#( Abrielle || thread )

[mocksfate]

i spent too much time on this ANYWAY, it's the official nicknames chart for abrielle. when we thread together, expect ur muse to be called that 🫡here instead, you can find other people's nicknames for abrie!

(ocs obv gets their own personalized nickname based on our future interactions hehe)

[venombloom]

World State/Important portrayal info undercut incase of spoilers. While I leave most decisions flexible just for writing purposes and make no mention of headcanoned dynamics, there are a small handful of things that are just a universal constant.

The biggest of course is the fact Daisy picks Treviso. Always. And while she does feel bad and guilty in a way for the choice she makes, if she had to do it again, she would still pick Treviso. But she will do EVERYTHING possible to offer aid to Minrathous afterwards.

In a companion verse, if Rook chooses to save Minrathous, Daisy is furious at everything and everyone. But even when the fires settle, there is still that lingering grudge. She's still willing to help stop the gods, yet a lot of her free time goes towards trying to clean up the mess in her home. She's more distant and cold; no jokes or teasing or warm smiles. It's just business.

All of Solas' memories are collected as well as the fragment of Mythal; which in the end she has/uses as a way to just talk Solas down --- to do what Varric had tried.

Daisy decks the first Warden. Not that important of a choice but it's a character thing.

And in dire situations, Daisy will do whatever to takes to succeed but also to keep the Veilguard members alive. She helps her team with their personal issues when requested.

Provides as much aid as she can to all factions.

Never suspected Varric was actually dead.

Separate from game canon, if there are mentions in threads or whatnot of a person called Tia or Auntie, it's a reference to @mocksfate Abrielle; because she's officially family (sorry not sorry Nora).

[cxrsedsouls]

Vivid green eyes gaze curiously at the woman as she approached, he didn’t need to check his pocket watch to know she was right on time. Perfect, he thought, momentarily satisfied by her punctuality. His lean frame shifts, raising from his place and moving to greet the newcomer. His cane was shifted to his left hand, the silver accents gleaming in the light and only accentuated the intricate details engraved into it and formed the name “Stein” just below the handle. A family heirloom, past down from his grandfather and only used because of the sentimentality of it. Physically, the witch was in the best of health, though his surname was more than enough to make others question his mental capacity.

That was simply what it meant to be a Stein. Their history well known, the good and the bad, led people from all sides to make their own assumptions, their own fears and curiosities. Though he wondered just what sort of thoughts ran through this woman’s mind about them. The moment the two were close enough, Cyrus bowed to the woman, a smile of welcome adorning sharp features. “Abrielle, I presume?” Before waiting for an answer, his body shifts as his hand signals towards the seat across from where he had been sitting, the oversized desk allowing a comfortable distance to remain between them but the roaring flames flickering in the fireplace added just a hint of warmth to the otherwise neutral office. “Please, do make yourself comfortable, is there anything I can get for you before we officially begin this meeting?”

( @lunarxdaydream​ )

[covenscxrse]

𝒞𝓎𝓇𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝑔 𝒹𝓊𝓂𝓅

[lunarxdaydream]

Jealous Cyrus

She could handle herself, this much he knew for certain.

But that didn’t stop the steady nagging in the bottom of his gut as he watched the scene unfold. They were out in public, somewhere that the average person likely didn’t have any clue who they were talking to. So it was understandable that they were as bold as this to approach not only Abrielle but to harbor no sense of the fear that most hold when seeing him in her close proximity. It is because of him that some of become... more distant and reluctant to approach Abrielle. Though that is another thing he feels the need to apologize for. His reputation ruining anything for her.

He enjoyed traveling outside the covens locations, where those around them didn’t watch the pair every second. That the whispers didn’t spread at the sight of them or the rumors didn’t spread. Though that left them open to situations like this. It was her decision whether or not to accept this man’s advances, but he still a spark of something unfamiliar wedged itself beneath his skin as green eyes unknowingly continued to glare over at the pair.

