#v. undetermined

[gcverncr]

"The hell you starin' at?" { From my Hector because AAAAAAA- }

no meme.

"Me starin'? YOU'RE starin'. Starer."

[burdenedreverence]

How things seemed to always change for the worse, when it came to Hayden's destiny.

"Listen here, shit-stain, I don't care how big you are. Give us your paperwork or else."

Threats made to Hayden could often be overlooked, few people posed true danger to him. Was that arrogance to think? No. It was a simple truth, one that was backed up by a lifetime. At times he could allow the poor manners of a hooligan to unanswered, it wasn't like they could stop him.

His hand moved with speed that betrayed his size, fingers closing around the jaw and mouth of the man. His vicelike grip tense as he raised the man into the air with an arm, their legs kicking as they tried to resist Hayden. Their hands going to grasp at the thick arm of the soldier-warrior.

"Preying upon weary travelers is a dangerous profession." He'd remark dryly, raising the man higher in the air until he was several feet off the ground to the astonishment of his compatriots. The absurdity of the situation giving them all pause, to which Hayden used by taking a step to the side. His arm would tense as he began to fling the body of the robber towards his allies, causing them to crash onto one another tumbling to the ground like a set of bowling pins.

Hayden smiled, a thin thing, at the display.

That smile soon faded as his head turned, to stare at the stranger who had been watching. What the fuck was he? A sideshow for the viewing pleasure of people?

"You trying to step up too?"

@soulsbetrayed

[burdenedreverance]

"Have you stood in your homeland with it soaked in the blood of your countrymen? Ten thousand men, died or wounded. Bleeding out in mud, choking on soiled water. I was a boy. I was boy killing other boys. Killing men."

"I do not regret it. However, my soul is tainted. I shall never know peace."

[airxn]

@foxlich inquired – i don't have time for games, airin.

" 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, " the shifter snickers. Airin flicks his hand back, waving off his companion's buzzkill attitude. Turning, he mutters under his breath, " Or well, not entirely... "

He pops off the lock on the red shipping crate and discards the bolt cutters with a lame toss. The doors creak open, revealing an unextraordinary box stacked onto an unextraordinary box. Yet Airin's pupils constrict, becoming brighter in the low light as he scans the boxes.

" There's not a lotta' guards, so what's the harm in being risky? All we're lookin' for is some fancy, special Rolex and then we'll bounce! " His clawed thumb tries to wedge a box open for a peek. " Besides, if we get caught... what's suspicious about two animals lurkin' around? "

[empcrer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬 an inquisitive brow at @doedsdans. " I've never come across one so willing to learn about the tadpoles... " Especially with the history of his kind. Still, he won't retreat from a potential recruitment– illithids remain superior in every way.

" Tell me... what intrigues you about Ceremorphosis? "

[soulatsiege]

" try to be a bit more enthusiastic, will you? " - Percy @lightning-arias

Stannis gritted his teeth and harshened his palms, trying to focus on the kid's young age and how he was not the guy who gave the order. Whenever pantheons mixed, it would devolve in increasingly weird dick-measuring contests... Again, he told himself, it was not the boy's fault.

"I don't know if you can tell, but I'm old enough to have had quests assigned." And he would never go against duty, which is why he was hearing the boy out. "And I know damn well there is nothing enthusiastic about them."

[burdenedreverence]

“What in tarnation…”

[burdenedreverance]

“It is hardly rewarding, and it is never easy, to do the right thing. But at the end of the day, it is the only thing worth doing.”

[desiredpower]

Of all the questions he had been expecting, that had not been one of them. At least not from someone that didn't look that much older than he currently did. Tom found himself hesitating briefly before answering.

"Actually, I have." Over six decades ago, or was it seven by now? The way time passed still felt wrong to him now that he was free from the diary. "Your eyes look awfully familiar. Mind telling me your name?"

There is some relief that comes, allowing him to actually look back at him with mismatched eyes. A brief pause follows however, not sure how to answer his question. He couldn’t really find a good answer, since he wasn’t even sure why they felt familiar.

“You wouldn’t have been in any orphanages when you were younger. Have you?” He finally says, assuming that would be the only place they could have met. @desiredpower

[airxn]

𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 over a carved stone! A few times he fumbles– tripping over his paws and lands on his face, but..... he gets back up! And does it again and again!

[woodblxssomcrowned]

Open

"So..." She idly let's her kunai swing back and forth, loop around her finger, her chin resting in her other hand.

"Would you love me if I were a worm?"

[burdenedreverence]

“ooohhh ― ive never seen you before scarry ―” the small lieutenant exclaims in her normal, cheerful voice. she stares up at him. “you seen strong, kenny would love to fight with you.ᐟ”

"Well, you let him to know I'll be right here when he's ready to learn how us westerner's get down." He gives a thin smile to the young girl, before reaching into his pocket to reveal a plastic wrap jawbreaker.

"Now get on, I has' work to do."

[burdenedreverence]

"Of course, I am. And you are too. So, get yur' head out of your ass and come home."

Some things could not be easily described or fit neatly within the box that life wanted to oh so often do. Neither of them held lives which made things easy, in fact it seemed everything was difficult between the two of them. Her touch along his scars, grotesque and a twisted reflection of the handsome face he should have, causes his eyes to close.

His eyes open slowly to look at her, so much conveyed in his emerald irises. Nothing is said as he reaches out towards her wrist and takes it, gingerly, between those callous fingers of his.

"Yur' stuck with me. Deal with it."

❛  there's no length i wouldn't go if it was you i had to save.  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. // @burdenedreverence

"Hayden, don't be ridiculous, you're..."

She's not sure what she wants to call him. A fool? Amazing? An idiot? The best man she knows? Stupid for thinking she couldn't save herself? Because she can, she'd have to. Because no one would come to save her, men like him should save princesses trapped in towers, not girls like her with a sword for a tongue and the inability to properly voice how they really feel. Mari reaches out for him, tracing a finger delicately along a scar.

He makes her feel soft. Unbearably so.

She can't quite bring herself to let the moment hang, in fear of some kind of awkward silence, so instead she pulls back, reluctantly.

"You're impossible."

[nitronapalm]

"Touch those fuckin' cookies and your hand is fuckin' forfeit."

[burdenedreverance]

"Greetings." He said with dark red eyes. He was currently blood starved and he smelled the other's blood strongly.

(From Crest)

The stench of blood clung to Hayden in a way which transcended the human senses. There was a taint to the soul of someone who took the life of another, no matter the reason. A weight which was felt more by those around them, then by themselves.

He does not look up as his fingers work a knife which reflects the light of the campfire he is at, the knife makes quick work of the skin of an animal. His hands are stained red as they grip loose skin and exposed flesh, in one motion he tears pelt from meat. He looks up, emerald eyes meeting reds.

"Greetings."

[sundestruct]

                 ❛           got room for me to join? second round is on me.           ❜

" .... I'm just going to drink."