Birdyyyyyy - Birdy

Pls we life laugh love Xanthus …. bless us with Xanthus 🧛🏻

Fr, fr Xanthus is the standard that man can wipe a whole Lineage just for you. He is the type that would give you the most finest jewelry that even the other elders is very desperate to get. He is the type that looovvessss your kisses than blood something about your kisses that make his legs weak and eyes dilated. He is basically a combination of a cute cat and sly fox. He has 2 side one is very spicy and one is very sweet and romantic at Heart. Sometimes he would get tease on how he is wrapped around your fingers and how he is the ONE who wrapped himself on and you can destroy him and he would still crawl back to your hands. He protect you with all of his might just say a thing and you can have it just say a word, just say it and everything. So yes live love laugh Xanthus our Blood sucker future husband

<3

xanthus x reader

xanthus comforts you!

ANOTHA ONE! and ofc its xanny again what can i sayyy i love my pookie- this was meant to be more wholesome butttt i chopped off an entire part that just didn't flow with everything

alsooo finals season is starting and ill be busy suffering for the next two weeks sooo i may complete one more fic later this week then disappear for a while

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“You're in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter”

You’re not one to sulk, throughout your life you’ve learnt that pointless worrying will never prove to be an advantage and overthinking weighs you down like a heavy burden. Although sometimes you can’t help but think of home especially now when your life is thrown on the line all over again. The home you once knew and loved isn’t your home anymore. The home you abandoned to pursue a better life. Ironically, that peace was short-lived and danger seems to follow you everywhere you go; it seeps into the cracks of your life, it follows you to every crevice of the earth.

Sometimes you wonder about your parent and if they think of you too. It would be funny to explain the course your life has taken to them. It would be nice to introduce Xanthus to them. Would that be possible? Are they even alive still? Nothing is guaranteed, nothing at all. Maybe someday you could track them down. Someday you could see them again and hug them but would they even remember you? Have they already moved on and forgotten about you?

That’s impossible, right?

Dontis’ home has a spectacular view of the city, his balcony was a perfect to observe the city’s rich culture but that wasn’t your reason for gazing down at the lights and colours that illuminated the streets. You wished to clear your mind, avoid your thoughts of home and your parents but the families that hurried excitedly through the streets together did not help you whatsoever. If anything, it made your current predicament worst.

Teardrops fall onto your hand, the wet stream cooling in the nigh time breeze as it rolls down your cheeks leaving a glistening trail in their wake. Shit, you didn’t mean to cry not when Xanthus can feel what you feel.

“Love, are you out there?” his soothing voice calls from behind you.

Crap it’s too late now.

“Yeah, uh I’m here” your hands quickly drag against your cheeks wiping away any sign of tears before you head inside.

He stood by the glass doors, waiting for you. You don’t say a word. You walk straight to him pressing resting your forehead against. His hands immediately wrap around your body and he placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“What’s the matter my love?” his voice is so gentle, so patient.

It makes you break down all over again. Your lips quiver, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you sob into him. Xanthus is so sooo patient with you. He stays with you silently rubbing small circles on your back and resting his face against your hair.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there with him but it was long enough for you to calm down. Hiccups leaving your throat as you pull back from him.

“’m sorry” you mumble

“You don’t have to be love” he cradles your face in his palms.

“I ruined your shirt” you eye the wet splotch on the front of his shirt but Xanthus only lets out a short chuckled.

“That’s the last thing on my mind right now” he kisses your forehead. “Come on, let’s get you comfortable”

He walks you to the plush sofa and drapes a soft blanket over your shoulders before disappearing into the kitchen. Within seconds he’s back by your side with water and he takes a seat next to you.

“Thank you Xan” you take a sip of your water.

“I promised to take care of you didn’t I? Now, do you want to talk about it?” concern is evident in his voice and his eyes.

