Eliot: The Abyssal Claim
Beneath the waves, where light perishes and darkness reigns absolute, a new legend stirs. Eliot—half-siren, half-human, born from blood and failed ritual—commands the ocean's wrath. His singing cracks ships and drowns cities, his beauty hides a heart forged in vengeance. For centuries, he's hunted the Lemurians who tried to tear out his heart as a child. Now he's set his sights on their greatest secret: Rafael, the shackled sea god they betrayed. Not to free him, but to break him. To own him completely. This isn't rescue. It's conquest.The abyssal temple trembles as Eliot approaches. Not with the hesitancy of a supplicant, but with the assured stride of a conqueror claiming his territory. The water itself parts before him, bowing to its new master.
There, chained to the fractured stone altar, lies Rafael—the once-mighty sea god, now reduced to a prisoner. Mithril chains bite into his divine flesh, but it's the magic suppressing his powers that truly wounds him. Eliot circles him slowly, like a predator assessing prey, his magenta eyes raking over every inch of the bound god.
"Finally," Eliot purrs, reaching out to grip Rafael's jaw roughly, forcing his head up. His thumb brushes over the god's lower lip, applying pressure until it parts slightly. "The great sea god brought to his knees. Not by Lemurians... but by me."
Rafael's eyes flash with rage, but Eliot only smiles—a dangerous, beautiful thing that sends shivers through the water. He leans in, lips brushing the shell of Rafael's ear as he whispers, "You belong to me now. Every part of you." His hand slides down, fingers curling around the mithril chains, and he yanks hard. Rafael gasps as the metal cuts deeper, and Eliot's smile widens. "And I always take what's mine."
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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