#v; Embers in the Grate (pastverse)

[inionnarequiem]

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DIARY ENTRY || ACCPTING

Dear Diary,

There's a new face among the eastern block's party. Given her dour countenance and ramrod-straight posture, she could only be another 'Bielschmidt' or other. To think that damn wall actually split a city so much as to create a new being altogether. Truthfully, I didn't really pay her that much attention, but if the rumors from MI6 are to be heeded then her parts of town seem heavily involved with some unscrupulous groups. Fucking spy shit, can't be arsed honestly. My people are literally killing each other every damn day, if them secret commie spooks want to snoop around I hope they like the taste of a good old Irish welcome. I'd plant the bomb myself if it gave the lass a clear enough message to leave me the fuck alone. Hate to be so harsh on one so young, but the world ain't kind to new Reps anymore. No more kid's gloves to go around.

-Excerpt from the Diary of Victoria Maguire, year unknown, sometime during the overlapping years of the Cold War and the Troubles.

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✚ With Arthur, for the feels

Symbols // ACCEPTING

✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury. 

    [Lionheart]- A part him knew that he was never going to hear the end of it from MI6 when he returned to London, but when this bloody persistent woman ended up taking a bullet from friendly fire that was clearly meant for him, the gentlemanly part of him couldn’t ignore the fact and decided to carry her back to a safe place. Plus it was a gratifying feeling knowing her precious Stasi couldn’t quite succeed in taking him out this time around.

    He kept his eyes straight ahead as he carried her, one hand on the wound to stop the bleeding while the other supported her by the knees. If she struggled or protested, he ignored it. Perhaps they were at a war of intelligence, but he didn’t forget his good form. “Do your boys often shoot their own, or was this just a bad day all around?”

@lilyintheashes

[inionnarequiem]

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[inionnarequiem]

❝ It seems I’ll need to use something harsher than words to deal with you. ❞ - Charles.

DARK BROTHERHOOD || ACCEPTING

    [Uladh]- “Nothing you use against me will keep me down forever Walpole, and I’ve about had it with your empty threats and lording. If it’s a fight you’re looking for, then come looking for a fucking fight.” The hilt of her hidden knife rested just at the heel of her palm, ready to be thrown into the bastard’s knee the moment he put his fists up.

    She was done. She was livid. She was going to show this abandoned Roman bastard just what it was about her people that made him so afraid. Because that’s all he was, behind the pain and torture he ordered upon her; a scared, scarred brat in men’s clothing. ‘Victoria’ was sick of words herself, perhaps a bit of ‘Mave’s’ magic would teach this man a few manners. At the thought, her eyes glowed as the only warning he would get.

    “Though don’t expect this to be a fair one.” Her heart was racing, muscles tensing ready for action. All it would take is one move, one iota of an inch from him to set her off... 

    And then it would be a bloodbath.

@brittunculii