Zenos yae Galvus (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
betweentheseconds) wrote2019-10-16 06:26 pm
betweentheseconds) wrote2019-10-16 06:26 pm
Open RP Post
Or: Come here if you, too, want to be destroyed by Zenos, either literally or metaphorically
(Not necessarily NSFW... but potentially. CW: This Guy.)
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This was insanity. She knew it better than anyone else, to meet up with him like this; he left nothing but destruction in his wake, and yet each time they had met, he kept letting her go. It was by his hand that she remained standing, his hand that let her struggle to grow stronger, to meet his might. It was clear to Lucia that the authority of the crown prince held no appeal to the Garlean, that he was only fueled by his own self-interest and pleasure... A pleasure he only seemed to find in battle. It was the only reason why he had left her alive: for his entertainment.
And yet, during their last battle, as both the Garlean and the Resistance clashed, gearing up for the final confrontation, he had leaned close and whispered of her past that no one else could know of. That he wished to speak further in private, at this certain location. The implied threat that he could make public of what he knew...
There was no way Lucia could let her friends find out. That she had been hiding this from them all this time, their anger or betrayal, or worse, pity... They could never find out. And so she had slipped out of the camp, teleporting to a nearby aetheryte to hide her trail before making her way to the designated spot where she waited.
Lucia didn't have long to wait. The armor that Zenos wore was definitely not made for stealth - but then again, the Garlean prince really had no need to sneak up on anybody, did he? Not that she had any room to talk, wearing the bright white robes of a White Mage that made her stand out in this dark desert. But she had wanted something that kept her covered, something that hid her body, and these seemed like option. ]
You came here alone, right?
[ The viera's words were guarded and wary as she glared at him, her arms crossed over her chest, obviously not here to make friends. But there was also a shifting uneasiness that she wasn't quite able to hide, a restless nervousness running under her edge. How much does he know? How did he find out? How did he realize that was me? And what does he want--? ]
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And so he finds her standing there, a beacon in the darkness, and he smiles to himself. His steps towards her are purposeful but unhurried, armor rattling softly. He had not doubted for a moment that she would be there, but it still... stirs something within him, to see Lucia there, displeased and distressed in equal measure.]
Of course. And you, as well?
[He is not asking the question particularly seriously, and he gives a look to the left, then to the right. No, no, not a sign of another soul. Just the two of them out in the darkness, the tension so palpable it could be cut with a blade. Slowly, Zenos turns his head and returns his gaze to her.]
You fascinate me, Warrior of Light. Such strength. Such determination. How far you've come!
[He smiles, and it is an unpleasant, worrisome thing to behold.]
So, so much farther than anyone would dare guess.
[It is an opening blow in the fight that this conversation will no doubt be, sharp but simple enough to parry. He would see how she handles it, watch her intently for even the smallest of reactions.]
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It takes all of her strength to not bristle at his words, going utterly and completely still - unflinching, unmoving, appearing completely calm and unperturbed even as she desperately smothers the panic spiking in her. He couldn't be talking about what she thinks he is, is he? How much does he actually know?
The Viera stays silent, her gaze never flinching from Zenos even as the memories she'd tried to force herself to forget come bubbling back to the surface. As much as she tried to ignore it, there's no denying the similarities between him and his great-grandfather, and the unsettling urge to return to old habits.
To her old self.
But she'd left that "self" behind in that place. The only person who would had mourned her disappearance - if he actually truly cared about her, which Lucia was never really sure about - was dead. There should be no one left to remember her - who she was.
And yet here was Zenos, luring her out here alone with the hint that he was aware of a past that not even the scions knew about, suggestion that he knew what she was. There was an uncomfortable sensation that he saw beyond identity of the hero of Eorzea, as if he was peeling back the layers hidden her past.
The silence stretches on, before she finally replies, not even batting an eye. ]
Oh? But isn't this how every grand story goes, with the hero rising beyond their humble beginnings?
[ He can't have known. Even back then she'd understood that her mere existence in that place ran against everything the Garleans had stood for; the only reason she was barely tolerated was due to the whims of a single man. Her very existence had been a secret none outside of the palace she lived in - or, more accurately, caged in - knew of.
There's no way he would know her. Remember her. They'd done their best to forget her even as she still lived among them. ]
Although I must confess, I'm afraid any tales you've heard of my adventures have been greatly exaggerated.
[ A little casual toss of her head, as if she's completely unperturbed, that she has no idea of what he's hinting at. Would he believe her...? He can't suspect that she's terrified of how close he is to unveiling her past, when she thought she'd finally escaped it.
His own grandson hadn't even recognized her. How could his great-grandson know...? ]