He waited another moment. Then another. Annoyance setting in before he pushed himself forward, cane in hand as he came to stand beside Abrielle. Vivid irises narrow towards the man, posture stern as he never let his eyes shift from him. “Pardon me, may I have your name please?” Head tilts, noting the confusion and suspicion that now spread across the other’s face as eyes flickered between the two witches standing before him. “I will need to know the name of man whose grave I am about to dig. Surely you’d like a tombstone, no?”

His words had anger flashing across the man’s face, though the expression didn’t shift on Cyrus’ features any. “Ah, I see, you didn’t like that, hm? Well then, perhaps next time before you approach a woman such as her with such outlandish comments, you’d think before you speak. Such comments could very well end up being the death of you.” Frame shifts, turning back towards Abrielle as his head tilts in a small bow. “I do not understand how these later generations have all completely forgotten their manners. It is as if they’ve reverted back to cavemen in the more recent years. You, my darling, do not deserve to be treated in such a repulsive manner.”

The witch shook his head in disappointment, arm extending out towards her. “Please allow me to show you how a true gentleman behaves.”

( jealousy prompt )

They are the most foolish of advances she has ever witnessed. No finesse. No manner of poise. To even claim they are making an 'attempt' is too generous a compliment. Boorish fools is what she considers them. And unlike her cousin, Abrielle holds little patience for this. Could there be something to benefit from it? Potentially. And yet, the witch has no desire to dare entertain something so ridiculous. Lest she wish to lose her own intelligence by listening to them for another minute.

Mental retort has no use when a familiar figure stands in her peripheral. Where calm composure is known, another seems to take its place. A threat made so openly that even Abrielle cannot help but be taken aback. Like a predator hovering over his prey, Cyrus dares not lose sight of the man. Features come alive with anger upon the stranger. Irritation for his interference and yet, her companion is not deterred. Controlled wrath is frightening to witness as it is awe inspiring. For in all her years on this Earth, none have ever come to stand before her and take such a stand as he did.

'darling'

But it is in such a simple word where Abrielle has now come to find a fluster rise. By no means does she expect him to use it in anything romantic but the effect remains. Like a roller coaster, Abrielle must gain her bearings just before another fall. Her senses, far too rattled, over the unexpected behavior set in display.

"Oh!" But is in the extension of his arm where finally there seems to be a coherent response. Graceful motion takes hold of him. Linked and close, in full acceptance to the invitation he has so kindly made. "Please do, dear Cyrus." It is a miracle in itself that she has mustered enough to speak. Once more, the legends behind him are challenged. A disservice to the man who existed beneath the haunted name of Stein.

|| @cxrsedsouls ||

[tricksterreformed-a]

@smmie​ sent : video- get wrecked sammy...... i mean- (Video - Our muses watch pornography together )  || accepting

(( ooc; ah, yes, the inevitable two man watch-party ))

          Gabriel could not, for the life of him, figure out how he’d pulled this one off. Sure there had been jokes.  Lots of them, mostly centering around kneeling not just being for prayer, and catching a glimpse of heaven.  Standard angelic pickup lines twisted just so to get a laugh.  But joking around in a diner was a far cry from sitting on a hotel room bed while the DVD player clicked on.   Or at least Sam was sitting, perched on the edge of the bed like he wasn’t quite ready to commit to whatever this was just yet and wanted an easy escape--stand, step, door, see you tomorrow during daylight hours where we can pretend this never almost happened.  But they were halfway through Gabriel’s opening monologue about how to put Lucifer back in the box (which was just part of it) and he hadn’t fled yet, so that was something.  Gabriel, on the other hand, was laying on his back with his feet towards the headboard, hands folded across his midsection with his head hanging over the foot of the bed slightly.  Watching the whole thing upside down.  

          As the monologue concluded (”so this is me standing up, and this is me laying down”) what followed was a relatively vanilla sex scene. A little spanking, a little oral, a position switch halfway through that had them land with the woman on top--her name had been Harriett and she’d been a real peach to work with.  The Gabriel on the screen finished with a grunt and then dutifully put his fake mustache back on as if that was somehow important. 

