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hi there! my name is georgia, i go by they/them pronouns and this is an independent rp blog for KASSANDRA OF SPARTA from the ASSASSIN’S CREED series. 

for now, this is a sideblog, follows will come from @divinesleft

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let’s ignore how i disappeared after the last starter call and try another one (: 

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henlo im back this is a starter call!!!!

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@ofgildedmuses asked: " just one kiss, and i will never ask again" -- from lil homie gay ass eivor :)

     ostara, they called it. a festival of egg hunts and drinking ( they were always drinking, kassandra had noted ) and for some reason, fist fighting. they had all celebrated into the small hours of the morning, drinking and fighting and sharing tales of worlds gone by and miles away. tales of home and adventure alike had painted kassandra and eivor’s lips for most of the evening. 

     and it had brought them to the sun cresting the horizon, sky a dark blue, the prettiest that kassandra had seen it in england. it had brought them to a request eivor asks of her that she’s not sure she is courageous enough to undertake. she cares. eivor is perhaps the first person that she’s cared for in centuries, but it isn’t as easy as that. 

     as simple as the other makes it seem, it can’t be as easy as that. but kassandra musters the courage she has left, cups a hand underneath eivor’s chin and presses a soft kiss to her lips. she can feel her heart beat for the first time in years, as though reawakened. 

     she sinks into the kiss, suddenly drowning in it, knowing full well that once it ends, it cannot happen again, she cannot let it happen again. 

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˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗

change pronouns as needed!

“god– i wanna kiss you.”

“can i kiss you?”

“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”

“let me be your first.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“then shut up and kiss me already.”

“hurry up. get it over with.”

“you can kiss my ass.”

“i never kissed before—”

“is this your way of asking me out or—”

“that was better than i thought it would be.”

“one more time?”

“huh. you don’t taste as toxic as i thought you would.”

“you sure that was your first time?”

“shit, i wasn’t supposed to enjoy that as much as i did.”

“that was worse than i thought it would be.”

“you– you want to do it again?”

“alright. never doing that again.”

“did i do it right?”

“you sure that it didn’t mean anything?”

“should we take this elsewhere?”

“let’s go somewhere private.”

“think i wanna do a little more than just kiss.”

“wish we weren’t in public…”

“think of this as a one time thing.”

i never kissed anyone, i hope that isn’t obvious. enjoy :)

[misthiios]

starting sunday early to inform y’all kass is a service top thank u

[soulprompts]

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

literally letter threads are elite. that’s. that’s all the context we have here. also bc the language is obviously being changed slightly here. so, for clarification: the person receiving the meme, is the writer of the letter! the person SENDING the meme, is RECEIVING the letter! now. go write letters, u magnificent cupcakes, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!!! i will know, and i will hunt u down and curse ur potatoes to be soapy and bland and messy for all eternity.

[ LOVE ]:     the writer begins the first of a series of love letters to the recipient.

[ SORRY ]:     the writer delivers a letter of apology to the recipient.

[ LAST ]:     a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s death.

[ TWIST ]:     a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s alleged death, only to reveal that they are, in fact, still alive.

[ FINAL ]:     a letter written in the aftermath of the recipient’s death, where the writer knows they’ll never get the chance to read it.

[ INITIATE ]:     a letter written to the recipient in order to maintain communication between the two while the writer is far away from them.

[ FAREWELL ]:     a letter written to say goodbye to the recipient, where the writer knows there’s an extremely high chance that they’ll never see each other again.

[ REVELATION ]:     a letter written that reveals the truth about an event(s) that the writer believes the recipient may be misinformed about.

[ EXPLAIN ]:     a letter that explains the reasoning behind choices that the writer has made in the past, which they would like to explain to the recipient.

[ BAD ]:     a letter that delivers bad news to the recipient.

[ UPDATE ]:     a letter that updates the recipient on the writer’s life, or certain on-going events that are happening in their life.

