Fuwhar Harpy

[harpy-hawk]

Hawks,

To the greater people of the general public, they know him as Fuwhar's beloved face. Their favourite diplomat. To others, they call him "The eyes and ears of The Commission". But seeded in the right circles, he has earned himself a different epithet.

The Hawk. The Commission's personal executioner. Bird of prey that he is, he is a hunter by nature. And no one evades his ever keen eyes for long. His visual acuity near unrivaled, speed unmatched. Whispered harshly within the right nobles, the right influences, the right targets. Across oceans, he will chase, hounding on every step, death nipping at heel.

The Commission keeps their allies in an iron fist with a mere flutter of crimson feathers.

Always courteous, whether to prissy members of the court to beggars on the street. Only the best from Fuwhar's finest. Under the Commission's unyielding hand, under his talons, his unblinking gaze, they are put to ease, charmed until they are not.

Never lead a harpy to your nest. You may never know what it may take.

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[harpy-hawk]

For such a distrustful person, you'd think Dabi would be smart enough to keep the windows locked. Sure, it overlooked the street and there was virtually no way of entry barring the front door, or maybe the window just didn't lock. And it was also the middle of the day. Either way, it was the principle of the thing.

Not that he was complaining. It made sneaking in all the more easy. He couldn't see Dabi in the room, so he must have stepped out. Which was a shame, he would have liked to see him so peaceful again. But it was fine, he supposed, he was here to interrupt that peace anyhow. Leaving the window ajar, he turns to observe the room.

The room in itself was almost pitiful. Paint chipping in places, spiderwebs in the corners, the floor no doubt incredibly creaky. The ceiling exposed the rafters and the shoddy shingles. A bucket sat at the end of the bed, which wasn't much of a bed and more like a mattress laid on top a dias. A desk sat infront of the window, a single candle holder and barely a candle left in it sat on it.

He perches himself over the doorway, out of the way unless Dabi chose to look directly up. Talons digging groves into the wood of the rafter, creaking ominously under his weight, but holds fast. After that, he hunkers down and waits.

@definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

Dabi was hardly one to find himself spending evenings in a room, typically choosing to stay in the forests. Lying low was easy enough there. In the small settlements, it was risky, especially given how his record was.

While it wasn’t obvious to most he came across, his habits tended to bleed into his distrust of settlements. Already, humans feared an elf, especially one who seemed to have trouble following their every movement. Every town Dabi visited coincidentally became set ablaze by a dragon. That sort of thing hardly went unnoticed. He was a bad omen to towns.

At least this one seemed to accept his coin, giving him a few nights of boarding to at least rest in a half-decent bed. A bed he was somewhat excited about returning after stocking up on supplies.

Entering the room, Dabi was less suspicious than he should have been. He simply wanted to lie down, though he knew to at least pack everything he had bought away. His bag was big enough to carry everything, though it did grow tiresome to hold on long days on foot.

[harpy-hawk]

"You know," he drawls, as soon as the door is closed and Dabi infront of him. "you really should lock your windows. You never know who you might be inviting in."

He leans a little forward, hands anchored at his sides where bring red wings sprout, quite a bit longer than his arms, crimson red as the day they'd met. His hair was windswept, but in a weirdly artful way, shadowing molten gold pinpricks, slitted down the middle like an animal's. Lips curved into an amused smile.

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

The sudden words cause Dabi to whip around. His eyes are wide, and it’s like wisps of flames lick at his iris. His body is tense, ready to pick a fight with whatever being decided to enter his room.

The sight he was greeted with was not one he expected. It was odd to finally see the one who had been so carefully avoiding his gaze, staying hidden amongst the treetops. While he hadn’t fully anticipated to see the bird-brained fool in his very own room, he couldn’t say he was surprised to be followed.

Though, he did believe that he had been rather cautious in his travels.

[harpy-hawk]

Peeking down, leaned a little precariously forward, he tilts his head it's full rotation, truly just a 90° angle, and bares his teeth in a bright grin, fangs flashing in the light.

"Hello, Dabi." He cheeks, like the bird who got the mouse. "Missed me?" He asks, continuing without waiting for a response. "I certainly did! You've been rather busy I see."