          And then it got weird.   Harriett launched into another speech in the same exaggerated sexy voice she’d used at the opening of the video, but now she was talking about all the other things Casa Erotica had to offer. Experiences humans couldn’t provide. 

          Sam shot him a look then, a ittle alarmed, filled with an unspoken question, and curious. It was that curiosity that caused Gabriel to smile, reach over to pat his thigh, and say: “Everyone in this is dead, except me.”  Which earned him a look that was all genuine confusion.   “So if you’re looking for a 101 course on anything that’s about to happen, I’m quite literally the only guy for the job.”  He topped his comment off with a wink and  a smile that (perhaps because he was at such an odd angle) had something sharp to it.   “I’ll let you know,” Sam replied, just a touch of sarcasm rounding out his words, but he was now leaning back instead of forward for the first time since they’d embarked on this endeavor.  Which was something. 

          (At the fifteen minute mark they got distracted from what was happening on the screen with talk of Fenrir and how Sam had done his part to kill some of the cultists who worshipped him.  Which then turned to a discussion on knotting and the pros and cons of atypical genetalia.)  

          At the thirty minute mark, Sam spoke up again, staring with furrowed brows first at the Gabriel on the screen, and then at the man next to him. “Okay, that is not a normal amount of tongue, and I’ve seen your tongue, it isn’t that.”  The hunter said, clearly trying to hide what Gabriel was sure was a very emotionally complicated erection, all the while shooting glances between the rim job happening on the screen and the archangel’s face next to him.   In response Gabriel stuck his (perfectly normal looking) tongue out at him and gave it a wiggle.  “I’d be pretty hard for me to talk as much as I do if I was carrying that around in my mouth all the time.”  He replied, and then went on: “I know this,” Gabriel gave his own nose a quick double tap, “Looks like your standard human vessel, but it’s not.  I had to blend in with a certain crowd when I went in to wittness protection.  You call them monsters.”  He hummed a little, contemplating his next move and the faint pink hue that had taken up residence in Sam’s cheeks.  “Want to see?”  

          He couldn’t tell whether the pause that followed was Sam taking time to think it over, or if the hunter had gotten distracted watching the moment when the rim job switched back over to a quick stretch of fingering.  But finally Gabriel got his answer. “Yeah, yeah okay.”  

          Gabriel did not so much move from where he was laying as he stopped being in one place and started being in another with an uncanny (inhuman) lack of transition.  It just so happened that the place he started being was straddled across Sam’s lap where he then proceeded to pat the hunter’s cheek and tell him: “If you want me to stop just say the word.” Before leaning in to press their mouths together with a hungry and insistant pressure.  Lips parted, tongues met, and still Gabriel pressed deeper, pushing Sam back and down onto the bed and grinding down against his erection as the tented pressure in his own pants grew.  An eager hand threaded fingers through Sam’s hair pulling just a little to tilt the hunter’s head back to give Gabriel better access to the spot just below his jaw where the archangel could feel his very human pulse.   His mouth--which before had been warm and welcoming--was now shockingly cold, earning him a gasp from the hunter as goosebumps rose and spread across his neck.   Gabriel sucked, bit, and kissed his way down leaving a trail of numb purple marks blooming in his wake.  Evidence to be covered up or put on full display later at Sam’s discression. 

          He slid the hand not tangled in the hunter’s hair under his shirt, up his stomach and chest leaving a warm trail of heat in it’s wake, a sharp contrast to the cold blue lips currently pulled back to reveal a smile filled with teeth that looked sharper than they had before, more akin to fangs. Monster teeth. Though he couldn’t say if it was the sensation or the sight that had the hunter choking back a moan.  One of Sam’s hands had already worked it’s way between his legs, palm pressed to the erection still contained in his pants, causing Gabriel to groan and decide that pants were--at this point--entirely unnecessary.  All it took was a thought and they were gone and finally he had that glorious contact of skin on skin.   If he had to guess he’d have said Sam was enjoying the sudden lack of fabric too, hips bucking up to meet the hand between them.  

