#compasslon

[magisterious-blog]

@compasslon -- ;

     this was the nature of their savage quandary . it had been robbed from him , filched by some amateur failure and obstruction . the herald was no more than tinder to be amassed to the flames , no matter how much of an obstacle they ennobled themselves to . those very flames crackled and licked icy chill , moisture hissing as it was evaporating from such brief and brutal contact much akin to the elder one who walked without fear or obstruction . majick convulsed and radiated infernal energy withal , summoning a sickening pall of dread to his person . yet , the twinge of passing caught his spying attention , corypheus allowing displeasure to arraign afoul upon his distorted countenance . 

   ‘ i wonder what trying little pest thought to hide themselves from me . ‘

[pvgnator-blog]

( @compasslon )

( halloween themed starters ) | Not accepting!

His cuts are precise, but that’s not enough to make the pumpkin he was carving look nice. It probably woldn’t look that bad in the end, but until then, there were two assymmetrical eyes and part of a crooked mouth.

                                 “ I used to do this sort of thing very often when I                                    was a child. I hardly ever had the patience to                                    actually FINISH one, but. Where are you from,                                    Cole? Do you have this tradition over there, too? ”

It was clear he didn’t quite know the boy’s condition.

[heraldofdoubtarchive]

-- compasslon​

It was often she could find him in the oddest of places throughout the fortress they’ve all grown to call home. With those who wish to come at her from all sides, seeking a quiet refuge was at the height of her list. Though, it should not have surprised her to find him there, perch rather precariously off the battlement’s edge. It strikes her momentarily, a twinge of maternal instinct to reach out to him, to tell him to come down from there, but she knew better. He didn’t need a mother--he needed a friend.

             “ Is it a good view this afternoon, Cole? “

[xcadash]

@compasslon | cont.

Cole had a way of speaking in what appeared to be cryptic: sometimes it took Flint a while to figure out what he had said. However, this time the meaning behind his words was clear, & he found himself nodding in agreement.

‘Cole, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while now,’ he said. He had asked a few of the other members of the Inner Circle the same question before, but they had given answers that he had somewhat expected from them. He was curious as to how the boy would answer, due to his unique nature.

‘Why join the Inquisition? Other than the fact that you want to help people?’

[apriciitatis]

compasslon replied to your post “™§”

[ this is so cute ;v; ]

[ ;w; i hoped u would like it ]

[yankedleash-blog1]

compasslon replied to your post “         “MY dear, surely you’re not SERIOUS?”

[ Do you mind if I jump in on this?? ;v; ]

ooc.  of course not!

[axquitas]

compasslon

      “ Left here on my own I’m gonna hurt myself,           Maybe losing my mind, Still wondering why           I had to let the world bled me dry. “

      He’s not actually talking to anyone, really he’d         come up here to be alone, to talk to himself,         perhaps talk to Justice, and calm down.  There         was so much going on in the hold, so many         people coming and going and chattering on         about too many things for him to possibly         focus.

      He just wanted some relative silence to breathe.