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gracemonroerp:

A shaky hand rose to her hair, an unhappy expression falling upon the brunettes face as she ran her fingers through the curls, catching her fingers in blood stained knots and, as he had said, finding grass seeds tangled. Grace knew she looked like hell. She’d been through hell. “What can I say…Trouble finds me.” She sighed, lifting up her shirt to check for bruising, unsurprising as she noticed some. “Shit.” She hissed, pulling the material back over her torso, as her fingers knocking carelessly against the sore skin. “So I guess I have you to thank for not leaving me to die in some ditch?”

His blond eyebrows pulled together dubiously. This girl looked like a princess, if anything, Kasper had a mind to believe that she searched for the trouble--not vice versa. He spied the blood, wondering for a moment whether he should ask. Would he care enough to hear the answer? This girl was a stranger. She was lucky enough that he’d even dragged her inside from the cold. Kasper stood there silently as he watched her hiss and moan from her injuries, until eventually her shirt lifted. Then, it was clear that this was no casual attack, but one inherently brutal. “Looks like you pissed off the wrong person. If I did leave you in that ditch, would they have come back for seconds?”

#( c: )#( c: grace. )#( grace. )

gracemonroerp:

Eyes now open, the brunette took in the room before her, her mind racing rapidly as she adjusted to her surroundings and tried to figure out where she was. One thing was sure. She wouldn’t be here long. A coppery taste stained her tongue as she raised her fingers to her swollen and bust up lip, with a groan. Grace sat up and swung her feet off the bed she had woken up in, readying herself to move to stand on her feet. By doing so, a sharp pain shot through her leg and coursed through her entire body, eliciting tears and a soft cry from her lips. Letting her body fall back to the bed, causing yet another cry in pain, she sighed. Defeated. “Will someone please explain… Where am I? W-What happened…. Or do I not want to know?”

Kasper wished he’d left her there. He saw the girl, bruised and groaning, amidst the thicket. Kasper never liked to meddle in the affairs of others, and the fact that he had hauled her over her shoulders and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed was a miracle in itself. An abandoned home, Kasper had already scoped it out. He supposed it was safe. His jaw was tight as he stood above the bed, watching her stir. A part of the Russian wanted to see if she would survive, and then, he would leave. This was baggage he did not need. “Seems you got mixed up in trouble.” Kasper took a step back as she got her bearings. He pointed to her hair. “Grass seeds. They’re all tangled.”

#( c: grace. )#( c: )#( grace. )

rpmusings-galore

When you look into an ａｂｙｓｓ, the ａｂｙｓｓ also looks into you.

#( musings. )#( kasper. )

spaacemusings

the devil whispers “you cannot withstand the storm”

the warrior replies “i am the storm”

#( kasper. )#( musings. )

dylaaaanxo:

I guess people hold on to things like that. Dylan swallowed and nodded, keeping her eyes trained on him the whole time. “I guess,” she responded quietly. No. Don’t have anyone to make them for. That’s why I’m giving it to you. She bit her bottom lip and smiled weakly, looking down at the bear that he had made. “Well, I’m sure that people would have absolutely loved it if you did make them to someone. How could they not be? They’re beautiful,” she spoke quietly, keeping her eyes on it the whole time.

The girl was being awful sentimental for a hunk of wood. Her kind words may mean one or two things--she needed something, or she wanted bedding. Kasper hoped it wasn’t the latter, as he was growing tolerable of her presence. “You compliment me too much. Where I come from, that means a woman wants something particular from a man. I want you to be aware that I am not interested.”

#( c: )#( c: dylan. )#( dylan. )

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#( kasper. )#( musings. )

dylaaaanxo:

Biting her bottom lip, Dylan looked at Kasper who seemed to have trouble meeting her eyes. I imagine you’re thankful for that now. A rewarding skill. She swallowed and nodded, shrugging her shoulders. “Yeah, I mean, it’s one of my absolute favorite memories, so… It’s definitely something I don’t want to ever forget.” She took a deep breath, sniffing a little and shaking her head as she looked at Kasper. He seemed to be someone who definitely didn’t let anyone get too close, someone who didn’t let just anyone in, so she guessed he had experienced loss too, and had it impact him a lot more than other people.

“Did… I don’t know if I asked you this, but this you use to make these for someone?” She lifted the carved out bear that he had given her. “I mean, putting so much effort into making something so beautiful, it must have been for someone pretty damn special in my opinion.”

Jealously slivered along the pit of his stomach. The men he had known were a far cry from the man that raised this brunette. “I guess people hold on to things like that.” Kasper shifted, paranoia sweeping over him. Of course, these days, he didn’t have to look over his shoulder. But old habits die hard, and after an eternity of never so much as admitting his own name without consequence he felt as if the Reaper himself was hovering nearby, waiting for him to fuck up. “No,” Kasper stated firmly. “Don’t have anyone to make them for. That’s why I’m giving it to you.” Either way, it wasn’t going to be kept. She seemed to like it, so he didn’t see the harm in letting her have it.

#( c: dylan. )#( c: )#( dylan. )#//so cute i cant

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define your meaning of war to me it’s what we do when we’re bored i feel the heat coming off of the blacktop and it makes me want it more

because i’m hyped up out of control if it’s a fight i’m ready to go i wouldn’t put my money on the other guy if you know what i know that i know

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☐

☐ – does your muse feel incomplete? Do they feel whole? Why do they feel whichever way?

Yes. Kasper had always had a direction, and that was to complete whatever mission he had been given. His last assignment ended in disaster, landing him in prison until the infection broke out. Kasper still feels as if his duty has been unfulfilled, despite the likelihood of his hit walking amongst the dead.

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☂ – what does your muse like to do on a rainy day?

