The Wolfman

"The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering."

[ofblackblood]

carina-da-silva:

“I didn’t expect to see anyone here this early.”

Whether he could walk free or not, there was still the fear that only grew each day that with these times, people would turn to visible monsters to tear down in face of those they couldn’t control, in fear that he would be burned again in the place of those causing the chaos in this city, and it was with this that he found himself walking through the woods at night, patrolling them as he always did, however, with more of a ferocity, for he couldn’t be arrested, but people were cruel and he could still find himself burning again and it was this time that he followed simply a figure in the night, one that was beginning to grow familiar and his thoughts turned dark, that she was here to see Corvo, that she was meeting him here, or she was meeting another that would be given orders to harm the Freak Show, it was all there, and it was all he could see though eyes that could never appear human, eyes that could see better than the average and yet, where so blind to humankind and to the world. “Do you believe yourself to be the only one to see the sunrise?” It was a lie, of course, it was, he cared little for beauty these days, for there was little he could ever see again. However, it was noteworthy that he didn’t hide his eyes as he did with others around her, he didn’t push his glasses up his nose, rather he put them in his pocket at that moment, rather, he let his eyes be seen by the world, he let part of hi deformity into the light.

[ofblackblood]

hallucinative-pasithea:

“My my, have a drink, at times such as these it’s best to distract yourself.”

“And here I’ve come to believe I was the only here who spoke the language of the many,” there was sarcasm in his words, but he did lift his glass, though he wasn’t facing the woman who spoke in the tavern, partly out of habit, partly out of fear, his heart was beating by just speaking such so as there were moments before he searched about the room to search for flames in others eyes, for spare anger at the world that would be spent on those at the Freak Show, he had seen it all before, and in the end, people rose at a monster’s door claiming it to be their fault.

[ofblackblood]

heart-of–the-sea:

Mareena glanced over her shoulder at the footsteps behind her. “Surely you know it’s ill-advised to sneak up on people these days.”

Levi didn’t arrive to the docks that day to meet anyone except for the sea, except for a pathway through the forest for a longer walk back to the Freak Show, for the dogs, he would rationalize as the dogs he walked roamed behind him, but he wished for the time alone, to avoid the world that haunted and hunted him and at the sight of the woman, he refused to step back, but there was something in his movements that was of his old fear, for even if he could walk the streets freely now, his bones could not. “Do you think it is my fault you are not so well on your post?” His tone was a disguise in many ways.

[larmoyante]

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)

[ofblackblood]

ashotatthesun:

“Have you stayed at the Inn previously?”

Levi pushed his glasses up his nose, covering his eyes for a moment with his hands, covering what made him a monster, partly just out of habit and out of an old fear, despite the fact that the knights couldn’t truly touch him these days. “You’ll have to enlighten me on why my whereabouts in the night are a worry of yours,” a pause, “Was it Vadas?”

[ofblackblood]

lionhearted-leto:

“I know pain, I have every right to give up on my life and those around me but I chose to look into the light and hope that things will get better.” She moved forward. “You life for such a short time, why spend your life in such a mindset?”

“As the rest of the world doesn’t have clothes made of silk or full dinner tables, and some of us would just care to live,” he spat the words, as he disagreed with her, his life was too long, too long of a time did he have to sneak out of his home as a child to see what the world was like and to just discover that the world wanted to chase him home, quite literally in fact.

[ofblackblood]

lionhearted-leto:

 “Revolutionary..” Her body felt numb when she spoke those words. However, she did not flinch, if anything she took a step closer. She could not understand why she felt as though she could say these things to him, but she could feel it deep down that he was not someone she should fear. 

(However, he was one to fear, at least, anyone who feared the world as much as he did couldn’t be one to understand it, not when he could take one movement as an attack on him, not as all he could focus on was the fact that she moved forward to him, and he began to wonder what she had plans for, if there was a knife on her person, if this was her revolution, to tell him the plan that the carnies could be the first to go.) “Kings who believe themselves to be gods will be nothing to the end of the day, but they are not my concern to take off the throne,” the words were bitter, laced with something else as he acted as if he didn’t hold such fear.

[ofblackblood]

nightmareonhelmst:

At the time, Mona barely cared much about the person who was sitting right where she so happened to aim her dagger. The intension wasn’t to hit them, but if it did, it wasn’t her concern. However, when the man spoke, she paid more attention to his features, recognizing exactly who he was and recalling the last time she saw him up on that cliff. A part of her was a little taken aback by him, or more surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor, of how eeriely calm he was when he spoke to her and she wondered then if maybe he didn’t recognize her.

She was cautious around the man just as she had been on that cliff– perhaps more so now that he had her weapon at hand– but his words were oddly motivating, enough so that she found herself growing curious as to who he really was and if perhaps he was the sort of person she would want ally herself with rather than avoid.

“Words seem to be everything in a place like this. Or have you not seen how easily a man can be throne behind bars for something as ridiculous as criticizing King Arthur’s new haircut?” she asked bitterly, eyeing the dagger in the man’s hand and taking noticing of how easily he carried it. “But I suppose I do agree with you. If they are looking to arrest everyone, I might as well give them a good reason to try.” She held her hand out, as if asking him to return the dagger and show her he meant to her no harm.

