hHi Miss Raven!! I wanted to ask about which boys you think are best at being lie dectors? For exmaple if someone lies to them, which boys can catch them in the lie?
To answer this question, I only considered the main 22 NRC students.
Please also note that just because I did not include a character in my response, it doesn’t mean I think they’re terrible at telling when someone is lying or can’t tell when someone is lying; it just means I don’t think they’re as adept at detecting it as others in the cast are.
Anyway, here’s my list (in no particular order other than by dorm):
Trey -- This one’s easy; Trey is like the ONLY person to have noticed that Cater and Rook were lying and/or being evasive about the truth. No one else realized that Cater actually hates sweets or that Rook isn’t comfortable talking about himself to others, but TREY did.
Cater -- This is mainly because if he really wanted to, Cater could hunt down anyone’s information on social media to discredit or to confirm something. You’d be shocked to know how much dirt you can dig up online. Cater is also just very emotionally in-tune with, and socially aware of, others!
Leona -- In Jamil’s School Uniform vignette, Leona notably points out that Jamil’s face doesn’t match his thoughts, and that Jamil’s eyes “always glare”. Leona knew that Jamil was putting up a facade and that he posed a danger to Kalim even when Jamil wasn’t doing anything suspicious. This prince has got good instincts and observation skills on him!
Ruggie -- Honestly, I can see Ruggie learning the common physical tells of a liar (such as avoiding eye contact or having twitchy hands or eyes) so that he can avoid getting scammed himself. After all... it takes a liar to know a liar!!
Azul -- He’s generally a very observant guy, and with information on all of the student body, it’s hard to think that he wouldn’t have a tentacle or two writhing out to grasp for the truth in every matter. Azul tends to notice little things that no one else does, and makes educated guesses based on them. For example, Azul says that he notices that Jamil always scores in the middle in every subject, but to even do such a thing consistently requires a lot of skill in of itself. Thus, Azul suspected that Jamil was purposefully scoring in the middle, and can, in reality, perform much better than that.
Jade -- Shock the Heart aside, Jade is one of the two that deals in Azul’s dirty work, and seems to serve as the main informant of the Octatrio. With all that blackmail knowledge behind him, he can have an extensive understanding of anyone, and thus also understand their habits, beliefs, and what they are likely to lie about.
Jamil -- This one’s mostly because he’s always on high alert and cautious, especially in situations that involve Kalim. Of course Jamil will be suspicious of everyone and vigilant for those who may betray him (and thus betray and/or harm Kalim in the process). Look in a mirror, Jamil--
Vil -- As an A list actor, Vil can tell mediocre acting from the real deal, and this extends to lies. There’s many instances in which Vil expresses a distrust of others because he believes their characters are shady, or that the words they offer are potentially false ones (Azul’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes, Jade’s Dorm Uniform vignettes, all those times when Vil tells Epel he knows Epel cuts loose whenever he thinks the dorm leader isn’t around to watch him, etc).
Rook -- Huntsman. That’s it, just huntsman. If he can tell your height and weight from a single glance, what makes you think he can’t tell when you’re lying to his face? Huntsman.
Ortho -- Ortho’s a robot, and that means his abilities can surpass those of living beings. Being a machine, Ortho can LITERALLY be a lie detector, which reads physical reactions (like sweating, heart rate, etc.) to determine if a subject is lying. Of course, giving off a physical reaction doesn’t ALWAYS mean someone is lying (it could just be the nerves, and some expert liars may not give a reaction at all), but I think it’s totally possible for Idia to equip his little brother with other tools to help him tell lies from truth. Like... what’s stopping Ortho from instantly searching online/on someone’s socials and filtering out relevant information to see if it’s a lie or not? What’s stopping Idia from installing a program specifically for detecting lies? Nothing, really. And maybe Ortho wouldn’t be good at it when he was first created, but I can see him improving at it over time with the more data he collects. That’s how machine learning works; keep feeding it information and the machine gets more accurate with its predictions.
Lilia -- With age comes wisdom. As a long-lived elder fae, Lilia has a ton of life experience under his belt. He can use all of his experience and knowledge to his advantage when determining if someone’s telling the truth or not. It also helps that he has raised a few kids; he’ll be able to sniff out those little white lies kids tell, too!
