#nathaniel blackwater

[icanbeyourgenie]

Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. ― Jane Austen, Persuasion

[likeafairytale]

"No I don't want him to leave, I'm in love with him. Please help!" - Nathaniel to Malachai about Achilles who's only been at the court for 3 days

Malachai looked up from the map he was examinating when he heard Nathaniel coming into the room. He frowned at his brother's attitude, and looked at him falling dramatically in the couch near him. Calypso, who was painting in her little corner, raised her head at her brother's words, and an amused smile was on her face. She didn't need him to say a name to know who he was talking about. Indeed, she noticed Nathaniel sudden interest on Achilles the moment he arrived in the Seelie Court –it was easy to spot on, for each time the bard was in the room, Nathaniel seemed to forget about his sisters, which annoyed her a lot.

The girl suddenly lost interest in her painting, and was way more interesting by her brother childishbehaviour right now. Nathaniel burried his face into the pillow in front of him and scream a little, probably out of frustration, while Malachai simply raised an eyebrow to that. The eldest Blackwater said nothing, simply shaking his head and sighing, before going back to the examination of his map. If the little mermaid noticed the sudden interest Nathaniel had about Achilles, Malachai, as for him, was still clueless about it.

“Xanthe is leaving? Where is he going?” Malachai finally asked, a bit distracting.

“He is not talking about him.” Calypso answered with amusement, which made the eldest frowned.

“I'm talking about Achilles!”

“Who?”

“The bard, pay attention at dinner, Kai!”

“Wait, you're in love with the bard?”

“I am! And he is not just a bard, he is so much more than that!”

Calypso couldn't help but laugh a little while leaving her little corner to come sit next to Nathaniel, who was still laying in the couch, his head under the pillow. The man raised to let his sister sit, before putting his head on her lap, surprising her a little. He whined and she pet his hair with amusement. He could be a real baby when he wanted. Malachai lost interest in his map, now, his entire attention was on his siblings. He was serious, as always, and the little princess had to admit that his seriousness was spoiling all the fun she was having. Her smile disappeared, and she tapped the siren's shoulder so he sat correctly.

“Don't be silly, Nate, you can't possibly be in love with him. You know him only for three days.” Malachai said gravely. Nathaniel stayed silent to that. He wanted to say that it wasn't true, that he knew Achilles for centuries now, he just kept it a secret and Achilles just did not remember him, yet. But he couldn't admit that, not know.

“You don't know anything about love, Mal.”

“That's quite hurtful.” Malachai sighed, and Nathaniel and Calypso could see that he indeed was a bit hurt by those words, and they felt bad about it.

“He is not wrong, though, did you ever fall in love?”

“My love life is none of your business.” Malachai said, a bit unease by the question.

“But our love lives are yours?”

“I'm your big brother, I have to make sure you're making the good decision, and apparently none of you can do that when it comes to love.”

“Now, that's hurtful.” Nathaniel pouted, and Calypso giggled, while Malachai rolled his eyes and sighed to his siblings' behaviour.

“Love works in a mysterious way.” Calypso said before Malachai had time to reply.

To his sister's words, Malachai suddenly looked away, unable to keep eye contact with her. The image of Yasmeen came in his mind, he was now tense, and he tried his best to not show the change in his demeanor to his siblings. Calypso was right, he knew it, love works in mysterious way, sometimes you fell in love with people who you technically shouldn't, for your social status were different, and never your father would approve of it... To that thought, Malachai closed his eyes and sighed a little, which puzzled his siblings. Calypso noticed the difference in Malachai's attitude, he seemed lost in his thought, and a bit... sad? She was ready to ask questions when Nathaniel abruptly took her hand, making her jump a little.

“Cally! You understand me, right?” Nathaniel gasped, making the mermaid frowned. “After all, you fell in love with Aeron after what? A day?”

“That's not true!” She defended herself, quite offended by the accusation. She set herself free from her brother's grip, making him pout a little.

“You both are way too romantic.”

“And you aren't enough. You should try, sometimes, it won't kill you, I promise.” Nathaniel joked, making Malachai rolled his eyes. “But seriously now, I don't want him to leave! He has to stay, please, help me make him stay!”

“If he has to leave, then so be it, you have to deal with it and focus on something else.”

