#λ::|| the immortal | da!kassandra

[ofspvrta]

i don't want comfortable. i want passion.

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θ::|| @pentaghest

There is something about that answer that just tugs her lips into the biggest smirk. Comfort could be found in other places, in a good drink, a warm bed, or in a poem. Passion set her heart on fire and let her feel like she was truly living for something, something teetering on a dangerous precipice of becoming something more. But for now, for now, she was happy with this passion that the Seeker demanded of her. Whether it was the passion of her sword cutting through the throes of enemies, or a shared passion in the Seeker's bed.

Hands reached out and grabbed her by the cuirass pulling her a little closer as she leaned in, their lips dangerously close. "Good, because I'm not a comfortable person to be around."

[ofspvrta]

Kassandra wondered if having another Cassandra around would make things confusing. She only hoped this Cassandra spelled it the more modern way and not the ancient spelling she used. Not that it would matter when coming up in casual conversation. Meeting the others would be interesting, if not a little overwhelming. This was already the most interaction she's had with people in a while, to go from that to meeting an entire war council and being set up at a camp? How would she even manage it?

"Oh? Maybe we will get along well." She said, hopeful. "I can't imagine someone with the name Cassandra to not have a worthy reputation." It was said in jest but as he described her, she realized there was some truth to it. Seeker Pentaghast sounded fearsome. Either they would get along great or be entirely at odds. Who knew?

"I suppose it must. A mercenary has to get a job somehow, and if that means word of mouth, then so be it." So be it. What had the immortal gotten herself into? Would this put her closely guarded secret at risk? She would have to remain ever vigilant or risk everything to save the only world she has.

"Well, that's reassuring." But the sarcasm couldn't be hidden. Her privacy was more valued than money and if Leliana had any severely pressing questions, Kassandra worried what those might be. She was sticking her neck out far more than she was comfortable with.

Kaaras pressed his lips together as he tried to picture the two side by side. In fact, they did have similarities. Both were fierce fighters, that was for sure. Both had opinions, another thing that was for sure. They also both had tinted skin and dark hair... but they also looked very different, and Kaaras was still learning about both of them. No two people were the exact same, after all, but he did wonder if they would clash because of those stubborn natures.

"Now that you mention it, I can certainly see some similarities," he said. "All good, I promise. She is a fierce warrior, just like you. She served the late Divine. Seeker Pentaghast, Hand of the Divine, you may have heard." She was a religious woman, but Kaaras didn't know if Kassandra was.

"The fact that Leliana sent specifically for me to seek you means that I have a feeling your reputation proceeds you." No, not everyone personally got to meet his war council, but not everyone was sought after from Leliana either.

"I suspect she has questions for you. What those questions are, though... I'm afraid she hasn't let me in on those." Just what did Leliana know about Kassandra that she wasn't willing to share with the rest of them just yet? Either way, Kaaras trusted her judgement.

[ofspvrta]

i like you most with a smile and without clothes.

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θ::|| @pentaghest

Were they getting a bit more careless about sneaking around and trying to keep the entire affair secret? Maybe. But they were in too deep at this point and it was becoming harder and harder to keep away from each other. There were stolen glances, hands brushing against the other subtly. They longed so much just to be in each other's presence and get lost in one another. Kassandra would always tell herself that she could worry about what this really meant later but later kept being pushed back further and further. Maybe one day she wouldn't be able to put it off any longer and she'd face her feelings that she denied so vehemently. But not today. And certainly not with the Seeker saying things like that in her ear as if she was passing on important information.

And most importantly, she couldn't hide the smile that crept onto her features. "You already got the first part out of me..." Amber eyes glanced around the surprisingly quiet hall in Skyhold. "Now you just have to work on the second part."

[ofspvrta]

What was your family like? You have never mentioned them.

θ::|| @pentaghest

That was a question she wasn't sure how to answer. She was forced out of Nevarra as a child for an accident. All she wanted was to save her brother from an unjust fate and then killed a holy man in the process. So she was meant to die too, but she didn't. And she ran. A child. As much as she wanted to return she couldn't. Once it was discovered she had survived she was declared exiled. Leaning forward, she rested her arms on her thighs, her expression distant and solemn.

