#τ::|| dishonored/ac

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Not a day goes by when Kassandra isn't infinitely grateful to have met Emily. And that the woman had given her a chance to talk instead of attacking the strange outsider right away. They complimented each other in so many ways, in their light, and in their darkness. Undying and able to have all the time in the world to live the lives they had so long been denied. Sure, they kept up some of their duties and had to keep the world safe, after all, but anything else was just them enjoying each other's company.

The Keeper may never fully understand the Void, no matter how often Emily explains it. Mostly, why it affects her so negatively when in its rawest form, but not when Emily is channeling it. It is something they were reluctant to explore because one wrong move could cut their beautiful life together short. If Kassandra dies, that's it, she doesn't get a redo.

The glow of her Isu markings is a good sign, it means whatever was preventing her healing has been freed from her, allowing her body to do as its meant to. The blood was stymied and no longer freely flowing from the gash that tore across her chest, a wound she normally wouldn't worry about. Is that something she's going to have to start concerning herself with when dealing with the Void? Wearing armor again? It's far less conspicuous.

Kassandra yelps a little as her body is dragged to the cabin of the boat, out of the prying eyes of anyone passing by the docks. She's left alone for a few moments, lying on the kitchen floor and simply groaning as the wound continues to stitch itself shut and cells begin to regenerate to make up for what was lost.

She watches as Emily comes close, groaning to herself as she strains to lift her head for the pillow to be placed under it. "Trust me, now that I have you, I'm actively trying not to die. You've given me a reason to live and not just exist. Death itself will have to fight me before I give in."

MAYBE IT'S JUST BOTH IRONIC AND POETIC . it's not particularly a secret anymore that kassandra and emily just sort fell in love because they have so many similarities. EMILY IS ALREADY KASSANDRA'S MATCH . and it'll take true power to ever be kassandra's match. the isu staff is still a creation by something that was living. AND THE VOID IS SOMETHING MORE THAN LIVING . it is everything and it is nothing.

... THERE IS NOTHING IT CAN'T CONSUME . and that is why it always needs something like the outsider to direct and hone it's magic. emily just became the new outsider by wanting to be born again. A NEW LIFE . the outsider was it's previous deity because of death. THERE IS A CLEAR DIFFERENCE . she can also be lost to the void if she is not careful enough.

emily doesn't quite answer at first and it's mostly because she physically can not , but also partially because she's just really worried about the wound and needs to check it again since she's currently awake , energetic , and her wife's wonderfully accented voice is active. the attempt at being a nurse didn't particularly help , all she's looking for is whether or not it's bleeding still and while the bandages are soaked , nothing is leaking past them. THEY'RE JUST SOAKED . that's a pretty sound indication that the bleeding has stopped. we're getting somewhere. KASSANDRA IS GLOWING THOUGH . isn't that the most wonderful sign? no more bleeding for now. the shadow quickly moves around kassandra -- absolutely quickly.

SHADOW MOUTH GRAB KASSANDRA'S COLLAR . give her a second , she just wants more safety and away from any and all prying eyes. EMILY WILL APOLOGIZE , DON'T WORRY . just , you know , emily easily drags kassandra back into their cabin. she disappears again after setting kassandra down in their kitchen , but when she reappears , it's the sound of boots walking across floor with a pillow in her actual hands.

" it only got that deep because it's a magical weapon , both in the fact it used void to slow your senses and actually cut deep. i am not entirely ready to let you go and i may never be. i mean that as a threat , just the same. "

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❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ from Emily

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | emily

Kassandra had never considered herself a possessive person, but somehow those words always managed to stir something in her. They had stolen away from the more formal aspects of the party going on below, the political needs having been met by her presence and neither of them wanting to stay longer than they needed to. There were plenty of noble sorts talking among themselves that they wouldn't notice the two lovebirds slip away in the middle of the event.

They tuck themselves into a darkened corridor, Kassandra pressing the Empress against the wall, already deep into a hungered kiss. The taste of wine lingers on lips and tongue as Emily works off the immortal's coat and Kassandra's nimble fingers work at the woman's blouse. Shrugging the coat to the floor, Kassandra pulls at Emily's own, and then tugging the blouse around her arms until her collar and neck were exposed to her, the decolletage revealed to hungry eyes. Hot kisses trail down Emily's face, to her jaw, and down her neckline doting over the vein and her collarbone.

