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[parisian-eagle]

"Monsieur Dorian, what's this I hear about skipping meals?" Aiden stood in the doorway of the room. She had her arms crossed against her chest, and an aggravated expression on her face. "Please tell me it isn't true, you need to stay healthy."

Meme:

“What it is is none of your concern. If I grow hungry, I will eat, but as of now, I feel fine.” He hadn’t eaten a meal, but he’d been picking at the nuts and fruit that adorned his desk. He had survived on less for longer, paperwork wouldn’t kill him.

[blxodyknuckles-a-blog]

Concern, it was one of the main things once he heard the loud shot of a gun, looking down to see if blood was slowly seeping from a wound, the pain not quite kicking in yet. But there was nothing, clean of any gunshot wound, or anything really, though it didn’t stop his eyes from automatically shifting over to Aiden, seeing how she stumbled back a little. Wipping out his own gun, he was quick to aim and pull his trigger, watching them fall to the ground. Stuffing it away, he rushed over to her side and looked at her, that wound. “Love- Aiden.. we gotta get you ‘elp..”

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[saviourofworld-blog]

a cloth in hand and a glass in the other, his eyes shifted across the bar and rest of the building, the night becoming fairly busy. placing the glass down he smiled briefly at one if the people seated at the bar, throwing flirtatious remarks towards desmond in hopes of getting free drinks or maybe even getting in his pants. brushing them off with that charming smile on his scarred lips, he instead took that glass from the woman, empty and start cleaning before looking into her eyes and telling her that was her limit of drinks for the night.

sighing, the assassin turned to look at the wall of alcohol, stressed and rather tired but he continued on until his shift was done. hearing a new pair of voices enter the bar, he looked over his shoulder, a few woman, provocative clothing whilst another looks almost.. out of place. dragged along he could only assume.

it wasn’t long until it seemed like the little split up and that unknown woman sat down. “need a drink?” desmond asked, mandatory to some extent.

starter. ( @aiden-nicks. )

[32202-blog1]

“i don’t usually do this but.. you looked lonely over here and i thought it might be nice to give someone company.” he had taken a seat beside the woman on the set of swings. it was fairly dark out so she could barely see his face.

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[ilestfort-blog]

“ it is quite alright - it’s hard to know who is anyone with all these  masks. “ he mused, eyes shifted as he noticed an emblem along  her neck, what looked like a necklace of a symbol. triggering his  EAGLE VISION he could see the nearly unnoticeable creed  symbol, hidden away. “ i must say though, you don’t go through the trouble of hiding who you’re with. “ he smirked, speaking again before she could even get to say anything to COUNTER.

“ do not worry, i am the same. “ she said softly, knowing that sometimes there were people who paniced once he found out about their secrets.

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[jacobfryx-blog]

The New One

@aiden-nicks Closed Open Starter Jacob looks as he walks through the streets of London, he adjusted his brass knuckles. Today at least it was raining as the sun glistened on the buildings of London. As he decided to step into a bar. Walking up he moitions his finger for a drink, as he sits down in a chair as the guy gave him his beer. Drinking it down he taps his fingers on the glass, as he sighs and looks around. He saw some Blighters walking outside but didn't bother, he could beat them up anytime but right now he wanted this to himself. Well to an extent that is. For now he saw someone...new walk into the Bar, as he raises his eyebrow. "Hmp" Jacob said tilting his head, as he smiles a little bit. Curious to see if he will sit by him or not, as he drank his beer as normal.

[maelsxtrom]

Port and Starboard

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There were innumerable ways that Sinbad thought this most recent adventure could have gone. But being thrown oveboard without his metal vessels was definitely not one of them.

Blame his usual lack of caution or flamboyant nature but how was he supposed to know that flattery didn’t work when calming the errant south sea beast? He could have sworn he read a scroll depicting how one person actually managed to tame these beasts and even made them his friend. (Although, of course, that could have been a children’s tale not meant to be taken seriously.)

Thank his lucky stars that another ship was sailing by. If he can convince its captain to take the eastern route then he could reunite with his crew and his vessels soon enough.

“Hey! Over here!”

Sinbad waved his hand frantically even as he tried to stay afloat. He might be an experienced sailor and an excellent swimmer but fatigue can easily overcome him just like any ordinary man.

“Help..!”

[blxodyknuckles-a-blog]

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how my muse would KISS yours ;; @aiden-nicks