“I don’t know, lately I’ve been thinking about my parents and I guess it makes me sad. I think during my time away from them I’ve romanticized a relationship that’s far better the one we actually had.” A deep sigh heaves from your chest “Truth be told, I’m not even sure they’d remember me. It’s been so long and I still somehow miss them and the relationship we could have had if I stayed”

“That’s alright love, it’s understandable” he lays on the sofa pulling you close to him. “Sometimes I feel it too.”

“Really?” you perk up like a puppy, only slowly like a rather sick puppy given how miserable you feel.

“Yeah” he looks down at you “It’s been 400 years but sometimes I think of a fond memory and I long for their presence again too.” The sadness doesn’t get lost in his voice and its clear Xanthus understands exactly how you feel.

“It’s mostly memories of my brother and my mother but it’s enough to make me miss them in my life.” He continued.

“I’m sorry” you weren’t sure how to reply, it felt most natural to let your actions say what your words couldn’t. You close your eyes and hugged him tighter.

“Don’t be, it’s not something we can change.” He smiles. “And we may not have families but we have each other don’t we?”

You look up at him to find his piercing eyes already looking for yours.

“We do.”

You smile at him and he pulls your body onto his chest. His lips fit perfectly against yours slowly savouring the feeling and taste. Your hands grip his shirt and his slips under the thick blanket to hold onto your waist. He pulls away slowly, reluctantly.

“And we’ll always have each other”

“Always” you parrot and he places a kiss on your forehead.

For the rest of the night Xanthus stays cuddled up with you in Dontis’ balcony, sharing fond memories, tracing patterns in the stars and eventually you fall asleep in his arms.

There's a glimmer in his eyes then he speaks again. “I have an idea, come here” he gets up, pulling you to follow him.

Life has definitely taken a turn through another dangerous path, but you aren’t complaining. You don’t bother yourself with such a mediocre thing either, because through every hardship, every conflict, you aren’t alone. Xanthus has been here from the start and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll be here until the very end. You can feel it when he holds you close, when he kisses you, and especially when he looks you in the eyes and tells you how much he loves you.

The guarantee of a future is unknown but you’d die and do it all over again if it meant Xanthus was by your side.

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Guys I have listened to Xanthus audio part 9 so often. I am smiling trough it THE ANGST ISNT ANGSTIE ENOUGH ANYMORE !!!

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author's note: i'm kinda nervous to post stuff but you only live once, right? a big thank you to @yoosungs-cheeks and @jannine00742 (my name twin hehe~) for proof reading! feedback is appreciated !!

“You done in there, Pickle?”. It was one time you were craving pickles at 3 am and couldn't open the jar, one time. And yet here you were, being reminded of the incident every few minutes.

“Pthu! Yep, I’m done. And stop calling me that!”, you spit out the tooth paste, wiping your mouth with your designated towel. It had been a while since you had decided to stay with Isaac. Soon after, his bathroom became your bathroom. His sink, once only occupied with his shaving equipment and toothbrush, soon became more cramped with your skin care and toothbrush holder. His bedroom became your bedroom. His bleak grey bedding now littered comfortable pillows and his nightstand stacked with the library's newest additions.

Leaving the bathroom, you spot your lover nestled into one of the two surprisingly comfortable leather chairs. You wrap your arms around him gently from behind, pecking his cheek. “Whatcha reading?”.

You glance over as he flips the book over so you can read the title. “Lord of the Flies? Bleh”, you grimace before continuing, “Though, I can’t say I’m surprised, Golding is almost as cynical as you”. “Someone’s in the mood to play”, Isaac chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. He kisses your shoulder before turning back to keep reading.

“Mind if I have a sip?”, I ask, nodding to his tea. Isaac hums, but soon pulls it away before you could steal a sip from him. “On second thought, no”. You pout, nudging him gently, “Huh? Why?! Don’t be stingy~ You know I like earl grey”.

He chuckles at your whining. “Because, you just brushed your teeth. I do not mind sharing with you, but I don’t think the taste of toothpaste and tea go together, Pickle”. You huff quietly, but don’t argue back. With a quiet yawn, you lean your head against his, occasionally playing with the sleeve of his free hand or a stray lock.