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

“Not in the slightest.” Dabi snarled at the man, not a care for common courtesy. There was no purpose in the matter if Hawks was going to break into his room. While not impenetrable, it was still quite rude.

Where even did he go wrong? It was obvious enough that this man had reasons to track him. Perhaps Dabi should have been more cautious than he typically would be. Hawks had to be someone with a purpose to follow him. What grudges did the man hold?

[harpy-hawk]

"You know, I've been pretty busy myself. Fluttering around, doing this and that. You get it, don't you?" He starts, as if he hadn't spoken at all. Tone casual, unbothered, as if discussing the pleasant weather. He leans against the king post of the rafter, squinting up at the roof. "Anyways, I met a girl. And she told me some interesting things you've been up to."

Looking back down at him, he's no longer smiling. "Do you know what she told me?"

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

His eyes narrowed. He wanted to act like he had no clue what was being implied. That his crimes belonged to some dragon, not himself. After all, he did commit the crimes as a dragon. It would only be a half lie. “I don’t have a clue what she would have told you.”

He didn’t need to fight back just yet. He had no clue what some girl said about him. Perhaps it was nothing serious. That he had simply stolen some bread from her, and that was why she was going around telling people about him. Or perhaps it was one of the girls who had came onto him, despite his clear and expressed dislike of being flirted with by women.

[harpy-hawk]

"It was the strangest thing really," he says rather theatrically, making a show at tapping at his temple, as if incredibly confounded. "Tell me if any of this sounds familiar. What she tells me is that you've made some new friends since we last saw each other. A strange man donning a monochrome mask."

"My my Dabi you sure have been moving up haven't you?" He titters amusedly. "You've found yourself a mage friend! Just where did you discover this one, I wonder? With such power too."

It would explain the faint scent of magic he'd caught, atleast. Though something didn't quite line up right. Dark magic had the tendency to feel suitably foul and smell fouler. Then again, if it was only simple proximity, he wouldn't be able to sense it regardless. Just because Ms. Aster's captor was a practitioner of the dark arts did not necessarily mean he(?) was incapable of wielding other such magic either.

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

That didn’t sound accurate. Though, there were hundreds of people who he saw as he traveled. What did the person who gave him his power look like? That was something he didn’t recall. It had been quite some time since he met a mage. There were several people who he met in passing. Occasional meetings to discuss his family, or, rather, his father. People who promised to cause great harm to the evil man who ruled over the elves. All the faces blurred together after the years. It wasn’t like he needed their names.

“I can’t say I am aware of this meeting. I have come across my fair share of odd folk, but I believe I would know if I had befriended someone.” Especially a mage. People with power hardly wanted to befriend someone so destructive. Unless they wanted destruction themselves.

And if they wanted destruction, Dabi would decline. He worked for himself.

[harpy-hawk]

"Oh?" He perks up a little. This was getting increasingly interesting by the second. "Really? No other friendly faces to greet you? Except my own of course."

Tapping a taloned hand against the creaking wood, he tilts his head, slitted eyes meeting his with a strange sort of intensity. Subtly sniffing the air, he leans back against the king post in thought. He was fairly certain it was magic he smelled, but if not from this not-friend stranger to both of them apparently, then where did it come from?

Though it seemed to have lost it's potency some, or perhaps it was being purposefully disguised? Elves were rather known to be particularly magical beings too after all, he thinks to himself, finally spying the pointed ears. Hrm. It was entirely possible that Dabi was lying, of course, or that he was a mage too.

[harpy-hawk]

For such a distrustful person, you'd think Dabi would be smart enough to keep the windows locked. Sure, it overlooked the street and there was virtually no way of entry barring the front door, or maybe the window just didn't lock. And it was also the middle of the day. Either way, it was the principle of the thing.

Not that he was complaining. It made sneaking in all the more easy. He couldn't see Dabi in the room, so he must have stepped out. Which was a shame, he would have liked to see him so peaceful again. But it was fine, he supposed, he was here to interrupt that peace anyhow. Leaving the window ajar, he turns to observe the room.

The room in itself was almost pitiful. Paint chipping in places, spiderwebs in the corners, the floor no doubt incredibly creaky. The ceiling exposed the rafters and the shoddy shingles. A bucket sat at the end of the bed, which wasn't much of a bed and more like a mattress laid on top a dias. A desk sat infront of the window, a single candle holder and barely a candle left in it sat on it.

