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Would do anything for this man. Anything. Don’t know how he puts up with my shit, but he does. Find myself most comfortable with him, and not wanting anyone else by my side.
A “friend”.
Arguably Emyrs toughest child to mold - a temper, impulsive... a strong want for justice... or maybe just revenge, was present as a child. Disobedient... But perhaps the hardships are what birthed the soldier he is today. Emyr is inwardly proud of how the man behaves in the present and appreciates how he holds himself now.
Caretaker. Not quite a father, just as the others in Emyr's home are not quite siblings. A source of consistent conflict as a child, but grew into an agreeable teen soon enough. Now relatively content with the relationship they have, holds no ill will to the man. Frequently supports him, and takes his advice.
Should he ask to run away, Galliard would not hesitate. Should he ask him to kill a man, he would without batting an eyelash. Should he ask him to stay, then there is nothing nor anyone that would make him move. Belvedere has and always will be the most important person in Galliard’s life.
Dearest friend. If Belvedere's loyalty to the Order was ever able to be challenged, it would be by Galliard. Two sides of the same coin. Knows him better than any other. Hostile toward conversations of Navarro and it's lasting effects on them both, even to Galliard himself.
He's a job, a name on a list waiting to be checked off, but... he's tricky. I don't know how he keeps getting away, maybe I let him? No, I wouldn't, I couldn't. I think he's toying with me, treating this like a game. I guess that's better than him killing me though, he's had plenty of chances. Maybe he's not so bad? I don't know.
Is this what the Order is? What it makes you do? I can't see him as much a' bounty hunter, and still they send him my way. I wonder if they want me to torch him. I wonder why they'd have him, of all people, doin' such rotten work. He's fun to torment, but it gets sad when you really sit and think. I'm sorry, red bird. I've got your back, even if I've got a funny way of showin' it.
I trust you far more than I have trusted anyone else. You've seen my rotten heart and still you stay. I hope I never lose you, Abner.
You’re a rotten thing, ain’t ya? That’s alright. World does that to ya sometimes, makes you rotten. I don’t mind it, you do what you gotta do. You ever need anything, you know I’ve got ya.
I know you look down your nose at what I do. I won't tell you how that weighs on me. Just don't get yourself killed, you are the only family I have.
my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined - but I’ll be nice to ur face cause family or whatever idk just hope you’re happy
Honestly, don't know much about the guy, but hey he takes me along on cool trips. Plus, he's kinda cute if I'm being honest, which is always a bonus.
I cannot put my finger on what it is he has made me feel. I've wronged him, sent him right into the mouths of hungry dogs and, still, I call for his company when the sun sets... Dear oh dear, quite a mess the two of us have fashioned.
I can’t figure out which of us is more fucked. Yeah he’s got me payin’ back a debt that ain’t mine, one so big I won’t be finished with this ‘till I’m dead. And yeah, he’s tryin’ to hurt me, or kill me with these damn near impossible jobs he keeps sending me on. But each time he calls for me, I come back, and that’s pretty fucked when you think about it. I’d kill him if I could, and I’m the only reason I can’t.
I was hired as his doctor when he was young, and I think he helped me more than I did him. The kid has a good heart, empathetic sort, perhaps too much for his own good. But he rarely lets it show. Always got his chin up, always with a soft smile, never would know what trials he has fought through. I’d do anything for him. No questions asked.
Ain’t a whole lot ta’ say. He’s a fuckin’ drunk, got a temper too. Closed me up a few times- a lotta times, actually. .. Means somethin’ to me. Cares and all. I ‘unno.
Showed up on my doorstep with nothin’ to his name and his fuckin’ stomach split wide open. Took him in and cared for him, offered him work. Good kid. You got trouble with him, though, and you got trouble with me.
The first thing I remember of my uncle from my childhood years is that he took no pleasure in being home. He’d rush through the estate as though it burned him each second he stayed, and then he’d be gone. My father hates him, but the few times I’ve spoken to him he’s always been kind. You’d think a man of his accomplishments would be happier, don’t you? Or at least... Less angry. I can’t imagine wishing for war. I hope peace is, some day, less caustic to him.
He was a quiet one. He never cried out, never wished for more than he was given, only watched you with those wide gold eyes of his as if he saw more than he should. I often wondered if he saw my rotten core as his father did. I was never allowed to see the boy for that reason, but he would always find his way to me. He took my hand, once, after I had roared at his father in private. I was a raging bull, but still he walked with me, until I wondered why I had been angry at all. For him, I wish I was not as I am.
Lord Seth has been a good friend to me when I've needed it most. One of the few who have understood my struggle with my adoptive family and the tension within our home. Charismatic as he can be, he's seems disconnected at times...but perhaps that is why we get along as well as we do.
A dear friend, Lady Io. She is one for the books, a pragmatic mind, and a stable shoulder to lean on. I fear I bore her with my laments over my lovers. More than that, though, I fear she is far more troubled than she lets on. Should she ever need my help, she only need say the word.