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i gasped so hard, i think my voice just threw itself out
there’s a ziio following me
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xxkeepingupwiththekenways ---------> justiiice
kind of on the fence about doing a multimuse blog
idk. my muse for connor is just....too shaky.
and haytham is just totally there
so this might become a haytham blog. we’ll see how it goes
but here’s the real question
why the fuck is my muse for haytham so great
yet connor is so shitty today
She wondered if this was the person who could help her with her…predicament. Maya idly scratched her arms, before she crossed them over her chest. The man was huge. More largely built than what she’d seen throughout the town of Boston. However, the directions one messenger gave her to the Homestead paid off, but Maya had yet to see any of the Brotherhood.
Taking in his appearance, Maya noticed the familiar Assassin robes, but then again, she was cautious of the possibility of any traitors within the Brotherhood. His voice was low and demanding, but Maya could understand his own weariness.
Ensuring she would be able to have enough room to the hidden blades within the bracers around her wrist, Maya cleared her throat, “Maya,” she answered, “My name is Maya. I’ve come to search for a man named Achilles Davenport,” a dark brow lifted as she lifted her chin defiantly. “Do you know where I can find him?”
His eyes narrowed at her words, lips pulling into a straight line as he looked up at the manor, before adverting his attention back to this woman. “He lives there- but he’s away in Boston at the moment.” That man rarely left- for whatever reason he did, it must have been extremely important.
Silence gathered as he stood there uncomfortably, before speaking again. “I am sure I could be of assistance for whatever business you require Achilles’s help with.” In all honesty, the old man would have probably sent him off to do it anyways- not because he enjoyed pawning his duties off on Connor, but more so because it was too physically streneous for him to do these days.
“My name is Connor- it is a pleasure to meet you, Maya.”
send me a symbol ; meta edition
✞ —- for thoughts about my muses relationship with religion
☾ —- for my muses sleeping habits/quirks/etc
♥ —- for thoughts/ideas about my muses love life/romantic relationships
☠ —- for how i think my muse would die
☣ —- for my muses fears
☼ —- for a happy thought/idea/theory
❦ —- for a controversial thought/idea/theory
® —- for a sexual thought/idea/theory
Reblog If you actually read other roleplayers' rules.
It would be nice to see if I’m the only one or not.
it’s gonna take so fucking long getting my navigation together
bare with me in the meantime
[ scratched-assassin, raxonhnhaketon, ratonhnhaketonxkenway ]
“Okay, what if- now bare with me for a moment, son- what if I told you he was dead before I arrived? Would you believe me?
[ templar-johnson ]
“Have you found anything that can be of use? Charles and I found Church today- we need to located the precursor site as soon as we physically can.”
i love them
i am more determined with this blog than i ever have been with any other multi-muse blog i’ve tried to make
idk if it’s because i love these two too much. or if it’s because of something else.
but i’m doing it man
SEND A "!" FOR OUR MUSES MARRIED LIFE
Who was the one to propose:
Who stressed more over wedding planning:
Who decorated the house:
Who is more organized:
Who initiates bedroom fun:
Who suggested kids first:
Who’s more dominant:
Who’s the cuddler:
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:
Who kills the spiders:
Who falls asleep first:
Who is louder?
Who is more experimental?
Do they fuck or make love?
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?
Who comes first?
Who is better at oral and who prefers it?
Who usually initiates things?
Who is more sensitive?
Who has the most patience?
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“W-who is there?” Charles sharply turned around on his heels and snatched the pistol from its holster. He stared into the thickness of the trees and bushes as an unknown sound made itself present in that direction.
“Show yourself!”
“Put the gun away, Charles. Honestly, one with your training should have heard me ages ago.” Haytham stated lowly as he stepped from the shadows and across the way, minimizing the distance between them. “How do you fare?”
okay
so haytham isn’t having anymore of my crap and has demanded that i start doing stuff
so i’m gonna work on greeters
you know that feeling you get when your muses pester you
but you’re so lazy, you don’t feel like doing starters
ugh