“I don't want to! I want him here, with me! I am in love, Mal!”

“No you're not.”

“Stop dictating my feelings! I know them better than you do, they are mine.”

Malachai said nothing to that, he simply signed and rubbed his eyes. Now, his siblings were frustrating him, which wasn't the first time. He knew whatever he said, his siblings won't listen to him, they were too caught up into their fantasy world. When it came to love, Calypso and Nathaniel were way too naive, and not careful enough. After all, one was married to her kidnapper and from what he noticed she still had feeling for Aeron, while the other had his heart set on Xanthe, who was also the enemy, although now it seemed that Nathaniel changed his mind and was focus on someone else. In any case, they were too reckless with their heart. This is maybe all right for common people, but not for royalty. This was one of the rare time Malachai felt a bit jealous of normal people, they have the luxury to love who they wanted, something he unfortunately did not have...

“I don't like that.”

“You don't like a lot of things.” Calypso laughed

“I don't trust him.”

“Ten minutes ago, you didn't even know who Achilles was!”

“Precisely.” To that, Nathaniel sighed and put his head back on Calypso's lap. “Anyway, this isn't home, Nathaniel, we can't give order here.”

“Calypso!” Nathaniel almost screamed with joy while turning his face to look at his sister, and that made the girl jumped a little. “You can give order! This is your kingdom too, well, sort of. You can ask for him to stay, can't you?”

“I... I suppose I can, yes.”

“Calypso, no, this isn't your place.”

“Please, do it for me. For your big brother who is always there to protect you. Please, please, please!” The little mermaid looked at Malachai who shook his head to show his disapproval of this idea.

“I do like his songs very much, I'd like for him to teach them to me...”

“Calypso, don't encourage him.”

“And I know he does magic, maybe I can convince princess Lyra to ask him too. He won't be able to say no to two princesses.”

“Thank you!” Nathaniel said with joy before hugging his sister, making her laugh a little. “Let's ask him now!”

“Whatever I say, you'll always do the opposite, won't you?”

“That's how little siblings works, Mal. You should know that by now.”

Malachai sighed louder, showing how annoyed with them, he was, which only made his siblings laughed. Calypso stood up and kissed his cheek, while Nathaniel tapped his shoulder in a brotherly way. Without saying anything more, the two of them left the room in order to find Achilles, letting Malachai alone, with his irritation and his thoughts.

[francisjameschild]

This is a lovely version of Cruel Mother (Child 020) from the triple threat of Lisa Knapp with her ethereal trip hop leanings and haunting voice, Merry Waterson's dynastic familiarity with English folk and animation chops, and Nathaniel Mann's experimental sound design and archive-excavating leanings.

I have one complaint: Cruel Mother is track twelve on their new album "Blackwater Garland", and I never reach it because the rollicking smirk that is their "Daring Highwayman", scraped from a broadside they found in the Bodleian Library, is track two, and every time I go to listen to the album I just end up playing the latter on repeat and never reach the last track. Ce la vie I guess.

[spirit-of-helimire]

‘they’re a 10 but-’ tag game, thank you for the tag @wherearetheplants​ this one sounds so good!

Helimire

Christopher: He’s a 10 but will turn down your engagement offers for a decade even though he loves you so much. Oh and will turn into a raven to playfully peck at you

Morgan: She’s a 10 but will turn into a large cat when she doesn’t want to deal with something

Nathaniel/Silaf: He’s a 10 but will disappear for 300 years without telling anyone

Mae: They’re a 10 but will prioritize knightly duties over anything else

Elijah: He’s a 10 but... there is no but he’s actually just a 10.

William: He’s a 10 but will forget princely duties because he was doing something art related

Blackwater Depths

Luca: He’s a 10 but is willing to throw himself back into The Ancient Hollow to save someone he only sort of knows

Ellis: He’s a 10 but believes a river monster lives in the Blackwater River (there is, so he’s just a 10)

Finch: He’s a 10 but boy is he kind of an asshole sometimes

Aleksi: He’s a 10 but he’ll ignore you if he finds his research super interesting

Nico: He’s a 10 but they’ll spend multiple hours infodumping about local supernatural entities and cryptids to you

Griffin: He’s a 10 but he’s half cryptid (”so still a ten?”)