He perches himself over the doorway, out of the way unless Dabi chose to look directly up. Talons digging groves into the wood of the rafter, creaking ominously under his weight, but holds fast. After that, he hunkers down and waits.

@definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

Dabi was hardly one to find himself spending evenings in a room, typically choosing to stay in the forests. Lying low was easy enough there. In the small settlements, it was risky, especially given how his record was.

While it wasn’t obvious to most he came across, his habits tended to bleed into his distrust of settlements. Already, humans feared an elf, especially one who seemed to have trouble following their every movement. Every town Dabi visited coincidentally became set ablaze by a dragon. That sort of thing hardly went unnoticed. He was a bad omen to towns.

At least this one seemed to accept his coin, giving him a few nights of boarding to at least rest in a half-decent bed. A bed he was somewhat excited about returning after stocking up on supplies.

Entering the room, Dabi was less suspicious than he should have been. He simply wanted to lie down, though he knew to at least pack everything he had bought away. His bag was big enough to carry everything, though it did grow tiresome to hold on long days on foot.

[harpy-hawk]

"You know," he drawls, as soon as the door is closed and Dabi infront of him. "you really should lock your windows. You never know who you might be inviting in."

He leans a little forward, hands anchored at his sides where bring red wings sprout, quite a bit longer than his arms, crimson red as the day they'd met. His hair was windswept, but in a weirdly artful way, shadowing molten gold pinpricks, slitted down the middle like an animal's. Lips curved into an amused smile.

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

The sudden words cause Dabi to whip around. His eyes are wide, and it’s like wisps of flames lick at his iris. His body is tense, ready to pick a fight with whatever being decided to enter his room.

The sight he was greeted with was not one he expected. It was odd to finally see the one who had been so carefully avoiding his gaze, staying hidden amongst the treetops. While he hadn’t fully anticipated to see the bird-brained fool in his very own room, he couldn’t say he was surprised to be followed.

Though, he did believe that he had been rather cautious in his travels.

[harpy-hawk]

Peeking down, leaned a little precariously forward, he tilts his head it's full rotation, truly just a 90° angle, and bares his teeth in a bright grin, fangs flashing in the light.

"Hello, Dabi." He cheeks, like the bird who got the mouse. "Missed me?" He asks, continuing without waiting for a response. "I certainly did! You've been rather busy I see."

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

“Not in the slightest.” Dabi snarled at the man, not a care for common courtesy. There was no purpose in the matter if Hawks was going to break into his room. While not impenetrable, it was still quite rude.

Where even did he go wrong? It was obvious enough that this man had reasons to track him. Perhaps Dabi should have been more cautious than he typically would be. Hawks had to be someone with a purpose to follow him. What grudges did the man hold?

[harpy-hawk]

"You know, I've been pretty busy myself. Fluttering around, doing this and that. You get it, don't you?" He starts, as if he hadn't spoken at all. Tone casual, unbothered, as if discussing the pleasant weather. He leans against the king post of the rafter, squinting up at the roof. "Anyways, I met a girl. And she told me some interesting things you've been up to."

Looking back down at him, he's no longer smiling. "Do you know what she told me?"

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

His eyes narrowed. He wanted to act like he had no clue what was being implied. That his crimes belonged to some dragon, not himself. After all, he did commit the crimes as a dragon. It would only be a half lie. “I don’t have a clue what she would have told you.”

He didn’t need to fight back just yet. He had no clue what some girl said about him. Perhaps it was nothing serious. That he had simply stolen some bread from her, and that was why she was going around telling people about him. Or perhaps it was one of the girls who had came onto him, despite his clear and expressed dislike of being flirted with by women.

[harpy-hawk]

"It was the strangest thing really," he says rather theatrically, making a show at tapping at his temple, as if incredibly confounded. "Tell me if any of this sounds familiar. What she tells me is that you've made some new friends since we last saw each other. A strange man donning a monochrome mask."

"My my Dabi you sure have been moving up haven't you?" He titters amusedly. "You've found yourself a mage friend! Just where did you discover this one, I wonder? With such power too."

