∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
In another life, Kratos and Forcystus might have had a relationship of mutual respect - or even a kind of friendship. Kratos respects Forcystus even now.
He only hopes the man will choose the right path, because the half-elven hero is a good man and could still be just that - a hero.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
At 1400 hours, I was supposed to meet with the current five Grand Cardinals in order to discuss the running of the human ranches. It should have been the first meeting with the latest one, Forcystus. Initially, I had hoped this man would be reasonable. I had heard tales of his heroism of course, but I was unsure if this person would be a ‘half-elven hero’ in the sense of being particularly violent and ruthless towards humans or if he would prove worthy of the title and open to negotiation.
However, I digress and I do not know how much time I have to spare in this account, nor how much time I shall have for such things in general from this point on. For I did not attend this meeting.
I shall not record my thought processes here. I do not wish them to be discovered. In fact, I do not wish any of this record to be discovered. Perhaps I shall destroy this when I can.
I considered the prospect of attending and found that I could not, or rather, I would not participate in this any longer. Instead, I took advantage of the absence of the cardinals and infiltrated the human ranch run by Kvar.
I am unsure exactly what I intended to do, but it is done. I liberated Kvar’s Angelus Project.
I’ve not much time. I hear that woman stirring. Soon we shall leave.
I shall take her to relative safety, if there exists such a place in this world. After that, I do not know exactly, but I do know this: I shall not continue as I was. I can allow this no longer. I have done these worlds and their people a terrible thing. I cannot atone for it, but I shall not wash my hands of it.
I cannot bring back those killed through my actions. I cannot undo the suffering. But I can ensure it will not continue this way. I will end this age of cruelty, although it shall be the last thing I can do.
ϟ: There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
((To answer it as a question, it’d depend on when. I’d hope it would give them the chance to talk and deal with their past more, hopefully ending on a note of tolerance.
But there would possibly be some accusations, apologies and blunt information along the way.
Kratos would give all food and water he has on his person to Forcystus if necessary to keep him going. It would just be a matter of whether Forcystus would be willing to accept it. He certainly wouldn’t let him leave before it was safe to do so.
I swear this Kratos is a softie.))
Thunder crashed through the rolling coils of clouds above them, wind shrieking against the window Kratos stood before. A strike of lightning illuminated his face as he turned to Forcystus, his hair casting lines across it so that from across the room it might give the appearance of wrinkles and age his face to match his eyes.
“It shows no signs of calming soon. It may be wise for you to attempt to get some rest while you are trapped here.”
He watched the half-elf’s eyes, so very familiar that the distrust he was certain lay there only served to link this man to the countless others he had seen and lost to that awful cause of war. Kratos had not expected trust, did not expect it even now. In fact, there was a large part of him that expected Forcystus to cross the room, vent his anger, suffering, pain, all those things that Kratos’ cowardice had caused.
And yet, he pressed on regardless, the hope for tolerance placing simplicity in his tone.
“I shall keep watch. Should anything develop, you can trust that I will wake you.”