Adelaide: She’s a 10 but she’ll accidentally scold you like one of her elementary school students

Eva: She’s a 10 but she will do almost anything for a story

[apolloschaoschild]

Would anyone read it if I slowly posted/released chapters from an original story I'm working on called "If only you knew"? The main characters names are Ren Morgan Hearth (they/them) and Nathaniel James (he/him), and they are dating. Ren is a vampire who's clan is at war with the neighboring werewolf pack in their city ran by a wolf named Damian Blackwater (he/him) and his mate, Liam Harlow-Blackwater (she/her). Nathaniel is Rens human lover.

Damian kidnapped Nathaniel, intending to use him to influence Ren and in order to get any information out if Nathaniel that Ren might have told the human. Ren, however, told Nathaniel nothing thinking he would be better protected not knowing anything than if he knew.

Stuff happens, Nathaniel forgets Ren and lots of drama until Nathaniel and Ren end up dating again, continuing an over 6 year relationship.

I kinda suck at summaries.

[carnation-damnation]

What's better? Voluntary Transformation or Involuntary Transformation Werewolves? Do you like or dislike the notion that what made Werewolves scary is the fear of our own capacity for uncontrollable rage and violence towards our fellow person? And finally how do you like your Werewolves on a scale of this is just a man with patches of fur to this is just a big wolf?

ANONNNNNN!!!! I LOVE U AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OK OK OK!!!!!!! LETS GOOOOOO

Future Nathaniel Here; Under the cut because wrow........I sure Spoke, there's a lot in here

- What's better? Voluntary Transformation or Involuntary Transformation Werewolves?

I do a mix of this one!!!! My werewolves have the ability to shift outside of the full moon if they want to, but they cannot prevent transformations when the full moon comes. Whether or not that's a bad thing or a meaningless thing depends on the werewolf. Werewolves who were born werewolves, and therefor have more experience and are used to it aren't too bothered, it's just a thing they gotta work around. I imagine werewolves who were turned probably have a bit of anxiety related to it for a while, because I think the first couple times are probably pretty painful. Also that's kinda scary!! Being a human being and then suddenly your whole Self is pulled out from under you to be something Different is probably something a lot of new wolves have hanging over their heads!

- Do you like or dislike the notion that what made Werewolves scary is the fear of our own capacity for uncontrollable rage and violence towards our fellow person?

THIS IS SO COOL TO THINK ABOUT I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS...ANON UR BRAIN... This is a super neat thing..For once I have to sit here and Think..

I really like your idea of what makes werewolves scary, rather than the way people view real wolves as beasts/monsters, and as a result werewolves are scary. I think the thought of werewolves being scary because human's ability to hurt and be violent is a very real thing, and I like this a lot anon!!!! I love this so much actually

- How do you like your Werewolves on a scale of "this is just a man with patches of fur" to "this is just a big wolf?"

Well for one, I am very biased against the Wolfman style of werewolves because..Yeah! That's just some guy with fur on them, and they're not very wolf-like. More like a beast or a generic monster. I am also partially biased against the werewolves on two legs with HUGE muscles and defined abs. You were a twink before!!! Why do you have those,,,

My personal favourite is definitely "this is just a big wolf" because I like separating the "man/wolf" part of "Werewolf" and also I think it'd just be cool to be a wolf. Gives them a certain kinda Incognito, and the idea of being out in the woods and seeing a large animal, not knowing that they were a person just like you is....I like to think of it,

They look cool and I like them a lot :) But I will also say that I love a mix of them and standy-uppy werewolves! Not all wolves that stand on two leggies suck to me (Take the werewolves from How To Be a Werewolf and BlackWater for example) and I particularly love those old pieces of art (Not sure if it's medieval or somethin' else I'm not educated in that) where werewolves are just some folks with wolf heads. That shit is so interesting to me.

Anyway thank you so so much anon!!! You are wonderful thanks for letting me ramble :))

[flashbang-througthe-door]

Things to know about my rdr2 ocs

Putting a read more bc this will be long

Nathaniel Greentree

The others call him Oldy most of the time because he is older than everyone(one year older then Hosea)

He may fight with his son but when it comes down to it he'll give his life for his boy before anything else

His wife died giving birth to their son Robert and he never blamed Robert, knowing his wife was weak at the time

Nine times out of ten can be found by Herr Strauss

If not by Herr Strauss look by John or Lenny

Earns his keep by fishing and helping out Strauss, killing O'Driscolls too

Sometimes too blinded by his own ego to see a problem

"You know in the Glory days..."