"I'm yours, only yours -" Emily breathes, head canting back at Kassandra's affections.

"Say it again," Kassandra growls lowly, fangs nipping at the skin, hands grasping at Emily's hips. She presses her leg between Emily's, her want and desire clear.

"I'm yours."

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"Kassandra!" Emily's voice is quiet, but the excitement is positively breathed out. Normally she does have a serious demeanor, but every now and again, she completely sheds the Empress and is honestly ... a little silly. The kid she never got to be. Emily propels herself forward, practically sprinting before she jumps clear at Kassandra.

θ::|| @torntruth | emily

Kassandra had been spending the quiet of the evening with a book on the history of the Empire, a chance for her to read up on the uniqueness of this land and how it was connected to the Isu. Emily's voice cuts through the quiet and had her glancing up, only giving her a moment to register what is coming and replaces her bookmark and places the book to the side. "Emily?"

Oh, she's going full speed! "Emily, wait!" But she braces herself, ready to catch her or at least shield her landing because the woman is not slowing down.

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❛  i  need  you .  ❜ from Emily

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | emily

Early morning kisses before they even had a chance to leave the bed were probably her favorite way to start the day. Lazily exploring one another's mouths as they held each other in a warm embrace. Kassandra was usually stirred from her meditations before Emily awoke and would sometimes kiss her awake with gently placed pecks along her neck and cheek. As they lay there kissing languidly, however, Emily says something that gets the immortal's attention. I need you. I need you, those three words have so much meaning, but it's the intonation in which she says it that tells Kassandra everything she needs to know. With a smirk, and a small grunt of effort, she rolls the both of them until Emily is on her back, the mattress cushioning the empress as Kassandra hovers over top of her. Red eyes sparkle in amusement as she silently appreciates the woman beneath her.

"Ask and you shall receive," the Keeper responds, tossing her nightshirt to the side and working Emily out of her own. Sometimes she loves those quiet mornings, sometimes, though, sometimes she prefers when they are much more adventurous instead. Leaning down she begins peppering Emily's neck and jaw with kisses, moving to capture her mouth once more in a much hungrier kiss, laying herself atop her love until bare skin touched bare skin, her hands running trails along her sides. Oh, this is going to be a good morning indeed.

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" what does a grape say when you step on it? " emily absolutely delivers all her jokes so deadpan.

θ::|| @torntruth | emily

"Uhm... I don't know. What?" She replies, scratching the back of her neck.

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love can survive. / from emily

μ::|| a meme i forgot. | not accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | emily

Kassandra ran her hand along Emily's face, admiring the planes of her cheeks, the cut of her jaw, and those beautiful dark eyes. Against all odds, they met. They met, they worked together, they fell in love. When it should have been impossible for this to even happen at all. And then it did. All this time Kassandra thought she would be alone, ever since she pushed Roxana away for her own safety. And now here they are, their own little boat that they often called home between places, traveling the world and saving it quietly. It doesn't seem so bad when forever comes with a partner.

"For as long as we do, αγάπη μου."

[ofspvrta]

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours . From Emily

μ::|| meme: AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | emily

Some formal attire felt so stiff that Kassandra felt more akin to the marble statues of her homeland than a moving, breathing creature. But these outfits felt so much better, she could move and move well and still looked as elegant as any of the men here in their fine tailored suits. Emily had chosen well for her, and the mask she wore for the masquerade resembled a fanged eagle, to fit in more with the strange aesthetics of the creatures who had become void touched. As she danced with Emily, the Empress seemed distracted, constantly looking around as if there were threats behind every mask. Perhaps there were, but Kassandra was more focused on her.

It was about the fifth time that Emily turned her head during the dance that Kassandra reached over to grab her jaw and turn her head to face her once again. "Nothing is going to happen, I promise." Reassurances are all she offers at the moment, but her voice is low in just the way that Emily likes it. "Ikaros is watching above, if anyone is making a move, I'll know it. Until then, let's enjoy ourselves. We're owed that much at least."

