#imposingclaymore

[tequilamoonrock]

@imposingclaymore asked for a starter ... 〔 VITTORIO TOSCANO 〕

The Decimated Borgo, as some of the poor souls who wandered this plane called it, wasn't quite the same as where Vittorio had grown up, yet it was familiar enough that he found himself returning to it when he could, that when he was placed there beyond his control he felt something akin to relief. Even with the destruction evident throughout the town square ( and the terrifying fact that against all odds, there was absolutely nothing beyond that ), it was the closest thing he had to a home. The only problem being the other inhabitants.

Tarhos Kovács, a companion turned adversary, was far from the face - helmet? - Vittorio wanted to see in his time wandering the fog, and yet it was the one he was greeted with. For a moment, he tensed, eyes turning steely and muscles tensing as if to break into a sprint on the spot, but he forced himself to relax upon the recollection that this was not a trial - Tarhos had no reason to kill him.

" Tarhos. " The greeting was curt, cautious, with all the forced calmness of someone trying to calm down a predator in hopes of escaping with their life.

[entitemalefique]

@imposingclaymore " I watch you watching me watching back. "

The Entity had noticed him watching her as she observed him in the trail, it would be hard not to. It was curious that he did so while most tended to avoid her. "Have you found anything interesting by watching me?" She didn't think there was anything that he could glean from his observations but perhaps she was wrong.

"Or perhaps you feel as if I shouldn't observe you? Is it so wrong to want to watch the efforts of my killers? To see them achieve success in the trails?" She'd always done so, though it may be more obvious now that she had taken a humanoid form. "Would it be easier if I were not so physically present? I don't have to show up in this form if it displeases you."

[dayfright]

@imposingclaymore

【 ❝ Okay, so, um. I think you would make a really good wolf. ❞ For demonstration, Susie has drawn two versions of Tarhos as an anthropomorphic wolf. There are two versions of an identical sketch; the difference is that in the one where he is wearing his helmet, she has opted to give it holes for fluffy ears.

❝ I thought a dragon could be fun too, ‘cause, y’know, but I don’t really know how to draw those… ❞ 】

[dimensionalspades]

@imposingclaymore said: “I absolutely don’t understand you sometimes.” (for vittorio, either pre-fog or in the fog is fine!)

- quotes || accepting -

. The lord looked up from his papers. He didn't know Tarhos well, yet. The knight was undoubtedly capable, and for that, Vittorio trusted his ability to keep him safe. He tended to look at one's more positive qualities, but Tarhos always seemed to have something darker occupying his mind- not that Vittorio could decipher what he was thinking too well.

. No matter, he was reasonably assured Tarhos would still listen to him even on things they might disagree on.

. "I'll try to be easier to understand." He motioned to a nearby chair- not a particularly grand thing, but lightweight and sturdy for travel. He assumed this was about the recent attack on their group- a short fight thanks to Tarhos. When some had escaped the initial battle, Vittorio demanded they be allowed to flee with their lives. Ever the optimist, it seemed unlikely they would chance the fight again. He still couldn't tell how Tarhos felt about that command, even if the knight had listened. "The assassins or the destination? Or something else?"

[wonderingduke]

❝ There is more to the darkness than the inability to see. ❞

Vittorio looked up at the starless sky, not even mother moon was in the sky she was obscured by thick storm clouds rolling in from the sea. Vittorio leaned over the banister of the balcony of the castle, looking out at the sea, which was basically invisible in the darkness of the night no way to tell the difference between sea and sky. "Hmmm I suppose you are right, it's many things but to the common man darkness is fear, it is dangerous, and something to hate. To thieves and criminals, it's a welcome site. It makes their jobs easier it aids them in their quest no matter how immoral it is. Darkness also cultivates hope, it's far easier to spot a spark of hope in the dark than it is in the light." Vittorio relaxes as he spots a light off in the distance over the dark waves. The trading ship that was days late seems to have finally made it home. The threats of pirates have increased in the waters nearby so everyone in town was on edge and anxious for its return. "Darkness in it's self could also be hope, I suppose, in the right conditions. Being able to conceal things so well, darkness could become a sort of armor, a way to protect oneself. " Vittorio raised an eyebrow and nodded toward Tarhos's own armor-clad body. He had it made in such a way the steel was almost bitch black, the large man would have been nearly invisible if it wasn't for the torch that lit the balcony.

