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@mechxnicxl-hexrt || continued from here.

There was a certain laze about her actions and it could be acclaimed to many reasons, enough to fill the night but she had already made it clear that, that was not her intention. In fact his lack of movement to do as she wished left her in a small fuss of annoyance before that was deemed too costly for her energy.

Elbow propped up, she leaned her head into her hand and waited quietly for as long as she could, which in reality was only the breath of the moment. “At this rate, we’re going to die before you even move to open it, Corvo.”

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The concept of peace was not the same for a human and a god. As the Outsider watched Corvo’s life ease with his daughter’s adulthood and coronation, it was clear that the man slept. He was no longer tireless, no longer as haunted- but peace was a fickle thing. The deity could see the rifts that shaped the future as it approaches from a great distance, forming a thick, ominous cloud, housing a perfect storm. His fingers steeple the night before the late empress’ death anniversary as he considered the greying male. The future was going to leave many questions, a hydra providing minimal answers. There was little reason to forewarn him for he knew the elder’s shoulders would become a little tenser, his back a little straighter as day light approaches.  As the events played as he foresaw it, boring down upon his arbiter - he did the one thing he eagerly awaited for, opening the plateau between the wakeful plan and the void to let him in.

    — “ You’ve been kept busy. “  He mused in greeting, pieces of him forming his visage right before the elder to welcome him back to his domain. “ Even as you are granted the gift of sleep, something forebodes the day. The crown killer is said to be a benevolent figure, one who’s identity is split, unaware of the other. Who would that be? “ He was almost taunting him, jesting as he circles him.  

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                   thomas  is  unsure  of  what  to  make  of  the  removal of  high  overseer  campbell.  on  one  hand,  he  had  been  chosen  to  head  the  abbey.  the  decision  was  made  not  only  by  judge  of  character  by  the  senior  members  of  the  abbey  and  the  oracular,  but  also  by  the  cosmological  movements  and  they  were  never  wrong.  they  were  not  wrong,  for  campbell  was  an  excellent  leader.  whether  or  not  he  was  a  good  man was  entirely  debatable.  debatable,  but  not  by  thomas  for  it  was  not  his  place  to  judge.  he  was  meant  to  listen,  observe,  obey.

restrict  the  roving  feet.  restrict  the  roving  feet.  restrict  the  roving  feet.

                   such  a  thing  as  the  events  that  transpired  leading  up  to  the  incident  with  high  overseer  campbell  does  not  occur  by  accident.  no,  is  done  with  intent  if  not  premeditation.  the  idea  troubles  thomas  for  he  indulges  from  time  to  time  to  comparisons  between  himself  and  his  superiors  (all  in  the  name,  of  course,  of  bettering  himself).  campbell  had  been  a  good  overseer,  but  not  a  good  man.  and  thomas  liked  to  think  he  was  a  good  overseer.  the  things  he  had  done  could  not  possibly  still  qualify  him  as  a  good man.  the  blade  he  wears  on  his  hip  has  tasted  blood  and  in  hindsight,  many  actions  that  he  had  chosen  not  to  take  could  have  prevented  unfavorable  outcomes.

restrict  the  errant  mind. restrict  the  errant  mind. restrict  the  errant  mind.

                   and  still  he  breaks  the  strictures,  no  matter  how  hard  he  tries  to  uphold  his  faith.  (  campbell  broke  the  strictures  too  --  each  one  every  day,  but  thomas  resolves  not  to  be  like  him  in  that  manner  ).  what  truly  concerns  him  isn’t  the  similarity  or  lack  thereof  between  himself  and  campbell  but  rather  whether  or  not  it  would  matter  in  the  presence  of  whatever  vengeance  force  removed  high  overseer  campbell  from  his  position.  he  finds  himself  keeping  his  pistol  drawn  more  often  than  not  and  occasionally  his  hands  shake  at  his  side,  the  side  of  his  pistol  tap  tap  tapping  against  his  leg  before  he  draws  in  a  deep  breath,  adjust  his  grip,  and  consciously  stills  his  hands  until  his  mind  wanders  again.

he  murmurs  stricture  to  himself,  as  if  that  will  prevent  whatever  force  from  considering  him  a  target.

                    until  otherwise,  he  stands  at  his  station  and  employs  wishful  thinking  in  his  assumption  that  he  will  not  cross  paths  with  danger  anyway  and  so  he  should  not  worry.

