Corvo: Go fetch the Royal Physician. The Empress has successfully dispatched her birthday present, but likely broke her nose in the fight.
Someone who is not paid enough for this: Sorry, you’re gonna have to explain this one.
Imagine, Corvo Attano, still soaking wet and off the boat stamping through the dusty streets of Karnaca leaving a trail of sea water and profanities in his wake, opening the door to the first flower shop he sees, depositing five large silver coins on the counter, “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flow—oh.”
Daud looks back at him from behind the counter, holding a potted orchid like he’s torn between hiding behind it or throwing it like a weapon.
Corvo breathes. Taking a moment to reach up and wiggle sea water out of his ear with his little finger. Daud still hasn’t moved, but eventually he’s puts the orchid down, slowly, like a loaded gun.
My favorite thing about that Dishonored 2 trailer is how Emily looks so preened, so lovely and elegant, like a goddess walking among men. The sharpness of her cheeks and the brightness of her eyes, she looks like a Michelangelo sculpture. I want to kiss her, but I would not dare.
And meanwhile Corvo looks like he just woke up in a trash can.
AND THEN CUTE FAMILY REUNITED AND READY FOR BADASSERY SCENE
HONESTLY I LOVE THIS, when i was thinking about how a marked!jessamine au might work i thought about like –
at the same time as the loyalists are busting corvo out of prison, the outsider resurrects jessamine and gives her his mark. “you’ve been dead six months, my fair lady empress,” he tells her, “do you think you can rebuild what’s been taken from you?”
“yes,” jessamine hisses, because an empress with a stolen throne may not be an empress anymore, but a mother with a stolen child is still a mother, and jessamine’s teeth are bared for her daughter.
and where’s he going to drop her off? not with the loyalists, that would pull the rug right out from under their plans, and while that could be fun, corvo’s already on his way over there and the outsider intends to mark him too.
but oh, what about daud? daud is sick with guilt, fucking wracked with it over jessamine’s murder, right, he would give anything in the world to bring back the empress, “all the coin in the world,” –
so what would he do if she did come back? resurrected straight in the middle of his office, her hand glowing with a familiar deep-water hum.
“you’re going to help me get my daughter back,” she tells him, icy, every towering inch of her as imposing and intimidating as the marble statues erected in her honor.
“anything, your majesty,” he assures her.
they can’t rescue corvo from prison because by the time daud sends a whaler to coldridge, the announcement of his escape has been blared across the city. (jessamine briefly rubs her temple in irritation at the heavy-handed fearmongering of it all, every time the loudspeakers crackle to life. never in her empire.) but jessamine knows corvo can take care of himself, so she turns all attention to emily. find emily. save emily.
jessamine wishes him patience, wishes him safety, but emily comes first before all things.
corvo, her dear, quiet, loyal corvo – will have to wait.
especially when it seems like someone else keeps snatching the information jessamine needs right out from under the whalers daud sends out. someone else is hunting her daughter.
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