[arcanescholxr]

DEFEND : for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. (royalty verse if you're still interested in that :0)

a comprehensive list of scenarios

The cries of the attackers could be heard as they were engulfed in vines, wrapping around their bodies as if they were to be mummified. Their weapons had been dropped on the ground, swords traced with poison to inflict lasting damage, a clear threat on the man’s life, one that Dwight wouldn’t stand for. And all Dwight wanted to do today was enjoy a peaceful walk in the nearby woods, filled with creatures such as sprites and fae. He thought it was important to create lasting friendships with them, to promote peace and civility among them.

It was also the only other place that Dwight could get some peace from Castle life.

Dwight was so focused on rendering the assassins immobile that he didn’t realize that another one was stalking the trees, watching as his comrades had been captured. But he would succeeded in where they had failed. Emerging from the trees, sword ready to strike down the Royal, it felt as time had slowed down, Dwight frozen as he couldn’t force himself to act. The sword was getting closer and closer, until it didn’t.

The assassin was roughly grabbed by his Knight, an armed snakes around their throat. The assassin’s neck is snapped with such ease you could akin it to cracking a walnut. It happened with little effect and yet so much force, nearly snapping their head the whole way around, a brutal execution. The Knight tosses the assassin away, throwing the corpse as if it were garbage, as it were nothing. The show of violence before his very eyes causes Dwight to gasp, horrified and nearly losing his focus on keeping the other assassin’s restrained.

“Tarhos we needed them alive, to find out who sent them I-.” Dwight paused, his lips pressed firmly in a tight line. He shouldn’t be scolding his Knight who saved his life. Besides the ones he had captured were more than enough. Dwight sighed softly, urging Tarhos to follow him. “Thank you. I mean it. I’m still not used to all of this, forgive my outburst.”

[mysteriiarch]

Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog — accepting

@imposingclaymore: ★★★★★★★

;-; ya'll are gonna make me emotional. I appreciate you, thank you so much also uno reverse!

[janeromeroshow]

tarhos is 6’6”!

HEIGHT MEME : somehow this wasn't as extreme as i expected????

[tequilamoonrock]

🔥? vittorio...

how he feels about tarhos in that current moment dictates how easily he's willing to admit it - if they're in a softer moment he'll say it without any shame, but in the state they currently are you'd have to beat it out of him (please don't, though-). at this moment, he's more evasive, not willing to lie but also not wanting to outright say it.

" has anything i've done ever made you feel that i don't find you attractive? "

[dayfright]

[ BRAID ]:  sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair. for susie... big brother tarhos.....

【 Either Susie had far less tangles in her untamed, pink mess, or Tarhos was simply far more skilled with hair-care based on appearance alone. It was an unexpected sense of gentleness. Gentleness she would not think some of her closest friends were always capable of. She runs a hand along the braid once the knight is finished. Perhaps only a little bit jealous it came out better than anything she could’ve done for herself. Maybe that’s why she can’t remember the last time she’s taken her hoodie off.

 ❝ …I can do yours, too. If you want. ❞ 】

[dimensionalspades]

@imposingclaymore said: “I love you. Most Ardently.” for vitt!

- pride & prejudice || accepting -

. Tarhos could be a quiet man. Vittorio appreciated that about him sometimes; other times, it drove him to madness.

. Whatever they were becoming had developed in those quiet spaces, the moments of respite: bandaging Tarhos' hand after a battle, moonlit nights staring at constellations, stretches on the road when Domenico and Vihar seemed to have more dialogue than their riders. He couldn't say when it started, nor where it was going, but they were on the precipice of something, that much Vittorio knew. To upset that balance... would it be worth it?

. The fact that neither had spoken their feelings aloud weighed on him sometimes; did Tarhos know the lengths Vittorio would go, just keep him by his side? Could he possibly understand how much Vittorio struggled with wanting to keep Tarhos out of harm's way despite knowing he was best suited in this role? It would change nothing, Tarhos Kovács would not be happy as an idle body.

. In the end, Vittorio was the one to say first.

. An assassin had set a trap, a forest road blocked by a fallen tree that forced the caravan to slip through single file. He had targeted the Duke, knocking Vittorio from his horse. There was no time to follow up before Tarhos was on him, parrying a blow and slamming the pommel of his blade against the man's gut. Quick as a whip, the assassin sank his blade into a seam in Tarhos' armor. In no time, Alejandro and Durkos subdued the assassin, the pair of them taking orders from Vittorio to take the would-be assassin to the nearby town while Sandor helped Vittorio back to his feet.