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i gave you all i had, i did
day 5 : sacrifice ( from @adfaugust )
all he’s ever done, he did it for this family.
tyler’s long been used to hours of work with little reward, underpaid for hard labour and chalking it up to his family name. the world’s out to get him, he’s always known it, has been told so time and time again by the holt matriarch. and he knows better than anyone that sharon wouldn’t lie, has been an honest woman from the day she was born. if she ever was dishonest, it’s cause she had to be, cause she wasn’t given another option. but ma’s honest, gets her way through respect built from her steely and admirable nature. sharon, impossible not to respect with her fingers poised elegantly around a cigarette. lord knows tyler gladly picked up that habit for a few stolen seconds of her company. always wishing blindly to soak up her presence, as if it would somehow cure him of his own inferiority, childishness she frowned upon. he always feels adult standing next to her — ’cept for when he don’t, when he feels like he’s quakin’ in his boots just being near her. tells himself it’s because he loves her, because he can’t stand the thought of her coming to harm. knows that he’s her protector and that’s all he is, and for a holt, that’s a blessing. no higher honour than to be at sharon’s side, making sure their shitheel of a pa don’t try anything.
never strikes him that he might be thinking backwards, that the person he’s afraid of is the very person he loves the most. so wrapped around her finger he can’t see it for what it is, embraced into her perfumed storytelling, lies that sound like the truth, until tyler can’t help but believe in her. she’s his ma, and she needs him, everyone does. shoulders heavy burdens so she don’t have to, under the firm belief that he had a choice, but that no sane man would choose the other option.
what man would leave his ma to suffer all alone? none that are mannerly or polite, none that really care for her. tyler’s signed away his life, all twenty-five years of it thus far and whatever rest of it that cruel fate gives him. quickly revises the thought, since he oughta be grateful for what he has — the opportunity to be there for his ma, for his brothers.
still doesn’t stop the white-hot jealousy from bubbling up in a weary chest when he sees how easily dale and jay are awarded with ma’s attention. don’t know the last time she called him sweetheart — or if she ever has. keeps blindly charging forward, since he knows why dale’s got ma’s heart; no one could hate a face like that or deny him a thing. and jay… as much as he don’t contribute, as much as he ain’t really one of them ( as much as his sensitive nature is rewarded when tyler’s was long stamped outta him, told time and time again that he’s the eldest and real men gotta keep their upper lip stiff ) … sharon’s affectionate towards the golden boy because he reminds her of that sister of hers. that woman who got herself knocked up and imposed herself on her charitable sister, only to wind up dead and leaving her screaming kid behind for sharon to care for like he’s hers.
( and if tyler had to pick up those motherly responsibilities, it’s cause ma obviously couldn’t, not after her own sister had died, and no one could have expected her to be well enough to take care of a kid or her three-year-old and certainly not her seven-year-old little man, the nickname brooke gave him as she pinched a solemn cheek still ringing in his head — )
— but ain’t he the same as brooke, now? running off to save his own skin when dale’s … a sharp pain lancing through his chest, solid evidence of how he’s failed the family. still feels the sting on his cheek when ma told him clear as day — he ain’t got this, he wasn’t responsible enough, never good enough. and selfishly he wonders how long he has to sweat and toil for … her approval, but he’d never say that. sharon don’t give out praise that ain’t earned, and tyler never earned it a day in his life. no matter how hard he worked. no matter how little he slept. no matter how kind he was to his charity case of a cousin.
and he’s doing everything he can, even if ain’t good enough, even if it ain’t perfect. tells himself this is the best he can do for the ones he’s lost — protect himself cause he’s the only one left to protect her. when dale’s gone, pa’s in some hospital after his act of cowardice, and they had to leave jay behind when the cops were too close for comfort. he’s the only one left, and sharon’s safety’s all that matters. they come up with a plan, her and her only child, and there’s an unspoken understanding that passes through ‘em. the knowledge that they’re all they’ve got anymore, that they have to stick together.
