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@creatorsofcolornet event 7: wardrobe ↳SANTIAGO CABRERA as ARAMIS in THE MUSKETEERS

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"You don't understand what they took from me! You don't get it and you never will because you have everything back. I don't get that luxury, Prometheus. I don't get anything!" He took a few angry breaths, as he realized how close he had gotten. Backing away, his gaze met the ground. As he did, his mother's head was resting there, blood pooling below it. He blinked a few times, but it didn't go away. And then he blinked again and it was still there. "They won't take you from me again. They can't. They can't. They...." He kept muttering the words under his breath, unblinking eyes still on the ground. After a few moments, he stopped and then looked up at Prometheus. Then he looked back at the clean floor. "I'm sorry. I...I don't know why I said that."

Pros' jaw locked, his head tilting and eyes narrowing in the typical look of very serious disapproval. But Prospero looked away and the avariel watched him, softening at the troubled look on his face as he explained. "They can't take you without your consent." Though both of them were well aware how wily and creative and infinitely patient the Gods could get, the truth was the demigods weren't without hope of avoiding such a fate. "And I don't know anyone more stubbornly determined than you, mate," he said. A deep breath as Pros paused, pushing down the growing concern from showing on his features as he listened and watched the tiefling.

"Do you have a plan for thwarting the Gods? Have you looked through the possibilities? Have you been scouring opportunities? Because the logic of careful premeditating is what sets you apart from the mad man. I'm not telling you to not be angry, but I'm making sure you're hearing yourself, Prospero. You can't just be saying these things to say them, to rile yourself up."

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"As if you didn't know that already." Maybe he was being dramatic, but he'd always had a flair for that. Prospero was a fan of making a spectacle if he had to hurt someone. This was certainly no different. He had a bone to pick with any god that would listen to him for even a second. It didn't matter which one it was. "You know...I don't think you had to use that tone. Awfully disrespectful. I'll take it up with management at the Pyramid." He paused for a second. "I at least have the address to that place. 1 Pyramid Way. Follow the sound of barking and meowing and you're almost there."

"So dramatic." Though he and just about every other person in this city seemed to have come to the same resolution. Kill the Gods, down with the Gods, as if people hadn't been screaming just that for thousands of years. "These Gods you want to kill, they're in the city then? Do you happen to have their address? It'll certainly make it easier for you to hunt them down." There were Gods everywhere these days, the mortal realm was teeming with them since Elysia's fall, but there were very few that were of any real significance. Even less that had absolutely anything to do with what had happened to Prospero.

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Perhaps it was fitting that they had become friends. As Prospero's eyes fell to the chain around the other's neck, he was reminded of just how he had gotten here. Cursed to live while all those he'd cared about had died. His father. His mother. Even his brother that he had not even gotten to know well enough had been lost to him. All thanks to the gods. Over and over again, they treated him like a punching bag. This time though, they had used him as a weapon. They had taken what was left of him and made it their own. And he was powerless to stop it. Brows furrowed, any amusement that was on his face before now gone.

"I would be lying if I said I haven't been using it." He looked away from Prometheus and to a random spot on the wall. It was bland, but it made everything else seem so loud. "It's like this buzzing in my head that just...sits there. Sometimes I can't even hear my own thoughts. Sometimes I can hear them too loud." His head shook, brows still furrowed. "Then I see her and I'm reminded why I'm here." Anger twisted his features. "These gods took everything from me. I won't let them do it again."

Pros' hand fingered at the chain holding the pendant of memories that he'd decided to wear - a reminder of the pain that had helped re-shape him. It was an absent movement as he tried to school his expression to neutrality and failed, a bit of darkness looming over his face. The memory how Pros had realized he'd been left alone among demigods as a punishment. It had been a worse punishment than the first - to have to live and watch powerlessly while the rest of your loved ones and your kind perished or were taken over. To live alone on his mountain of corpses.

He blinked away the reverie, looking back at Prospero as he recounted and, effectively, proved that he remembered it all. But his friend had said he didn't want to talk about it so Pros would respect that. "You haven't had to use it since, yeah?" It was almost accusatory - the tone - a reminder that the avariel was always willing to be the one to stop or scold the tiefling from using something that would only hurt him. Losing his mind would only make it that much easier for the Gods to do to him exactly what Prospero feared.

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Why did he come here? That was a question he was still trying to figure out the answer to. The flat answer would have been that he was here to settle a score. The gods had come to him while was on vacation which was actually so disrespectful of them. Honestly, they could have at least waited until he was...well, actually, Prospero was always on vacation so there was never a good time. Not that he wanted to be possessed by the gods anyway. The last time he'd seen such a thing, his mother had been killed and he had rained hellfire down on a brother he barely knew. Well, not literally. In actuality, he'd simply boiled the blood of every person in the room. It hadn't been as satisfying as he would've liked, but it had happened nonetheless. Now he was here so many years later and the gods had spit in his face again. "That's a loaded question." A hand rubbed the back of his neck before he shrugged. "The gist of it is that I'm angry. I want these gods dead and I will not accept anything less. I don't care what it takes."

It was evident just by looking at the demigod that her friend had degraded significantly from the last time they had spoken. He'd mentioned once that a drawback to his ability was the impact that it had on his mentale, state, this possession that had come at The End must have been something of a wake up call for him. Where others had flocked to Rome, he had come as the war had ended, though why that was Nettelia could only speculate. Perhaps he was angry, or perhaps he was looking to find a way to subvert his current course, or a means to make sure his body wasn't taken over once again. "Yes I know Prospero, I was being facetious." When divinity wanted something it most often would stop at nothing until they obtained it. "Why did you come here?"

