#croweoftheglaive

[meldaciomartyr]

🤙 Bump into my muse

Non-verbal RP starters:

There was a reason he didn't come into the Crown City all that much, He was a mainlander, a country boy an' this many folks squeezed into jus' one settlement ... well it jus' didn't feel right.

He liked the broad openness o' outposts on the mainland. The breadth o' the world - big sky country. Insomnia was all hustle an' bustle and ain't no one had time for anyone else. Dave felt like an alien makin' his way through the narrow streets o' the refugee sector, but there were tipsters based in Insomnia that he liked t’touch base with whenever the job brought to this neck o’ the woods.

But even here in this concrete jungle familiar faces smiled back; folks the hunters had helped make their way here. Good for 'em. Too busy watchin' some people, the hunter caught his balance when he collided with someone. "Shoot, sorry bout that,"

He knew what that black uniform meant and flashed an apologetic smile at the female glaive, scratchin' the back of his head. "I ain't used t'the big city m'afraid. My apologies, ma'am."

[niflheimxheir]

@croweoftheglaive​ started following you:

‘ okay, so i have to ask — why do all the guards in lestallum make jokes about you owing them a helmet or two? ’

[hartofbalamb]

[ REUNION ] : after being separated for a lengthy time, our muses are reunited and share a kiss to mark the occasion.

Kissing Prompts | status: open

  He had wanted to do this the moment he saw her, the moment she became real to his senses once more after so many years lost and presumed dead. But years brought change, and feelings were no exception to that rule — there had been another after him, he felt fairly certain he’d heard, or at least suspected. Perhaps there had been more since. Perhaps her feelings for him had died on that doorstep the day they decided to walk away from the complications instead of soldiering through them; when hard got too hard, and too dangerous to be worth it.

  But even if so — even if he kissed her and felt no shock of reignition, nothing to bring them back to those better moments, some part of him demanded to express its relief in ways words could not. Relief that she was alive. Relief that she was here, a friendly face in Lestallum in a world of darkness.

  He’d give her the chance to pull away, to stop him, standing there on the railed porch of the hotel looking out over the twinkling glow of lights, lulled by the hum of a distant generator. He’d give her a chance, but if she didn’t take it he would close the space that had no business ever being between them, kissing her lips gently, chastely, knowing only for certain in the moment when he tasted the familiarity of her skin that it was not a phantom that tormented him; she had come back. 

[pelnaxkhara]

☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket

judging by the sliver of light that streamed in from the crack where the threadbare curtains met, it was already mid-morning ... probably closer to lunchtime than the morning actually. and for the first time in a long time, he genuinely didn’t care.

he was rostered on for later shift on the rota, the one that started in a few hours. still had plenty of time to grab a shower, some food and head for the headquarters if he got up now ... tardiness wasn’t a habit of his. surely he wouldn’t be exiled to gate-duty for showing up late just once?

raking his fingers through her loose locks, pelna couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he pulled the sheets up further around her shoulders - staring down into those big brown eyes he’d gladly drown in.

‘ y’think anyone would be suspicious if we both called in sick? ’

@croweoftheglaive

[pelnaxkhara]

“just be careful.” 

his first instinct was to wave away her plead - he’d be fine. been through worse, right? 

no. not right.

true, but still not right. if the shoe were on the other foot and she was the one insisting on this, he’d be far more vocal than she was being. if she were the one trying to dress herself, disregarding everyone else’s advice and concerns and insisting on going to see how tredd was after he’d shot her, then pelna would be more concerned about her mental health than her physical wellbeing.but sarah wasn’t tredd.

there had been no agenda behind her actions. he blamed micah for what she’d done, not sarah herself … she wasn’t a soldier or a guard, not a hunter nor a glaive … this war was taking its toll. others had cracked already - disappeared off into the eternal night and surrendered themselves to the darkness. add the facade of a broken boy to that and sarah must have been putty in that bastard’s hands - she hadn’t been able to stop nyx from getting hurt when he’d fought to defend a doomed city, maybe she’d seen a chance in micah to make up for that? not that it needed any making up. 

stopping when his head started to swim, pelna sat back on the edge of his bed and let out a deep breath … okay. maybe another few days. right now he was no help to anyone. even going on a supply run, he’d be useless if a daemon spawned and attacked the truck - or worse. if those scavengers from sanctuary targeted the truck. 

some day, he’d make all this up to her - not realising she’d been sent on a fool’s errand back in insomnia, not digging deeper when he’d felt that niggling sensation of unease, for keeping the truth about his past relationship from her … for keeping  that watch. for all the ups and downs since then, the chopping and changing, for dragging her and asha to lestallum, and back again on a visit that had turned sour … some day. when the sun was shining bright and they could look back on all of it and laugh, then he’d make it up to her.

for now though, he’d just keep making those small apologies. reaching over to grab crowe’s hand, he laced his fingers with hers and kissed the back of her hand.

’ i’m sorry, i know i don’t make this easy for you at times crowe … i know how crazy i sound. but i just … i need to make sure she’s okay. and i need her to know that i don’t hate her. ’

[saxhamsurvivor]

you can{’t} avoid all the secrets

@croweoftheglaive:

Lestallum.

He’d made the trip himself to drop off the supplies, mostly to ensure his vendors were satisfied with the change in ‘ownership’ of Saxham, and to see his brother-in-law. Axis would feel... better if the children were in Lestallum with Rye. Saxham had brought back old nightmares he’d thought long past.

Maybe the last few weeks he’d spent there had him looking for ghosts, but he froze when he thought he saw Crowe in the crowd.

[heartxandxhome]

“*glares at*”

Silent action starters:

She wanted to check on Pelna, to see how he was. To grasp for some explanation for her actions. 

She had been spooked. A lie. She hadn’t realised who he was. Another lie - she hadn’t tried to recognise who she was attacking. It could have been anyone. 

What Sarah wanted most was to apologise to Pelna. She had no excuses, but that didn’t diminish the terrible fear and guilt knotting her stomach. He didn’t deserve this. Standing on the porch of the house, she could feel Kaleb’s eyes watching her and almost took a step out into the outpost.

Until she saw Crowe across at the infirmary. Those dark eyes were almost black, her expression just short of a scowl and contempt plain to see. Hatred even. “N-nevermind … I should stay in here.”

Sarah barely recognised her own voice, weak and meek as she back-tracked ad stood on her husband’s toes in a rush to hide back inside. Crowe knew. She knew it was her fault Pelna was in there, knew what she had done and Sarah couldn’t deflect that blame. Because it was her fault, her doing and a sign of far her actions had slipped from her grasp.

[pelnaxkhara]

✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands

he’d never get tired of seeing that grey streak warm into a soft pink, the dappled prelude of sunrise that gave way to watery orange of the day. morning’s brightness without the sun’s bistering heat, the sound of the city starting to wake - shop doors being pushed open, shutters creaking and dumpsters being moved back into the side streets … no one would guess that less than twelve months ago an eternal night had claimed every waking hour.

a hand gripping the wrought iron of the little balcony on either side of her, pelna dipped his head to press a chaste kiss to the back of her shoulder, a smile on his lips when his hands left the balcony and snaked around crowe’s waist, around the swell of her stomach and fingers lacing with hers.

‘ morning beautiful. ’