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Record of the 10309th Child
Your name is Orthrus.
OOC: These are the memories of Orthrus' life that one will see upon holding his crystal core (which previously appeared to be just an earring). The closer to his death the more you see, but as days go on it will become harder, until eventually only the moment of death can be see from an outsider.
These memories are more feeling than visual. Only a few visual details really show themselves, and only a few names stand out based on most importance. More details are locked within and not for outsiders to see. Characters may see the image of people they care about in the place of the people in Orthrus' memories, their own friends, family and lovers. The crystal will contain a little bit of warmth at first, like the last embers of a fireplace, but will eventually become stone cold.
These are split into comments/segments for easier reading. The last memory is the one most relevant to evidence. The later half explains what happened to Orthrus between Ars Arcana and We Could Be and the reason for his coughing fits and tar. Everything else is flavor/for fun. Again only the people who touch it directly will see everything ICly.
Please be warned that all of the warnings from Orthrus opt out post apply to this. Primarily these are abuse with some mentions of events involving child death and attempted genocide. Orthrus also suffered a traumatic event involving non-consensual mindfuckery, the aftermath of which left him depressed and dealing with intrusive thoughts and suicide ideation. This specific event will have individual warnings in the comment header.
A direct link to the murder memory for quick access.
Comment where Orthrus' time between Ars Arcana and WCB begins
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Your love is returned. As is Orpheus'. The arrangement of your relationship is a little unconventional but you're all fine with this. Fine sharing your beloved with your best friend and seeing both of them just as happy together as they are with you. But that isn't the only thing.
Odysseus takes up the sword. She wants to get stronger and your friends train her. When you try to train with her, tell her every good sword needs a shield... she merely shakes her head.
"No. You've protected me long enough. It's my turn to protect you."
She insists on this over and over, even as she holds you at night, holds you when you try to be strong and hold back the tears that come when you're in your thoughts, your grief, for too long. She holds you and assures you:
"You can be vulnerable around me, it's okay. You don't have to always be so strong... I've got this.
I'll protect you no matter what, so please... trust me."
It's a weird sensation but you give in. You let yourself be the protected for once. You let yourself be the prince protected by the knight. You let yourself be weak. You let your guard down.
"Ody... when this is all over... will you marry me?"
...
"Yes. I will."