          It was time to cut to the chase before anyone had time to consider the impact this might have on their working relationship.   In the background Casa Erotica was wrapping up with a space orgy featuring something with a lot of tentacles.   Gabriel moved Sam further up on the bed so he’d have room to work with a sudden heave that left the hunter breathless.   He didn’t have time to catch his breath before the hot press of breath hit and bypassed his cock to settle lower.  Again Gabriel manhandled him to get a better angle, fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise as he pressed his mouth and then tongue to Sam’s hole.  Gabriel hummed, a sound devised to carry motion in a way no normal human sound could. It vibrated up his spine and left the hunter moaning in earnest at that first slow press inwards. 

          One hand kept his grip on the human’s hips as the other slid slowly up to hold his cock, all the while his tongue vibrated with sound and motion as it pressed against his hole, darting in slightly and then swelling in that inhuman and uncanny way it had minutes ago on the screen.  The hand on Sam’s cock only gripped, steady and still leaving it to the hunter to decide between thrusting into it and pressing back down onto his tongue.  Gabriel dragged it on as the credits on the screen rolled, a list of the dead while he was here and so, so alive.  Finally the hum reached it’s peak and Sam was gasping and writhing and half begging for release in a voice Gabriel thought he could really get used to hearing.  He wasn’t sure if the hunter even noticed but at this point there was a hand holding his hips, a hand around his cock, and still another pressing a well slicked finger into him.  The finger was shortly joined by a second and the fast thrusts were paired with the motion of the hand around his cock until finally--finally--Sam came into his hand and left an oozing trail across his stomach. 

          Gabriel slowly slid his fingers out, enjoying the fluttering pulsing that tried to hold them in place, and took his own cock in hand to finish himself off.  A process that didn’t take long at all given the view. 

          “And that’s the 101 course.”  He said in a voice that was just this side of raw and breathless.   “If you’re looking for the 102 course we can discuss it later.  Maybe after a few more sessions.”  He winked at Sam, but it was a tired gesture with no heat behind it.   In response he received a grunt that may have been the first half of a groan. “Could you clean up?”  The hunter asked him, eyes already half shut. “I feel like jelly.”  

          “Only if you’ll let me stay the night, I didn’t exactly rent a room and it seems like such a shame to leave,”  Gabriel replied with a smile and a snap that removed the stickier evidence of what had happened between them.  “Fine,”  Sam acquiesed, rolling over onto his side. “And I like to be the big spoon,”  the archangel informed him, to which he received another grumbling sound that Gabriel decided had to mean ‘that’s perfect because I like to be the little spoon’.

[skaikruwheda]

Holisss!

Lo prometido es deuda, así que bajo el readmore  dejaré todo lo que tengo en drafts, coloqué titulo y la ship, esto para que recuerden(?? que pj es y la trama que llevábamos, en mi opinión estos threads ya están super viejos, mi culpa lo sé, pero quien guste seguir una trama parecida con los mismos personajes me puede decir y abrir algo nuevo :) basado en el hilo que llevábamos, y quien no, solo dígame para sacar todo de borradores. 

Aprovecho para comentar que, intentaré volver al indie, seré lenta porque bueno, no se si muchos sepan o no, pero ya estoy trabajando, y literal trabajo todo el día, no me da mucho tiempo de hacer cosas una vez llego a mi casa pero, si estaré entrando una, dos o hasta tres veces a la semana, por eso mismo no abriré tantos convos a como estaba acostumbrada, porque entonces no me dará la vida hahaha. anyway, si alguien gusta crear algo nuevo, algo basado en lo viejo, o simplemente le apetezca rolear conmigo, estoy a un mensaje de distancia. 

