PRAY I DON'T FIND YOU.

dragon age pirate oc. written by henri.

[ratguzzler-deactivated20181213]

its sea shanty time once again my fellow bastards of the ocean

[seventhbest-deactivated20190330]

i’ve never been second best. i’m not even seventh best. ind. vanya hargreeves of the umbrella academy. written by henri.

[bewareher]

beware, beware, the daughter of the sea. beware of me.  ind pirate oc. written by henri.

[bewareher]

@greymarch. 

‘ a grey warden and coming across us. terrible luck. ‘ 

crouching in front of him, the rain outside the cave beating a song that she seems to embody. her skull remains affixed and untouched by the water, face hardly touched by the rain and sea’s mist at all. with a small flick of her fingers, her crew continues their work, transporting everything they need, veils covering their faces to protect their identities as they flow past the cave’s entrance. 

cordelia sighs, tilting her head at him, hair sliding over her shoulder as she does so. ‘ what am i going to do with you? ‘

[bewareher]

definevictory‌.

her lips curl in an ugly snarl, though a bit of the fire is stolen from her when the woman before her lifts her chin. more than a little bit stupid she may be, but she likes to think she knows power when she sees it – there’s a whole lot before her, if she’s not reading the stranger wrong. part of her hopes that she is.

teeth grind together as she struggles to collect herself, still testing the bonds at her wrists. “what was the question again?” she asks, voice less level than she’s ever heard it; if she holds it together through the rest of this conversation, even she will be surprised. “before did i stutter, i mean.”

this is of no surprise. the ocean quells and dominates fire in a way nothing else does. with the waves around her and her home’s wood under her feet, she’s absolutely in her element, and fire doesn’t often survive against her. whether the water slowly consumes the fire or she puts it out in a savage wave, it always dies under her palm. 

‘ what’s your use, darling? do i kill you right now or do you have anything to offer? ‘ it’s blunt, but her charm and soothing voice make it seems less daunting, though the promised threat is obvious. 

[bewareher]

definevictory‌.

she’s staring and she knows it, and she can’t even stop herself. eyes dip, trail over the tattoos exposed when the woman before her crouches and – oh, isana is going to say something stupid, she already knows it. 

there’s not enough sense in her still to keep her from baring her teeth, even bound with an unfamiliar hand at her throat. the carta’s probably already written her off; what does she have to lose? “you actually askin’ or just talkin’ to hear yourself talk?”

stupidity isn’t something she needs, and she’s got a full crew. despite being detained, she looks like she’s able to take care of herself well enough. vengeance doesn’t stir in her presence, so she’s not the worst sort of folk. 

a painted brow jumps, head tilting, fingers delicately lifting the woman’s chin as she does her best in an animalistic attempt at intimidation. ‘ did i stutter? ‘

[bewareher]

definevictory‌.

@bewareher!

the swaying of a ship beneath her feet isn’t unfamiliar, but she knows that this isn’t the meager ship the carta has afforded her. she plants her feet, jerks against the restraints as the burlap over her head is torn away and she squeezes her eyes shut against the sky on instinct. 

not the first time she’s gotten herself into something like this, probably won’t be the last.

isana grits her teeth, still testing the restraints as she’s shoved forward. “fuck you,” she snaps, eyes forced open as she bares her teeth at the nearest pirate. “i’ll fuckin’ kill all of y…..ou.”

once, she was the same, but her fight had the ferocity of a mountain lion. stepping up from below decks, the sun blankets her, making her silk black dress and hair shine almost as brightly as the water off the waves. at the sight of their bucking bronco, she grins. 

‘ shh --- shh, shh, ‘ she coos, getting close. pushing her dress aside at the thigh, crouching to be eye level and exposing her long, tattooed left leg. reaching out, cordelia gently brushes her knuckles against her neck, tilting her head while her grin softens into an almost loving smile. ‘ and what do we have with you? ‘

[bewareher]

beware, beware, the daughter of the sea. beware of me.  ind pirate oc. written by henri.

[kingofghosts]

Norse mythology:  Njörðr

Njörðr is a god among the Vanir. Njörðr, father of the deities Freyr and Freyja by his unnamed sister, was in an ill-fated marriage with the goddess Skaði, lives in Nóatún and is associated with the sea, seafaring, wind, fishing, wealth, and crop fertility.

[larndraws]

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