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“It’s shameful, our standards are sinking.” (mechxnicxl-hexrt)

@mechxnicxl-hexrt || probably from a meme somewhere in sometime

His musing caused the blonde to roll her eyes; he must’ve thought himself a philosopher for she thought him a fool. Unfortunately for him sooner, and her later, she’d take the opportunity to judge each and every word.

“It’s shameful, you allowed your standards to rise above what you once must have known.” A sideways glance was thrown in his direction, before she rolled her eyes. “How long have expensive perfumes and palace gates clouded your judgment?”

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“Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it’s stopped beating? Hm?“ (mechxnicxl-hexrt)

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“That depends whether we are talking about break as a physical or emotional amalgamation.” There was a natural oddity to his words, an unshakable eeriness as she knew whether or not to take it as a theoretical or a threat. There were few reasons as to why she settled on the former; the atmosphere of the night, the alcohol between them, the lack of weapons in reach, or their mutual hatred.

Her eyes shifted from him to the great expanse of the city beyond the window, a soft hum escaping her as she sunk back into the chair. 

“The dead can’t feel either.”

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@mechxnicxl-hexrt​ || continued from here.

“Do you think I care all too much which kind it is? You’d be an idiot to think so and as much as I find you to be a complete asshole, I know you’re relatively clever.” A finger jabbed into his shoulder, the woman continued, “And before you take that as a compliment-- do you even know what I was saying, because if you did, why don’t you fucking repeat it before I easily make this a bigger problem.”

Verin had, had quite the trouble adjusting after the rat plague ended, as she imagined he did. However, in her mind, he got to return to a life she had been accustomed to and she, well, she had flourished in the chaos. All her running about and all the strife she liked to partake in amalgamated into a short, but satisfying, burst. 

Now with the return of a more concrete government and her own decent standing, things had certainly gotten too calm for the virago. It left her temperamental and anxious.

Itching for a fight or a good argument and with Corvo here on her terms, things certainly couldn’t go along peacefully.

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@mechxnicxl-hexrt || lms

Their relationship was somewhat of an oddity, built upon some broken form of mutualism. It was give and receive, though she held no doubt in her mind that a few of her missing journals were due to him and a few letters of his never made it to the intended party without being opened by her. Their actions were never filled with kindness, but never true malice, at least on her end. She found it to be a game, to be a competition of who would end up knowing the most, who could keep the best secrets. 

He was ahead in the game, being the Spymaster, and she was always struggling to keep up, a woman with simply a knack for being too nosey. But it kept her busy and keeping Veronica Cassell busy kept people alive. However, she was certain he knew neither of those things, her name nor her temptations. 

What he was going to learn soon, on the other hand, was that Verin broke into Dunwall Tower once again, and specifically his office. Feet kicked up on the desk, surprisingly the book in her hands was legible and even more so, none of which belonged to him. 

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“When I’m good, I’m very good. But when I’m bad, I’m better.” (mechxnicxl-hexrt; DH2)

@mechxnicxl-hexrt || Nicole Dollanganger Starter Pack

“I’ll let you believe that.” 

Manicured nails played with the edges of the pages, though her eyes focused on her hands, she kept room in her mind for what he said. However, she couldn’t help but believe that the Royal Protector had never encountered a dictionary or understood the machinations of comparison. He was a man more accustomed with guns and swords than with speech and diplomacy. It was shocking that half of those who entered the tower were not thrown from the windows moments after.

Little more thought than that was a reflection on his words, rather the rambling in her head that sprung from it created smaller, irrelevant ramblings that would never leave her lips much less that single moment they existed. 

“Must mean I’m consistently in a state of better then.”

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“ don’t whisper about me when i’m in the room. ” (mechxnicxl-hexrt)

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Her reaction seemed hesitated, only due to her feigning a sense of contemplation and regret like Corvo would ever get an apology from her lips. Instead, after a single stride, he got the little woman standing toe to toe with him.

