#barathrus

[glorylived-blog]

barathrus replied to your post: Lucien's been naughty. time to smack that ass

hands up lucien. he needs to smack it

     “No thank you, I like feeling my ass.”

[of-invisible-ties]

@barathrus II Starter Call

“If you uttered that comment to me in Rigel, your head would be rolling right now!”

“What crudeness! How does one even have the patience to endure you, much less appoint you as his retainer?”

[nohrianscumarchive-blog]

There she was, just the maid he was looking for. Once their eyes met, he grinned and sent her wink, intention to make her flustered before he even spoke. But he's forgotten- he can't exactly wink with an eye patch. His plan backfired.

Oh gods, what does he want now?

Somehow she’d grown to find Niles’s presence more irritating than anything else. Although reason should’ve made her walk away from him before he had the chance to open his mouth, she thought that she ought to at least hear him out in case he actually had something useful to say.

Though when she realised he was just going to stand there and stare at her strangely, she was more annoyed at herself for even allowing him to waste her time. Though a number of choice words came to mind, all she said was:

“Ugh.”

[haikumaiden]

why do my friends only choose old, annoying men to play >:1

[ruodabuort-blog]

barathrus replied to your post: “… “

IS HE SAD????? N O !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“... I just... need a moment is all. Everything will be alright.”

[sansloii-a]

@barathrus replied to your post:

guess i gotta make trevor do the splits now :/

ASHDFS-- D I A L

[haikumaiden]

@barathrus ♥️’d for a starter!

     “Stop squirming,” Mitama said harshly, taking a step back from Niles. “I can’t do my job if you don’t let me. Do you want this to get an infection and fester? I assume not, since you came to me to get it checked out. Now. Sit still, or I’ll send you away.”

[bloodthirstymoonstone]

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@madkingtrashking has been on a bit of a forced hiatus due to difficulties with their computer, which is... a hecking shame tbh because their Gangrel is such a good time... Come back to m e e e e......................

[taikoishiki-blog]

                              Locks Niles back up.

[glorylived-blog]

barathrus replied to your post: honestly though like.  luciens life is nothin but...

WHAT TTH EUFJC !!! WHAT IS THIS?? SAD NIGHT??? IM DEPRESSED !

HI DIAL YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS?

[elibiantactics]

@barathrus

Mark knew that it would be horribly impolite to just waltz up to someone and request to see something they always kept covered. He knew that (although by the way the servants talked, he wondered if he happened to be the only one who did), and yet he couldn’t help but be intrigued by Niles’ eyepatch. Was it a memory of some unfortunate accident caused by simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Was it a scar gained in a gallant rescue of a friend or loved one, a sacrifice worth much less to him than the person’s life? Was it-- as he’d discovered in his studies was a strategy employed by pirates-- so that the covered eye would be constantly adjusted to darkness, and would therefore make him instantly able to see in a dark room by switching the eye covered by the patch? Or was it simply a decoration, an ornament to make him look more impressive than he was?

Mark knew better than to ask. He also knew better than to ask to see the scars, the empty socket, or whatever it was that lay under the eyepatch. Still, he couldn’t help his curiosity. He had little to do but "accidentally” bear witness to the gossip of servants, so he’d heard all of their many versions of why he had that eyepatch. A scorned lover, hiding an eye that bore a terrible curse, because the eye underneath was magic and could see everything whether the patch was there or not-- it was all fantasy, no matter how realistic it might have sounded. True, a man with an all-seeing eye would be an excellent retainer, but somehow Mark doubted that a Nohrian prince had found such a man without everyone knowing about it.

It was the squeal of a nearby servant girl that tore Mark from his thoughts, emerald eyes rising to see the outlaw in question standing over a distressed maid. Mark couldn’t imagine the lascivious things that were being said, but judging by Niles’ posture and the servant’s bright blush, it was something a tad too romantic for proper castle procedure. Not that Mark was going to intervene or anything. If Niles were doing something wrong, someone would’ve put a stop to it long ago. It wasn’t Mark’s place to interfere. Besides, the servant could handle herself, which almost immediately proved true as she fled the scene, bowling over Mark in her haste to leave.