It would explain the faint scent of magic he'd caught, atleast. Though something didn't quite line up right. Dark magic had the tendency to feel suitably foul and smell fouler. Then again, if it was only simple proximity, he wouldn't be able to sense it regardless. Just because Ms. Aster's captor was a practitioner of the dark arts did not necessarily mean he(?) was incapable of wielding other such magic either.

[harpy-hawk]

For such a distrustful person, you'd think Dabi would be smart enough to keep the windows locked. Sure, it overlooked the street and there was virtually no way of entry barring the front door, or maybe the window just didn't lock. And it was also the middle of the day. Either way, it was the principle of the thing.

Not that he was complaining. It made sneaking in all the more easy. He couldn't see Dabi in the room, so he must have stepped out. Which was a shame, he would have liked to see him so peaceful again. But it was fine, he supposed, he was here to interrupt that peace anyhow. Leaving the window ajar, he turns to observe the room.

The room in itself was almost pitiful. Paint chipping in places, spiderwebs in the corners, the floor no doubt incredibly creaky. The ceiling exposed the rafters and the shoddy shingles. A bucket sat at the end of the bed, which wasn't much of a bed and more like a mattress laid on top a dias. A desk sat infront of the window, a single candle holder and barely a candle left in it sat on it.

He perches himself over the doorway, out of the way unless Dabi chose to look directly up. Talons digging groves into the wood of the rafter, creaking ominously under his weight, but holds fast. After that, he hunkers down and waits.

@definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

Dabi was hardly one to find himself spending evenings in a room, typically choosing to stay in the forests. Lying low was easy enough there. In the small settlements, it was risky, especially given how his record was.

While it wasn’t obvious to most he came across, his habits tended to bleed into his distrust of settlements. Already, humans feared an elf, especially one who seemed to have trouble following their every movement. Every town Dabi visited coincidentally became set ablaze by a dragon. That sort of thing hardly went unnoticed. He was a bad omen to towns.

At least this one seemed to accept his coin, giving him a few nights of boarding to at least rest in a half-decent bed. A bed he was somewhat excited about returning after stocking up on supplies.

Entering the room, Dabi was less suspicious than he should have been. He simply wanted to lie down, though he knew to at least pack everything he had bought away. His bag was big enough to carry everything, though it did grow tiresome to hold on long days on foot.

[harpy-hawk]

"You know," he drawls, as soon as the door is closed and Dabi infront of him. "you really should lock your windows. You never know who you might be inviting in."

He leans a little forward, hands anchored at his sides where bring red wings sprout, quite a bit longer than his arms, crimson red as the day they'd met. His hair was windswept, but in a weirdly artful way, shadowing molten gold pinpricks, slitted down the middle like an animal's. Lips curved into an amused smile.

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

The sudden words cause Dabi to whip around. His eyes are wide, and it’s like wisps of flames lick at his iris. His body is tense, ready to pick a fight with whatever being decided to enter his room.

The sight he was greeted with was not one he expected. It was odd to finally see the one who had been so carefully avoiding his gaze, staying hidden amongst the treetops. While he hadn’t fully anticipated to see the bird-brained fool in his very own room, he couldn’t say he was surprised to be followed.

Though, he did believe that he had been rather cautious in his travels.

[harpy-hawk]

Peeking down, leaned a little precariously forward, he tilts his head it's full rotation, truly just a 90° angle, and bares his teeth in a bright grin, fangs flashing in the light.

"Hello, Dabi." He cheeks, like the bird who got the mouse. "Missed me?" He asks, continuing without waiting for a response. "I certainly did! You've been rather busy I see."

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

“Not in the slightest.” Dabi snarled at the man, not a care for common courtesy. There was no purpose in the matter if Hawks was going to break into his room. While not impenetrable, it was still quite rude.

Where even did he go wrong? It was obvious enough that this man had reasons to track him. Perhaps Dabi should have been more cautious than he typically would be. Hawks had to be someone with a purpose to follow him. What grudges did the man hold?

[harpy-hawk]

"You know, I've been pretty busy myself. Fluttering around, doing this and that. You get it, don't you?" He starts, as if he hadn't spoken at all. Tone casual, unbothered, as if discussing the pleasant weather. He leans against the king post of the rafter, squinting up at the roof. "Anyways, I met a girl. And she told me some interesting things you've been up to."