☃ – what does your muse like to do on a snowy day?

☀ – what does your muse like to do on a sunny day?

⚭ – does you muse have any contradicting opinions/views? If so, then what are they?

⚰ – has your muse ever had a near-death experience?

⛸ – what sort of hobbies does your muse have? If they do, then do they have a preference for any particular one?

⛾ – does your muse prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps both, or neither?

☘ – how lucky is your muse? Do they believe in luck as a concept, or think it’s a bunch of hooey?

☠ – has your muse ever killed anyone? Has it been in cold blood or self-defense? Both?

♟ – has your muse ever used someone to gain something, whether it’s been power/material possessions/political control/etc?

☤ – what’s your muse’s health like? Do they keep up with it, or has it degraded over time?

☐ – does your muse feel incomplete? Do they feel whole? Why do they feel whichever way?

#( memes. )

dylaaaanxo:

“…It REALLY isn’t.“ Dylan shook her head and smiled weakly at the male. “I can’t believe you think it’s simple. Trust me, this is far from simple. So, again, thank you.” She looked at the bear and smiled, noticing all the details. I can do elephants, too. “Elephants too? Wow. I wish I knew how to make stuff like that. Sadly I don’t have enough patience to learn stuff like that. I remember when my brother taught me how to work on cars. I’m honestly SURPRISED I managed to get through with it, to be honest. Now I love working on cars.” Dylan smiled weakly at the thought of her brother. God, did she miss him.

Again, he shrugged. Kasper was unable to meet her eyes, the continuation of her praise caused him to feel a great level of discomfort. It was all new, and very strange. He merely grumbled his ‘you’re welcome ’, not wanting to keep the spotlight on him. Her change of subject immediately eased the tension in his shoulders. “Yes?” Kasper’s head tilted her way, but his eyes still remained hidden beneath his furrowed brows. “I imagine you’re thankful for that now. A rewarding skill.”

#( c: )#( c: dylan. )

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#( kasper. )#( musings. )

dylaaaanxo:

You’re right. They couldn’t. Dylan looked at him and nodded, licking her lips as she glanced around the place, feeling the uncomfortableness growing. My mother taught me. That made her raise her eyebrow a little in confusion, obviously a little surprised that he had shared that with her, especially as they had gotten off on the wrong foot. When he held out the wooden bear, offering it to him, Dylan smiled softly and listened to him speak about throwing it out. Keep it. I would only throw it away. She looked at him, then looked down at the little bear. “You… Wow. Thank you. It’s– It’s BEAUTIFUL.”

His blond eyebrows raised with just a hint of his surprise. He hadn’t expected such a reaction, but Kasper couldn’t say that he didn’t like it. “It’s simple,” He replied, eyeing the way in which she studied the bear. It was just a hobby, not a work of art. “I can do elephants, too.”

#( c: dylan. )#//so late im sorry bb

dxnnyjxhnsxn:

Danielle refrained herself from rolling her eyes, who on earth would carry around blunt weapons when there was a chance they would need to use them? Though she supposed her was looking out for his best interests, she doubted he’d want to kill her if she was unprotected and had gotten hurt. “They’re on me, you just can’t see them… Did I pull off mysterious well or did it annoy you?”

Kasper was walking a few steps ahead of the girl. A bit too fast, but he always seemed in a hurry. As if keeping the company of strangers was a target painted boldly on his back. He turned, his eyes beginning to look at her from head to toe. Kasper’s mouth twisted. “You pulled it off.” He didn’t let on about how he felt about it, because even that felt too personal. “It’s not much farther now.”

#( danny. )#//sorry my reply is even later!

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#eerie:task #( kasper. )#( aesthetic. )

dylaaaanxo:

Dylan looked at him and nodded quickly, blinking a couple of times without saying anything as it seemed like the male liked the space to be quiet. You put a blade to the wood. It isn’t that difficult. A sigh fell from Dylan’s lips and she nodded, looking at the male curiously, but a little uncertain to keep asking questions as the two of them had come off on the wrong foot. I make them for myself. I like working with my hands. “Right. Well, um, I mean… It looks good,” she said and cleared her throat a little, keeping her hazel colored eyes on him. “And honestly, I don’t think it’s just about putting a blade to the wood though. You’re talented. Not a lot of people could make that,” she said and nodded towards the carved animal.

Kasper didn’t get complimented often. He didn’t even entertain company long enough for it to even to occur. What surprised him, however, was the fact that he appreciated it. But yet, the pair had gotten off on the wrong foot. She may have just said such niceties for the sake of her conscience. Kasper mumbled a thank you. “You’re right. They couldn’t.” Kasper made some finishing touches. “My mother taught me." For a moment. He just had an uncanny ability to pick things up with ease. Kasper held out the wooden bear, an offering to the girl. “Keep it. I would only throw it away.”

#( c: dylan. )#( c: )#( dylan. )#//sorry he's such a paranoid arse

dxnnyjxhnsxn:

Danielle’s assumption was correct, she also didn’t know why she trusted him to lead her to a safe place, maybe he was doing a good deed for the year and after her he could just let his life go on and Danielle would go on with hers, though in a safe place. Danielle quickly caught up with him, she’d be in more trouble if she lost him than she already was. “I brought a few things, mostly knives, I don’t really like guns.”

It kept getting worse. Kasper really was beginning to think that she’d had a traumatic experience as a child, hence the naivete. How had she survived for so long? Pure luck, if he’d have to hazard a guess. “Knives are better than nothing.” Kasper turned to the girl. “Better make sure they’re out, and that they’re sharp.”

#( c: danny. )#//i love it tho #//he's just like so baffled. expect him to take her begrudgingly under his wing

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