#[ ship. ] 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 — ft. alexi mayhew.

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y'all ever think about how alexi was stabbed straight through the abdomen and then used the last of her energy to try to get a message to corvo ( or emily, but it's canonically corvo she was looking for, it's just that it's also canonical that corvo was the one delilah cast in stone ) and found emily, who she urged to get to safety and then hand emily corvo's sword for added safety. like, my girl, you're fucking DYING and all you care about is emily's safety.

please, justice for alexi mayhew, emily's beloved captain.

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@tornsurvivors

Violets for Her

Now HERE’S something I don’t get to do very often! I was asked by an anonymous individual to draw some Dishonored 2 ship art, showing Emily and Alexi putting violets into their coat buttonholes. (Guess what symbolism those flowers have~) I’ve never played the games myself, so I have no personal context for these two characters or their relationship, but I did enjoy their designs!

~COMMISSION DETAILS~ Media Used: Clip Studio Paint Time Taken:  3 hours, 25 minutes Completed on: October 18th, 2018

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the way emily's eyes flick to the door of her office wasn't an uneasiness birthed from jaina herself, but more so the magic. if only because it will absolutely not leave this room. as much as she is a believer of the outsider and even peeled about the abbey of everyman, all magic is not good. especially in the wrong hands. it can not become mainstream and should be continued to be feared in it's most powerful forms. the empress hasn't deserved the title of wise because she is careless, after all. she puts a lot of thought into everything.

in between the show of magic and jaina using the perfect words to appeal to emily's trust, when emily rose from her chair, it was a familiar easiness. like she wasn't regal and instead just talking to a friend. hands rest on her desk, one of which was wrapped securely with a silk wrap.

" alexi failed to mention that. i feel that's the captain in her. she usually relays information to me that's of the most important parts. short, clipped orders that get the job done. " emily's voice was less passive, those words actually filled with admiration.

Fair enough -- considering Jaina struggles with major trust issues these days. Lizzy has become an exception... and so has Alexi. Releasing a quiet sigh, she peeled her admiral jacket off and draped it over the back of the chair across from where Emily sat. "I would place my life in Alexi's hands -- so, despite my qualms with the void itself for personal reasons... I will take her word about you." Leveling her gaze that held a silent determination with the Empress's, she began to roll a sleeve of her loose-fitted white shirt up. "As I will trust that nothing I show you will leave this room."

She raised her arm up to the side, allowing Emily to have a clear view of her exposed right forearm -- where the skin there was marred by a tragic event of her past. She took a moment to steady herself, bracing herself for the inevitable sting of what would feel like a thousand of needles stabbing her muscles; jaw clenching ever so slightly an unique energy permeated the atmosphere around her. Arcane energy glowed brightly in the forms of runes along her forearm. Ordinary eyes changed too, the blue irises melting into a white-hot glow.

"You could say sealing things of other dimensions is sort of my specialty."

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SITTING DOWN DOES HAVE THAT EFFECT ... when the individual is overworked and running on reserves of energy. it's something they both know a little too well. it's less frequent in emily's case lately. she doesn't know if it's the void or just the fact she's tired of being tired. emily's hands reach up, cradling alexi's jaw and pulling the other woman's head forward until their foreheads met halfway. EMILY'S EYES CLOSE.

" — i think you should just drop everything you're doing and have dinner with corvo and i. " a pause, emily's thumbs tracing alexi's jawline where her hands are. " i mean, i just said that like a suggestion, but it's more of an order. "

a playful curl of her lips, of course.

@ofvoidx​ sent in;

it’s just emily, very casually, sitting directly in alexi’s lap.

ABSOLUTELY WASN’T NODDING OFF. Okay… maybe a little. But she was sitting down for once — probably the first time on this awfully hectic day. Of course, exhaustion is going to kick in at full swing now that her body wasn’t moving. [ It thinks it’s time to shut down. ] Her temple’s resting against her fist, elbow propped up on the desk and eyelids drooping. Even as she tried to read the latest report, but the words just become blurry momentarily before everything in her vision goes black. 

When you know you’re in a safe location, you don’t really get startled easily. It was more of a highly pleasant surprise when a comforting weight settles on her lap and rouses her.

“Mmmh.” The tired smile that curls her lips pretty much says she knows who it was. Only one person would sit on her lap without having to ask for permission, because that said permission had been granted a long time ago. She doesn’t open her eyes yet, just exhales softly and moves her other hand – finding it’s rightful spot on the small of Emily’s back with ease. Almost like a dance they’ve been doing for ages. 

“Hey you.” She whispers, cracking an eye open to treat herself to one of the loveliest sights.