. The caravan was stopped, camp set up when they were no longer surrounded by forest. In Vittorio's tent, the Duke tended to Tarhos' wounds, careful hands cleaning the wound on Tarhos' shoulder as he tried not to focus on the sound Tarhos had made when the blade connected with skin.

. He murmured those words to his knight as he worked; softly, trying to sound more confident than he felt as he wound bandages around Tarhos' broad chest.

. "I love you, Tarhos." For all his bravado, the idea that saying three words could possibly break off this cherished arrangement had sat like bile in his gut, made his knees weak. Would it frighten the Knight, send him running? Would Vittorio be demolishing this thing they had by tipping them over that precipice?

. But then, it was echoed back, and he relaxed muscles he hadn't known he'd been straining, let out a breath he hadn't know he'd been holding. He leaned forward, head and hands resting on Tarhos' shoulders as he simply breathed. Then, Vittorio moved to cup Tarhos' face, kissed him gently.

. "Then stay here, tonight." And perhaps all other nights as well.

[wonderingduke]

❝ No tears please, it's a waste of good suffering. ❞

Vittorio clutched his bleeding stomach as he sat on the dirty ground of the police department. It was rather embarrassing, but in the moment of being chased by his ex-colleague, he slipped through one of the holes in the ground trying to "hole" Tarhos as Feng once taught him to do. He hissed in pain as he tipped his head back trying to hide it, but the fall and slash to his stomach were a bit much to bare at the moment and a few tears slipped out. Vittorio huffed as he heard Tarhos chuckle above him as he hopped down the hole to corner him. He didn't have the energy to try to run at this point he just wanted to be hooked. He was rather surprised at Tarho's comment if he recalls that was something the pin demon said, often to him and his fellow survivors when they would let the pain get to them. He wonders just how much time they have spent together for Tarhos to adapt common phrases from him.

"It's rather difficult to not let a few slip Tarhos, considering I just fell 6 feet with a stomach wound. Though, I assure you, my suffering will not go to waste." He grinned, still a little teary-eyed, as the third gen of the trial went off somewhere on the left side of the map, away from them. He had run Tarhos for what two generators now? Two and a half? It was a good run but, he suppose it was bound to end this game of cat and mouse.

[judgcmcnt]

Tastes Like [REDACTED] | Closed

@imposingclaymore​ prayed

🥵 eyes emoji

He could so easily pry the human out of his metal shell as he looms over him. The god has him against the wall, body close yet not pressed against him. His head lowers and the nose of the pyramid gently scrapes against the neck of the helmet, a few intakes of air ventilating through the metal. Iron, sweat, and old blood settles on his senses.

Pyramid Head’s maw opens just enough to let his tongue slip out to squirm its way underneath the helmet to get as Tarhos’ neck, the tip lapping at the pulse he finds there. A low rumble sounds and that is when he finally presses his body against the Knight’s, effectively caging him in with his bulk.

What will you do now that you have his attention, swordbearer?

[mxshtyx]

...this is going to hurt... a lot... Nea stands at the edge of the grotto, looking in with a nervous mind. While in the fog against the Knight, she didn't mind running from him and the company, but she's never really gone into his realm. For her, there was no reason... for others, they were just insane.

Maybe she could convince him to thumb wrestle? Or they could play one on one tag... or four on one hide-and-seek.

@imposingclaymore

[hellpontifex]

“  fucking hell.  ”

ANSWERED. ( ACCEPTING. ) — TARHOS KOVÁCS.

        CERTAINLY WAS MAN A BEAST OF BURDEN. perhaps they did not drag along with them the physical freight that was the encumbrance of a donkey or workhorse, but merely existing was a trammel of its very own. and like all animals — because what is man, but a glorified ape — their individual reaction to their onus varies wildly. some buckle under the weight of their own actuality, while others greet it with an acute pitilessness. such before them, clad in steel, was one of those people. “ encountering difficulties? ” they condescend, as if speaking to a hellion, casting the brute a faux sympathetic gaze. “ tell — what surely awful misfortunes impart such woe to the fell cavalier, knighted only by carrion and gristle? ”

[tequilamoonrock]

slap. vittorio

Vittorio appreciated the closeness that had developed between him and Tarhos over the time they'd traveled together - however, that didn't mean that he expected physical contact from the other, nevermind this.

" I- what- ?! " was his (very dignified) reaction, all but darting backwards and out of the way, mortified.