We Came Like A Wave

aajentamuu

give me ᴀ ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ to prove ᴍ ʏ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴛ ʜ

of-many-words

being human

does n o t

make you {ω ɛ ɑ ƙ }

Big Red Riding Hood.

come on

c h a l l e n g e m e

I want to rip your throat out

of-many-words

they say the man to fear most is a man who has nothing to lose

i t ’ s a l i e

it is the man with the very last thing he holds dear left

prodiitus

{ ｍｏｔｈｅｒ } » are you w a т c н ι n g me ?

{ ｆａｔｈｅｒ } » are you p r o υ d of me ?

#ooc;#tbd;#i'm not feeling my muse rn

I was gonna do replies but then I was like nah

i don’t want ( apologies ) i want you on your knees, c h o k i n g on your own blood i want my name on your lips, begging:

—————- forgive me, forgive me, forgive me

do not tell me you are sorry — i will show you ’ sorry ‘.

#musings;#Q;

Those silver eyes looked down at the small pouch that landed on the table, then they drifted over to meet with Amir as she divulged the sum of it’s contents. Suddenly, the jester let out the most shrill, high pitched cackle a man could produce.

Between his laughs, he managed to speak, “Really? Only that much?” He quieted himself to quickly hiss, “You want to kill a man and you throw at me not even a room’s worth of change and two rocks?…” He cleared his throat, still quite a smile. “… and they say I joke too much.”

"Allow me to rephrase, then."

[ She pulls a dagger from her boot and stabs it into the table. She digs it into the wood and clenches her jaw. ]

"Ten gold, two rubies, and your life."

[ She sets her lips in a thin line, eyes narrowing back at him. Her fingers tap against the table impatiently. ]

"You aren't a high class informant. You are giving me a name. I think this is generous for a name."

[ When the bartender comes over to see what the fuss is about, she sits back again and apologizes, saying she should simply mind her temper. ]

"Because I’m going to kill him."

[ This was said very matter of factly, and not in the hushed casualty she uses when she talks business. She leans in closer, getting up close to his face. ]

"You know him. I can see it. I’m not stupid, jester, so do not treat me like I am."

The jester was taken aback by her bold statement. He leaned away, raising his hands as he let out a sudden anxious fit of chuckles.

"Oh!— What? No—no! I’m would never play any one like the fool. Not you! I was only curious, just interested… ignorant, I was.” He reached up to brush his right eye brow, “I know him…” he said slowly and firmly. “But I need adequate payment first.”

[ She leaned back, digging in her bag and producing a pouch. She tosses it onto the table in front of him, and the gold inside clinks together. ]

"Ten gold, two rubies. I think you'll find that adequate. Now, Jester, tell me what I need to know."

delegatedjusticiar

[ Amir loves these parties. As much as she's against what the Thalmor are and stand for and what they do, she loves their parties. To the untrained, or unobservant eye, she's just another dignitary from Hammerfell. Her dress is imported, her hair is pinned up, and she's so at ease with the other party guests. ]

[ Or at least she was at ease, until Razelan begins to harass her about how he's been cut off. Clearly she's trying not to cause a scene and let him down gently. ]

#delegatedjusticiar

When she described the scar and it’s location on the person’s face, the jester’s eyes lit up momentarily with realization. Soon they would relax as his silver irises wandered to look down at the table.

"I may know the name of the one you seek… But I wonder why you may require it?"

"Because I'm going to kill him."

[ This was said very matter of factly, and not in the hushed casualty she uses when she talks business. She leans in closer, getting up close to his face. ]

"You know him. I can see it. I'm not stupid, jester, so do not treat me like I am."

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The jester squirmed with a spark of excitement, he even let out a small giggle as he too leaned onto the table, his attention now fixed on his company.

"Oooh," he murmured, "A man in Markarth, you say?" Then he whispered sharply, his eyes narrowing to match his sly smile, "I may know him— what is he like?”

"He works for the silverbloods, I believe. Big burly nord man. He's got a scar from here--"

[ She points near her temple, and drags her finger down to her chin. ]

"To here. Blond hair. Brown eyes. Slightly shorter than you are. Honestly, if he's even still in Markarth, he's likely been dragged down to the prison by now."

“I cut myself quite regularly.” he muttered as he shifted in his seat, now looking a little uncomfortable. “Are you asking me for information or the other way around? I hate to admit— but I get easily confused.”

"And here I was trying to convince you that my business was legitimate."

[ She quirks a brow at him, leaning on the table with her elbows. ]

"I'm looking for a man in Markarth. I need his name."