He and Micha should never be put together on a mission they are DANGEROUS

Knows what went down on the boat

He is more task oriented

He sleeps next to Herr Strauss...for protection...yeah protection

Robert Greentree

Hates his dad with the power of a thousand suns, ask him who his dad is he'll say Hosea

Has his mama's face, it wounds his father

Hopelessly in love with Tilly, he will do anything she asks he lovers her so much

He, Arthur, and John are practically brothers

Nine times out of ten he can be found by Tilly

If not by Tilly look by Mary Beth or Bill

Hates Micha with the same amount of hate as his dad

Is called Lefty because he is right-handed, except when it comes to shooting he will only use his left hand

Got sick on the mountains

Tell him what to do and he'll get it done but by his own means that's how he earns his keep

His tent is away from everyone

Carter Thomas

The man sold his soul to Dutch

Called Legs because he ran all the way from Strawberry back to camp because he forgot his horse

He and Uncle hate each other

Doesn't like it here, wants to be back in blackwater

Loves Reverend Swanson sometimes too much

Nine times out of ten can be found next to the Reverend

If not by the Reverend look by John or Hosea

Earns his and the Reverend's keep by doing a number of things

He is tent is located by the Reverend

[saxonspud]

The Outlaw and the Treasure Hunter - Chapter 33 - Tacitus Kilgore

Hosea looked out the window of the hotel, onto the streets of St. Denis. It had been three days, and still no sign of Nathaniel.

He had agreed to meet Hosea at the Hotel on his return. Hosea couldn’t deny that he was worried. Not because he thought that his brother might have double crossed them, he was too honest for that. He was more afraid that the Pinkertons might have put two and two together. Although Matthews was quite a common surname.

Hosea decided he would visit his brothers office. See if he had sent any word there, as to why he was delayed. He knew Dutch would be worried, more than he was.

When Hosea approached Nathaniel's office, although it was open, there was a big sign on the door, DOCTOR UNAVAILABLE. He didn't think that Nathaniel had made any arrangements when they left for the train. Either Hosea was mistaken, or Nathaniel had been in contact with his receptionist.

Hosea entered the building and rung the bell, to call for the receptionist.

She quickly came to the window, smiling.

Hosea smiled, “I was just wondering if you’d heard anything from my brother?”

The receptionist smiled, and nodded. “we received a letter this morning, he doesn’t expect to be back for a couple of weeks. He asked to pass a message to you.”

Hosea frowned, “what was the message?”

She smiled, and pulled out a letter, “he says, sorry he missed you but he doubts that he will return before you are due to travel. He is currently helping a colleague in Blackwater, there is much to do since the massacre there, it will be at least two weeks before he is able to return. He’s also sorry that he will have missed seeing his cousin, so he has sent a separate letter to him at the Rhodes post office.”

Hosea smiled and thanked the receptionist before leaving the office.

He chuckled to himself as he walked down the street. His brother would have made a good conman, but for now he was using his intellect to keep Hosea and the gang safe.

Where the sapphire was right now, he didn't rightly know, but he was pretty sure that for some reason his brother hadn’t returned, most likely due to the Pinkerton presence in Blackwater, and the thought that he thought they may know who he was.

Dutch was concerned. Hosea should be back by now. He knew that sending Izzy to Blackwater would have been too risky, but he wasn't sure sending the doctor was a good idea. Hosea trusted him, and he had treated Arthur. But treating someone medically and asking them to fence a priceless sapphire, were two different things. If Hosea wasn't back, then it could only mean one thing. Nathaniel Matthews hadn’t returned with the money. If that was the case they was back to square one.

Dutch was in two minds whether to go to St. Denis. Find Hosea and see what was going on. He didn't though. He trusted Hosea, and he was sure that when Hosea found out what was going on, he would be back to let him know.

Dutch had his eyes on the track every so often, waiting for any sign of Hosea. He was surprised to see Josiah come riding in. He knew he was currently living just on the outskirts of Rhodes, it was strange for him to come to the camp, unless something was wrong, or he had specific information which might be of use to to the gang. He wondered if he had news on the comings and goings of the Braithwaite's or the Grays.