"I don't have much to say. I hadn't seen them since I was a young girl. My parents were very caring and I had a younger brother, but... I had to leave Nevarra when I was seven." It took so much effort to hide the pain in her voice. "I can't remember much of it."

[ofspvrta]

// Kaaras has a big love for history, learning other cultures and adventures! Although he does enjoy wine, he's also a recovering alcoholic (which is why it's yellow lol), but he's not tempted if his partner drinks or anything like that, he just doesn't like the person or the history that comes with who he was when he drank. His only qualm with death is that he doesn't like necessary death, which is why it's yellow and not green.

And this is why these two get on so well. I knew he wouldn't mark off loves the sea, we've all seen what happens there lol. But he likes birds which is the most important. They are definitely going to get on like a wild fire as this journey continues.

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θ::|| @spearmaiiden has encountered the immortal

"Inquisitor!" The immortal yelled, rushing over after seeing what looked like a pretty hard blow to Aloy. Laying hands on her back, she offered to help the Inquisitor to her feet. "Are you okay?"

[ofspvrta]

How can I ignore someone who makes me so happy?

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θ::|| @pentaghest

A low hum rumbled in her throat at the Divine's words. She had spent the morning at her tent, tending to her blades with linseed oil, the substance darkening the metal as it coated it. Now that she had returned to camp, she had started to go back to maintaining her gear, keeping her armor and blades in good shape, and bringing them to the armorer for repairs that were beyond what she could handle. It was falling back into old habits that felt good, normal. Cassandra standing over her felt more normal too. She smiled as she continued tending to her blade.

"We're being open about it now?" She paused, putting her cloth over the blade as she looked up. "You're pretty hard to ignore, yourself."

[ofspvrta]

θ::|| @seeasunset has encountered the immortal

Dawn cracked over the horizon, shining its light over the Frostback. Most were just starting to wake up but not Kassandra, she had already been up, tending to her sword and armor, oiling the blade to keep it in good shape. Someone new had arrived to the camp a few days ago, and Kassandra had done her best not to be too interested in investigating them. Outside of her time with the Seeker, and occasionally the other members of the Inquisitor's party, she stayed to herself.

She could see him near her tent, tending to something and curiosity nipped at her. His attire seemed much more akin to those who spent their lives at sea. A life she had lived before. Placing her blade back in the scabbard, she approached the elf. "You're a long way from the sea, sailor. What brings you to the Inquisition?"

[ofspvrta]

sender kisses receiver's upper back.

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θ::|| @pentaghest

It was in the privacy of their tent out in the Hinterlands, that they found themselves discarding their armor to settle down for the evening. Even the immortal was ready for rest after the number of templars and apostates they had put down throughout the day. The Hinterlands had been a mess and it took them several trips out here to clean up the mess left by the war between the two factions, but at least here, while Varric was in line to keep watch, the two women were able to let their bones rest and their minds settle. At least, she had thought that was the plan, but she felt her tunic being shifted in the back, the Seeker moving it aside to press kisses against the skin as Kassandra had just finished removing her gauntlets.

Eyes closed against the sensation of sweet kisses against her skin, a sigh leaving her lips. "I thought you'd be exhausted after today..."

[ofspvrta]

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

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θ::|| @pentaghest

Kassandra paused, closing the book she had picked out from Cassandra's bookshelf. That was vividly violent language. Had she done something wrong? Did she pain Cassandra in some way? The way she stared off into the sole candle burning down on the desk, distant to the world around her for a moment. She could feel a dread building in her chest, wondering if she was holding Cassandra back in some way. Perhaps she just didn't understand, she had no frame of reference to. She lived as a human but that felt like such a lie when she barely understood what that meant anymore.

"That is troubling; have I hurt you, love?"

[ofspvrta]

quiet for cass !

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θ::|| @herrage | cassandra

It had been a habit, hadn't it? Sneaking around when they were on the road. There was no safety in private chambers like there was at Haven. Out here it was either their tents or the wilds. A nice little cave provided some shelter from a heavy blanket of rain and as the group had decided to settle in for the night, the two women had decided to venture a little further in to ensure there wouldn't be any surprises. After a few minutes of checking, and finding nothing to worry about, Cassandra had decided to turn back for the tents when the Keeper put a hand on her shoulder and turned her back to face her again.