Your eyes twinkle as you watch him read. It’s difficult not to kiss him with the way his brows furrowed slightly in concentration. Part of you wants to straighten out the crease, poke his cheek, or maybe nibble on his neck, just to see his reaction. Almost as if he’d read your mind, Isaac leans over to give you a soft kiss, his free hand reaching for your lower back, the other still holding the book.

“Someone’s needy”, he smirks, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Are you bored?”. You yawn again, shaking your head, “No, just want to bother you a bit. Pay attention to me~”.

“Tired?”, he cups your cheek, closing the book as he sees through your playful facade. Truth be told, you were exhausted - but going to sleep now would mean going to sleep alone. If you asked Isaac to come with you, he’d drop everything in his hands and do just that, but, knowing just how little free time he gave himself, you wanted to tough it out. “No. Unless you’re read to sleep”, you mumble, nuzzling into him slightly.

“I'm ready for bed anytime you are, Kitten,” Isaac grins, seeing through you instantly.

“…Kitten?”, you blink in surprise. “Huh. I can’t tell if that’s an upgrade or downgrade from ‘Pickle’”.

"Hm… do you prefer something else? It came to me naturally. You’re clingy and yet independent. Needy and playful when you know I’m busy, and while I can count on you for important matters, I can also count on the fact that you’re a brat and a tease. So, Kitten was a natural next step”.

You tilt your head in thought, before shaking it softly, “You’re so… weird sometimes, Isaac”.

Isaac chuckles and lets go of you but only to take you by the hand and lead you to your bedroom. He motions for you to lay down and climbs in behind you, his body wrapped against yours. There’s a comfortable silence.

“Isaac?”, you mumble after a while. Isaac pecks the side of your neck, humming quietly, "Hmm?”.

“…Can we actually get a cat?”. You had asked him a few times - albeit playfully.

"You were serious about that? If getting a pet is a necessity for you…".

You nod slowly, turning to face him. “I think it’d be a nice addition to the family. It’s too early to think about having kids, but getting a fur baby would be nice, no? Besides, you said you always wanted a pet as a kid”.

He hums again, leaning his head on your shoulder while stroking your arm in thought, “You have no idea how tempting the idea of a family with you is… It is too early, though, yes”. He nods, “My mom was good with animals. I always wanted a pet that I could play with, like a dog or maybe a cat, but my grandfather was allergic to them”.

You glance down at him, softly patting his head. “Would you prefer a dog, then? Puppies are cute too”.

He shakes his head, his reply coming in swift and shrap, “No”. “A dog needs to be walked daily. I don’t feel comfortable with the idea of you leaving the house periodically, anything could happen. No”. Your hand pauses, before you sigh quietly. As much as he tried to hide it, his paranoia was still clear as day. Baby steps.

“A cat doesn’t need to go outside”, you mumble, kissing his forehead. His breathing slowed down as he laid against you in silence, “A cat it is…”.

You sit up straight, mouth hanging open, “No way- seriously?!”. Isaac laughs at your sudden enthusiasm, “Calm down, Kitten. We'll go to the shelter in the morning, we'll pick out a nice cat, I'm sure. But for now just focus on your sleep, you won't be able to if you're this excited."

You snuggle back into the pillows, gigging happily, “Ah~ I’m so happy right now! What breed should we get? Oh- and are we getting a boy or a girl? Ah- we should probably buy a bed too right? And proper food? And those cute scratching posts! Are we adopting a kitten or an older cat? Or maybe- mmpf”.

Isaac cuts you short as you babble, silencing you with a gentle kiss, “Slow down, Kitten. You realize it is 3 in the morning, right? Can you at least wait for the sun to come up before you start planning our feline's every move?”.

You rub your neck sheepishly, “Sorry… I’m just excited!”. He can’t help but smile at you, cupping your face between his hands carefully, “I know, Pickle. Let’s sleep first and discuss the details tomorrow, hmm?”.

“Mmh. Good night, Isaac”, you peck his cheek. He returns the favor before closing his eyes.

“Isaac?… You didn’t brush your teeth…”.