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emily doesn't age anymore , yet somehow time pressed ahead and still made her look older. it might be the more modern look. she doesn't wear a bun anymore and technology has even soared past the remnants of what void mixed with isu from the isles. if someone looks close enough , she certainly looks like she stepped into the role of being ... a keeper of the void. never once mentioned that title out loud for kassandra's sake , but for lack of a better word. that is it. she staves off any void leaks and pretends to be normal. she nor kassandra really aren't , though. it gets heavier in moments like this when a void-affected individual is wreaking havoc. eyes completely dark , dark enough that when she shifts , it looks like it's the eyes spilling over. somehow both tangible yet seemingly permeable. the form is incapable of showing emotion , but emily is still there and in full though ... just slightly more feral.

and she thoroughly always enjoys the frightened perception someone gives when she shifts ( when i grow up they're all going to be afraid of me instead ) .

Decades they have spent together and finally Kassandra has someone who will never leave her side due to old age. She feels free to love and to move through the world with the woman she adores. Time has changed them both and while neither of them age, Emily has taken more liberties in changing her looks than Kassandra has. The Keeper has kept the same braid for over two millennia, preferring the ease of maintaining it. The outfits change and the style, but not her hair. But she has loved every single look Emily has experimented with. It's the most normal thing about them, keeping up with modern trends as best as they can to flit through the masses undetected. And yet they are very much not normal. Kassandra with her bloodthirst and Emily with her void powers. Like they stepped right out of a modern horror movie. Maybe they did, but they aren't the monsters the world would presume them to be if they were found out. They were protectors.

All said, Kassandra still finds it amusing, and attractive, when Emily shifts forms to terrify someone who deserves it, watching them scramble and stammer as they try to flee. "Careful now, you're going to make him piss himself." The Keeper muses.

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❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . / from emily, but also like hold the void entity after a void nightmare.

μ::|| meme: 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth

The night had been cold with even the fire fighting to provide a scant amount of warmth. Emily had been curled tight against the Keeper, clinging to the warmth her body provided as she slept through the night. Kassandra had, in turn, entered her meditative state, not quite sleeping, but allowing her mind to rest. It should have been a restful night, aside from the bite of winter outside, but a violent stirring beside Kassandra had torn her abruptly from her meditative state.

Red eyes opened to see Emily tossing, saying something she couldn't quite make out. Her movements were jerky, violent, as if fighting off something unseen. Shifting in the bed, Kassandra acted quickly, throwing a blanket around her and wrapping her arms around the woman, securing her as best as she could. "Emily! Emily, shhhh, I'm here." She held on tightly, but not so tight that it would hurt her. "Emily, wake up, I'm here!" Dark eyes opened, greeting Kassandra's ruby eyes, and the Keeper offered what she had hoped was a reassuring smile. As reassuring as she could offer with those sharp teeth. "There you are. You're here, you're safe."

[ofspvrta]

❝ how long has it been since you fed ? ❞

μ::|| meme:  *  ―  VAMPIRIC STARTER PROMPTS .   | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @ofvoidx

Of course, Emily would find her at the cliffside cave. It was their spot. Perhaps a part of her wanted to come here because she knew Emily would find her. The immortal didn't look up, instead turning a raven's feather over in her hand, admiring the sheen of it under the light of the moon. The silence felt far better in the moment as she looked out at the moon hanging in the night sky. A part of her didn't want to admit how badly she had neglected her feeding. There had been so much happiness for her lately with Emily that her mind had subconsciously put the darker things way for the time and her hunger began to eat at her.

Holding up the feather so that the moonlight filtered through its tendrils, she finally broke the silence that lingered after Emily's question. "A while... maybe too long."

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It's just Emily, giving Kass a hug. Cute right? Well, at least she thinks so. She also happens to be in shadow form. She thought maybe a hug would help her come down, but now she's not quite sure if she's legitimately doing it.

It happened again, didn't it? That rage swallowing her, the way the void made her control just a little less sound. Teeth gnashing, all fangs and fury. There was an innate rampage switch in her that felt like it got flipped any time she saw one of those fucking boxes and the zealots that wielded them. Coming down sometimes took a while if Emily wasn't around to ground her, pull her back to the here and now and let Kassandra back in control and not the corrupted beast.

Blood drips from her mouth and hands as she surveys the carnage around her, making sure none of them were breathing when she feels herself being wrapped in an embrace. Emily? She had pushed her back to deal with the threat, not wanting her to endure the pain of that music box again. If it were another attacker they would have led with that. Besides, there is that scent she recognizes, the one that cuts through the fog in her head every time. But there's also a hint of musty air, like a cave or something similar. Her mind spends so much time focusing on Emily's scent that was mixed with it that she stops her ragged breaths, eyes closing against the embrace. Calm. Calm now. You are more than this.