Wincing slightly as he rose to his feet, Mark immediately found himself tumbling back down to the ground out of surprise as he nearly collided with Niles. How had he crossed the hall so quickly and quietly? Mark hadn’t even noticed the man moving (although admittedly his attention hadn’t been on Niles), and yet there he was, standing over Mark with a wicked grin. It was almost surreal seeing the figure who had been a mainstay of castle gossip for so many years, but, if even half of what Mark had heard about Niles was true, it was likely only a matter of time before Mark found himself as Niles’ target.

“Erm, you’re... Sir Niles, correct?” Mark squeaked, ashamed of how unsteady his voice was. “You’re L-- er, Prince Leo’s retainer? Right? What did you do to make that girl run off like that?”

[delleones]

Questions and Answers

@barathrus

They’d made their camp a safe distance away from the bottomless canyon, a quick, makeshift jungle of tents raised for the sole purpose of quick rest and recovery of wounds. If one looked from the Eastern side towards the horizon, they could make out a sliver of darkness marking the void far off in the distance; from the Northern side, the beaten remains of their last battle was barely visible.

Leo thought it odd, from where he stood, the way everyone milled about the camp, laughing and chattering. Their movements were strangely robotic, their voices a shade off-pitch; it was a testament to the tension that threatened to smother them all in its shroud. Even the most strategically inept of them surely recognized the risk of being tracked staying where they were. There hadn’t been enough wounds sustained to prevent their forces from traveling further, but both Corrin and Azura had insisted on staying near the Bottomless Canyon for reasons they likewise insisted they couldn’t speak.

“… Were it not for father’s condition, I never would have trusted this...” He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, breathing a slow and heavy sigh.

Xander had formed an alliance with Ryoma and by extension, Hoshido. Night and day would work together to defeat the force that threatened them both, the nameless ‘true enemy’ that possessed King Garon. It was a simple, grandiose plan, and any fool knew that simple, grandiose plans never worked.

Leo had decided to trust Corrin. The rest he stood on the edge of, precariously looking over, too wary to jump. He was not so naive to believe they might save his father. Killing him was for the good of Nohr, of the world, but could he stand to let anyone from Hoshido, or even Corrin, deliver the final blow?

What of after? Both Xander and Ryoma would have to assume the mantle of leadership in the wake of war-torn nations, but Hoshido would still be day, and Nohr would still be night. The citizenry in the shadows would be hit harder. They would be vulnerable. Would the alliance between their nations hold out when necessity was no longer binding?

They all trusted Corrin’s knowledge, yet remained ignorant of it. Enemies made camp together in a vulnerable location with only the barest knowledge of why. They stood arm in arm against an enemy they couldn’t confidently plan against.

Leo lowered his hand and slid into his tent, plucking a book from his satchel to sit and read. He’d read it before; it couldn’t answer the question that burned in the forefront of his mind.

Had he branded himself the enemy of his own nation in a losing battle?

[audhxlma-blog]

Coming up behind the mercenary and sliding an arm around his shoulders, Niles pulled him in closer, mouth inches from the other mans ear. "Free today?" He drawled quietly, as if he didn't want any passerby's overhearing their 'secret.' "How about a sparring session, hm? I think you'd look great with more holes to pierce."

          Thinking nothing of the other’s advance –though feeling slightly embarrassed that he would do such a thing in public– Joshua turned quickly to look at Niles’ face. He thought it silly how everything Niles said always seemed so promiscuous and gave a small chuckle. 

          “With you? Of course! Though I highly doubt you’ll make someone as skilled as I into a pincushion. Perhaps I would be lucky enough that if i stood still, the wind would take your arrows for me.”  Hands on his hips, Joshua gave a confident smirk. “Just hope you can keep up with me.”

[ruodabuort-blog]

barathrus replied to your post: barathrus replied to your post: ...

ALL I FUCKING IMAGINED IS THIS: youtube.com/watch?v…

ghFGHJDFGIHFDGHDFGIH THAT’S IT!!!! THAt’S HOW IT HAPPENED

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L E A VE M E ALOEN!

HE WANTS TO BONE SUEDE