IMPORTANTE: Todos los threads que estan a continuación los voy a dejar. A excepción de los dos que no he respondido, en caso de que las personas gusten que responda

@melcdramv 

Smut - Rooney x Elodie

i don't wanna say goodbye - Rooney x Elodie

new heaven verse  - Leah x Billie 

@bubblesxndunicorns 

 Starter call - Aitana x Giulia    

@hctwasabi

 once upon a crash - Aitana x Tabitha

@glassbridgc 

 starter random - Leslie  x ( aun no respondía :c )

@iconicrestless 

snow storm - Bismillah x Roger

random - Mick x Lisiel 

@sing-ohmusa

an unusual kiss - Éire x Buda

i'm not crazy...  - Sahira x Cassian

not without my permission - Arash x Lennox

open starter - Arash x Felicity

Daga en la oscuridad au - Arash x Lennox

Cómo Ocultar Evidencia y No Morir en el Intento - Éire x Buda

¡Surprise motherfucker! - Arash x Lennox x Hoggs

Summer memories - Bismillah x Teddy

@lvtchees

starter - Franccesca x ( creo que iba a responder con una florence )

@xlittleprinccss

 Well, we’ve never been this desperate before - Aleksandra x Arash

random - Lucifer x Chloe

random - Ethan x Hayley

wishlist - Rocco x Stephanie

Harry Potter Verse - Eidean x Rose

@teen4gedre4mers​

Wishlist - Jordan x Eva 

I never meant to hurt you. - Arash x Eleanor

random - Silvana x Maggie

wishlist - Jaidev y Olivia

open starter - Bethany x Ethan

open starter - Terri x Juliette

SMS - Waylon x Ambar

bedford verse - Waylon x Ambar

bedford verse - Mitch x Ambar

bedford verse - Mitch x Delilah

open starter - Abrielle x Valerie

open starter - Tessa x Abril

@regvlus-black​

what’s wrong with me?  - Arash x Aurora

Meme - Victoria x Valentino

@lovclyfcrx​

Familia De Luca - Lina x Isabella x Lisandro 

random - Jake x Kalea

auburn verse - Waylon x Tessa

@kthxrsis

Familia De Luca - Lina x Isabella x Lisandro

@ultimatexrunner

AU - Hailee x Luke 

AU old - Mileena x Luke

random - Kaylee x Damian 

random - Lena x Damian

I need you - Mileena x Luke 

random - Rose x Luke

random - Ren x Oliver

@easytolovc

open starter - Ivana x Millicent

open starter - Kenzi x Amanda

starter call - Madison x Katie

random - Rocco x Lisa 

@grxveyard

why won’t you look at me? - Alexa x Zac

@drxmx-qxxxn

auburn verse - Waylon x Karma

@thewolfieprincexrp

random - Waylon x Luka

@littlebxxstard‌

open starter - Everett x Emma

open starter - Jaidev x Mirella

@astridxindierp

open starter - Freya x Agnes 

open starter - Lucas x Tom

auburn verse - Noelle x Camyl

@andrake-indierp

breathstyn verse - Alexa x Lander

breathstyn verse - Lex x André

@rperindie

open starter - Ashley x Maddy 

@gwenstacvs

wishlist - Ana Lucía x Cassandra

random - Lena x Kira

[sheltiechicago]

Mesmerizing Rainbow Art Installations 

The Toledo Museum of Art

Dawe’s Plexus series are large-scale networks of sewing thread that are investigations of the visible spectrum of light. They are often site-specific, temporary commissions that the artist transforms into compacted displays of thread he calls relics when the exhibitions are over.

