♡ ♡ (Lorien)

Here is a short list of questions to Lorien, the antagonist of my story “Paracosm”.

questions will be answered through roleplay!

[Static sounds]

Affection:How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

“Hmm,” he thought aloud, “I’m a sucker for holding hands and warm hugs, I’d even rest my head on her lap or shoulder.”

He turns to look at Y/N, who is standing far away.

“But if she doesn’t want me to touch her,” his voice became quiet, a low hushed whisper with a somber tone, “She’ll make me force my hand, not to worry, I’m not fond of hurting her.”

Blood:How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

“Messy, huh?” his gaze shifts elsewhere, “Blood is not my thing, I’m not a quarrelsome one. Although, one can be messy with wordy assaults. Ooh, now that’s my ground.”

He smiles tenderly.

“Luckily my opponents are limited and of poor quality,” he sighs, somewhat wearily, “However, it’s a little easier to convince her that I’m her best option.”

Cruelty:How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

“Abducted is not the word I would use,” he immediately cut in, “But after…that, she would get all the attention she deserves.”

His hand stroked the hair of the sleeping girl in his lap.

“She didn’t have the life she wanted,” he whispered, his fingers daintily combing through the locks, “She wasn’t always happy, she wasn’t always at peace. I’ll give her all that and more.”

His gaze lifts from the young woman, returning to the front.

“I think I sometimes mock the world she knew, but of her, I do not mock,” it was hard to read his expression, but his undertone was plausible.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

“Well, without her consent it sounds a little harsh,” he laughs softly so as not to wake her up, “She often doesn’t want to listen to me, although it’s easy to persuade her. She thinks she makes the decisions alone, I’d say she has a bit too much of my…meddling.”

“So no, I don’t force her into anything,” a threatening whisper he gave at the end.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

“All of it,” he replied quickly, without much thought.

“There’s nothing I don’t-” he seems to remember something, as he pauses in his words, “There’s not much I don’t reveal to her, I reveal to her only what is necessary.”

At the second question, he becomes more thoughtful. It takes him a few minutes to answer.

“If vulnerable to you is letting my guard down and accidentally leaving loose ends,” his voice sounded hesitant, “Then yes, sometimes I am vulnerable with her. That then costs me a lot of sacrifices I made, I despise it.”

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

“Isn’t she a cute little thing?” he asked, the girl in question not to be found nearby, “She’ll try, I’m sure of that. She’s smart, no doubt about it. I’ve caught her hiding things.”

He looked around trying to make sure she wasn’t close enough.

“And if she tries anything, I wouldn’t be surprised,” he rested his chin on both hands, “Of course, I don’t want her to, you know how hard it was to get her here? Although I see it coming, I’m not happy about that at all.”

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

“I do like games,” he chimed in eagerly, “Only if I know the rules, obviously. I don’t like not being in control.”

“What I feel for Y/N is not a game, I don’t want her to believe that,” his hands clenched into fists, “The game lies entirely in when she’ll realize…everything.”

He was silent for a moment, static faintly beginning to ring.

“Hm? sorry, I got distracted for a moment,” he waved his hands in front of his face trying to get back to the conversation, “Oh~ Such a question. It would undoubtedly be very entertaining to see her try to run away, but I hope she can rest assured that I’m not one to lose easily.”

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

“Huh, that one I can’t answer,” he said honestly, “Let me read the script.”

(Fourth wall break? fourth wall break? fourth wall break?)

He picked up a script and began skimming rapidly.

“Aha,” he nodded slowly as he read, “Oh.”

He closed the binder.

“Yeah, no, poor thing.”

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

“Oh~ I thought this question would never come~” he clapped his hands excitedly, “Oh, this may be long and- You know what? I’ll sum it up for you.”

“Well, first of all, I want to win her affection. It looks easy, from what I’ve studied through books and movies,” he admitted, “I mean, I think I know what her ideal type of man is, and that’s already a big step forward.”

“Second, I want her to never stray from me, I see us getting very close in the near future~” he smiled but there was something else there, “Many times I sat and pondered the idea of…children, eugh, sorry but I’m repulsed by those little creatures. I don’twant them.”

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

“Jealous? What is that” he asked, “Is it a disease? Is it contagious? Why would I lose my temper when I’m sick?”

“Lorien,” approaches the young woman, “That’s an emotion.”

“Oh,” he beckons the girl closer, “Tell me more.”

Y/N then whispers things to him.

“I get it…” he took in all the information, “Thank you, darling.”

“No, I don’t think I’m jealous,” he shifted his gaze back, “Yet.”

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

“Isn’t it obvious?” he sighed sweetly, “She’s everything to me, so I’m as gentle as I can be.”

Again, he made sure she wasn’t around. Leaning toward the camera, he whispered.

“Although she can sometimes, heh…get on my nerves with a lot of questions and-” he took a deep breath, “There are times when I can lose my temper, but I don’t mistreat her! I just…prefer to keep quiet or be short on answers.”

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

“Considering her life back in…” he realizes he is giving a lot of information so he starts coughing to rearrange his words, “I think the best way is to make her feel at home, although, of course she is at home.”

At that he laughs a little, as something strikes him as comical. However, he says nothing.

