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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@lia-de-badass
“Perhaps…~ Surely you’ve gone through worse hm?” Lia slowly circled the male, having kept her hands behind her for the time being.
He eyes her warily, distrustful of her walking around him. “Most certainly. Though it does not mean I enjoy, or tolerate a lesser extent of suffering…”
“D’aw ‘tis a shame. I had gone through great lengths to get you more bodies and leeches... But, I suppose I’d have to sell them for triple to price to some poor, disgusting bird man...”
“No Offense.”
A small twist of the blade and Lia saw the blood. She licked her lips a twisted grin upon her features as she did so. “For a jester you sure enjoy your entertainment.”
“I do.” Caha maintains herself as eerily calm as usual, she doesn’t seem to be the least bit affected by the dribbling blood down her neck, staining her pretty purple cowl, that is until she hears the word jester.
Then something in her flips like a switch, her hands grab Lia’s wrists and twists it hard enough to hurt, but not crush any bones. “Call me a fucking jester one more time, putain.. And I will shove your fucking blade so far down your throat you will have to go to Malfatto to have it removed.”
Lia chuckled at thw swift movement. Normally she would defend herself in the utmost way, but she allowed for the anger to seethe through Caha. “Such pretty words you speak of Bella~ You know I do enjoy myself some petty torture... In fact some may call me... sick for it.”
before i do Lia,
I am making a Steampunk Assassin
weeee
“Oh Malfatto~ I hear someone is the birthday boy…~”
malfattoildottore
“Come to deliver my annual torment, Lia?”
“Perhaps...~ Surely you’ve gone through worse hm?” Lia slowly circled the male, having kept her hands behind her for the time being.
“She is uninterested. She hands me some blood-stained relic and smiles.” Lia de Russo asked by originalworksof
Lia de Russo
Lia de Russo from Assasin’s Creed Brotherhood
it’s time to post this
Do Not Let Your Guard Down by Aleke
“Oh Malfatto~ I hear someone is the birthday boy...~”
malfattoildottore
Snarling, the Templars hidden blade slithered out of her arm as she pressed the tip of the blade lightly to her throat.
“As I’ve said before… They will suffer far worse.”
She doesn’t move and doesn’t panic, instead Caha just throws her head back and laughs. “I love a woman who gets frisky like this~” she doesn’t seem to mind the blade at her throat. “Go on ahead, ma chérie… I dare you.”
A small twist of the blade and Lia saw the blood. She licked her lips a twisted grin upon her features as she did so. "For a jester you sure enjoy your entertainment."
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>Finds her old fanfic for Lia
SCREAMS IN DELIGHT
Snarling, the Templars hidden blade slithered out of her arm as she pressed the tip of the blade lightly to her throat.
“As I’ve said before… They will suffer far worse.”
She doesn’t move and doesn’t panic, instead Caha just throws her head back and laughs. “I love a woman who gets frisky like this~” she doesn’t seem to mind the blade at her throat. “Go on ahead, ma chérie… I dare you.”
Gritting her teeth, Lia turned her figure to face the jester, her unweilded wrist throwing a stiff punch to the stomach.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have my job to do, unlike the rest of the Templars, too busy playing the stupido dating game.”
OMG I FOUND MY OLD WRITING!
Lia de Russo, the Smuggler, would sprint, in a mad dash to escape, her mind racing, her heart skipping beats as waves upon waves of adrenaline would enter her system like a tsunami. 'Will She make it?' She thinks. Her Hood would cover her eyes as her cape made the unusal "WHOOSH" sound. In the background would be sounds of the people's screams and assassin's on her tail, she had no choice but to go from the rooftops, to the ground. "Merda!" She grunted as she looked around, her form being surrounded by the men in white. She then saw an open spot and took her chance to free fall. 'No matter what, I shall prevail!' She thought as her feet and body did the unthinkable; She took down a small army of men surrounding her darkness with their "Light." Her blade would protrude from its cozy home, her blade shining in the moonlight as she let out a laugh and a dark, but grim smirk on her face. Her movements were quick, but swift as she dodged a blade, jumped and tackled an assassina, taking with him his life. She did not stop, for she was light on her feet as a dancer would waltz with their partner. Finally, with one final swoop, her blade took the last life of a female assassin, her body spent, but full of a killer high. She laughed as she started to swipe items in their pockets, taking them as well as the dead's souls. She seems to beleive she is God, preforming his dirty work. She believed in bettering humanity as it was her life goal. Hence her as a Templar. They show progress. Lia had some time before her next kill; AIMMIGRANT she smuggled in not giving her payments. Surely they will meet her blade soon enough.
“I do, it’s called a relationship to the dedication to my Order. I’m not here to dilly dally. And if I were to be kissed, they certainly will suffer far worse.”
“…What if–” just sort of leans in and gives Lia one nice long smooch on the cheek.
Snarling, the Templars hidden blade slithered out of her arm as she pressed the tip of the blade lightly to her throat.
“As I’ve said before... They will suffer far worse.”
