"Taste my blade." @blade-dancing - Tumblr Blog

' diamond meme + reversed. '

◆ + reverse ’ for my muse to nibble/bite your muses neck.

He hadn’t seen the little Hunter for a very long time and he admitted that his attention might be a tiny bit forward. Not that she ever seemed to mind and if she did it wasn’t as if she would tolerate him so close. After all, she did have a very nasty knife should Aria decide to use it.

But he leaned down, making sure to crowd her in as he nipped along her neck. She was just as small as he remembered and for a minute Lysander wondered where she had traveled this time.

“Welcome back…staying this time?” He asked, nipping a little harder.

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Aria was looking over books on display, dressed in her normal attire. Usually she spent her shore-leave elsewhere, but she sort of missed this place, or someone. Of course someone she knew would find her, but she honestly didn't expect Lysander.

Chills went up and down her body, the warmth of his frame hovering around her while his lips nipped at her small neck in comparison to his. She could only manage a squeak at first as she leaned back into him, her hand squeezing around his,

"L-Lysander.. No-Well, yeah, I mean. I was injured so I have a little time off..." She stuttered and mentally cursed herself for it, her blue eyes side glancing him while he continued with his affection.

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“Ketch inbound, due north.”

“Thanks.” The Huntress perched in a tree with her sniper in hand, looking in the direction they were to be dropped off. She was sure to keep behind the brush of the tree and prepare herself to pick off the small ones as soon as they landed, “Take the other flank, keep an eye to see what they’re up to.”

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“Right,” Ariala whispered. “Let’s give them hell.”

She drew her Scout Rifle from its sling and moved silently along a chest-high rock formation, circling left around the squad of Fallen that had dropped from the Ketch. From what she could see, she counted at least fifteen.

“In position,” she whispered into the comms. “Looks like they’re tracking something. Not sure what. What do you see?”

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Her blue eyes through the scope, she could see them organizing something. She wondered if this was worth investigating or if they were better off just killing everything,

"They're loading something into a cave. A hideout, most likely." She replied quietly, "Its clear on your side, move in closer. I'll keep an eye on the captain."

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“I got the distress beacon, was that you?”- @ask-kadin-the-warlock

“No. I saw it too.”

Aria looked to the warlock and looked away towards the direction of the beacon, she wondered if she should just leave now that another guardian would take care of it. She was somewhat curious, though. “Another Guardian, I hope they’re okay, I also hope this isn’t a trap.”

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She moved as he did, keeping her eyes on the radar, it seemed eerie and like something would jump out at any moment. The hairs stood on the back of her neck but she kept forward, her gun at the ready she entered an entrance and moved down a dim hall,

"I don't notice anything. You?"

Just then there was movement, rubble being heard more deep in the building, Aria took a slow and deep breath.

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“What the hell is someone else doing in the middle of nowhere? No, I asked you first.”

Roman looked at the familiar guardian and squinted. “I asked you second. One of us is going to answer first, and it sure ain’t gonna be me, sweetheart,” he muttered, arms crossed.

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She watched him for a moment but continued to do what she was there for. Kneeling by one of the Kell she pulled out her ghost and let it scan at the corpse. She let out an amused huff at his retort, "We've sparred before, Roman. I think I've won each time. Then again the one time we were pretty drunk."

She took a sample from the corpse and placed it in a vial, she stood to her feet and went to the next, this time looking to see what they had at their belt.