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Planet of Love Day 12: Philos
His Hands as Gloves | Swordman Teacher x MC | Bonus Prompt: Actor | MDNI
I am truly alone. Even as queen, I am nothing but a fool. The only one who walks besides me now is my teacher. He has been a great advisor. Now my mind tricks me to see him as my lost love, Xavier. He places himself in that role for me to ease my suffering.
CW: Age gap, coercion, angst, projection sex, dubcon
Every single day, it was a new person. Royal or simple citizen. They begged me to do something about this dying planet. Their family member going missing. There was nothing I could do…nothing at al!. Even my attempts at giving hope were met with hate and disdain. Leaving the castle was basically impossible.
I was just supposed to wait. And he was supposed to be back already. My teacher was now a very trusted advisor of mine. He had always given the best advice, ever since I was younger. Sometimes, he would give me a hint and I’d figure out the solution on my own. It had been a long time since I was able to find any answers, though.
“My queen,” He said after I once again had no answers for anybody and closed the daily meetings early.
I didn’t reply. Instead, I rushed out of the room to make sure none of my subjects could see me crying. They’d overthrow me in a heartbeat if they saw me hesitate or thought me soft hearted. My strength would be turned into a weakness before I even saw the next sunrise. Would there even be another sunrise?
[[MORE]]My teacher had seemingly chased after me, “My queen! Y/N!”
“What?” I said sharply, finally stopping to snap at him.
“You’re more tense than usual today. Is something the matter?” He asked.
I scoffed and continued walking to my quarters, “Everything! Everything is wrong. Everything is broken. My people are suffering! They’re scared, and I cannot quell their fears.”
He looked to the ground then back at me, lingering in my doorway, “I mean, more than usual. You’ve yet to make your choice about the Journey, and your decisions are often quick.”
“It’s been 200 years to the day.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. “Xavier left us two centuries ago, and there is no sign of his return. So apologies if I don’t seem like myself today. I’m unsure of who that is without him.”
He looked to be in deep thought, “You’re still waiting for him. Is that why you hesitate to take the Journey?”
I nodded, “I should be here when he returns.”
My teacher exhaled and shook his head. He didn’t say what he should’ve. The gray haired man made no attempt to fight against my delusions of reconciliation. I inspected the man. If Xavier and I had gotten the chance to grow old together, would his hair have faded by now or would it glow a bright white? Perhaps certain strands would stand out. The men even shared the same blue eyes.
“Xavier…” His name left my lips.
“Your highness, is there something you See?” My teacher asked.
I wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the light, my frazzled brain, or the truth. He looked just like my lover would have had he stayed.
“Can you pretend to be Xavier?” I asked a foolish question. “I need him more than ever, and you’re the only thing I have left of him.”
I closed the distance between us and held his blushing face.
“M-my queen, I wouldn’t da–” He began to deny me.
“Please?” I said, a lifetime of sorrow in a single word.
The old man sighed, “If this is what you truly want, I can wear his skin…over mine. His hands as gloves. His portrait is mine to transform into. It can be you and him, me, immortalized.”
It felt as if he was quoting a long dead poet with an immortal legacy. I let myself sink into the fantasy.
“Xavier?”
“Yes, my Star?” He asked.
“We haven’t had the chance to try for an heir in such a long time. I think tonight would be the perfect opportunity to…enjoy the process.” I said.
Behind a sparkling visage, an old man thought about running away. Instead, he took both my hands.
He squeezed them tightly, “I understand, Star. But must we wait for tonight? We can just draw the curtains and then…”
“I have things to do.” I said.
“And so do I. You.” Xavier replied with his gentlest voice. “You can’t save the world, but we can cherish the moments we have left.”
He pulled me close to his chest, and I swear the smell of wavyleaf sea lavender enveloped me. He was Xavier. After all this time, he returned to me. My love took me to my…our bedchambers.
I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it.
He undressed me as he kissed me. Carefully. Lovingly. He had to relearn my body as time took away memories that never were. Moments that could’ve been. But he was here now. Right in front of me. Holding me. Loving me again.
My royal arms around my teacher’s neck. Fruit too ripe to eat.
But we were older. We couldn’t do what we used to, so he had me lay down with my back on an overpriced duvet. I felt him enter me and ignored how wrong it felt. It was Xavier. It had to be Xavier. It had to be him or else I’d unravel. And I didn’t know if I’d be able to put myself back together.
I think of lovers as trees… growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light.
“My queen, I love you. I am sorry I’ve made you wait so long.” He said what she wanted to hear. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Xavier. I’m just glad you’re back. Don’t make me wait this long again.” I began to cry.
Not one part of me was sure if it was because I knew it was a lie or because I wished it was the truth? Maybe some odd mix of both all in the arms of delusion. The two spent hours in the lie. Until she was too tired to continue. Too exhausted to cry.
The aging man left the bed when he thought his queen was sleeping and redressed himself. It wouldn’t be wise to be caught in such a situation. Besides, the ruse had gone on long enough. He walked towards a secret door behind a large mirror.
“Before you go.” Y/N began.
His hand froze.
“Thank you. I won’t ask for you to do that again. I’ll make the Journey, but we shall talk about that tomorrow.” She shifted and hugged the blanket tighter.
“Then, I shall see you tomorrow.” The teacher replied and left.
He wasn’t coming back. Xavier…whereever he was, wasn’t here. Waiting for him was useless. She just missed him so much. All she could do was make sure that was a planet waiting for him when he did someday return.
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A/N: I do not know the teacher’s name. I couldn’t find it anywhere, so if you know it please let me know and I’ll update this fic. (with proof)
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Hawkeye Legends: Swordsman
Jacques Duquesne first appeared in 1965 as a swordsman from the same circus as Hawkeye, who tried to steal from the circus only to be caught by young Clint. He has since been a central antagonist of Hawkeye and once attempted to join the Avengers as a saboteur only to end up saving them from the sabotage.
In an adaptation, I would like for Jacques to be a central antagonist of a Hawkeye series or at least for one movie, probably featuring his more gray morality in the climax. As for casting, Tony Dalton could return. Someone like Jean Dujardin would fit well as well.
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the most seasoned swordsmen inscribe offensive messages on their bodies to distract the opponent
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This is such an endearing performance by the almighty force that is Night Tapes.. Something about the way she moves and sings, I genuinely shed tears watching her. Splendidly captivating all throughout.
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Aloisio
I redid an old reference pic for Aloisio. His colors may be a bit festive but that’s more of a coincidence, since he’s really supposed to have a ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’ vibe. (Although, a sheep would probably be fiercer than him.)