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𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 ♥ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏᴅᴏʟʟ)

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It was the afternoon and also the day after… last night. You hadn’t talked to Isaac at all since last night and it wasn’t intentional on your part. If anything, he was the one avoiding you. It felt weird but you knew why. You always wanted to be closer to Isaac but the events of last night… You two were way more than ‘close’.

Isaac acted like nothing ever happened. All of the things you guys did and the things you said were kind of discarded. It hurt. Maybe he only said those things and did those things because in that moment, that one moment, he actually thought you looked good. 

These thoughts taunted you like crazy. You didn’t have Isaac there to tell you that you weren’t overthinking things. You were just left in your own thoughts. 

The two of you passed every few hours and he wouldn’t make eye contact. It was like he got scared of you or something. It was enough to make you finally do something about it. 

“Isaac.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t go back to your study yet.”

“Y/N? I have work.”

“I know but if we don’t talk now, I’m not talking later.”

He looked at your hand gripping onto his wrist. He knew you were stubborn but this was definitely new. 

You led him to sit down with you before getting comfortable. To your suspicion, he scooted away from you, sitting further than he normally does.

“Okay, what’s going on with you? Like, why are you so awkward today?”

He looked at you trying to put a confused look on his face but he’s not that good at playing dumb. 

“What are you saying? I’ve just been busy.”

“Being busy hasn’t stopped you before. So, tell me. What is it?”

He looked at you and sighed in defeat. He seemed… nervous. 

“I didn’t think I’d tell you but I should’ve known you wouldn’t let me ignore you the whole day. Listen, last night was a lot for me.”

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize. I enjoyed it. A lot. You’re really important to me and being able to show you was great. The problem is, I could never bear the thought of losing you. No matter how or when. Before I fell asleep, I was thinking about it.”

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m about to say…I know it’s sudden but for me, it isn’t. I… love you. I love you, Y/N. I didn’t want to. Loving someone could be dangerous. No, it is dangerous. But, I could never stop myself from loving you.”

“You love me? I didn’t know. I always figured it was just me. 

“What?”

You give him a smile and inch closer to him. 

“I love you too. I didn’t think I’d be able to tell you.”

He moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug. You felt safe in his arms, the safest you’ve ever been.

“So…” You start, “What does this mean now? Like, what’re we gonna do?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Be with you.” You mumble out. 

“Hm? What’d you say? You wanna be with me?”

“Maybe.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips. It felt good to be like this with him again. Him being so physical with you. 

“Then it’s official. We’re together.”

“Does that mean you’ll take me out on dates now?”

“I wanna be your boyfriend, not your genie.”

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PART 2... i literally need to start writing my other baes but isaac too fine HES SO UGHGHHHHHHH (im a h03). anyways...

Heyyyy! I love your writing so much, the aesthetics are just *chef’s kiss* <3

I was wondering if you could do Isaac and listener going to some kind of formal event (maybe Azriel invites them or something)! Idk, I just think it’d be interesting to see Isaac’s reaction to his lover in a fancy outfit 🤭

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 ♥ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ

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You were getting ready for an event Isaac was dragging you to. He said you were both invited but you didn’t believe him. 

Isaac gave you a few different outfit options and left you to decide. You went for a red and black theme, it was just a no-brainer. 

Seeing yourself in the mirror was definitely… interesting. You hadn’t seen yourself like this in a while. Looking at yourself made you feel more confident and less anxious. 

You finished getting ready and went to the living room to meet Isaac before you two would leave. Your footsteps stopped when you saw him. You guys accidentally matched…

“I’m ready!” You said, smiling and spinning so he could see your outfit. 

He just kind of stood there though. It was weird. 

“Isaac?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I just, um… You look good.”

“Aw, you think so? I think you look good too.”

His cheeks went slightly pink as he looked away for a moment. He knew saying ‘You look good’ was a major understatement but if he said what he was thinking, he’d sound crazy. 

“We should head out, you got everything?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

He nodded and took your hand along with his keys. You’d be the biggest liar if you said it wasn’t the hottest thing ever but you know how to control yourself. 