Josiah walked towards Dutch, who was standing just outside his tent. Izzy was sitting at the desk, looking at another map. Despite the fact that Dutch had said they would be able to leave once the money for the sapphire came back, she had insisted that it wouldn’t do any harm.

“Josiah, what brings you here?” Dutch asked, smiling.

Josiah wasn't smiling though.

“I think it might be prudent if you moved camp. There seems to be a lot of activity in Rhodes right now. Pinkerton activity, not to put too finer point on it!”

Dutch frowned, “Do you think they know where we are?”

Josiah shook his head, “not yet, but it would probably be wise, not to take any chances.”

Dutch hummed, they couldn’t leave until Hosea returned, and right now he didn't know when that would be.

“We cant leave, not until Hosea is back. He should have been back by now.”

Josiah frowned, it was unusual for Hosea to be out and about by himself. He usually took one of the men, normally Arthur, with him when he was wheeling and dealing.

Dutch looked at the expression on Josiah’s face and rolled his eyes.

“Come and sit down, I’ll explain,” he suggested.

Dutch had just about explained about the Logan sapphire, which had left Josiah open mouthed in surprise. He was about to explain about needing to get it to Blackwater, when they both heard Hosea approach.

Dutch immediately got up, and walked towards his friend, expecting him to be smiling. Hosea wasn’t smiling, although he didn't look distraught either.

“I think my brother may have run into a spot of bother,” he explained as they walked towards Josiah.

By this time Izzy had emerged from the tent, looking hopeful.

“What's going on Hosea, where’s the sapphire?” Dutch asked.

Hosea sat down, “truth is Dutch I don't know.”

Izzy rolled her eyes, “I knew you should have let me go, now we have no money and no sapphire!”

Hosea shook his head, “Nathaniel left me a message, almost in code. Saying he wouldn’t see me again as he expected me and our cousin to be travelling. He’s written to our cousin in Rhodes.”

Dutch began to chuckle, “you and your brother Hosea, you are both really alike.”

Hosea frowned, “what do you mean?”

Dutch smiled, “you’ll see!”

Dutch spent the next half an hour, talking to Arthur about potential new locations for their camp. Arthur and John rode off together, to check out a potential location. In the meantime Dutch chivvied everyone along to get everything packed up.

The plan was for everyone to head to the new camp, then Dutch would explain what Hosea’s brother had done.

Everyone else was still confused, it appeared that only Dutch knew what was going on. Hosea had a sneaking suspicion that he liked it that way.

Izzy was a little upset at the potential loss of the sapphire, although Dutch did try to put her mind at ease, albeit not very successfully.

Arthur returned to Clemens point some time later, and guided the rest of the gang, towards the new camp. Making sure to give Rhodes a wide berth, at the behest of Josiah. The last thing they needed was to be set upon by Pinkerton agents.

As the convoy of wagons approached the new camp, almost everyone let out gasps of delight.

The last time they had a proper roof over their head, was up in the mountains. Now as they approached the large old plantation house of Shady Belle, they would be able to dispense with the tents, well most of them anyway.

Dutch couldn’t help but smile to himself when he saw the look of joy on Izzy’s face. For the time being, she had forgotten the potential loss of the sapphire. Dutch, however was pretty sure that the sapphire hadn’t been lost.

That evening, once they had made the old plantation house into a camp, Dutch held court in one of the rooms upstairs. It was a largish sitting room, and it adjoined the room that Dutch had assigned to himself and Izzy.

Sitting in the room was himself, Hosea, Josiah, Arthur and Izzy.

“I know you’re all a little worried,” Dutch began, “one minute we have an emerald worth three hundred thousand dollars. Then the next minute we have nothing.”

Izzy was about to complain about the fact that she should have been allowed to take it, but Dutch held up his hand.

“I know Hosea trusted his brother, and I trusted him too,” Dutch hesitated, “I still do.”

Izzy and Arthur both frowned.

Dutch chuckled, “I once said to Nathaniel, if there was anything he needed, then he should send a letter to Tacitus Kilgore. Apparently he’s sent a letter to Hosea’s cousin in Rhodes!”