"Emily?" Her own voice punctures the darkness, her bloodied hands reaching out to hold the arms wrapped around her. Wait... it doesn't feel right. There but not, not entirely solid. Red eyes look down, only momentarily shocked to see Emily is in fact holding her... but in her shadow form. Sighing, she collapsed to her knees, knowing Emily would follow behind her. "They... they were going to hurt you. I couldn't let them."

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ah. yes. there's my knight in shining armor.

"Αγάπη μου," she says, placing down her sketchbook and smiling up at her, "sorry, I was distracted by something, and now I'm distracted by someone far more beautiful." She stands, crossing the distance of the room on their boat to greet her with a kiss, her arms wrapping around her. "I think I like this distraction much better though."

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what do you want this time? / okay but emily asking this as they find their way to 'pandyssia'

μ::|| meme: LYRICS FROM THE LONELIEST TIME   |  [ Ξ ] accepting  

Kassandra leans against the taffrail, arms folded against her chest as she watches the waves roll past the boat. What did she want this time? They are finally leaving the Empire and she can show Emily the world she had known for over two thousand years. Only she returns without obligation, without the duties of a dead false god hanging over her head. A thoughtful hum rests on her lips, the sunrise painting the waters hues of pink and orange.

"I have what I want right here." It's a simple enough answer, but the weight of it is clear. "I have you, I have a boat, I have forever in front of me and for once the idea of that doesn't feel suffocating and oppressive." Eyes turn from the horizon, feeling the void's influence on her starting to dim as they got further and further from the empire. "I want to show you the world. All of it. But first... I want to show you the place I called home."

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it's just emily, putting a flower crown on kassandra's head.

θ::|| @ofvoidx

Is she beaming? She might be beaming a little bit. She might think she feels like the prettiest thing in the empire outside of Emily. It's that kind of smile that's like the first morning rays of light breaking through the window. Lucky for Emily that she knows how to get those looks out of Kassandra.

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‘good  morning’  kiss.

μ::|| meme:   KISSING  MEME  PROMPTS | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @ofvoidx

While it had been known for some time now that Kassandra doesn't actually sleep, she's perfected the facade of peaceful rest in her meditations. Lying down, eyes closed, breathing steady. But outside of the gentle rise and fall of her chest, she was motionless in the night, usually lying flat on her back. She'd tried figuring out other positions and perhaps maybe one day she'll learn to meditate while lying on her side and holding Emily against her unnaturally warm body. But at least she is able to share a bed with her at night, to quietly clear her mind next to the woman she loved.

Her meditations were often light with Emily, just the right amount of thoughtlessness through the night to keep her mind rested while still being able to come out of it easily. Secretly, it was for mornings like this, when Emily would roll over to press a kiss to her lips or cheeks or temple. It was a peaceful way to be pulled back from her meditations, the preferred way, if she is being honest.

This morning is a kiss to the cheek, prompting her eyes to open slowly, reds meeting browns, a soft smile on a deceptively ancient face as she turns to look at Emily directly. "Did you sleep well, love?" A quiet question lingering among the sounds of birds outside. Rolling onto her side she leans in and presses her own good morning kiss to her lips. "I could almost dream of you, but how fortunate that I get to wake up beside you instead."

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「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image. / from emily.

μ::|| meme: 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 … | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| torntruth | emily kaldwin

They had made dock a few days prior at the Santa Monica pier. She'd heard for years that there were plenty of fun things to do in the area and decided to stop there as a treat for the both of them. At some point, they had parted ways for a bit, Kassandra on a resupply run for the boat and Emily off perusing some of the shops along the pier. A carefree weekend, surrounded by a bunch of people who would never take a second glance at either of them.

The ideal location.

Both arms were nearly full with supplies when her phone buzzed in her back pocket. "Malaka!" It's Emily. It's only ever Emily. No one else has her number and no one else would. Fumbling around with the items in her arm, she fishes her phone from her pocket and flips it open. One text message. Emily was probably letting her know she was done.

But no, greeting her instead is a picture of Emily in a dressing room, trying on a new bikini, tugging down at the bottoms to show far more skin than the suit would normally allow. A wordless invitation.

Kassandra: Where r u?