#c: dust mahoney

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The Basics Full Name: Eavan Delany Codename or Nickname: Hunter, General, Lieutenant, darling Birth Date: Winter (27 years old) Birth Place: [redacted] Nationality: Eskrian Organisation/Group: The Hunters Former Affiliates: [redacted]

Family + Friends Father: Cian Delaney Mother: Maeve Delaney Siblings: Three younger brothers (Aidan, Luca, and Torin), one older sister (Caoimhe) Other Relatives: None of note Spouses: August Willenheim Children: —

Description Height: 5′4 (163 cm) Weight: ~135lbs Hair Colour: Dark blonde Eye Colour: Grey Skin Colour: Fair, though usually slightly tan from all their time spent outside Any Scars: Too many to count. They range from claw marks, to wounds from swords and daggers, to bite marks. Any Tattoos: Yes but I haven’t designed them yet shhhh Any Piercings: So.....so many that I haven’t nailed down yet dsanfdsag Other Notable Features: Absolutely covered in freckles, a few small patches of vitiligo on her arms and abdomen Random Facts: Hasn’t seen their family since they were 12 but writes to them as often as they can. Runs a little hot. Heightened senses due to their Hunter status. Left-handed.

The Basics Full Name: Dust Mahoney Codename or Nickname: “Thorn in my fucking side” Birth Date: Spring (28 years old) Birth Place: Adelna, Vih’thris Nationality: Vih’thrian Organisation/Group: [redacted] Former Affiliates: N/A

Family + Friends Father: Alive somewhere probably Mother: Died when they were a young child Siblings: None Other Relatives: Uncles, aunts, cousins, the usual Spouses: None Children: Nope

Description Height: 5′8 (173 cm) Weight: ~150lbs Hair Colour: Dark brown Eye Colour: Green Skin Colour: Fair, almost always lightly tan from their time spent outside Any Scars: A few, mostly from various blades Any Tattoos: Yes but hhhhhh I haven’t designed them yet leave me alone Any Piercings: Ears in multiple places, labret, septum Other Notable Features: Freckles everywhere, slightly elongated ears and sharp canines due to their fae heritage. Random Facts: Very good at getting in and out of places undiscovered. Absolutely ticklish. Excellent smooth talker. Good memory. A pretty damn good spy really.

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i can’t believe dust was *this close* to sleeping with raiden, and they got fuckin teleported

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DUST AND RAIDEN (in relief.)

in relief

If Dust had a copper for every time they got attacked in the sewers with Raiden, they’d have two coppers. Which really isn’t that much but they still find it really fucking weird that it’s happened twice now.

He tried to tell them to stay back, again, and they had immediately disregarded that. Sure they’re more of a spy, more adept at sneaking in and gathering intel than slitting throats, but times change. And Novus is a right mess, so Dust has acquainted themself with a more...liberal use of their daggers as of late. Not that they were ever truly opposed. Besides, their, well, whatever Raiden is to them at this point, has a list of bounties on his head that could fill the castle up. It pays to be prepared around him.

They kick the last wannabe assassin into the liquid flowing down the sewer, complete with a disgusting plop. Their lip curls in disgust. Why, why, did the closest Guild entrance have to be in the sewers?

A mess of white hair comes into their field of view. Matted with blood, sweat, and...no, hopefully, that’s it. Dust looks up. Raiden’s dark brows are pinched together, a knot between them. He rests a hand on their cheek while he drags his eyes up and down their body.

“I told you I had it handled,” he says but there’s no heat to it.

They snort. “Right, like last time?”

Raiden rolls his eyes and groans. His hand falls from their face to rest on their shoulder. “Never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“Nope,” Dust says. “I’m glad you’re not, you know, bleeding all over me this time though.”

He laughs, bright, and leans closer. Brushes their noses together. They tip their chin up, the hand not holding a sharp blade reaching to rest on his waist. Raiden moves until their lips are almost touching. Then he stops.

Bastard.

They’re about to close the distance themself when he swoops in and kisses them. He tastes of blood and sweat, or maybe they do. More than likely, they both do. Dust nips at his bottom lip. He groans, something low that they think could maybe turn into a whimper if they play their cards right. One kiss turns into two, then five, then Dust loses count as they chase the feel of each other.

He pulls away first, eyes blown black, and taps their foreheads together. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Dust makes a soft sound at the back of their throat, leaning to kiss him once more before whispering against his mouth. “Likewise, Rai.”