#bytheoutsider

[dishonoredattano]

I'm going out for a little while to do a few things. I shouldn't be gone too long, maybe an hour. I'll get to replies when I return.

[masked--crow]

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A light rain had swallowed the district, tapping lightly and creating darkened dots in the assassin's coat.

Corvo didn't mind rain. Something comforting about it, he supposed. Perhaps its usual predictability--the signal of grey painting the sky and a muggy scent in the air--did the trick. Maybe its frequency in Dunwall, its constance.

Tonight, Bottle Street was home to its usual thugs roaming about the alleyways, yelling at each other in inebriated slurs, alcohol missing the mouth and dribbling all over their clothes. Corvo still walked among them, performing the occasional favor for Slackjaw (the two would never really be even, it seemed) or hesitantly taking the drinks the thugs offered him.

When provided a free night, a night seemingly-scarce of chaos, Corvo became restless. One looked forward to peace, but once achieving such a thing, it became dull. Especially for a man who was all to used to rather... Unusual things taking hold of his life. Even if things had calmed a bit after Emily's ascension to the throne.

But when you were bored, you were bored. And so he was, leaning his head back against a wall, listening to the quiet rain.

[walkerbehindyou]

He doesn't answer, taking his time to weight his options.  Walker whistles faintly when he finally responds.  "I wish I could say it's been centuries since someone talked to me like that, but..." he trails off.  "Well, you know how it is.  Not much respect for the eldritch."  Something nags at him as he stares back at those black eyes.  

[thedishonored--one-blog]

I've Become... Boring.

Corvo's feet clapped quietly against the stone floor. The only thing he'd managed to take off, after sitting for the painting and coming to the horrid realization he had just reached, were his boots. He made a consistent loop around the large room, skirting the edge of the large--and only half-filled-- bed on his circuit from door to windows to night table to door.

"How did this happen?" He wailed, distraught. The sound was inhuman--a snared beast realizing its blunder, or the child he had once been when his mother had thrown herself from the cliffs. A strange, broken, strangled sort of noise to convey the broken, strangled feeling inside.

It all fell into place now. Becoming General. Sparing Daud. The Outsider found him boring. That was why he was doing this. Keeping himself distanced and lost. It all made sense now.

Boring. Boring. Boring. The word had once meant so little, carried no burden. Now it felt like blasphemy. Like ice on a peppermint-bitten tongue, grossly uncomfortable but not quite painful, not yet.

But one thing was clear. He had to find the Outsider--HIS Outsider--again.

And he tore from his room like the devil incarnate.

[thedishonored--one-blog]

To my Dear Outsider, esq.

I appreciate your alerting me to this. It is with a heavy heart that I allow you to go with no fight whatsoever. I do realize that I made a promise to you, and that I have let you down with my mortal ignorance.

Please forgive me. I do not care if you wish to see me again, though I suspect you will not. It is my fault, and it is in my best interest to allow us our separate ways to rectify this matter.

I ask you to take your mark from me, and with it your gift. Twice I have failed you. I should not have come asking for it that day. But if you will allow me explanation, I would be most eternally grateful, whether it sways you in this matter or not.

I do not have feelings for Dimel. I admit that once, I did, but those days are past. What you saw was a mistake, and I shall take full responsibility. I do certainly hope Daud loves you as much as I loved you. As I still love you. But a fool and his riches are soon parted. As are a fool and those he loves. 

I wish you only the best. If you wish to see me, I will be at the Bridge so I may think more freely. I suspect afterwards I will be speaking with Dimel to sort our end of this piteous mistake out. Afterward, we will be making our way to Dunwall tower. Emily shall be crowned Empress this night. Do not come to find me unless you sincerely wish for it. Thrice I have failed those I love. I do not believe a fourth failure is in order.

Lo

My Apo  

Mi dispiace,

Corvo Esodo Attano