You know, it will be really interesting that when BH is reunited, they don’t recognize each other as they once thought. Like, this group were split up and went through different series of events. Who knows how long they’re separated (though at the moment it’s only been a few days). Because, along the way, they learn and grow to adapt with their surroundings. I want to see how they navigate through each other again. Learning about their new parts and seeing them with a different light.
“Do you love them for the way you want to see them?“ and/or “Do you love them still even with the parts you didn’t know about and want to relearn them again?”
Team Wildemount have the fucked up ones (no offense to Team Marquet but Team Wildemount have the funny characters). Tbf still, we dont know what’s happening to Team Marquet, so I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt for now. Maybe it’s just me, seeing Team Wildemount have a slightly brighter and warmer tone (especially because mama Deanna and FRIDA being there). Moreover, they saved Uthodurn and santa! People acknowledge them with bright smile and cheers.
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Evergreen AU Prompt
🏴☠️ Orym keeps a sharp eye on Liliana. Mother of his captain she may be, but he doesn't trust her.
It's not that she hired them for a smuggling job. Mostly. Orym's learned in his time on The Hellion that some things need to be smuggled for the good of others. He's also pretty sure Liliana's cargo is not that kind of job. Not with the imperious way she treats anyone not Imogen (and even Imogen is talked down to, though in the manner of a child rather than an inferior person not worth the time). The good kind of smuggling tends to come from worn-down but well-meaning and kindly folk.
No, the main reason Orym doesn't trust her is the way Liliana is trying to force herself into the role of a mother to Imogen without acknowledging her nearly lifelong absence in Imogen's life, or even seeming to notice that Imogen is her own grown woman, not a helpless child.
So when Orym notices Liliana's brow furrow in that same way Imogen's does when she's actively listening to thoughts, as the interloper stands on the deck over the Green Cabin, he heads on over to put an end to that mess in the making.
"She won't appreciate that," Orym says as he draws close, placing himself between her and Dorian at the helm, and crossing his arms over his chest.
"She ain't gonna find out, now, is she?" Liliana retorts with a threatening look in her eye.
Orym can't help but think it's the kind of look befitting of a cutthroat. Dangerous, if you aren't a dangerous fighter yourself. It's not nearly so terrifying, so cowing, as a sharp look from one of his mothers. More proof, really, that Liliana may have birthed Imogen, but she's not much of an actual mother.
"Maybe Imogen isn't as good at this telepath-psychic stuff as you, but I'm pretty sure she can tell when someone's poking at her brain all on her own," Orym evenly replies.
He doesn't mention that Imogen also wears an enchanted circlet under her captain's hat that prevents mental intrusion, so what Liliana's trying won't work anyways. Nor does he mention that the other mind Liliana will find in the cabin could potentially eat her alive. The galaxy depths of Ashton's mind have already nearly taken Imogen and FCG and Prism, and Ashton likes them.
"I'm just tryin' to get to know my daughter," Liliana wheedles.
"Then talk to her," like a normal person, he doesn't say.
And maybe that's just a Thing with psychic telepaths: they'd much rather take unfiltered information straight out of your head than attempt to articulate anything in words or let you consider your answer. Because honestly? Imogen pulls this shit too. If people don't answer her questions, if they're not fast enough to reply, if she feels their answer is lacking details, she dives right in to search for what she wants to know.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but she won't talk to me," Liliana scathingly says.
Right. Because the other problem is that–
"You don't listen to what she's saying. So is it really any surprise she doesn't want to talk to you when you just ignore what she tells you anyways?" Orym pointedly replies.
He watches the woman flinch back, thinks he feels the flutter of another mind brushing his own.
"I do listen," she insists. "Imogen just don't listen to me."
Orym huffs a sigh. Stubborn as her daughter, this one. It's going to take someone better at people than him to straighten this mess out.
🫂 "I can't believe you were living with an earth genasi," Cyrus says as they sit tucked away on Eshteross's airship.
"It's not like I ended up there on purpose," Dorian defends himself. "Ashton helped me out of a tight spot early on, took me in."
"And you didn't leave," Cyrus points out the obvious, brows furrowed.
"Well, I..."
Dorian trails off. It's difficult to describe the deeply buried elemental instincts that sticking around Ashton stirs. Yes, there's that disconnect of Earth and Air that makes his previous living situation so unbelievable to his brother. But there was also a sense of safety in the immensity of the power sleeping in Ashton's veins. Great wings to shelter under from the storm outside, if he's being poetic. A sense of belonging when Ashton checked-in with Dorian, asked him to help them.
"Well, what?" Cyrus impatiently asks as Dorian's silence stretches.
"Well, I– You know how we were taught as kids to sense the strength of another's elemental bloodline?" Dorian asks, completely changing tracks.
"...Yeah?" Cyrus warily answers.
"I don't think I've ever sensed anyone with a bloodline as strong as Ashton's. It's... I don't even really know how to quantify it besides immense. And it's scary. I won't deny that. A bit off-putting too because he's Earth and I'm Air. But also incredibly comforting when you know they're on your side," Dorian explains.
Cyrus gives him a blank look.
"I– It's– Look, I know it was unconventional. I went in thinking I'd take their hospitality for a few days, maybe a week, and be on my way. But it felt like a slightly off-kilter sort of right to be in Ashton's care. Like– like the stories mom would tell, about how the greater Elementals, the greater bloodlines and families of the genasi, are supposed to care for and protect those under them. That's how strong Ashton's bloodline is, strong enough to overcome the divide of elements," Dorian desperately tries to explain.
Cyrus gives his little brother a searching look.
"...Okay. I believe you," he softly says. "But I also think that's kind of terrifying, and it makes me worried for you."
"I'm alright. I promise," Dorian gently murmurs, pulling Cyrus in to press their foreheads together. "Ashton's rough around the edges, but good. I'm just going to miss them."
Cyrus doesn't say that that's what worries him. All genies, all greater Elementals, are collectors. And he's terrified by what may have collected his little brother.
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