At her words, he leaned forward in his seat, as if he was one that needed secrets to tell, his eyes holding that serious note she knew a moment earlier, at least before the words that came out of his mouth were, “So, you’re not he only one who has noticed, I’m becoming to believe that his hairdresser is drunk when he does the King’s hair and now not half of me is tempted to take that hairdresser out for dinner.” It was a bitter kind of humor, darker than any other if they told the same lines, for his held things deeper inside of them, for they weren’t hollow words or jokes that rose from his lips, not for so long, at least.

For his next statement, he let his words settle in his mind before speaking them, let his thoughts wonder as he still held the dagger in his hand as if it were something mindless he was doing with it, the movement he did back stage to wait for his act, a mindless circling of the blade. In other words, he took his time to speak and he didn’t just yet give back her dagger, which was more of a vain statement than something of danger for her, at least, given the fact that the flames he saw in her weren’t meant for him and his kind.

“No, you give them a reason to arrest you and you’ll go into that prison with no way to get out again because they’ll take your sword and your head as if it’s nothing,” a pause, for he had spit out the words, they’ll take everything as if it’s nothing. “You go in for questioning, get an idea of the place, everything you need to know about it, because if you want that other to get out that dungeons, you can’t get in there yourself so quickly, because if you do, it won’t be with a sword in your hand, and that may just be easy enough for you to understand how it is to play an act.” And with that, he did hold out the dagger for her to take back.

[ameliasponds]

[eviliskindofinthejobdescription]

She thought long and hard before the spoke in return, one wrong word and she could be placed in the gallows. She was brave, atleast she tried to be. She shook her head and moved closer to him. “I think I would like to be. Are you..?

[ofblackblood]

“Am I what?” He prompted, wishing to hear what she wished to say, looking to see if there were the sparks of flames in her eyes, if she was another that planned to tear them down. In one moment, he knew, he could lose everything, all he ever had.

[eviliskindofinthejobdescription]

 “Why do you think so negatively…?” She couldn’t understand him, as much as she wished that she could, it was impossible. “I want to know..”

[ofblackblood]

"Realistically, it doesn’t matter where you find it negative or not, life will give you no choice on the matter and there are many who know so well.”

[wolveswolves]

[nightmareonhelmst-blog]

Mona was fuming, more so than usual and it was only because the only emotion she knew how to deal with was anger. She didn’t know how to handle the distress and the worry that came when she discovered that Bellamy had been captured by the King’s knights. It was frustrating to be in a position where she couldn’t do anything about it or had no way of knowing if he was even alive.

“If they so much as touched a single strand on his head…” she left her threat hanging in the air as she flung her dagger into the wall out of frustration, trailing off to darker thoughts of plunging her sword into one of those god-forsaken knights or whoever else might have been responsible for this, but a part of her knew that would do little to bring Bellamy back to safety.

[ofblackblood]

(He would have recognized the woman if he was in his full mind when he saw her the first time in his life, if he was fully able at the time to know his surroundings, to know anything else than the beating of his chest that was louder than thought.)

“I’m almost impressed,” he called to the woman who threw the dagger into the wall he was sitting in front of, not even blinking when it hit somewhere above his head, and the fact that his act required him to have an mastery at using daggers, he held no fear of them. (His claws, as the banner that bore a painted version of his eyes and teeth detailed them.) 

He stood slowly, taking a small amount of time to take the dagger from the wall and into his hands, flipping it in the air and catching it again without thought, as if it was something he had done out of boredom than a threat, which was partly true. “I’m more betting this could be better used against those before a hair is touched, if you do agree?’ He was calmer than he usually was, for he had just left the dungeons a day ago, and to test that waters of the streets, he dared to walk upon the city and for the first day of his life, there was little fear, no new bruises and scars upon his skin from stones being thrown his way, for the knights couldn’t touch him, what could he fear, just for day, he could dare, and he would dare. “Do you believe words matter anything in a place like this?”

[ofblackblood]

Levi Ellis Moodboard

[caskofcastello-blog]

“You look like you could use a drink,” he observed. It seemed everyone did nowadays, and he knew why, but failed to truly acknowledge the chaos that was breaking through the city as he had always been a man of distractions, and lately he had found himself running short on some.

[ofblackblood]

“Is that true?” Levi began with mock interest as he leaned back in his seat. While Damon was perhaps avoiding the conflict, Levi was able to breathe because of it, able for once to hide in the light of day as the knights searched in the shadows, this was his one chance to finally, well, he was still deciding that part, for now, he was just learning how it was to walk as all he knew before was how to run as he himself tried to avoid those back at the Freak Show, to explain what happened, or perhaps this was just to one. “Does the drink explain your disease or is that simply a mark upon your face?”

[wealthyshadows]

“If you wish me to believe in your blatant lies, please, do take the courtesy of making them plausible.” 

[ofblackblood]

"Now, I do believe, that is where the entertainment for me finds itself out of the window, that I do believe you can understand?” He decided to not let a filter control for the next few days, just enough for him to know of the air as the knights were unable to arrest him for much of anything as he would only be let out once he arrived to the cell and Levi was of a man who had never known such a thing as a voice he could share to all, he was only a spectacle, the one who was meant to entertain.

[the-beautiful-antonia]

“Please, if I cannot work then at least allow me to drink myself to death.”

[ofblackblood]

"That I’ve tried, if I do decide to be truthful, if you want to drink yourself to death, that wine will be more of a painful death than you wish it to be,” he said with raised eyebrows, pushing his glasses up his nose though he needed them little this day due to his recent pardon, but it was either habit or the fear that such a pardon was simply a lie that he kept them upon his features. (It was no longer a crime for him to be a monster, it would seem with recent events, but it could be a lie.)