#;;Tha thu air falbh chunnaic mi thu a 'dol à sealladh. Is e a h~uile rud a dh 'fhàg an taibhse agadse. [IC]

[coillededhuilean]

“....Hmph.”

Things have quieted down in the damn place at least. Shocking, really, considering the nature of what’s actually happened to Chaldea. Many new faces, more than he’d like--But it means others will focus on them rather than those in the shadows.

[coillededhuilean]

💭

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“–Still not understandin’ all th’fascination wit what I am. Not exactly sunshine an’ rainbows, or a walk in th’park.”

@aeronotch

[coillededhuilean]

💭

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“Never really saw th’point in havin’ more than one Assassin in this damn place, but who ‘m I to judge? As long as he gets th’job done; I ‘spose he’s alright t’have ‘round.”

@gallowking

[coillededhuilean]

💭

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“Hmph. ‘nother Master t’deal with. ‘d like it if they weren’t a pain in me ass, but ‘m not holdin’ me breath fer it.”

@starrymaster

[coillededhuilean]

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“That laugh o’ theirs is too annoyin’ fer words ta ever describe. ‘d buy th’Master a drink th’day I never ‘ave to ‘ear it ‘gain.”

@sanzenxsekai

[coillededhuilean]

>Quietly removes the hood of No Face May King

[coillededhuilean]

❝ Next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. ❞

⚔ ✞ The Mortal Instruments (book series) ✞ ⚔  ||  Accepting

“Don’t flatter yer self, ‘m not into wooin’ th’likes o’ milk-drinkin’ lassies like yer self.”

It comes out as a scoff, his gaze none too amused as the other tends the injury he’d obtained when he grabbed her out of the path of what was most likely a Caster’s spell. The injury stung a little, but it was hardly anything he was unused to. His own poisons hurt far more than this, and admittedly, he’d been miffed to have to stop just to deal with what was a mere scratch. Inhaling slowly, the Assassin shook his head and glanced at her half-liddedly.

“Next time watch yer self, Master. ‘m not here t’babysit.”

@isaidiwouldneverforgiveyou

[coillededhuilean]

@aeronotch

“....”

Well isn’t this an unpleasant surprise to come across. Being summoned as a whole was an altogether dissatisfaction, but to come face to face with a face that he knows all too well, Assassin has to click his tongue irritably.Of course their appearance is etched into his memory, so vividly that it makes the fallen hero’s stomach turn round and round like a watermill. Yes....How could he ever forget it?

The face was none other than his own.

Hood still drawn up, he clicks his tongue disapprovingly a second time before brushing past the Archer without glancing back.

[coillededhuilean]

“I don’t know where you’re going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul?”

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“Hehehe….Hahaha!”

His sides hurt, and his throat burns as the laughter that rings out through the halls of Chaldea brings but a chill to the listeners, rather than mirth. It’s a hollow sort of laugh, an empty and false sound that suited the likes of him. He isn’t the one she wants, who she believes him to be–The altered Servant was but a mere shadow of that glorified title, simply one of the many who’d donned the Lincoln Green and suffered for it.

Finally, the laughter dies down, and his narrowed, golden eyes set themselves upon the woman in a hard glare.

“Don’t ye know th’devil doesn’t have a soul?”

The Assassin’s voice is a cold as ever, with his lips curling into an unmistakable sneer as the Archer speaks. What a goddamn farce, he already knows why it is he who she sets her gaze upon, but it’s all but a case of mistaken identity. That aside, with how wide and innocent her eyes are, so full of wonder and kindness, he’s bitterly reminded of his old self before this role swallowed him whole.

Clicking his tongue, the fallen hero brushes past her without looking back.

Push them away.

You aren’t a hero. You were never a hero. And you’re absolutely not her hero.

“Ye don’t need t’know where ‘m goin’; All ye need t’do is one thing: Stay outta me way, or ‘ll kill ye.”

@wardofnottingham

[coillededhuilean]

❝ Unfortunately we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing. ❞

⚔ ✞ The Mortal Instruments (book series) ✞ ⚔  ||  Accepting

Even with his hood drawn up, one can see the blatant irritation as his lips curl downwards into a sour scowl. See, this was why he kept to himself–Coming out of the shadows always lead to this sort of nonsense and commentary. And of all things, he’s being sassed at by this old man, elderly enough to be his father. 

Ugh.

“Then pray tell what kind o’tea it is, Lancer.”

@durindanna

[coillededhuilean]

"Oi, what are you doing up there?" Man, he knew he was the brooding kind, but this was a bit too much for him. "People keep mistaking me for yea."

“Stayin’ away from all of ye bleatherin’ louts.”

His tone’s as snide as ever, though that last comment has the Assassin snorting. Of all things, he’s being compared to this damn fool. Every time he looks at him, he feels an ungodly amount of hatred, enough that it all but radiated off of the fallen druid whenever those emotions spiraled out of control. How could he not feel such a thing every time he laid eyes upon the Archer?

How he not loathe looking at his own face?

“Not me fault people here are blind. Ye think I like bein’ compared ta yer sorry self?”

@aeronotch