Looking back down at him, he's no longer smiling. "Do you know what she told me?"

[harpy-hawk]

For such a distrustful person, you'd think Dabi would be smart enough to keep the windows locked. Sure, it overlooked the street and there was virtually no way of entry barring the front door, or maybe the window just didn't lock. And it was also the middle of the day. Either way, it was the principle of the thing.

Not that he was complaining. It made sneaking in all the more easy. He couldn't see Dabi in the room, so he must have stepped out. Which was a shame, he would have liked to see him so peaceful again. But it was fine, he supposed, he was here to interrupt that peace anyhow. Leaving the window ajar, he turns to observe the room.

The room in itself was almost pitiful. Paint chipping in places, spiderwebs in the corners, the floor no doubt incredibly creaky. The ceiling exposed the rafters and the shoddy shingles. A bucket sat at the end of the bed, which wasn't much of a bed and more like a mattress laid on top a dias. A desk sat infront of the window, a single candle holder and barely a candle left in it sat on it.

He perches himself over the doorway, out of the way unless Dabi chose to look directly up. Talons digging groves into the wood of the rafter, creaking ominously under his weight, but holds fast. After that, he hunkers down and waits.

@definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

Dabi was hardly one to find himself spending evenings in a room, typically choosing to stay in the forests. Lying low was easy enough there. In the small settlements, it was risky, especially given how his record was.

While it wasn’t obvious to most he came across, his habits tended to bleed into his distrust of settlements. Already, humans feared an elf, especially one who seemed to have trouble following their every movement. Every town Dabi visited coincidentally became set ablaze by a dragon. That sort of thing hardly went unnoticed. He was a bad omen to towns.

At least this one seemed to accept his coin, giving him a few nights of boarding to at least rest in a half-decent bed. A bed he was somewhat excited about returning after stocking up on supplies.

Entering the room, Dabi was less suspicious than he should have been. He simply wanted to lie down, though he knew to at least pack everything he had bought away. His bag was big enough to carry everything, though it did grow tiresome to hold on long days on foot.

[harpy-hawk]

"You know," he drawls, as soon as the door is closed and Dabi infront of him. "you really should lock your windows. You never know who you might be inviting in."

He leans a little forward, hands anchored at his sides where bring red wings sprout, quite a bit longer than his arms, crimson red as the day they'd met. His hair was windswept, but in a weirdly artful way, shadowing molten gold pinpricks, slitted down the middle like an animal's. Lips curved into an amused smile.

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

The sudden words cause Dabi to whip around. His eyes are wide, and it’s like wisps of flames lick at his iris. His body is tense, ready to pick a fight with whatever being decided to enter his room.

The sight he was greeted with was not one he expected. It was odd to finally see the one who had been so carefully avoiding his gaze, staying hidden amongst the treetops. While he hadn’t fully anticipated to see the bird-brained fool in his very own room, he couldn’t say he was surprised to be followed.

Though, he did believe that he had been rather cautious in his travels.

[harpy-hawk]

Peeking down, leaned a little precariously forward, he tilts his head it's full rotation, truly just a 90° angle, and bares his teeth in a bright grin, fangs flashing in the light.

"Hello, Dabi." He cheeks, like the bird who got the mouse. "Missed me?" He asks, continuing without waiting for a response. "I certainly did! You've been rather busy I see."

[harpy-hawk]

For such a distrustful person, you'd think Dabi would be smart enough to keep the windows locked. Sure, it overlooked the street and there was virtually no way of entry barring the front door, or maybe the window just didn't lock. And it was also the middle of the day. Either way, it was the principle of the thing.

Not that he was complaining. It made sneaking in all the more easy. He couldn't see Dabi in the room, so he must have stepped out. Which was a shame, he would have liked to see him so peaceful again. But it was fine, he supposed, he was here to interrupt that peace anyhow. Leaving the window ajar, he turns to observe the room.

The room in itself was almost pitiful. Paint chipping in places, spiderwebs in the corners, the floor no doubt incredibly creaky. The ceiling exposed the rafters and the shoddy shingles. A bucket sat at the end of the bed, which wasn't much of a bed and more like a mattress laid on top a dias. A desk sat infront of the window, a single candle holder and barely a candle left in it sat on it.