He went to his car and opened the door for you. The gesture was cute but you were so focused on the fact that both of you were actually leaving the house for once. As you waited for him to get in on his side, you fidgeted a little. 

You saw him get in and smiled in excitement. 

“You excited?”

“Well, of course.”

“I lied earlier, when I said you looked good.”

Wait what. 

“You look,” He put one hand on your thigh and rubbed gently, “Stunning.”

Oh. 

Oh…?

OH.

OHHHH!!!!!

You were practically screaming inside. This handsome man who happened to be your boss and also the literal STANDARD just called you stunning. HE THOUGHT YOU WERE STUNNING!!

“You think I’m stunning?”

“Y/N, you already look gorgeous when we’re at home but right now…”

Oh he had lost control. 

Classy Isaac was out and this Isaac was here looking at you in a way that could make anyone fold. 

It was all for you. 

“We might be a little late.”

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Well.... hehehehehhehhehhahahahhhehhahhahehha

ANYWAY ... THANK U FOR REQUESTING (and ty for the compliment bae) I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD (if not I'll just make another part because this one might need it)

Me

I love how all xanthus stans are theorising and trying to figure out when the next video comes out like (i am one of them😃)

i come here and say everything is audrics fault i bet hes the one after us

Prelude in C-Sharp Minor

The piece I had in mind was Rachmaninov's Prelude in C-Sharp Minor.

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

Xanthus plays the piano to express his emotions. You hear his pain.

Since your mission to take down the Trimedian, Xanthus had been distant. 

You brushed it off at first, thinking he needed some time on his own to recover from the shock and the betrayal you knew he must have felt when he saw Audric again. People dealt with trauma in different ways, and while you felt safest wrapped in his arms, you recognized that having spent as much time relying solely on himself to deal with everything might have led Xanthus to need to process things on his own. You didn’t push. 

He would come to you if he needed someone to hold on to. He would talk to you if he needed to express his emotions and just vent for a while. He would nuzzle his head into your shoulder and cry if he needed to, wouldn’t he?

Xanthus was always there for you when you woke up screaming from another nightmare or felt tears choking you as you thought back to the mission. He could feel your emotions, so he was next to you in an instant, gathering you into an embrace and making you feel safe, reminding you that it was over, that you were alright, promising he would not let anything happen to you. Never again.

Despite the bond, you had not felt any feeling of terror, anger, or sadness coming from Xanthus. It was almost as if he had blocked you out, stifled his emotions so they would not get to you.

While he tried to put up a cheerful facade around you, his smile never reached his eyes anymore and the faux levity he brought into the thick atmosphere that had appeared in the mansion made you all the more worried for him. 

It did not help that his smile always dropped when you turned your back, and no matter how much effort he put into hiding it, the anguish in his ruby eyes could not be concealed. 

The soft notes of the piano carried gently through the hallway as you descended the stairs. Xanthus played beautifully, despite insisting that he was severely out of practice and had forgotten a lot of techniques over the decades. 

You walked quietly over to the living room, where the grand piano stood in front of the floor-length window. The flames in the open fireplace painted the room in a gentle light, illuminating the sheets Xanthus was reading from. You could not help but admire his form as he sat perched on the piano stool, moving his upper body in tandem with the notes he struck on the keys in Lento. 

The melody switched suddenly from feeling like a gentle but tragic autumn breeze to a grave, hurried expression of despair and fear as the tempo picked up. The playing nearly felt chaotic, and it made your heart ache to see the earnestness with which Xanthus conveyed the heaviness of the piece.

To him, it expressed the disarray of his thoughts and feelings.

He had nearly lost you on the mission. He had put you in danger, even though you always reminded him that you had gone willingly, fully understanding the risk you were taking. It did not matter. When you were separated, he had failed to protect you. He had let you down.

He had broken his promise to you.

It kept him up at night, the memory of the fear he had felt and could sometimes still feel coming from you through the bond; the sound of Audric's smooth voice as he taunted him for his affection, his weakness.