Putting a finger to her own lips, the Keeper jammed her torch in a crevice in the rocks and pulled the Seeker in for a passionate kiss. Arms holding her close, Kassandra didn't feel like waiting for that night to have a taste of the woman who had opened her heart to love once more. Maybe she was impatient, maybe she didn't care. Practiced hands moved to Cassandra's sides, finding the clasps that kept her armor on. "Shall we?" She whispered against her lips, "We'll have to be quiet this time, can't have the others thinking something is wrong." It would take a concentrated effort for both of them.

[ofspvrta]

"You wonder what?" She asked, glancing at the Inquisitor. This was the most conversation she'd had with someone outside of the Seeker. Kassandra usually kept to herself, tried to keep a low profile, and blend in as one of the other soldiers, but sometimes that was hard. She was stronger than them, far more experienced. It was why she was pulled from scouting and put under Cassandra's command, to begin with. It was why she was at Haven and not stationed in the Hinterlands or on the Sword Coast. Or worse... the Fallow Mire. But the Inquisitor she could honestly be okay with the company of. They were both outcasts, strangers among strangers. Weird. And maybe more than just a little blunt.

"That's the spirit. You just needed a reminder that this isn't impossible." How uncharacteristically cheerful of her. "I can enjoy it for the whole camp. If I fall, it'd be far from the worst tumble I've taken." Far softer a landing than the cliff she was dropped from as a child.

"Don't be what they want. Be what they need." She was certain that would make sense. At this point, she was already down one bottle and should probably slow down. "Nooo, I think one bottle is enough for right now. I can survive a fall off the roof, but I don't want to attempt it."

A soft hum in acknowledgement was made, as she agreed. She lvoed waking up to nature in the mornings, watching the way the world would twist or tun and change. She twisted her fingers along a blade as she pasued for a moment. "I wonder…" Aloy started before going quiet. Maybe she could speak with Hope, see if she knew anyhting of the past. Of the ancient elvhen magic. Spirits knew so much more then anyone in this realm did, though they didn't know everything. Would it hurt to at least ask though? when she was alone she might see if hope knew anything. She had never told anyone about Hope, the only person who knew was Solas. He had a way of sensing these spirits.

"We might be able to figure something out, its what I do," And she would figure it out if needed. A little chuckle left her lips as she nodded. "Well, good thing I'm not drinking it then. Rather not fall off the roof. At least you can enjoy it for the both of us," Aloy said and leaned forward on her elbows.

"They are all good people, even if I'm not exactly what they want," Aloy grinned, as she took a breath and listened to her. "Yeah, just wish i knew what," a soft breath left her lips as she smiled. "but enough of my pouts. Do you need more to drink?"

[ofspvrta]

( speak )     for the sender to whisper something dirty/erotic in the receiver’s ear. (GUESS WHO)

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θ::|| @herrage | cassandra

They had been trekking through the forest for hours with no sign of templar or apostate camps in sight. It was beginning to feel like they had been fed false information, or that the enemy camps had already been abandoned and moved on. The sun was starting to settle behind the mountains and the rest of the party hadn't regrouped yet. The Keeper was starting to wonder if Varrick had suggested that she and the Seeker go one way because he was being cheeky. They stopped in a clearing that looked like a good place to pause for the time being, a perfect place to establish a camp, and yet, there was no sign that anyone had even been there.

As the Keeper glanced around the area, seeing through Ikaros' eyes to get a better aerial view of the surrounding paths and groves, she didn't notice that Cassandra was now before her. Nor did she notice until it was happening, that the Seeker had been pulling her down by the collar of her armor until Kassandra's ear was even with the Seeker's mouth. The hot tickle of her voice upon her ear had the Keeper immediately break her connection with her eagle, eyes widening at the salacious suggestion. The others weren't around, there were no threats in sight for at least a mile. Oh, the Keeper was very receptive to this suggestion, as she leaned back just enough to press a hungry kiss to Cassandra's lips, hands immediately working to undo the fastens of the Seeker's chest plate.

