Kyrie Eleison

[ambrosiiius]

what do you guys think? should i bring merlin back?

[ambrosiiius]

treesprung:

                          “YES. WELL, I’M first of the trees. That carries a responsibility to the People to be guide and protector. That includes speaking with those others may not want to.” Daphne’s head tiled in barely-concealed wonder warring with experience-earned worry. “None of this explains your intentions.”

       “And if I have no intentions to explain?” She was close to laughter, looking the First of Trees over from head to tippy-toes. It had been a long time since Merlin had answered to anyone, but, since she was technically trespassing, she would be forthcoming. “I am Merlin, as close to the First of Witches as any could be, but carries none of the responsibility.”

[ambrosiiius]

startthestoryover:

Information, that was what had brought him there. The need to acquire some kind of records, something that could tell him where the graveyard was - his family had to be buried somewhere after all. Henry turned when the lady approached him, giving a brief smile before he spoke. “I’m looking for specific information, I am looking for any records there maybe about a graveyard…Or who was buried there.”

    Perhaps one or two had claimed the twist of her lips took on a sinister form. She could neither confirm nor deny such a claim. “Well, you certainly came to the right place, Mr. Mills.” She turned, heels clicking menacingly against marble floors. There was a time she could have summoned the information, bring it forth with nothing more than a twitch of her fingers, and her mouth pinched in annoyance for things that could not be. “How, exactly, does one lose a graveyard?”

[ambrosiiius]

S T A R T E R call

[ambrosiiius]

pazzodidio:

       He chuckled, oh he recognized that look. Not even god himself could extinguish that wild streak in this humble servant of his. “I think I should be careful, why so curious about my demons?”

      “I want to know if they were real,” sh said simply, accompanied b a shrug of one shoulder. “Or the hopes of a faithful man wanting to be tested.”

[ambrosiiius]

every time I get to write with @cavallon my muses get so happy

[ambrosiiius]

cavallon:

@ambrosiiius is being seen through the eyes of the falcon

        “Give it back! Ulfius gave me the name Merlin, you can’t have it too!”

          “Are you going to say that to every falcon in the sky then, too?”

[ambrosiiius]

cavallon:

@ambrosiiius is traveling by cart

         “Avalon sent me.” He said plainly. There was something wolfish in the way he carried himself. He was not one to give his loyalty easily and yet- he had already given it and would all too willingly give more if asked. No that wasn’t right he was eager to do it. 

            Avalon. Would that Isle never leave her in peace? The Sisters fell like a shadow, and she could never be sure what choices they had engineered. The sorceress stiffened, unwilling to trust this knight. “Avalon’s gifts often come with strings attached.”

[ambrosiiius]

cavallon:

@ambrosiiius stands before a high king

         “Don’t give me that look. I’m … hiding.” Not the most kingly of actions but then Arthur still didn’t feel like much of a king of anything. Or the son of someone like Uther. “How many more sisters can I have anyhow?”

          “Then how would you prefer I look at you, your majesty?” It was a tease and little else, but there was a downturn to her lips. She didn’t like this anymore than he did. Of course there would be family, those who wanted to use connections for power. She just hadn’t expected it all so suddenly. “I believe it is only the three.”

[ambrosiiius]

S T A R T E R call

[imckari-deactivated20181207]

assorted angst starters

“What happens when you die? What do we do then?”

“You look like shit.”

“You have to run. They’re looking for you.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“What did they do to you?” 

“I’ve got you.”

“Walk it off, sport.”

“Don’t be stupid. Let me help.”

“Trust me, I’ve been there.” 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone it was this bad?”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I am your friend. You’ve got me.”

“Are you lonely?” 

“Get the fuck out of here!”

“I guess this is goodbye.”

“I’ve been through worse.” 

“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

“Of course I’m pissed!” 

“Who did this?!”

“Why did you do this?”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me.” 

“Save it. You can hate me later.”

“You don’t need permission to cry. It’s okay.”

“Life isn’t fair.”

“You want to be a hero? Is that it?”

“I wasn’t meant to survive this.”

“You won’t survive.”

“Feel better?”

“We can’t go back to who we were before.”

“you lose someone?”

[ambrosiiius]

I'm home! Well..... I'm not in the ocean anymore. I'll legit be home tomorrow morning.

[ambrosiiius]

THIS JUST IN

I am still in the ocean.

[arrogantsuggestion]

You are the most dangerous person in the room. And the beauty is that none of them know it.

[ambrosiiius]

As you all may have been able to tell, I am currently not at home. My ship is underway doin some stuff and I haven’t had a whole lot of free time. Hopefully, tomorrow I will be able to get on at least for a little while.

[ambrosiiius]

I am so tired. I should have been asleep like two hours ago.

[ambrosiiius]

@startthestoryover

           There had been plenty of newcomers to Hyperion Heights since Victoria had begun her efforts to push out the residents. This man was different, she could feel it in her gut. And her instincts were never wrong. Perhaps this would be the man who would end all of this foolishness once and for all. Finally. Lips curled into a smile, arms folded across her chest. “You look as if you aren’t here simply to browse the shelves.”