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"Yeah, well, if she sees you holding me like this you're in just as much danger. She'll get the wrong impression."
"And what wrong impression is that?"
That you might not actually hate me? That this might be a case of mutual attraction? That my body will still function so I can have the sort of physical relationship that I'm really fucking wanting right now?
"Julien," Occtis says with quiet deadpan despite the cacophony in his head and the phantom thundering of his heart, "you have your hand around my neck and I'm completely naked. I'm pretty sure that's going to give anyone the wrong impression."
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The obnoxious Tachonis boy kept repeating everything Julien said, and Julien could not fathom why. Regardless, whatever game Occtis was playing was the last irritation he needed on top of a deeply unpleasant day, and the explanation offered was utterly ludicrous. Julien was fluent in both languages used by his house and had no reason to confuse them.
(When Julien's thoughts are clouded by injury/illness, one language comes more readily to his tongue than the other. Unfortunately, not the one he has in common with his companions.)
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"What are you-" Occtis's question was cut off into a startled yelp as Julien bent down and scooped him up. He was right that Occtis basically weighed nothing.
"You are in no fit state to walk," he said in a voice that he hoped would broker no argument from the boy. He just wanted this errand over with.
Occtis, thankfully, kept his mouth shut, just closing his eyes and letting himself be carried down the street and up the front steps into the red brick building. Julien briefly considered putting him down once they were inside, but Occtis already looked to be dozing and he had no faith in his ability to not pass out in the hallway and get beaten and robbed or worse.
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“Julien. Why should I change my name?”
Julien sighs again. The hand stills.
“Well, when I say I have personally rid the world of all Tachonis heirs, I want to be right.”
“My family disowned me,” Occtis replies. Flatly. His family killed him.
“You are still a Tachonis,” Julien retorts, just as matter-of-factly.
This time, Occtis is able to roll over, face to face with Julien. Of all the places he thought he’d end up when Thaisha Lloy had asked for his assistance in Venatus, lying in bed with the notoriously promiscuous Sir Julien Davinos was not one of them. The fact he is here out of choice, and because he wants to be, would have been so far out of believability to be laughable.
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death is just so full (and man so small) by PH03N1X_360
Fandoms: Critical Role: Aramán (Web Series)
28 Oct 2025
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The last thing Julien ever wished to see as he stumbled drunk into the first guestroom door was the Tachonis boy asleep on the bed, laid out beneath the crisp sheets like the corpse he is.
A necromancer of the Famed House Tachonis, huh?
Despite the cold gauntness that clings to the boy, Occtis still looks… harmless. Thaisha had done a fairly good job cleaning him up, but Julien’s eyes catch streaks of blood she missed in his hair. Julien feels a strange sort of impulse to fetch a cloth and wash it out himself, which passes like a wave crashing over the rocks (he has a strange inclination that it will return if he overstays his welcome in this room).
Or: Julien is drunk, grieving, and is (against his will) worried Occtis is cold. Occtis is failing to sleep.