it’s everything he wanted. least, he thought it was. until jay shows back up on their doorstep and tyler’s left to stare. a brother back from the dead and the short-lived attention from his ma itching at the back of his ribcage. forced to think horrible thoughts, wondering if it was jay all along who took this from tyler. if sharon’s affections were only doled out to the youngest boys because that love’s finite, and because jay just had to be difficult, ruin things by taking that book and killing dale, the sting of a motherly slap across the cheek still smarting. can’t accept that he wants more than he’s got, so it’s jay’s fault. that festering itch getting worse until it’s damn near unbearable. it’s jay on the doorstep of the cabin and not dale, not his baby brother who sat on his lap and babbled to him in half-formed sentences, who didn’t leave him ( didn’t leave the family, comes the mental correction ) to go galavanting off in the woods.
still, tyler takes first watch. is used to staying up and expects that neither ma nor jay will wake up for a second watch. maybe he’ll catch an hour or two, but he ain’t counting on it. more important that sharon gets her rest, and it’s not like tyler trusts jay to stay up and keep an eye out. not after he found out about brooke, the long-kept secret that shoulda been told to him long ago, so he could understand why he’s gotta make it up to the family more than ever. if anything, he thinks maybe jay’ll try to slink out and talk to him. the lie weighs heavy on his chest, but it’s the most sensible solution. ma needs to go on the motorcycle, and jay can survive out here in the woods. if tyler stayed ( and his chest constricts at the mere thought ) … he’d die. still, even though ma knows that, it’s still his duty to stay back. even with this busted leg, even with his lack of familiarity of the bush of two rock. when jay wasn’t around, the solution was simple. now, it’s staring him right in the eye. his imminent death. the same fate as dale. loving jay, then dying for it.
the door creaks open, and tyler’s heart squeezes in his chest seeing it’s ma. it ain’t rare for her to seek out his company, whether it’s to unload some stresses or just cause he’s smoking at the same time as her, but that weary heart still jumps when she does. hard and clear evidence that he’s doing something right. but that brief hope gets squashed like an insignificant insect as soon as the words leave her mouth. can we talk about this canada thing?
shoulda known she was coming out to ask about it, silently curses himself for not realizing sooner. remembers the other mistake he made, telling jay about his real ma, and braces himself for a scolding that thankfully never comes. sharon’s not a petty woman, and she’s moved onto more pressing matters. wondering why jay can’t have the prized seat next to her on the bike. wondering all that when she’s whip-smart and definitely smart enough to know tyler’d die if he stuck around back here. and it all comes flooding out. a juvenile confession, practically sobbed out. a desperate begging for love he’s always thought he was above. is it so wrong to want to live? is it so wrong to want a shot at life even when it’s long over? all his life, he’s given her ( the family, he hurriedly corrects, because even now, he can’t stop the helpless fawning over her ) everything he has, everything he is. and here he leans against the cabin post, staring up at the consequence bearing over him like a giant. finds himself scared and utterly alone in the face of this insurmountable beast.
he just wants to live. and if that’s gotta mean just surviving from here on out, he wants that. if his fate was never to live his life, he’ll mourn it and bury it alongside dale. clenches his fists and jaw and tries not to let the grief consume him, crush that bad leg before he’s even got a chance to try to keep going. wouldn’t dale have wanted him to live? wouldn’t dale have wanted… and it feels blasphemous to even think, but wouldn’t dale have wanted his happiness? couldn’t sharon have loved him enough to want that for him?
but it can’t be about dale and it certainly can’t be about sharon, so it’s about jay, the boy who got everything tyler wanted just by being. who whines and gets his way, the eternal favourite and the one dale eventually left tyler behind for. but tyler knows he can still win. he’s just gotta convince jay to stay back. and he does. feels that affection he always had for the kid come back full force, all babyish smiles and hints of wisdom he don’t think even jay knows he has. tyler will miss him. he gets that now. wishes blindly and with all his heart that there were three seats on the motorcycle, even if the thought of sharing ma with jay was nauseating just an hour ago.
tyler trudges back to his world, leaving jay to his own. greets sharon with a weary look, disillusioned like he hasn’t been in a long time. no longer is he excited to be the only one left. misses his brothers, both of ‘em, like hell. but at least he’s got ma, his sole purpose for as long as he can remember. something nettles him about that. maybe it’s just that jay taking off didn’t make him feel any better.
that’s what he sticks with until one night at the church turns into two, and then three.
and tyler lays with his cheek pressed against a dilapidated floor and wonders. do we get what we deserve?
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