The Agitato concluded as Xanthus struck the notes, making you wince at the burning anger you heard in them. They sounded nearly discordant from the force with which he played them.

No matter how loud he played, the echo of Audric's venomous laugh, the sound of your fearful breaths never left his mind.

As the tempo picked up again, Xanthus continued striking the keys, pouring his heart into the forte fortissimo and adding such melancholy and despair into his playing that pesante did not begin to cover the pain you could hear him express.

Tears gathered in your eyes at only being able to guess at the anguish he was going through because Xanthus simply would not talk to you. Maybe he would, in his own time, but only watching and hearing him suffer through everything alone made your heart break regardless. The notes he played on the piano were the only expression of his grief you had been witness to.

The volume decreased slowly, with a few changes of rhythm. Xanthus sighed as he played Lento, the last notes of the piece carrying through the room like a whisper of defeat.

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” he whispered into the heavy silence stretching across the room, “It’s quite distracting when I try to keep the rhythm.” Xanthus turned around on the stool, the light of the fireplace reflecting in his eyes and painting his face in a warm glow. 

You could see the gravity the gaze levelled at you and came closer, brushing your hand along his cheek in a gentle caress. “You play beautifully,” you told him, bending down to place a tender kiss against his lips. 

Xanthus hummed into the kiss, a small smile appearing on his face as you broke apart. “I have you to be my muse, love,” he said, placing his hand over yours to pepper soft kisses against your palm. 

“It was rather heavy, though.”

“Rachmaninov told a suffocating tale in it, yes,” Xanthus conceded, standing up to guide you to the sofa facing the fireplace. “That doesn’t make it any less of a masterpiece. The tragedy and despair conveyed so candidly— they make it one of the most emotional pieces I have ever played.”

You took hold of his hands, beginning to play with his fingers and rubbing your thumbs against his joints. A pianist's hands ached after playing difficult pieces, you had read somewhere. “You know I’m here if you need me, right?” you asked quietly, looking him in the eyes. 

His gaze softened as he leaned over to kiss you again. “I know, love,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, “Thank you.”

The two of you stayed cuddled together for the rest of the evening, gazing into the flames.

“Why don’t you play Liszt’s Campanella next time?” you teased after a while, raising one of his hands to your lips. 

“Very funny, love.”

If you could pick one character to spend the rest of your life with, who would it b?

I mean obviously you are going to say Alex but if not him 😛🥰

LMAOOOOOO ANON YOU GOT JOKES

This is hard, because I’m really attached to most of these characters! But, if I have to choose, it would most definitely be Xanthus!

From the very beginning he has been a real one. He looked out for us when we were getting stalked by Yandere boy, he was there when Fran was about to put us on a shirt, and he was still there when went on that mission. He took care of us every step of the way, and loves us in all of our entirety.

He never tries to run away from his problems, either. And I think he has the most integrity out of every character of the Sakuverse. He has more than a few skeletons in his closet and makes sure he doesn’t run away from any of them. He doesn’t make excuses for his actions—like when he accidentally killed Audric’s entire family. Even when Dontis was trying to give him an out by saying, “You didn’t know”, or “It was an accident”, he wasn’t taking ANY of that. He made sure to be honest about every kill he’s ever made, and doesn’t forget them because “they’re engraved in him.” He doesn’t whine about how hard life is, or throws a pity party whenever he makes a fatal decision. He simply recognizes the repercussions that will come with the choice he’s going to make, and simply lives with it—and that’s so commendable.

He loves art, (which is amazing, because I’m an artist), and is just a reliable person overall! I do admit, that he can be a bit overboard when it comes to the whole ‘possessive’ aspect of his personality, but compared to him, humans are weak and their lives last as long as mayflies. He is possessive because he wants to make sure that he can spend every last moment with us, and I think that’s beautiful.

If I was ever in a bind, I know he’ll be there for me. :)

And I also know that he’ll look after my kin after I’m gone, too. Which I find even more endearing.

Thanks for the ask! ❤️

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the new xanthus audio oh wow