What Resembles The Grave
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Then the assassin says, "I don't know where to go from here."
At first Corvo thinks one of the Whalers must have snuck into the room, that maybe this is a coded message, that that's why it makes so little sense—but no. It's just him, and the assassin on his knees.
"I don't know how to change this," he adds. It sounds as drained as Corvo feels. "I've tried... everything I could think of. Nothing worked. This is how it always ends."
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i've cursed them with a time loop :)
time folded in over itself! two people folding in around each other! the ravages of grief and memory! the chase! the escape! the inevitable return!
also featuring: the miracle of growing old, one (1) very good dog of no consequence, and a little bit of colonialism
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Some Corvo/Daud fanfiction
Inspired by @caramelkask
Sidenote: It's only hinted that Daud is older than Corvo at one of his notes. So, for the sake of easy storytelling, i made them around the same age.
I imagine Daud being raised by only his mother, and, when he sees a girl who lost her own mother as well, at his hand, Daud tries to compensate, becoming some sort of an adoptive second father for Emily.
Daud it not used to living the life of luxury. At all. In eyes of a man, who was once a homeless, starving boy, a giant rock filled with gold, other valuable metals and woods, is a cold, unfamiliar place.
He is still alert, fast and sleepless as ever. Considering that leader of Whalers still keeps his blade near his bed, gets nervous around royal guards and flinches at evert opportunity, Corvo sees not much change in the assassin.
Even tho he proves time and time again, that even heartless killers are able to change.
Corvo can't bring himself to admit how good it feels to see Daud, sitting at the fireplace, listening patiently, while Emily tells him about her ideas, fantasies about the sea. Monsters, leviathans, giant cargo ships. All of them. Daud rememberes his portion of stories, telling the young empress about his childhood voyages with his mother.
— Daud. I know, that it might be incredibly rude of me to ask you something like this. It seems like a personal question.
— You can ask me and wait, if i answer, my lady.
— Ok, — Emily turns from the fire, blinks with her long lashes and breathes out. — Who where your parents? Everyone has to come from somewhere.
— Well. No one asked me about my heritage since Billy was a teenager. — Daud looks at the fireplace, closes his eyes and tries to remember his mother's face. When he finally succeeds, he huffs and lifts his eyelids. — A long time ago, around the time when your father was born on Karnaka, i was birthed by my mother on a ship. I never stepped on the solid ground until i was three years old.
Daud pauses, like he is trying to refine the blood filled story for a young teenager.
— My mother was a witch. Like Delilah. Like...me, in some ways. — Daud looks at his hand. Emily leads her eyes down to it as well. — Cursed, or blessed, i'm still not sure, by the Outsider himself. She was a smart woman. Kind, yet opinionated, experienced and tough. She taught me many things. Sailing the ship, tying the knots, looking for different ways in the night sky with stars themselves.
Daud breathes as he is preparing himself for the part that still makes him wonder. Did this particular period of his life made him what he is now?
— She vanished when i was ten. A little boy, fighting for his life with rats, bandits and street merchants. I stole, fought. I killed my first human when i was fifteen. An unlucky thug who stood in my way. I disposed of the body, leaving it in the river.
— Do you regret it? — Emily looks at him as if she understands. And she does. She saw time and time again how her father got hurt, had to end someones life for the force of good. She is not an innocent child anymore.
Daud thinks that they have something in common.
— I do. Especially after that fight with your father...I do. If i have not lifted my hand in rage, maybe i could have ended this sooner. Or could have become a better person.
— Or you would have met father sooner. He has a good influence on you, mister Daud.
Emily starts to draw her usual monsters and oceans, when Daud decides to leave Emily to herself and her pencils.
As soon as he opens the door, he slams hiding Corvo against the wall breathing heavily.
— What was that about? — Royal protector tries to get Daud's hands off his chest. The man only holds on tighter.
— That is my question to ask, Attano.
Daud sighs in relief, realising that it's not a threat. He still holds lord protector against the castle interior.
— I certainly do have a good influence on you..although it is not as stong as i would have liked.
— Shut up, Corvo. I'm going to sleep.
Even tho Daud tried to kick Corvo out of his chambers, royal spymaster was finally defeated by charm and sheer stubbornness of Corvo Attano.
He finally let go of his nightmares, surprised by the image of a little girl replacing his usual mind monsters.
Daud awakes to a picture next to his bed, seeing a sea shore, a wide ocean and a ship in the distance, that was covered in black smoke, that usually surrounded the Outsider.
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