Do Not Leave Me In This Abyss

18 +!!!! Muse is 25+ Independent RP for Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. OC/Crossover Friendly!

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

Okay, so I have finally moved over to @sideburnsmelancholia

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[oldfarmhouse]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨✨

[sideburnsmelancholia]

WIP

Old archive blog >> @sideburnsandmelancholy

This is my new blog, seeing as my old one was blac.klisted :)

@honorhearted @richardxoliverxmayhew @pagetreader @cabbxges-and-kings

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[mirrorlookingglassspeculum]

Just couldn’t resist. Alice Through the Looking Glass, illustration by Mervyn Peake (1911-1968) via L’aquoiboniste

[happymiffy]

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

I'm rewatching Turn and... @honorhearted @cabbxges-and-kings Robert Townsend

[ashstfu]

i dont get jealous but like haha who's that

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

I went on a raving rant about how J.ane Austen is Lig.ht Academ.ia and the Bro.ntes are D.ark Ac.ademia and my m.om was like "look I have no idea what you're talking about I'm just trying to watch Lo.ve and Ja.ne."

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

royal a.ss ca.ncer

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

when u rp with like 6 people and have to make a neue blog due to issues with your old blog and have problems with change:

[gyllenhala]

Sleeping With Other People (2015)

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

Okay I am back and ready to write!

I’ve missed everyone a lot :) hope to get the swing of things again!

[daily-spooky]

[greelin]

can you come collect your freak of a man please. He’s doing things

[keldabe-kriff]

[deskgirl]

[lussekatter]

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

Dead? Benjamin's jaw tensed, his mouth twitching as he fought against a scream. It was a lie -- a goddamn lie! -- and instead of giving in to the man's baiting, he appraised Rogers with mounting fury. The Queen's Ranger was mocking him, goading him, but he would rather die than give the other man the satisfaction. "He's not dead," Benjamin finally rasped. "If he were, you'd have no leverage against me. There would be nothing to keep me from shooting you right where you stand." It was a bold move; perhaps it was on both of their parts, given how the present space didn't allow much room to grapple. "You serve no one but yourself," Benjamin continued, his tone clipped. "Don't patronize me with your false sense of allegiance -- you have no love for your king, just as I am losing my ever-fading mercy." He tightened his hold on his flintlock. "What do you want, Rogers? A stand-off? A fair fight?" Here, Benjamin's mouth curled back into a sneer. "If that were truly the case, you wouldn't have abducted Heathcliff to get my attention. It would have just been you and me."

"Yer here, ain't ye?" Rogers replied with a chuckle, putting his hands on his hips. "You should know better than to deal with the likes of him." His alluding was vague, on purpose as Rogers worked with many Indigenous Peoples and was thankful for their help.

"I serve many a man, I am last on the list as always...my King comes first and he should come first to you as well." With that, the large man blew between his fingers and the sound pierced through the skeletal trees.

Several men jumped out, some were clearly British and others were Indigenous. The group fired several shots at Benjamin, though they missed. The attack at night proved to be more difficult, especially with the moon being hidden behind the clouds. As the smoke shrouded the figure of Rogers, he slinked back wards letting his men take the lead.

[honorhearted]

"What has your king ever done for you?" Benjamin challenged. "He is a self-serving, greedy hypocrite, content to ride on the backs of the less fortunate. At least here, I serve my friends and family, and my God."

Rogers apparently had heard enough. He lifted his hand and then whistled, causing several armed men to launch free of their hiding places.

Swearing under his breath, Benjamin quickly dove to the side, the whizzing of musket-shot scarring a tree overhead before he dropped, rolled, and then fell down the side of a shallow hill. Only being minorly rattled, he managed to leap back up to try and take cover.

Another gunshot rang through the air and Benjamin flinched, but managed to keep moving. Nearly tripping across the forest floor, he righted himself and stumbled onward, but not without a stray branch snagging him across the cheek. He hissed and gritted his teeth, then finally dove down amidst the copse of trees.

Aiming his flintlock as silently as he could, Benjamin remained hunkered over in his cramped position, his vision momentarily blinded by sweat as he searched the woods. His cheek stung from the shallow cut, and he grimaced, pausing to wipe his sleeve across his wound.

"Is this what you call a fair fight?" Benjamin shouted over the din. "You once swore it would be you and me -- call off your dogs and face me like a man!"

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

The large man skulked amid the smoke and loud bangs of flintlocks, intent on ambushing the blond so as to have the upper hand on him. Finally, weeks of practice and waiting would pay off! All the humiliation, rage and frustration would finally be for something.

Rogers chuckled softly as he heard Benjamin yell about fairness, something he often griped about himself. How he was more worthy than others, how it was unfair that he had to suffer due to the idiocy of other men! Freezing, the Scot saw Benjamin stumbling slightly with blood on his cheek--it suited him well. There would be much more of that to come...

Stepping out behind the blond, Rogers called out as he aimed for Benjamin's upper arm, "and what would a rat like you know abou' being a man?" All at once, he snapped the trigger with every intention of maiming deeply but not killing. Benjamin Tallmadge was of very little use dead; that was, until he got what information he needed out of him. He knew exactly what it would take to break him too, that secret weapon was waiting back at the cabin.

Pressing his thumb and index finger to his lips, Rogers signalled for his men to come and help him collect his prize.