He perches himself over the doorway, out of the way unless Dabi chose to look directly up. Talons digging groves into the wood of the rafter, creaking ominously under his weight, but holds fast. After that, he hunkers down and waits.

@definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist

[definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist]

Dabi was hardly one to find himself spending evenings in a room, typically choosing to stay in the forests. Lying low was easy enough there. In the small settlements, it was risky, especially given how his record was.

While it wasn’t obvious to most he came across, his habits tended to bleed into his distrust of settlements. Already, humans feared an elf, especially one who seemed to have trouble following their every movement. Every town Dabi visited coincidentally became set ablaze by a dragon. That sort of thing hardly went unnoticed. He was a bad omen to towns.

At least this one seemed to accept his coin, giving him a few nights of boarding to at least rest in a half-decent bed. A bed he was somewhat excited about returning after stocking up on supplies.

Entering the room, Dabi was less suspicious than he should have been. He simply wanted to lie down, though he knew to at least pack everything he had bought away. His bag was big enough to carry everything, though it did grow tiresome to hold on long days on foot.

[harpy-hawk]

"You know," he drawls, as soon as the door is closed and Dabi infront of him. "you really should lock your windows. You never know who you might be inviting in."

He leans a little forward, hands anchored at his sides where bring red wings sprout, quite a bit longer than his arms, crimson red as the day they'd met. His hair was windswept, but in a weirdly artful way, shadowing molten gold pinpricks, slitted down the middle like an animal's. Lips curved into an amused smile.

[harpy-hawk]

For such a distrustful person, you'd think Dabi would be smart enough to keep the windows locked. Sure, it overlooked the street and there was virtually no way of entry barring the front door, or maybe the window just didn't lock. And it was also the middle of the day. Either way, it was the principle of the thing.

Not that he was complaining. It made sneaking in all the more easy. He couldn't see Dabi in the room, so he must have stepped out. Which was a shame, he would have liked to see him so peaceful again. But it was fine, he supposed, he was here to interrupt that peace anyhow. Leaving the window ajar, he turns to observe the room.

The room in itself was almost pitiful. Paint chipping in places, spiderwebs in the corners, the floor no doubt incredibly creaky. The ceiling exposed the rafters and the shoddy shingles. A bucket sat at the end of the bed, which wasn't much of a bed and more like a mattress laid on top a dias. A desk sat infront of the window, a single candle holder and barely a candle left in it sat on it.

He perches himself over the doorway, out of the way unless Dabi chose to look directly up. Talons digging groves into the wood of the rafter, creaking ominously under his weight, but holds fast. After that, he hunkers down and waits.

@definitely-not-a-wanted-arsonist

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇 ··· a collection of sworn oaths and rusted honour, the men and women who guard a city that would sooner forget them, loyalty that bleeds but never bends. genre: drama, romance, angst, medieval.

I didn't take this post for the glory. There is no glory in this.

I swore an oath before I knew what oaths cost. I have been paying ever since.

You should not be in this part of the city at this hour. I will not ask again.

My loyalty belongs to the crown. 

Stand down. All of you. I said stand down! 

I have kept this city's peace for fifteen years. You have undone me in fifteen days.

You come to me with this now. At this hour. With blood on your hands and no explanation.

The gate closes at sundown. You knew that. Why are you only arriving now?

There are things I have done in service of this city that I will not speak of. Not to you. Not to anyone.

Lower your voice. These walls remember everything said within them.

I have followed orders my entire life. I am looking at you and wondering, for the first time, what it would mean to refuse one.

You are not safe here. 

My men did not see you. As far as this watch is concerned you were never here tonight.

I have held this post through three rulers. I will not compromise it. Not even for you.

The city does not sleep. Neither do I. We have that in common, at least.

Tell me what you know and tell me quickly. I have neither time nor patience for half truths.

I understand sacrifice. What I do not understand is being asked to sacrifice you.

Nobody passes through this gate without my leave.

I have drawn this sword in service of causes I did not believe in. I will not draw it against you.

You ask me to look the other way. You do not know what you are asking.

A commander does not have the luxury of doubt. I have been doubting since the moment I met you.

The fog comes in heavy off the river at this hour. Stay close.

