AND WE RISE AGAIN.

Born out of realization----All we need is that the world be as it is.

[nyiro]

[peachillini]

" the ringing in my ears gets violent "

[rrenascemur-blog]

Psssttt... Happy Death Anniversary.

Whispers back.

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*PINS YOU CICADA STYLE AGAINST A CORNER* Where do you think /you're going/, Grandmaster?

*stares* ... Staying out of trouble, mister Shay? 

[georgiansuggestion]

undo your cravat very slowly in the presence of a dear friend from the militia

[rrenascemur-blog]

Colonel.

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canis-venaticus‌:

Doesn’t take his eyes away from him.

Eyes locked.

[canis-venaticus]

rrenascemur‌:

canis-venaticus‌:

rrenascemur‌:

canis-venaticus‌:

rrenascemur‌:

Chinhands.

Chinhands back at.

Stares.

Stares at.

Continues to stare.

Keeps on staring.

[rrenascemur-blog]

His focus on him - steady.

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canis-venaticus‌:

rrenascemur‌:

canis-venaticus‌:

rrenascemur‌:

Chinhands.

Chinhands back at.

Stares.

Stares at.

Continues to stare.

[canis-venaticus]

rrenascemur‌:

Chinhands.

Chinhands back at.

[rrenascemur-blog]

Stares.

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Chinhands.

[salikawoods]

Video Game Challenge: [1/7] male characters ↪Edward Kenway “We take as we please and become who we like. Self-made Men!”

[soljua-deactivated20180215]

reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

[canis-venaticus]

rrenascemur‌:

Haytham turned his head, his eyes watchful just after he saw Shay glance to his cup. He just realized how time went by him. Oh. Brows raised at the question, he cleared his throat and gave a nod. 

“Yes, quite all right, Captain.” 

Shay smacked his lips together as if finding for the words to say. There really was not much to talk about with the Grandmaster beyond the workings of the Templar Order. The older man was aloof and Shay had other matters to deal with from simple missions to handling the Templar Naval Fleet. So, they simply co-existed. “Good to hear then.” His eyes went back to the tea. “Would you like me to replace that?” He continued, pointing to Haytham’s untouched cup of tea. “I have a batch brewin’ up. I gather that you might prefer a warm cup.”

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“Thank you, yes,” he replied to Shay as he reached for his cup. 

When Haytham looked back at the other once more, there he saw a thoughtful look on Shay. His brows quirk in curiosity. “Well then.” Turning in his seat, the Grandmaster waved his hand and carried the cup with him. “Allow me. Air might do me good.” 

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canis-venaticus‌:

@rrenascemur

There he finds Haytham sitting by his desk and neatly folding a worn out letter. His table empty and without his usual opened journal, pen and ink. His tea cup untouched, now cold.

“What can I do for you, Captain?”

Shay blinked the moment Haytham spoke. It was an expected surprise, if one could put it that way, the Grandmaster always did have quite the senses for noticing curious Irishmen that looked into his room. Still, it was impressive. “Oh.” His eyes turned its attention from Haytham to the cup of tea that appeared to have gone cold. Was something on his mind? “Just checking if you’re alright.” He turned his attention back to his superior. 

Haytham turned his head, his eyes watchful just after he saw Shay glance to his cup. He just realized how time went by him. Oh. Brows raised at the question, he cleared his throat and gave a nod. 

“Yes, quite all right, Captain.” 

[rrenascemur-blog]

excuse you, @canis-venaticus

[rrenascemur-blog]

Shay peeks into the room, trying to see if the Grandmaster is doing anything. He squints.

There he finds Haytham sitting by his desk and neatly folding a worn out letter. His table empty and without his usual opened journal, pen and ink. His tea cup untouched, now cold. 

“What can I do for you, Captain?”