can't believe a show based on a videogame (usually games adaptations are notoriously bad, which isn't the case here tho) gave me the beauty and the beast/twisted mirrors/enemies to traveling companions/ruthless antihero+optmistic but still badass heroine who takes none of his shit/age gap but make it sexy dynamic of my dreams. as much as i love maximus and i think he deserves the best writing ever because 1. he's a clever deconstruction of the aspiring Knight bro who's actually a bit of a loser and, as much as lucy, sees the world in black&white at first and then doesn't get what he thought he wanted but what he needs (or at least i hope he'll eventually get it), and 2. he's a cutie and i want an epic love story for him too, it's very funny how they tried to give us a puppy kind of romance and the tumblr girlies still fixated on the "toxic ~she bites his finger off and he cuts hers off and sews it on his hand in what we'll pretend it's a symbolic marriage rings exchange or whatever~ asshole who used to be a nice guy/good girl™ with a lot of spunk and hidden anger but unshakeable morals" kind of relationship.
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I'm a sucker for a wing!au, and now I can't stop thinking about Farah and her having wings that look so much like her fathers.
Farah, who has no pictures or videos of her parents, and who's wings are the closest thing she has of them.
Farah, who catches herself staring at herself in the mirror. Wondering if the broad shape of her wings are the same as fathers. Or how similar the soft brown of her wings were to his, and wondering if her father ever wondered the same thing.
Farah, who's grief seems never ending when she catches Hadir staring at her wings with the same expression she often finds when he thinks about their parents.
Farah, who's so very particular about her grooming habits because she feels as if her wings are nothing but a living alter.
Farah, who's wings seem almost untouchable even to herself. Who only lets Hadir arrange her feathers while they ignore the silence that's beginning to grow between them.
Alex, who sees her hesitation and recognizes her grief, but admires her wings from afar. They remind him of the sunset.
Farah, who's wings begin to represent her state of mind when Hadir dies. Holding in a sob at how utterly gentle Alex is the first time he grooms her wings. It takes him hours to get them resemble how they looked before, but the silence between them is comfortable yet distinct. Alex, smiling when she quietly asks if she can return the favor.
Farah, who's never seen her wings as being *hers*. Always as a living testament to the life she could have had. A living memory to the father who's love seemed to bright that it cast a shadow on her life the day he died.
Farah, who wakes up one day and sees all of the hard won cuts and scars along her wings and finally feels like she can breathe.
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