#corcorvo

[t-artt]

ur empress is dead ur dotter left daycare

@corcorvo

[hissrading]

@corcorvo (surprise!)

“So. You and the prissy girl in the fancy tent. Jessamine. What’s the story there? You’re giving it to her on the side? Rolling a bunch of Antivan peasant girls when you’re not warming her bed? Sometimes I think I should have been a Crow. Who gets more play than you guys? I’d be really good at that part.”

[bi0w0lf]

            – @corcorvo ; 

        Steps were light, well practiced and placed on boards that refused to budge. Long shadows cut down the corridor of the Tower, laced through shapes of furniture backed by pale light diffused through frosted windows. Thomas’ breath was silenced by the thickness of a curved mask that jutted from his face, leather and metal fastened into the sharp silhouette of a plague doctor.  He wanted to show Emily, to see if she felt it suited. He always wondered what his friend would think. 

          The darkness around him changed, thickening all at once as he vanished from sight to reappear at the end of the hall soundlessly. The sight of him flickered again, almost as if it was unsure he belonged in this plane, but steadied as he crouched. He looked to the side, with caution, spying nothing. Thin fingers still wrapped in shadow reached for the handle of Emily’s door, brushing the polished brass just as he heard a noise. 

          Shit. 

[blcckbrd]

@corcorvo

It stormed outside in Dunwall. Lightning crashed and thunder boomed, rattling the windows of the Keep. Inside, there was just as much turmoil. Some servants whispered that the weather changed with the Emperor’s moods. When he would storm off into the bowels of his chapel and shut the doors off. The energy that radiated deep inside of those rooms crept through the various cracks of the walls and the clouds outside would roll in in aggressive patterns.

Batten down the windows. Close the doors. Set in for a rough night.

It was one of those nights. The residents had hunkered down in their homes, setting up their whale oil lights to dim in order to keep the power at bay. All of Dunwall stopped, save for the power that brimmed beneath the Keep.

Down by the docks outside of the Keep, however, another energy flared up. An intense explosion of energy mixed with the sudden cold, dark touch of void. A singular lightning bolt flew from the sky, striking the ground in a brilliant display of light set to welcome this new traveler from a different time. Thrown through the void and yanked from whatever time he came from, in the debris of the aftershock of the explosion was left a stunned man placed across the cobbled and desolate streets.

                Welcome home, Corvo Attano.                       Though it was not at all how you remembered it.

[silversiins]

steps are measured with the precision of someone who STRIVED for perfection. a person who spent decades clipping and grooming, preening into something -- SOMEONE -- else. a leather heel strikes porcelain marble floors to the beat of a seamless cadence, black robes a glistening skin to the owner who bore them. they flourished at the ankles, billowed backwards in a dark cloud. between a rib cage made of granite, a cross hung loose, thick and hefty and embroidered with minute jewels. the man that bore it was never one for grandeur, but since coming to the british court, GAUDINESS was practically expected from its inhabitants ( even from you, holy man. ) a thin banner of white cloth hung between his hips, the only other color beyond black and unnecessary gold. 

with p r a c t i c e d urgency, he strode forth through the grandiose halls, commanding an atmosphere of self-importance and indifference towards the people who parted for him. blue eyes were whittled to a SHARP edge, capable of staring down an unwilling individual ( a trait he found particularly advantageous in any situation where he needed to get somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. ) they set their attention upon the broad shoulders of a tall-standing man, and a crooked smile gracing his thin pulled lips as he stepped in front of him.  

                  ❛ -- sir corvo. how are you this morning? ❜

FOR @CORCORVO

[silversiins]

We are hunters, the both of us.

heavens help him. the long years were a greater teacher than anything else, delivering a quick punishment to the many times he was caught unaware. smoke that billows out thick and hot and heady from his lungs does not dissipate, but the owner of the slightly MUFFLED and raspy voice is undeniable even without sight. ashes flare orange, bright embers incandescent in the dark room as he inhales a deep drag to calm startled nerves. the face that peers back is otherwise stone, deep lines frozen into place by a will determined to reveal nothing. ❛ corvo. i suppose it’d be too much to ask you to KNOCK. ❜ slight fingers pluck a smoldering cigarette from between his copper wire lips, flashing a smile all too pointed and unnatural at the masked man. ❛ perhaps. years ago, i use to hunt in my downtime. but i’d imagine you might have had more opportunity, having access to the royal grounds and all… ❜ a s l o w , deep inhale soon adds another thick, impenetrable cloud to the choking atmosphere. through the smog, blue eyes roar with HELLFIRE  behind their steely gaze.  

                           ❛ though i am curious to see who is the better one. ❜

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