“Hosea doesn’t have a...” Arthur began, then the penny dropped.

Dutch chuckled again, “Pinkertons are out and about in Rhodes. They probably intercepted the letter which Nathaniel sent to his office.”

Hosea smiled, “he never mentioned the name of the cousin.”

Dutch looked over at Josiah. “I need you to go to Rhodes, collect any mail for Tacitus Kilgore, and bring it back here.”

Josiah nodded, “the station clerk is a friend of mine, I’ll be in and out before the Pinkertons are any wiser.”

Izzy frowned, “Do you think he managed to trade it, and has sent the money, or do you think he’s just returned the Sapphire?”

Dutch smiled, “as with all the treasure you hunt my dear, you’re just gonna have to wait to find out!”

The following morning, Josiah left Shady Belle, leaving the rest of them on tenterhooks. None of them knowing if Nathaniel's letter had made it to the Rhodes post office, without being intercepted by the Pinkertons. If it had made it, they had no idea what was inside. All they knew is that Nathaniel had given them two weeks. Once Nathaniel returned, they were pretty sure the Pinkertons would turn up in St. Denis. If they were going to leave from St. Denis, it would have to be before Nathaniel returned.

Josiah had decided the safest option would be to catch the train from St. Denis to Rhodes. He would just appear to be another traveller. That way he could also avoid the sheriff. He’d already had a run in with him, and it was likely that the Sheriffs office would be the first port of call for any Pinkertons, even if the man was a first class idiot.

Josiah was relieved to find that the Pinkertons weren’t keeping too close an eye on the train station. When Josiah arrived he found his friend and contact, Alden standing there as usual.

“Josiah, now probably isn't a good time for any tips,” he whispered conspiratorially.

Josiah smiled, as one of the ‘discouraged men’, Alden would regularly supply either Josiah or Arthur with tips on well laden stage coaches.

Josiah touched the side of his nose, “I’m just collecting mail for a friend today Alden. Anything for...” Josiah lowered his voice, “Tacitus Kilgore.”

Alden rummaged under the counter, and pulled out a package and a letter.

Josiah figured it was too small to be a package of money, so he guessed that Nathaniel had returned the Sapphire.

Josiah smiled, “and you better give me a ticket for the next train to St. Denis.”

He passed Alden more than the cost of the fare.  

As Alden passed him the ticket, he smiled and winked, “keep the change!”

[icanbeyourgenie]

straight from the tortured poets department

[sknews7]

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[likeafairytale]

"What do you do with the money?" - a suspicious Yasmeen to Achilles

❛I gamble more. Some people would say I have a gambling problem.❜

Achilles thought he was funny, but Yasmeen did not smile or laugh, which made him pout a little. Looking at the young woman, he did not move from under the tree he was sitting with his book, and she did not come closer to him. She was at a fair distance, and the demigod could tell that she did not like being to close to people, knowing what he observed the past few days, he could understand why. His eyes on her, he saw how wary she was of him, and he would felt a bit offended, if he did not know why she was like that. Indeed, a few days ago, the man successfully stole money from Rhys and Xanthe, without their knowledge. It wasn't surprising to him, Achilles was a master thief, but what was surprising was that Yasmeen caught him. She did not tell anything, she did not make him return the money, but they made eye contact, and he could see the disapproval in her brown eyes. If he cared a little, he would have felt ashamed about that. But he did not care, plus he knew they weren't good people, so why should he have remorse?

His eyes still on Yasmeen, he examined her; she looked familiar. He knew he already saw her somewhere, but he couldn't recall where, which was frustrating. Achilles had such a good memory, and yet, since he arrived at the Seelie Court, he seemed to lack of memory. First with Nathaniel Blackwater, and now with Yasmeen. Why do both of them seemed so familiar, as if he met them before? Why did he dream of them in impossible scenarios? He did not know, but he was dying to found out.

Yasmeen looked away, and he noticed only now how creepy he must be, to look at her so intensely. She must feel uncomfortable, and too used of not saying anything, the only way she found to make him understand was looking somewhere else. Shaking his head, the young man sigh a little before, once again, shrugging.

❛The human world.❜ He suddenly said, bringing back Yasmeen's attention on him. ❛Thereis a lot of people in need there. I go to the human world and give some money to the poor. I feed the youngest.❜

❛You use the money on other people?❜ She asked a bit taken aback, although she tried to not show it, the tone of her voice betrayed her. Achilles felt very much offended by that.

