thane has been cursed to feel and suppress the negative emotions of others. he takes away their sadness, rage, etc and, in turn, takes those feelings upon himself. this ability's reach is extensive enough to at least blanket his kingdom. with practice, he's managed to dull the effect it has on him as a testament to his mental strength. it takes a lot to muster his response, whether it's pain or sadness. keeping himself from being swept up by the tides of feelings flooding him takes consistent effort. in a sense, he suffers from his curse himself, stripped of his feelings — struggling to discern himself from where others begin. despite knowing the sadness of countless beings, his ability to empathize with them is lacking.
he prefers to avoid violence, given he can feel what its victims do. although far from a pacifist. to make things in line with his vision of the greater good, he'll gladly bear arms and use threats and violence. in the modern day, to match the times, he's much more forgiving. they were a warrior before they were a king and the battlefield was their first home. sometimes, it still calls to him, even if he's denied its previous comfort. he's averse to killing if only because he can find use for people he spares ( and avoid feeling the pains of their demise. )
to those within range of his curse, some things narratively that could occur: a very faint sense of elation, a bit of a fogginess to their thoughts about pressing matters, a struggle to muster up the drive for aggression, the fade of pain from injuries, etc. it's still present, like regarding those feelings through glass, for lack of better words. you know you should be angry, hurt, etc. but connecting with yourself takes a bit more effort.
wrapping himself in silk and velvet——it's his armor. each stitch ten times as much as some can hope to afford. bold, proud, and a beacon of avarice. slender digits flick through another stack of notes, totaling it up——sure——but also just enjoying the sheer amount. there's money in jujutsu &. snatching up every last penny ... that's the way to life! "haha, louis vuitton, too. 'sides, wasn't that curse a wayyyy too annoying? hazard pay! we need more hazard pay!" he insists, although he doubts she'll miss even the smallest shred of scratch these guys had. ah, a woman after his own heart.
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"Is that.. a tear I see?" Crow sharp eyes pin onto the barest scuff on the young man's top. Already, an all too pleased smile starts to bloom as she returns to formatting the invoice. Yet another charge to consider on top of the already hefty fees owed.
not even for a moment does he spare a glance that way. dealing with such a trifle, if anything, bored him. with a wave of his hand, he could've made them forget — sent them on their way with happier memories. hell, slowing time to a crawl tends to work out for him more often than not. plenty of time to piece together a clever story or chart a hasty escape. still, he smiles, an all too knowing one. just because he does things that way doesn't mean others do. so, he cedes to her warning with a loose nod. biting down whatever cleverness surges to flee his lips, it slips free as a sigh.
❛ was hoping coming here would've been the end of it. ❜ sure, he loves a quest as much as the next guy, but sometimes it's nice to rest. carve out a little slice of peace without going so far to attain it. chewing the inside of his cheek ruefully, a hue of distress coats his gaze, although it warms with a tinge of excitement. rambling on 'n on about, well, anything? his favorite. ❛ it's a star. might be a little small, sure, but it's a star some hotshot got the smart idea to turn into a ring. to make the heavens and his fingertips one and the same. ❜ he rolls the band between his fingers, feeling out its etchings and the sting of its warmth.
❛ this baby, though, happened to be forged in a pair. binary stars — ever seen one? they're fun. if you're willing to help, i'm willing to pay. it's important. ❜
𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 in the back, flicking a bit of light down from the overhead to get his attention on the girls in the store. He moves to distract them by flirting, and Io is left to lean over the counter to stare the mage in front of her down, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Can you be careful?" She hisses softly, waving him closer so she can inspect the ring more closely.
Keen though her eyes are, the symbols are tiny, and she'll probably need a magnifier to get a proper look, depending on how old it is. Even so, she shakes her head at the description, because anything with that kind of juice would have immediately been sent to the Vault or offered up to Manon to handle as she saw fit.
"Can't say we've gotten anything like that, but depending what it is, I might be able to hep you track it down."
oh i never talked about it but s//inners is such an amazing movie, man.
she insists——he refuses. it's push and pull. the tug of the waves and the moon 'pon each other where neither truly wins. for a moment, he thinks of his past ... when brandishing his spear would pave the way. when filling these roots with scarlet would make his will absolute. a time when he did not value life nor know their pain. now, however, he does. his curse subjects him to a sense of empathy deeper than mere sensation &. it pains him. a nagging pain only kept at bay with his strength of mind.
he remains obstinate as arms fold behind his back. their gaze sweeps these woods, drinking in the absurdity likely thick within them. it remains him of inodal——his home. a strange place full of secrets and the unknown. maybe a trip back, after this, would soothe the sickness in his heart. one can only hope.
"i answer your question, yet you spurn mine. you wound me deeply, you know?" he clicks his tongue. "i have wandered farther than you can imagine——far from a realm beyond this place. i am far from a human. it's an insult to them to compare them to my ilk. what's the word of this land ... i'm a godling. son of the beast who stalks the higher realms to bathe their eminence in blood." the hunt, the beast: Upione. "not that i expect them to be known here ... peer deeper, seerer. surely there's an answer that will satisfy you among the stars."
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRUST NONE, GIRL.
Like something predacious, does he stalk the area, as if looking for OPPORTUNITY ; she would not offer him such. Perched 'pon high, owlish eyes narrow. She could not discern intent, without further prodding ; but she must be cautious — tread with care.
Each and every signal in his body, the changing pitch of his voice ... all of it, a tell. He does not seem to be an aggressive sort, beyond surface expression ; but it was the calm, that held the most wicked of hearts.
❝ ... My vision is not business of yours, outsider. Are you not far from home ? Far from human settlements ? Do you not know, into which you have wandered ? ❞
The DREADWOOD, was no place for man - let alone a man, who dresses unlike all she's ever seen. Perhaps, his continent is across the GREAT SEA, where even she was left in the dark, in regards to their comings and goings.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ It is not too late, to turn back. ❞
# AMCSSING ——— low activity, highly selective, independent, multi-muse blog for muses from dc comics, marvel comics, original characters and more. features nsft content such as violence, etc. most of the muses here will feature some form of canon divergence and are my own portrayal. penned by dally ( he/they/twenty7 ) minors dni. est. early 2025.
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