Artist: Gabriel Dawe

[godshilt-blog]

TWO FACE. so i am going to be exploring the idea of the lesser body in my mythology of angels more in threads. if you don’t know its the body  michael can use  to comfort as he flips through ages in his time at earth.  this is also a name for when angels are starting to decompose.  the idea of decomposing is not only their time ending on earth but them also can be when they become too far from god and taken on mortal transgressions. this dulls there powers, there minds, and so this two face, second face,  however you wanna call it is also the baring out of everything the angels hide in themselves. with micahel it is his love for gabriel and therefore the body that he falls into is a body that gabriel had made up as a gift for him to be seen more gentle then the sword he was in his really body which he didn’t always wanted to be seen as. but the way he falls into it in his two face form is that it is but a hollow remembrance of what was made for him, he has no idea of who gabriel is or his love for him and on that his mind is fighting shadows of their relationships and making a cheap knock of the body. and so when i use richard armitage to show this face it is the worst of michael it is him utterly confused, taking part in the worst of human actions, and really turning away from god. because he feels so broken and he damages himself more. so its a sharp contrast between him and the image he has had as the sword of god.

[bibliophilicwitch]

Gisselle ?

Gates of Thread and Stone by Lori M Lee

In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

Sabriel by Garth Nix

Shades of Milk and Honey by Mary Robinette Kowal

Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia

Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann

Long Way To a Small Angry Planet, A by Becky Chambers

Exile’s Honor by Mercedes Lackey

NAME BOOK RECS CLOSED

[kastlenetwork]

Karen’s involvement with one of the main threads of the plot allows us to see her in action as her own person, separate from her emotional ties to Castle. At the same time, #Kastle fans will not be disappointed by what we’re offered in this first installment of The Punisher. While not much physicality comes into play, all of their scenes are heavily charged and set up for an amazing and unavoidable romantic unfolding of the pair (whether it ends in flames or in a magical wedding that ignores all tragic things from the comics).

gabrielle van welie | thenerdleague

[mocksfate]

as a fyi, if we do a rook & rook thread, always feel free to assume abrielle is in the companion position! her background doesn't follow the one the game provides and that can classify her as an original companion, too 🫡

[emmalouisewellsce]

When you see a rainbow in nature you get a glimpse of the order that exists behind nature

Gabriel Dawe <https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smithsonian-institution/artist-gabriel-dawe-used-60-miles-embroider-thread-make-rainbow-180957243/>

[mocksfate]

✧ ━━━━━ a never ending dance with luck.

#mocksfate: (prev url. inflictswounds) independent, highly selective, mutuals/friends only roleplay blog featuring 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝟑 muses with a focus on original characters but happy to write canon characters as well. forever dmed by nora ( 27 yrs old, she/her. rules & muses under the read more. )

# dance partners : @fatemocked ; @venombloom ; @fatewoven . # current interest: 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗲.

✧ ━━━━ RULES.

✧ my rules might sound a bit strict, but it's very important for me to set boundaries between me and potential future writing partners. if you're not vibing with any/all of my points, i understand.

✧ i will almost never follow people first*. if you follow me, i will more than glad to follow back if i can see interactions happening. i just want this blog to focus a bit more on friends and people i've been writing with in the past. *some exceptions might happen if we used to be old mutuals.

✧ i use my block button very deliberately. 99% of the time it's because i either don't enjoy someone's portrayal, they post triggering (for me) content, they are a minor (i interact with +19 people because of our age gap) or to keep my dash/searching page less cluttered.

✧ shipping is nice, but never a priority. i am more likely to ship only with my friends because of past experiences. ( please, don't seek me out only to ship with my canon characters ) even if i am 27, i will not write nsfw on here, though suggestive themes might be present due to the nature of some of my muses. i am also *personally* uncomfortable with large age gaps (nothing wrong when it's two adults, it's just a personal preference), so for characters like my rook (46) or emmrich (52) i'd prefer a potential partner to be at least around their late thirties.

✧ muses with the primary & secondary tag are always open for interactions. i'd prefer to plot things out / talk about a possible dynamic with on request muses instead.

✧ i LOVE ocs. throw your ocs at me. i also will be writing ocs a lot here, so i think they should just get to know each other because oc & oc threads bring me SO much joy.

✧ i don't mind handing over my discord tag to mutuals, but please, don't use our dms exclusively as a venting space. i also DON'T roleplay on discord, so interactions will exclusively happen on tumblr.