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"Uh huh," was all he said in response as he nodded his head. Prospero really needed to stop doing that or he was going to start looking as crazy as he actually was. At least this witch didn't really seem to care about how the tiefling had been staring into nothing for however long. A short laugh left his mouth at the other's suggestion. "You want me to go to a gloryhole? Oh no, I can't do that. Someone tried to bite my dick off one time. I've still got a burn mark from when I boiled their saliva." He patted the crotch of his pants as the words left his mouth. "I'm never alone." He paused. "But I am this time unfortunately."

"Welcome back to the land of the living." Raffaele had noticed the other more or less just staring off into space, as far as recreational activities went he used to have one that was as long as his arm. "Bathrooms with holes drilled into the stall walls." At least it used to be, "Just stick your dick in and someone else will do the rest." In the past that would have been him, but instead Raffaele gestured towards the bartender for another drink, "I'm guessing you came here alone?"

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"That's one hell of a way of putting it." Prospero couldn't remember the last time he'd used his magic without feeling the effects of it soon after. It always felt like he was a second away from losing what little of his own mind he had left. And that could only be a bad thing for him. The last thing he ever wanted was to become everything his mother had tried to shield him from. That wasn't what this conversation was about though. This woman was here for some reason and he would have liked to know why. Other than the obvious curiosity about his so-called gift. "You're right. I don't." His head tilted. "If you wanted to kill me, you would have already. Unless you like to play with your food before you eat it. I'm fine with that, too," he stated as a corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk. "Prospero. And you?"

"Anything worth having comes with its share of risks." That was the price of all power and the root of the folly with so many of these demigods, they were plagued and burdened by the breadth of what they could do. She wondered what risk hung over this one's head. Evanuris hadn't asked her question yet, not entirely, instead she paced a fair way and took in the surprisingly comfortable setting that the demigod had set in an otherwise dilapidated building. She'd only entered because she'd felt the press of magic coming from within, on the outside the warehouse hadn't been much to look at, but the demigod himself was both handsome and powerful. "You don't seem to take much issue with my intrusion," Evanuris remained standing, at least for now. "but I'd hear your name first, if you care to share it with me."

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random aramis gifs because i'm bored (@cas-kingdom since we're both on a musketeers reminisce)

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The Musketeers (2014-2016) 01x04 - The Good Soldier

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we have a romantic in our midst!

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*whispers* 
He’s so pretty when he’s on his knees.

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I don’t like this. I’ve never been unpopular before. Try trading places with me. But you’re used to it. I’m more the romantic hero type.

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the despair ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 500+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Tiefling ) ABILITIES. Dark Arts + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

When you were only a child, you watched as your father died by your brother’s hand. Your mother, terrified of what would happen to you next, whisked you away, far from your elder sibling’s wrath. What had begun as a small civilization had grown into its own little kingdom, one that your brother wished to rule on his own. So as you grew, your mother protected you from harm, from the spies that were sent to kill you. Your mother would tell you that your brother was no longer himself; that a vengeful god had taken control of his body – that the same would happen to you if they got their hands on you. But as you got older, you grew braver. Revenge sat deep within your heart, and you would act upon it. Your magic was inherently dark; secrets from the inferno rested in your hands. So you fought back. When your time came, you killed your brother, sending the god that had possessed him back into Uthenera and your sibling’s soul free. That form of justice has stayed with you ever since, and as you’ve wandered the world, immortal and unchanging, you see how power tears families apart. They were all much like yours, and you’ve learned that humanity has never truly changed.

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Aramis leaning against things

(Inspired by the comments on this gifset)

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A benefactor. Prospero damn well wished he had one. Maybe that would help him figure out how to fix his own mind. The tiefling had learned a long time ago how to use his ability on his own. He'd had no choice in the matter because he had a vendetta at the time that he wouldn't let go of. Once he'd handled that, it was hard for him to stop. Minor inconveniences felt like major ones and major inconveniences felt astronomical. It was better when he used the fire manipulation. It was less likely to mess with him, but he thought he was perfectly fine really. He was still aware enough for now so he'd take what he could get. Still, that didn't mean there weren't people that weren't going to ask. Including the woman standing before him now. He'd been in a warehouse that he had turned into a home when she showed up. Definitely beautiful which meant he'd give her any answer she wanted. As she pulled the flame from him, he dropped down onto his couch, one arm resting on the back of it as he eyed her. "Not me is correct." His head tilted momentarily, a corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. "You have a question, I'm sure."

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"It's very interesting," Evanuris commented, she'd become somewhat interested in the demigods of the realms as of late. These vessels had proven themselves to be a threat when in the wrong hands, the last thing she wished to see was more of the grating divinity that had walked this world for a time, returning. "your ability, I mean." She'd conjured an ethereal violet flame, it was cold like ice but still felt hot to the touch. The beginning of a curse that Evanuris was manifesting through willpower alone. Mimicry was among the drider's gifts, all it had taken was for their eyes to meet before the daemon held his power in her own hands. Like something catching prey in her sights, Evanuris pressed forward as she closed her hand and extinguished the curse before it began. "Most require a benefactor for such things, but not you." Necromancers had their God, the drow had theirs, even the witches of this realm had theirs.