to be. Vren nodded. Zhira eyed him for a long moment, his cane still tap-tap-tapping the side of his foot. Then at last he nodded.
“Very well. I had summoned you today to discuss such a possibility anyway. As you say, Redemption will tell me you are capable. He has been angling to take you along on a job for a while now.”
“Really?” Red hadn’t mentioned that.
“Truly. Tidy up after yourself, sha’bhan, then come sit with me. If you are to start working for this family, there are a few things we must discuss.”
Hands still shaking, Vren hurried to put his tally back in its proper place. He caught sight of the total on the last page again, and his stomach churned. Red made a few hundred gold on big jobs, or so he said. That was before the Zarahmin took their cut.
As he went and sat and discussed his future with Zhira, Vren knew in his heart that he could work for the rest of his life, and never, not ever, pay the family back.
17 notes
·
View notes