✧ ━━━━ MUSES.

✧ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞 :

- elowen surana | primary. - maida hawke | primary. - melava lavellan | primary. - abrielle de riva | primary. - zevran arainai | secondary. - josephine montilyet | secondary. - emmrich volkarin | secondary. - johanna hezenkoss | secondary. - bellara lutare | secondary.

✧ 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝟑 :

- lorelei balbella (tav) | primary. - astarion ancunin | secondary. - karlach cliffgate | secondary. - korilla hearthsflame | on request.

✧ 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 :

- moriah (CoS pc) | primary. - gorin (dnd oc) | primary. - prince of frost (dnd archfey) | secondary. - the raven queen (dnd deity) | secondary. - various dnd npcs from CoS or original settings | on request.

[mocksfate]

@spitecrow asked: ⭐/ let's interact!

⭐ crow muse? sure. hands over abrielle and zev as always. KSLAJD though, jokes aside, i always love the idea of abrielle and luca1ns absolutely NOT getting along/trusting each other at first due to caterina hating her guts for having had a relationship with the traitor who brought the qun in. also lucan1s' loyalty to his family & duty vs zev who would like to see the crows burn. i love to see that personally - forced to work together trope you will always be famous! ⭐ i'm sadly. also guilty of always bringing neve when i was going around with him, so i didn't hear much banter with bellar4 or emmr1ch ( i was a crow rogue as well, too much necrotic dmg sob ) - but i'd love to fix that with threads on here if you'd be down 😇 i know emmr1ch tries to give him advice w spite and that is. yes. im eating that /pos

[lunarxdaydream]

Wounded Cyrus (so many wounds!)

He hadn’t noticed, not at first. The time spent with Abrielle had become something he looked forward to, company that was always welcomed served as a distraction even in times that he knew he should be more cautious. It was only when these green eyes shift to the side, gazing down at the witch on his arm when something was caught in his peripheral. Movement, small but quick, a hint of silver gleaming under the moonlight left little time to react. He did the only thing he could think of in that moment.

His frame moved quickly to take the blow instead of her, dagger sinking into pale flesh as vivid irises widen before face twists in pain and a gasp tore from his lips. Slender fingers immediately move toward the wound but stop the moment they feel the blade still stuck inside. His thoughts become a blur, feeling the sudden bite of a chill in the air as her voice resounds within his mind.

A nod, though it was weak, is his only reply before hands move to show her the wound. The blade was buried deep in his gut, reaching all the way to the handle as hands begin to shake. It wasn’t the first time he was injured, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. At least he had managed to protect her. That’s what mattered most to him.

‘I-it... should be... fine... I think,” his voice is weak, green eyes shifting to gaze at her. The one who had attacked was barely noticed, thankfully caught in her trap so easily. 

Temptation lies in reaching for the weapon. To free him from its agony but the risk is too high to take. What if there were multiple serrations on the edge? What if pulling it will further aggravate the injury? Tear vital organs or muscles? Without the proper focus, there is no telling how much work needed to be done and -- "Don't move, Cyrus..." Concern cannot be withheld as fingers fell to his hand. A short lived flicker of emotion granted in her gaze before curses of the attacker is overheard.

Demeanor chills in equal measure to anger seething under the surface. Echo of ice cracking fills the air and yet, no release is given. Steadily it climbs higher. Blood forced from parted lips in a sharp cough as it rose halfway up their torso. They struggle. Desperation dancing in eyes but hands are bound underneath. They will not be allowed an escape from her ...

"... You have made a dire mistake." Slow. Agonizing. Drawn out pain is exhibited on their intruder. Her steps precise in their pace. Her tone void of all emotion. "Tell me, was it worth the money?" Question seeks no answer. She does not care to hear it other than the flash of regret upon their features when she drew near; chin tightly gripped in her hand where nails dig. Money, power -- who cares for what they were promised ...

"... Was it worth your life?"

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