[ AFAR ]:     a letter delivered by the writer from another country/city/planet/etc in order to reassure the recipient and let them know they’re okay. (not intended to be a back-and-forth, like [ INITIATE ] does).

[ HIDDEN ]:     a letter written and delivered to the recipient in secret, for the recipient’s eyes only, as a result of information it contains, or because of the person who wrote it.

[ UNSENT ]:     a letter written for the recipient, but which the writer ultimately never sends for reasons that the writer conceals, or may reveal within the letter itself.

[ MISTAKE ]:     a letter which is sent to the recipient by mistake, and which may contain sensitive information about the recipient.

[ UNVEIL ]:     a letter which reveals the truth about a plan that the writer previously and deliberately concealed from the recipient for their safety/well-being.

[ NEEDED ]:     a letter that the writer wrote for the recipient after learning of their recent struggles in their personal life, and which contains uplifting words of encouragement, support and other things they feel they should hear to help them through.

[ PILLOW ]:     a letter left neatly atop a pillow on the bed that the writer and recipient share, that is discovered by the recipient the following morning after the writer leaves the room/home.

[ FRIDGE ]:     a letter attached to the fridge with magnets for the recipient to read in the kitchen.

[ KNOWN ]:     a letter which the writer left in a place that only the writer and recipient know of, knowing that only the recipient would be able to find it first.

[ HELP ]:     a letter written by the writer to the recipient, asking the recipient for help.

[ STOP ]:     a letter written for the recipient which the writer intends to be their final letter to them, and which ultimately concludes all communications between the writer and recipient from that moment forth.

[ PAST ]:     a letter which the writer wrote in the past, that reveals a piece of their backstory, that the reader finds and reads out of curiosity. (this could also be a letter written TO the receiver of the meme, or about them, or anything at all!)

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@ofcatnaps asked: [ BATHE ] our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars - from aspasia??

     she can feel eyes on her. but, not in the way that she had expected when aspasia had extended the invitation to join her. her back is littered with scars from her various battles over the years, and she can feel the other’s gaze. she straightens her back and turns to face the other, a small smile beginning to spread over her features. 

          ❝i surely cannot be the first person with scars that you have encountered-❞

     but perhaps she could be the first with so many. kassandra wears her past scattered across her back in a way unlike most. 

         ❝what fascinates you about them? perhaps i can offer a story.❞

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@afraidofchange asked: [ MEND ] ( from mater Myrrine ;a; )

     it feels strange - not having to bandage herself up in a dark, secluded cave and pray to the gods that everything would heal on its own and she didn’t need the intervention of a healer. but her mother’s hands are warm against her skin and it brings back a trove of old memories - of falling and scraping her knees, bloodying her nose training with her father and myrrine scooping her up and dealing with the damage.

     it isn’t until her armor has been removed that she realizes just how many scars would be new to myrrine, after years of being apart.

          ❝i stopped noticing them after a while. it seemed that every battle would end in bloodshed on both sides - even after everything you and pater taught me.❞

[leneemusing]

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS 

GENERAL 

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

[ DISCOVERED ]  for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars 

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see 

[ SHOWN ]  for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see 

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ]  for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ]  for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time 

[ KISS ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver 

[ KISSED ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender 

[ BATHE ]  our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars 

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

WORDS

❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞

❝  why do you hide your scars?  ❞

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

❝  sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say.  little aches and i find them oddly comforting.  because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed.  ❞

❝  i wish i could get rid of my scars.  they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget.  ❞

❝  is it alright if i touch this scar?  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  you can touch it if you want.  doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞

❝  please don’t touch it.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

❝  i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝  i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.  ❞

❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

❝  you don’t have to hide them around me.  the scars are just part of who you are.  and i like all of what i see.  ❞

❝  i don’t really like letting people see them.  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  honestly i forget they’re there most of the time.  ❞

[outofcontextarthur]

[leneemusing]

is it exhausting? never letting anyone love the scars underneath your smile?