“Don’t listen to words not intended for you, how about that?” Eyebrows raised and words spoken through an uncanny smile and it should have been evident that her intent was to agitate him. A call to action, though since time had passed and both assumed their original role, she doubted he would act. At the same time, his unpredictability rivaled her own.

“Surprised you even heard it, much less managed to make your name out of all that. It just warms my heart knowing you were paying attention to me. Now, politely fuck off.”

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@mechxnicxl-hexrt || lms

She liked watching people from the rooftops; during the day, during the night, when hardly mattered. What mattered was that she was entertained. Up there was was how she found a multitude of things. That was how she found him. That was why he could easily find her, though easily was a bit of an overstatement.  Hardly ever in the same spot twice and never out when it was raining.

No, when it rained, she found herself hiding away in one of the many abandoned buildings with one of the few books she had collected during her ‘adventures’ or one of the few that she had been carrying along since she left Morley. 

And that happened to be the case today. Her jacket beneath her, she sat beneath an open window and leaned on the wall right below it. Weathered book in her lap, she was drifting in and out of consciousness, seemingly reading the same page over and over again as she could never remember where she left off when she woke up again. 

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I don’t like him outside of the bedroom. I don’t like him when I’m sober and there are hours before the sun sets. He’s a thing of what should be passing interest because, in the long run, this is a risk to myself. Though I’ve always been told I like playing with fire, nevermind the threat of getting harmed. 

However, it is the unpredictability that comes with him. Whereas with something like fire you know the overarching threat and you know that it will come sooner rather than later, he is something you never know what will happen and especially not when. Perhaps it is the novelty that only has these nights continuing. Or rather just a lack in common sense at the time. 

Though I couldn’t imagine any intelligent person letting this surpass a one time thing and if anything I can only find myself regretting it after the most recent time. Despite not being harmful, there are just some things that are so puzzling and so weird that in the end something much more easily understood as physical harm would have been far more welcome. 

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@mechxnicxl-hexrt || continued from here.

If it were her choice, she wouldn’t have been awake until far later in the day and if she had fallen into a deeper sleep than maybe it would have been so. However, that was far from the case; the movement and then when he spoke did her dreams in and had her conscious enough to glare at him as she watched. Though hardly conscious enough to form some complete thought it was clear to her that he was the caused the disruption.

Laying there and waiting for him to leave, hopefully, sooner rather than later so she could fall back asleep, did nothing to get rid of him quicker. 

“For fuck’s sake, can you just fucking hurry up?” Nor did she think starting an argument would help their situation, but in her grouchy state, that was the better choice of the two. 

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Corvo rose from his seat with great agility - greater than expected from a man so previously relaxed. The Royal Protector had hardly the time to place his feet beneath himself before his mind forced his body across the room. The Mark on Corvo’s hand glowed with purpose and burned with the sudden, unexpected use. In aheartbeat, the taller man at at her side, swiping the objects from her thieving palms.

     In a heartbeat, his glowing hand met her throat.

In a heartbeat, the thief’s head his the table as she was slammed upon it. The Royal Protector’s darker gaze now burned with the firelight that was behind him. How dare she? - the first thought that crossed Corvo’s racing mind. In the halls of power by chance - no,privilege. In the very chambers of the Lord Protector - better, the Terror of Dunwall. And she dared to swipe his belongings from under his nose.

Corvo curled his lip and increased the pressure about the girl’s throat. “Uh - uh. I don’t think so.”

The things taken from her and the action elicited an almost childish whine, had she not thought herself in danger it probably would have escaped. She was lucky that thought even registered before her head hit the table, but there was no way to brace for the pain of the collision and it left her mind in a momentary stumble to catch up to react to being choked. 

One hand would go up, trying to get two fingers between her neck and his hand so she could get leverage to pry his hand away. While her other hand reached to quietly un-sheath the smaller blade of the two at her side. She, however, stared right up him, a smirk on her lips and a near glare in her eyes. 

“I didn’t.. ask wh-what you think.” Words staggered in her attempts to speak and breath, but then again she would waste breath just to sass the man.