#bandortalah

[futurepop]

@bandortalah liked for a starter.

   ❝Look at this!❞ Eve dips into her fingers into the sparkly blue eyeshadow and then rubs it all over her eyelids. ❝Isn’t this the prettiest eyeshadow you’ve ever seen? It’s so glittery!❞

[thuashdore]

        ❝  you  did  not  have  to  do  this,  you  know?  ❞  it  was  a  rhetorical  question,  for  two  reasons:  one,  because  she  wished  to  fill  the  silence  more  than  anything  else  (  such  was  in  her  nature  ),  and  two:  because  she  already  knew  that  the  other’s  answer  would  be  something  pertaining  to  their  insistence.  still,  she  anticipated  an  answer  regardless,  though  did  not  hope  for  an  outcome  any  different  to  the  one  she  had  already  envisioned.

        she  pressed  the  dampened  towelette  to  her  face,  pressing  gently  and  keeping  her  hand  there  only  to  ensure  it  would  remain  where  it  needed  to  be.  fortunately  Lovetz  had  not  drawn  blood  this  day,  though  she  did  have  quite  the  bruise  forming  across  her  pale  complexion.  in  that  short  time  she  had  already  revised  her previous  query  internally.  after  taking  a  pause  to  sip  at  the  drink  her  host  had  provided  (  she  showed  her  gratitude  with  a  smile;  as  best  as  she  could  muster  ),  she  spoke  again:

        ❝  I  mean  to  say:  it  was  an  argument;  nothing  more.  I  should  not  have  provoked  him  as  I  did.  it  will  be  fine,  once  the  pain  dulls.  ❞

@bandortalah  //  for  modern

[steelnutsack-blog]

@bandortalah

“wow! you don’t scare easy. i love that.  but that fucking stink eye you’re givin’ me?  i can’t have that shit.”

[spectrisconsarcio]

@bandortalah “You’re getting cold,” he muttered against the space behind her ear, one hand raising and breaking contact with her only to drizzle more blood over her from the pail next to the tub. It, too, had already begun to cool with exposure to the air. Unfortunate, he grumbled. Human was too thin and light to facilitate a bath. “Poor choice.”

[akumeis]

not a moment too soon does a hand raise from its previous place of lingering before parchment && take between pointer && thumb the bridge of his nose. the male emits a groan as eyes close && head bows ever so slightly. he hates to acknowledge it, often opts to work through it to the BEST of his ability, but he feels a bit of a headache coming on.

if only that could be surprising to those who knew him best. forgoing basic needs in order to have more time to mill over paperwork && yet another tome read many a time before, aymeric ?

typical.

his head throbs && only when the congregation is entered by yet another unfamiliar face ( what could you expect, when situated right aside the forgotten knight ? no one could be faulted for ending up here instead ) can pry his attention from the sensation.

❛ i do not suppose you’ve any business here ? pray forgive me if that is an incorrect assumption. ❜

@bandortalah. // liked for a starter.

[aetherilily-blog]

   @bandortalah liked for a starter

   ‘ Sylvanas! ‘ Raised voice carried out the call of attention towards the leader of the Horde. It was Sylvanas herself whom had called the Death Knight here, to speak face to face after their paths had crossed before in the past. Perhaps it was the wonder that fluttered within her mind that had brought her here despite knowing that there was possible trouble awaiting her just for being present in a territory where her faction was not welcome.      Glowing blue examined the room around her, the old throne room surrounded by ruin of a fallen city, large pointy ears twitching at the sound of foot steps echoing in the halls. The Under city was a place she knew very little of, the sight of it alone causing lips to form a frown at the assumptions her mind had processed but those were quick to subside when finally laying eyes on the woman she had been waiting for.      ‘ When do you plan to tell me why it is you called me here, hmm? You were vague when our paths crossed last. ‘ Perhaps too vague...

[vigilsworn]

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

meme. ❜  symbol sent for my muse’s reaction to yours –

             Banshee.    It’s  not  merely  a  word  nor  simply  a  concept,  but  a  creature  manifested  of  vile  existence,    a  creature  to  fear  in  the  long  drag  of  night,  curtailing  heartbeats  with  a  shriek.    Or  so  he  had  been  told,  educated  within  the  walls  of  Stormwind,  away  from  the  machinations  of  the  Horde’s  supposed  divisive  tactics    –  but  he  sees  nothing  of  what  he  had  been  taught,  nothing  learned  in  the  face  of  a  woman  who  is  but  a  rallying  cry  for  an  entire  nations  of  people  now.

War-chiefs  came  and  went,  some  to  better  circumstances,  some  to  graves.      Nary  different  from  the  leaders  of  his  people,  nary  different  from  anyone  else,  but  Sylvannas  –  she  remains  constant,  remains  a  bastion  for  the  Forsaken  and  those  that  remain  of  the  Horde.      

And  it’s  a  passing  moment  that  he  bares  witness  to  her,  a  passing  moment  for  her  thumb  to  cross  his  cheek  as  he  sits  on  the  ground,  injured  (  hardly  mortally  )  from  a  scuffle  with  the  Scarlet  Crusade.  He’s  never  been  one  for  unnecessary  zealotry  and  slaughter  in  the  name  of  it  and  the  defense  of  others  in  neutral  territory  is  something  all  should  uphold.      

Yet  she’s  frigid  in  touch  and  he  cannot  help  but  wince,  though  her  graze  is  nary  a  softer  sensation.      Carmine  dapples  on  her  thumb  now,  caking  against  the  sallow  swarth  of  flesh  not  covered  in  ebony  armor.      

He  speaks,  jaw  working  .    So  many  ways  this  could  possibly  go  and  some  may  end  with  his  head  upon  a  pike  (  --  if  the  legends  of  her  were  true  ).        

❛       --    Forsaken  or  not,    no  one  deserves  to  be  massacred.    Especially  not  the  helpless.    The  Scarlet  Crusade  had  been  foolish  to  take  their  grudge  to  the  Plaguelands  and  on  a  caravan  of  travelers  no  less.  And  I  mean  no  ill  to  them  either,  my  lady.         ❜

[gellintalah]

“ that’s the smile i was hoping to see… ”

after the damage meme

    🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ What a smile indeed. The wicked curve of her lips only grew larger, more defined, as she twisted and pushed the blade deeper into her enemy. Sylvanas was proud, much more proud than was good for her. She’d underestimated her, allowed her to get too close, and now… “Even you can die, Sylvanas.” Came the words from her lips, yanking her serrated blade from the wound, watching the dark blood seep from it. “And you had to know that we would come for you,after what you’ve done.”