❛I do not use it to get richer, if that's what you were thinking.❜ The demigod answered a bit irritated, but he tried his best to not show it too much. ❛I couldn't care less about my own profit, I'm quite content with my situation, believe it or not.❜

❛Why?❜ Yasmeen questioned, and this time, she showed how surprised she was. It was Achilles turn to be taken aback by her words now. ❛Why don't you keep all the money for you?❜ She asked, but Achilles did not answer. He did not have the time, to be honest, Yasmeen's brain was working, and she put the pieces together, before he could even say anything: ❛Because you were at their place once. You grew up in the street, don't you?❜

Once again, the demigod said nothing. She was observant, he had to admit that. This time, it was he who looked away, not being able to support the young woman's gaze on him. His past wasn't something he liked to dwell on, to be honest, it was quite blurry at the moment, always had been, he did not know why. He could remember a lot of things, but not his past, although, he knew he did not have the best of childhood. Maybe he did live in the street, maybe it was an orphanage, but Achilles saw those places, and orphanage or street, there were no differences in his eyes. He knew that whatever he lived in his childhood, it shaped him to be the vigilante he was today, and he wasn't mad about it. After a few minutes, he sighed and shrugged. His eternal childish smile on his face, he looked back at Yasmeen who was still looking at him, probably trying to read him.

❛I did not have a good childhood, you can say that.❜ He finally admitted, and he realized it was the first time he told that to someone. ❛I just don't like injustice. Why are they all organizing balls for the stupidest reasons, when some people struggle to have food in their table? That's unfair. Yes, I keep some money, because quite frankly, I need it too, but most of it goes to people who truly benefit from it.❜

❛That's honourable.❜

❛That's what they should do.❜ She said nothing to that, surely because she knew he was right. ❛You didn't tell on me. You could have, you would have been in their good grace for sure, but you didn't. Why?❜

❛All these people have too much money anyway. I won't stop you.❜

❛Good to know.❜

❛As long as you don't steal anything from the princess Calypso.❜

❛Oh, now you are spoiling all the fun!❜ He said with amusement, but just as previously, she did not find it funny. ❛She has this gorgeous diamond necklace, I can at least steal that.❜

❛That's her favourite one, I won't let you take it.❜ She was firm, and he knew he couldn't argue. After all she was nice enough to not tell on him, he should push his luck.

❛Such a waste, though.❜

❛Princess Calypso is different. She will help if you as-❜

❛I won't ask for charity to those people.❜

❛Then princess Calypso is out of the question.❜

❛What if I gamble with her and I win?❜

❛You're trying to find loophole.❜

❛That's one of my speciality.❜ He joked and winked at her. Yasmeen was unfazed.

After a while, Achilles stood up, took his bag and gave one apple to Yasmeen. The girl seemed confused by his action, and it took him insisting for her to take the fruit. She looked at it af if it was the most peculiar thing she ever saw in her life, before looking at the young man in front of her.

❛I can't eat anything from the fae kingdom.❜

❛That's from the human world. I don't like their fruits here, they taste weird. Keep it.❜

❛Why?❜

❛You look familiar.❜ He finally admitted to her, and he could see surprise in her eyes. ❛I feel like I meet you before.❜

❛If that was true, I would have remember it. You seem like the kind of man you can't forget easily.❜

❛Thank you.❜

❛It wasn't really a compliment.❜

❛I take that as such anyway.❜ He laughed and shruggled. For the first time, he saw the outline of a smile on her face, and he was proud of him. ❛I know you cannot leave the place, not without your little princess, if you want I can bring you some food.❜

❛Why would you do that?❜ Now she was back at being suspicious, and deep down he couldn't blame her.