“Also…give her things that will surprise her,” he said thinking about his future options, “ In short, I think being attentive to her and impressing her each time.”

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

“I think with mine I was colder, but they were all like that,” he rolled his eyes, “Nothing personal, but they didn’t deserve to be around me.”

Noises are heard in the bathroom, a shower, and then soft humming.

“With her, I found out I don’t have to be cold all the time,” he smiled, “I think my colors change. With her I’m different, I feel different.”

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

“Even though I don’t want to,” he sighs mournfully, “I lock her in the house or in some room. I wait for her to finish her tantrum and yelling, then I let her out with a warning.”

At that, he crosses his arms over his chest.

“I think if that gets worse, I’ll be forced to make harsherpunishments,” he sighed wearily, “Why can’t she understand that what I do, I do out of love?”

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

“Well, let’s see,” he said counting on his fingers, “No going out, no running away from me, no going places without me, no thinking about running away, no doing things on her own, no avoiding my love, no-”

He stopped.

“N҉o҉ ҉h҉a҉v҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉s҉e҉c҉r҉e҉t҉ ҉t҉h҉o҉u҉g҉h҉t҉s҉-”

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

“As patient as I can be,” he sighed in exhaustion, “It’s just, she’s ever so curious! It’s difficult getting things done, you know what I mean?”

One hand pushed his hair back, trying to stay calm.

“She’s always asking questions, going places she shouldn’t, o҉b҉s҉e҉r҉v҉i҉n҉g҉,” he noted all, his voice distorting in the process, “If onetries to keep up a lie, it’s hard to do so when another is looking for the truth.”

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

“…” he said nothing initially, thinking about such scenarios. What would happen if she succeeds? What if she escapes? Or worse…dies?

“She…” he began, inhaling deeply, “If Y/N manages to leave, I wouldn’t be able to forget her. I mean, she’s all I know, she’s all I want. And I never give up. I’d look for her again, bring her back, and do it ALLover again. Everything.”

He gave another pause, exhaling everything in his lungs.

“If she dies…I wouldn’t forgive myself, and that also means ˙ɹǝɥʇıǝ ǝsɹǝʌıun ǝɥʇ ǝʌıɓɹoɟ ʇ,uplnoʍ I”

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

“Funny question,” he chuckled, “No and no. ”

He hears a door open and close, Y/N seems to have stepped out into the garden.

“I don’t feel guilty, not at all,” his gaze was piercing, “And I’ll never let her leave. I don’t want her to leave. Now I’m letting her out into the yard only because I’m answering these questions ǝɯ ɹɐǝɥ oʇ ɹǝɥ ʇuɐʍ ʇ,uop I puɐ, otherwise I wouldn’t let her out.”

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

“No one I’ve ever known is like this,” he thought for a moment, “Nothing I experienced in life taught me this… mindset. I think just looking for companionship and finding it in her was enough to bring out this side of me…I can’t really explain it.”

He leaned back, resting his back against the couch mattress. Lifting his gaze upward, he said.

“I just know I love her.”

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

“When Y/N cries, it makes me want to hug her tight and kiss the tears away,” he put his hand on his chin, “When she screams, it makes me want to lock her up until she realizes that’s wrong.”

He sighed, thinking it best not to be upset about the times she yelled at him.

“Um…when she locks herself up or pulls away from me, it makes me want to spy on her,” he said in realization that that’s what he wants to do, “So I could know why without asking her.”

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

“Uh…classic what?” he asks, confused by the term.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he indicates after a few seconds of thought, “But I hope I’m…different.”

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

“None, of course,” he indicated seriously, “No matter what she says or does.”

He hummed, his voice deep and thoughtful.

“I think the only thing she might take advantage of is when…I get careless,” he confessed, “There are times when I have things to attend to and, well, I leave her alone for a few moments. Ugh, we’ve had a few…incidentsalready. I don’t blame her, but rather myself for not seeing it coming.”

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

“I don’t want her to suffer,” he objected, “But there are times when, as I mentioned before, sheforcesmyhand and what else can I do?”

His fingers began to rhythmically tap his right leg.

“I don’t want her to hate me,” her voice sounded so sincere, “She’s incomparable, it’s just that sometimes it’s too much for both of us and-”

He inhaled again, releasing the air as slowly as he could.

“I don’t want to ground her, but sometimes I have to.”

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

“She’s delicate,” he expresses, “Weak, if you will.”

He places both hands together in his lap, cocking his head to one side.

“Obviously all my worship centers on her as if she were a divine being, and regardless of her not being divine to the universe,” he pauses, “Y/N is divine to me.”

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

“Boy, was that a good question,” he laughs a little, “I have, uh, rather we have a lot of time to ourselves. So I’ll try to be as patient with her as possible, after all, she must feel comfortable with me.”

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

“Heavens, no!” he almost got up from the couch, “Never! I don’t even want to think about it!”

He stood up nonetheless, pacing the room.

“If she stops being her, oh…” he brought both hands to his face, “I don’t want to lose her, that’s why I’m as gentle as I can be. She is such a delicate being, physically and mentally. Why would anyone destroy the essence of the one they adore?”