[misthiios]

                                         last week?

                     this shit happens every week.

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eivor​:

         another laugh – was it the drink or the company , perhaps ?? – and eivor shook her head , her own hand reaching for her own tankard .

            ❝ invited , along with a great deal of other kingdoms – it was the marriage of my brother and his wife , randvi .  ❞      her mind’s eye drifted back to her once home , and for the first time in years , eivor found herself feeling … homesick . homesick for a land that no longer existed , perhaps – for the land of jarls and kingdoms existed now only in memory , and in the small home she and her people had taken from saxon hands .

                 ❝ some hálfviti – ah , maláka – took the opportunity for drink and merriment as the chance for him to make a name for himself . ❞      a deep pull of mead rushed down her throat with a welcome invitation , and as she set the tankard upon the wooden table again , she leaned back in her seat .

❝ last i saw he was face first in the snow . BREATHING , yet beaten , and embarrassed. it was done with the couples blessing , of course . ❞

     kassandra can recognize the look on eivor’s face well, it’s one that she finds herself wearing more often than not. there are days she longs for the warmth of the sun on a greek island once more. gods, she even finds herself missing kephallonia at times. home is a feeling that she hasn’t managed to find yet again since leaving. 

     the mention of the greek word pulls a wider smile across her lips. so her teachings haven’t been forgotten after all.

          ❝randvi, that was who you were looking for, originally. i am sorry to have disappointed you.❞ she laughs quietly, still eyeing the drink in her tankard. 

          ❝and yourself? did you marry?❞

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eivor​:

         Light azure eyes flicker up and down at the taller, taking note of how swift the woman was to place her hand behind her back - fist concealing something but of what, they do not know. Regardless, the wolf-kissed crossed arms over their chest, and despite the look of irritation prior, a small hint of smugness appears on their visage.                        ❝Is that so? You have been traveling with me. Did you get some of those mushrooms as well?❞ 

     the upper hand seems to pass between the two of them like a ball, back and forth but right now, it belongs to eivor, and kassandra is well aware of that. she rolls the pebble between her fingers while she formulates some kind of remark to snatch the upper hand back. it’s more thrilling to her than it sounds. 

          ❝the only reasonable solution is you ate them while i was sleeping. i should be more careful, watch you more closely-❞

     she’s interrupted by the sound of the large pebble clattering to the ground, to which she rolls her eyes, an inaudible curse muttered under her breath.

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eivor​:

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                    ❝… You did that on purpose.❞

          ❝did what?❞

     kassandra is quick to place her hand behind her back, concealing the other pebble that had been destined for her companion’s back, too. 

          ❝you know, i’ve heard there are mushrooms out here that can make you see things - maybe you ate some accidentally?❞

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eivor​:

         eivor’s smile was lazy – mead heavy eyes flittered slowly between the festivities around them . between the decor , the faint yet all together SOFT light of a hundred candles , and between the bride and groom ( their unwitting yet welcoming hosts ) , it seemed an incredibly opportune place to meet a new friend … sour as said new friend had been over the course of their shared time in SKYE .

❝ these aren’t M Y people , ❞      eivor replied , her voice laced with laughter and honey .          ❝ these are scots. we danes are close in temper and brawn … but our gatherings are FAR more exciting . ❞

      she finally looked back to kassandra with a mischievous grin .

                 ❝ this scratch on my lip was earned at a wedding too. ❞

          ❝more exciting? i don’t see how we could get more exciting without the need for the ferryman.❞ 

     she wraps her hand around her mug once more and brings it to her lips. she isn’t used to the taste of such a honeyed drink, but with each sip finds it more to her liking than the last. it isn’t wine, but it isn’t bad. 

          ❝well now you have to tell me, is this not the first wedding that you’ve barged in on? or were you invited to this particular one?❞