❛Because I am a nice person. And because between outsiders we have to stick together, don't we?❜

❛... I suppose you're right.❜

❛You are fun to be around, Yasmeen. A bit too wary in my taste, but still.❜

❛Thank you for the apple.❜

❛You know what they say: an apple a day keeps the doctor away.❜

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( bob morley, he/they ) — hold on, was that nathaniel aguinaldo ? i heard that they do believe in the blackwater creeper and all the stories that come from the bayou. either way here in town they’re known to be rather proficient & charming but also despondent & addictive. not unusual coming from a twenty - nine year old who’s lived in blackwater for his whole life and who works as a fisherman, tour guide and camping tour guide. ( nic, 21, he/him, cst )

* well, well, well. if it isn’t NATHANIEL AGUINALDO. the locals will be happy to see your face floating around blackwater this summer! be sure to go over the checklist and have your account sent in within twelve hours! and don’t forget to stay away from the bayou after dark. BOB MORLEY is now taken!

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welcome to the war atticus greyback & elijah blackwater. the faces of nathaniel buzolic and matthew daddario are now taken! please look over our checklist and don’t forget to send your account in.

*special note: this player has an acceptance extension due to being away

Nathaniel buzolic, he/him ♔ look it's Atticus Greyback the prince (heir apparent) of the vampires. did you hear? they look 26 but are something around 950. it’s said that they can be persuasive & charismatic, but they’re also arrogant & devious. i wouldn’t want to mess with them.  ( amii, 23, gmt, she/her )

Mathew daddario, he/him ♙ look it's Elijah Blackwater from valgerik. did you hear? they look 28 but do you think that’s how old they actually are? i’m told they work as a security guard. it’s said that they can be proactive & determined, but they’re also confrontational & sarcastic. i wouldn’t want to mess with them. some say that they do like the royal family.

[icanbeyourgenie]

I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster 'Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster

[icanbeyourgenie]

We'll pay the price I guess

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ I can read! Just not very well. Words swirl on a page for me. ” – Achilles to Nathaniel

Nathaniel could feel he raised a sensitive issue. He didn't mean to, it happened on accident. Three days together and the two men didn't experiment one dull moment, until Nathaniel asked questions about surgery, and one particularly heavy book. It became clear quite quickly that Achilles had troubles reading the words and relied heavily on the pictures. And for some reason, he seemed ashamed about it. Nathaniel didn't see why - any man who could do what Achilles could do with a scalpel should be proud.

“But I have a very good memory. Read me a book once and I memorize it quite easily.”

It broke Nathaniel's heart to see the surgeon try to compensate. He could only guess how many people made fun of this particularity. And he didn't know why he cared that much, but he did.

“Well, I'm afraid I won't be really useful here. I never finish a book. Not unless my Father is forcing me to. And even then, it's pure torture.”

Achilles seemed intrigued. “You have trouble reading too?”

“Not reading, no. Just staying focused. Books are too long, my mind plays tricks on me. No matter how hard I try to stay focused, it just becomes too... boring. I can't help but doing something else. That's why I love poetry the most. It's way shorter.”

Achilles looked at him, and Nate would give anything to know what was going on in his head. They were both seated on a couch, not far away from the table where Nate's victim died, but it was almost forgotten. They were very close. Almost touching, really. Every single one of Nate's senses tingled at this proximity. He wanted to be even closer.

“I...” Nate cleared his throat. “My Father always took this at impertinence, but I just feel like I can't control my brain sometimes. You know?”

“Yes. I do...”

“Look, I don't know what people told you, but I think you're brillant. Really, really brillant. And interesting. Even if there's so much I want to know about you. It's just... Not being able to-”

Nathaniel would've continued to babble if he wasn't stopped by the sudden but welcomed feeling of Achilles' lips against his. His brain completely froze. Achilles must've taken it like a rejection, because he stepped back, looking ashamed.

“I'm... Sorry, I thought... I thought I saw a sign, I probably mistaken it...”

He started to get up, but Nathaniel grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, making Achilles land half on top of him. They looked at each other for a second before their lips joined on her own accord.

It was not a quick and light kiss. Quite the opposite. Nathaniel didn't understand how someone he met so little time ago made him feel the way he did, but he welcomed it anyway. His entire body was on fire, butterflies dancing in his stomach. He only stopped when he realized he already had his hand under Achilles' shirt.

“Wait.” He said as he pulled back, and enjoyed more that he'd admit the sound of protest coming from Achilles' lips. “I'm very bad with timing. Are we going too fast?”

“We met three days ago so I'd say yeah. Definitely.”

It didn't stop Achilles from picking up the kiss where they left it, and all thoughts left Nathaniel's head.