[ofspvrta]

rip. tear a piece of clothing off of my muse's body. (from cassandra, with love)

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θ::|| @herrage

It had been such a long day, fighting off demons and red templars that had infested the region that by the time they returned to Haven, the two of them wanted little more than to wash up and retire to Cassandra's quarters. It had been about a week since Kassandra had been sharing the room with her since Cassandra had made their relationship no longer a secret. It was a move the Keeper still wasn't sure it was the best idea but she had also grown tired of having to hide things all the time. Being around so many people was already exhausting, she didn't need to add more to it.

By the time they had grabbed a meal and cleaned up, the moon had already risen over the mountains. A few candles were all that lit Cassandra's room as the Keeper closed the door behind them. She was nearly certain that the Divine would wish to sleep, having a lot already planned for the next day. But clearly, Cassandra had other things in mind as she turned around, pressing a heated kiss to Kassandra's lips and tearing at her tunic to free her of it as swiftly as possible. There was a moment of pause from sheer surprise from the Keeper, but she quickly fell in line, melting into the kiss and feeling the cool night air on her now exposed skin.

[ofspvrta]

You are so infuriating.

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θ::|| @pentaghest

Ah, she could tell the Divine was saying it in jest, and yet, sometimes she did kind of like that look she got when she was mad. It was more than attractive. The Keeper knew she could be a lot, and she suspected that it was part of what Cassandra loved about her. She broke her regimen, added some chaos to the order, and wasn't part of the Chantry or the Templars, or the Mages. She belonged to no faction, she hardly belonged to the Inquisition, as if leaving in the middle of the night for months hadn't proven that true. And yet she belonged to Cassandra who had her heart completely. The Keeper smiled, standing from the bench and bowing deeply, in a flourish so extravagant an Orlesian would say it was too much.

"You wouldn't have me any other way."

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She's more careful, mindful of where her hand goes when tending to the wound, steadying him with her free hand on his other shoulder, away from any markings on his flesh. She wants to ask, but she knows, more than anyone, the value of a secret. Cleaning the blood from the wound and satisfied that it wouldn't spill over again, she gently presses a cloth to it.

Rummaging through her supplies, she pulls out a thread and needle. "I don't have any healing potions on me, the wound may have to be stitched until we can get back to camp proper. Is that okay?" He already seems irritated enough by what she had to do and the last thing she wants to do is make it worse. They shouldn't have but half a day back to camp. But a lot could happen in that time.

"True, some more than others, I suspect." She looked at his scars for a moment before pursing her lips together. "When I was a little girl, I had an accident. I fell from the top of a very tall mountain, hitting crags and minor precipices along the way down," it wasn't an accident, she was thrown, but he needn't know that. "by the time I hit the bottom, I was a bloodied mess, and by the grace of whatever god saw fit to look after me, I survived. Or perhaps it is because children are far more pliable than adults. It's why my arm and shoulder are all torn up, and my hand." She didn't expect him to tell any tales back, but she figured sharing might help him feel a bit more at ease.

"I understand, I am much the same with some of my own scars." She smiled slightly, "no harm."

His discomfort is more than apparent given the hunched posture he keeps himself in, like he is trying to cover more of himself rather than accept being exposed. There's a startling difference between the shade of his upper half and his neck and face, the latter suffering from months of sun exposure and battle weariness.

"Thank you," he mutters, still apparently miffed, but aware enough that he should not so readily lash out at Kassandra's helping hand. The pain of the gash radiates down his arm and his chest, and he merely wishes for the entire affair to be over.

"Yes, well," Giles starts, then seems to stutter, gathering his thoughts. "... Thank you. I'd assume that every adventurer out there has some modicum of secrecy they'd like to keep, scars involved or not," he continues, trying to make light of the situation. The mage still does not make eye contact with the other woman, instead choosing to fix his gaze on the wall, or the sky, or anything else, really.

He moves a little on the bench to adjust his posture. "They are sensitive. I didn't mean to lash out."