I know every shadow in this city. I know every place a person might hide. I will find who did this.

You should fear me. Most people do. The fact that you do not is either very brave or very foolish.

I have given this city everything it has asked of me. Tonight it is asking for something I cannot give.

My second will take the watch. You and I need to speak somewhere without ears in the walls.

The law is the law. I did not write it. I do not always agree with it. I enforce it nonetheless.

You, of all people, came to the barracks. What has happened?

I have seen men break under far less. You are still standing. That means something.

Do not mistake my silence for approval, boy. Do not mistake it for indifference either.

I was told you were trouble the day you arrived in this city. I should have listened.

A knight serves. That is the whole of it. Serve, protect, endure. I have never wanted more than that until now.

I have enemies in every quarter of this city. I will not have you become a target because of your association with me.

The order came from above me. I am not certain it came from a place I still respect.

Put the blade down. I am asking you as someone who does not wish to see you hanged.

There are two kinds of people in a city like this. Those who are protected and those who do the protecting. I have always known which one I am.

You should not trust me simply because I wear this cloak. Trust must be earned. Let me earn it.

I will not pretend the law bends for sentiment. I will also not pretend I am without sentiment where you are concerned.

My duty ends at that door. What happens beyond it is between you and whatever gods you keep.

You are asking me to betray everything I have built my life upon.

The city watch answers to the crown. I answer to the city watch. Tonight I find myself answering to something else entirely.

I have buried men I called brothers. I have mourned them quietly and moved on because the realm does not pause for grief.

I am not accustomed to being seen. Only to being obeyed.

Ride out at first light. Take nothing that marks you as known to me. I will follow when I can.

You remind me of something I gave up a long time ago.

I have protected this city from every threat that has come for it. I did not anticipate that the thing I most needed protecting from would walk through my own gate.

[harpy-hawk]

While Hawks is not looking at her, her eyes narrow for a moment, a predatory gleam shining for a moment in her eyes. There was something she had kept for herself. While she always tried to be a good person, she could be quite resentful sometimes. If Hawks or Sariel managed to trick her, she wouldn’t forget it. No matter if she gets trapped, or if it would take her a long time, she would make them pay for their actions. Eventually.

She looks back at Hawks, her gaze returning to normal.

“I’m not a cursed artifact-” She sighs. “Never mind.”

"Technically, you are." He counters. If he notices the intent attention, he makes no mention. Instead, he saunters right in, barely glancing around before setting the mirror down gently on a wooden table. "Don't worry about it, Ms. Aster, you're in good hands. Sariel may poke and prod but he's only curious. I promise he's harmless!"

Then, he turns, declaring at the ceiling. "I'll be leaving Ms. Aster in your care, do help her out, won't you? I can't imagine it being pleasant inside a mirror for so long."

Silence follows his call, but Hawks looks satisfied regardlesss. "Well then, that's my cue to go. Duty calls and all that." He says, waving an airy hand, turning to leave. "Be nice!"

[harpy-hawk]

She notices his efforts of calming her down and smiles back, though her smile shows how nervous she is.

“I will. I would like to talk to you as a person, not as a reflection. And, I have been told my tea brewing skills are quite good so I might surprise you.”

She leans closer to the limits of the glass.

“Fate may be cruel but I believe that with enough determination and hope, one might break the chains of destiny. I prefer to think nothing is impossible. I won’t say goodbye, just see you later.”

"Don't wait too long now, lest your life passes you by. Time is odd, in the land of the fae." Is all he says, sounding amused before he raps his knuckles against the door, peering into the foggy window. "Yoohoo, I have a little offering for you, Sariel. I know how much you like cursed artifacts." He calls.

The door swings open without fanfare. He flashes her a grin. "Relax, you'll be fine. Sariel will get you out in no time!"

[harpy-hawk]

She takes a deep breath.

“Alright, I just hope your friend isn’t too harsh on me. Will I ever see you again? I would like to be able to meet you properly.”

(If she is still in one piece. What will the fae ask her? There was no way of predicting it. She could only hope everything would be alright).

