#boldfrye

[torntrutha]

Oh,   right.    My mistake.    Ladies and gentlemen,   the unstoppable Frye twins!    /    independent assassin’s creed roleplay blogs. 

[ofspvrta]

θ::|| @boldfrye​

The stench of the sewer had been overpowering. Not the worst spot she’s had to search for an artifact, but far from ideal. Unfortunately Aletheia had been certain the piece of Eden would be here. Maláka! Kassandra very shallow water, uttering a silent prayer that it wouldn’t leave her boots permanently smelling awful. She liked these boots. It wasn’t the worst situation, nor grossest she’d been in, but in all her many, many years, she’d still rather be somewhere else. “It’s not that I’m doubting your information... but did it have to be a sewer?” She waited silently for Aletheia to give her usual straight forward answer, ignoring her sass as usual, but instead she was greeted by a feeling that she was no longer alone. Instinctually, she began to reach for her sword, dipping further into the shadows to see who was joining her beneath the city streets. 

[braverook]

@boldfrye​ asked:  ❛❛ Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… ❜❜ SAD  &.  SOFT  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

had  jacob  been  speaking  all  this  time  ?  they’re  unsure,  and  frankly,  wouldn’t  be  able  to  give  an  answer  either  way  ;  the  only  thing  the  rook  could  process  was  delicate  fingers,  contrasted  with  their  overall  view  of  jacob,  being  raked  through  short  hair,  and  the  way  the  action  soothed  all  feelings.  it  had  also,  apparently,  caused  danny  to  temporarily  phase  out  of  their  current  environment  -  the  vibrations  of  the  train  running  its  course  didn’t  help  either.  tranquil.  that’s  how  they  thought.  

body  draped  over  jacob’s  with  limbs  splayed  out  in  every  direction  it’s  almost  a  wonder  how  the  two  could  fit  on  the  small  sofa  together.  completely  absent  minded  from  it  all,  a  few  moments  of  silence  passes  before  a  gentle  hum  of  affection  responds.   ❛  no  argument  from  me,  boss.  ❜   follows  their  quiet  murmur  with  a  satisfied  sloppy  smile  to  compliment  it. 

[torntrutha]

evie or cirilla starter call  --  @boldfrye​ .

“   I have decided,  my dear brother,  that I couldn’t allow you to do this alone.   ”     Evie’s sass is so flat,  but what makes it eerie is that her words come from seemingly nowhere.   At least to anyone else.    A disembodied voice,  just suddenly.   It’s Evie’s specialty,  after all.    A few seconds after she speaks she makes an appearance.   She lands almost silently right next to Jacob,   just the simple click of heels  --  anyone else that heard it would have already been dead or in trouble.    She stands next to him like she’s just always been standing there,  maybe she was spying.

“   Do you have a plan?   ”   

[managone]

↳ @boldfrye​   ♡  ‘d for a starter

❝ THIS IS SO DISGUSTING. ❞  large mug was held with both hands, nose scrunching from the bitter taste of the alcohol that she just drank. She made a face and stuck her tongue out, practically shuddering. It was one of those so bad it’s kinda good things.  ❝ Can I get another one ? ❞

[elisexdelaserre]

@boldfrye​ said: "So, Miss Good Templar. Have you met the British Order already?"

Élise can’t help but chuckle a bit at these words. Of course, her first reaction, in this new era, was to try to meet the Templars in charge. But that meeting disappointed her so damn much. She has HOPED for better. She has always wanted peace between the two factions, but Starrick and the other Templars in London are just other versions of Germain. They want to control the people by fear. 

“Of course I did.” She replies, keeping a smirk on her features. “It didn’t go well, though. They remember me of my enemies, quite a lot. I’m not sure I could ever stand those guys.”

[managone]

@boldfrye​ for le one liner

❝ WERE YOU ALWAYS THIS SLOW ? ❞ she teased with a grin, tapping the brick chimney of the building they were on that was mentally marked as the finish line for a rooftop race.  ❝ I win. Again. ❞

[managone]

Hey.

Dweeb.