He smiles gently at her, carefully keeping his less human qualities tucked away behind his lips, willing his irises to dilate to a less animal degree. Attempting to comfort rather than unsettle, as best he can. He was leaving her in the mouth of the beast, it was the least he could do. "I make no promises, Ms. Aster." He winks, landing on a platform housing a wonky door, propped against the thick trunk of the tree. "Fate is not kind to those untethered. But perhaps, should I find you some day, you can treat me to some tea or other?" He proposes.

[harpy-hawk]

“But you are a harpy. I thought harpies weren’t considered fae, I don’t understand.”

She presses her hands against the glass of the mirror, distressed.

“W-wait, you can’t leave me all alone with a fae. I have never talked with one, I could offend them accidentally. And a steep price?! You could have told me sooner. I mean, I knew it wouldn’t be totally free, but I don’t have any of my belongings here and I don’t think I have anything a fae might want, you have to understand I’m literally inside a mirror, with nothing else in my hands-

"Breathe, Ms. Aster," he soothes gently, not stopping his steady ascent upwards. "The fae aren't much interested in earthly possessions, you need not worry. Anything they ask, rest assured it is something you have the ability to give."

He shakes his head. "Unfortunately, I have other matters to attend to and cannot stay. But trust that he will take good care of you in my stead."

[harpy-hawk]

Kyoko’s breath hitches, her gaze locking onto his mouth, catching a glimpse of his sharp teeth. She recoils instantly.

She looks at him confused, thinking she misheard him.

“We? Who’s we?” She was starting to regret her decisions.

She didn’t have another option but… was the best idea to trust him? There is always a price for everything. However, it was too late to back down now.

"Why, the fae of course!" He says in a vaguely how-silly-of-you tone, tapping the mirror's surface with a gloved talon, ducking under the hanging leaves. Revealing a land far grander, magical in the rawest sense of the word. Staircases spiraling up it's gargantuan trunk, disappearing into the branches.

The Commission's homebase. As he takes flight, bypassing the stairs entirely, he informs her; "I'll be leaving you in the care of... a friend. He'll get you out of here in no time. The price will be steep but well.." he shrugs slightly, wings beating as they climb higher and higher.

[harpy-hawk]

//Okay! looks like this is going to end badly for Ms. K

“I’ll do whatever is necessary. The sooner I’m out of the mirror, the better.”

She prepares mentally for her first encounter with a fae, hoping that with Hawk’s help, everything would be alright.

-🪞

"Hm, just what we like to hear." He grins, teeth a jagged edge just peeking out of his lips before they disappear. Something about this realm made him seem... odd. Like his very form rippled like a disturbed pond.

It was out of his hands, really. The woman trapped was nice and all, but she really should have known better than to trust the fae.

"Just through here." He says, approaching what looked to be the grandest willow tree ever, parting it's hanging leaves.

[beautyrph]

 ⋆⁺₊⋆゜♕ 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 & 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 scenarios starters — a collection of scenarios inspired disney's snow white & the seven dwarves ( nineteen thirty seven ). add " + reverse " to any scenario to flip roles.

( wishing ) — our muses meet at a wishing well.

( song ) — your muse hears mine singing a beautiful song.

( huntsman ) — your muse was sent to kill my muse, but is unable to do it.

( lost ) — your muse is lost in the forest & found by mine.

( found ) — my muse is lost in the forest & found by yours

( dance ) — our muses are dancing to candlelight after dinner.

( pie ) — my muse has baked yours a pie, and offers it to them.

( potion ) — my muse has brewed a magic potion and yours finds it

( apple ) — your muse gives mine a poisoned apple.

( storm ) — our muses are running through a storm.

( kiss ) — your muse wakes mine up with a kiss.

( ever after ) — our muses are returning home after a long, harrowing event

[harpy-hawk]

She chuckles at the alias. “Ms. K is okay but given the chance to have a secret pseudonym, I want to have a bit of fun. What about Aster? It’s one of my favorite flowers.”

She keeps watching in awe at the magical land before looking at him again, her gaze locked in his eyes.

“I hope you know what you are doing, I lack experience dealing with the fae so my fate lays in your hands.”

-🪞

"Aster," he repeats, tasting the syllables on his tongue. "Alright then, Ms. Aster."

With that, he trots off in a seemingly random direction, posture deceptively relaxed. "Remember your manners, Ms. Aster. The fae don't take kindly to offense of any kind."

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?