#defiedorder

[okwahospirit]

                   ❛     i  do  not  see  myself  as  a  KENWAY      -----   don't  act  as  though  i  am  one  because  you  are  related  to  me.     ❜

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[savaillance-blog]

I LOVE YOUR ARNO SO MUCH. ACV isn't my favorite game, but I still appreciate Arno as a character and I love the way you write him! I think there's a lot to be loved about Arno and I feel as though your blog just reminds me of that always. <3

                   tell me what you like about my portrayal

i totally see where you’re coming from!! unity is far from my fav (black flag might actually be my favorite actually) but arno just happened to be a great character in the middle of a less-than-amazing story. i just love him a lot and i’m so glad people like the way i write him bc unity and its characters, including arno, have gotten such a bad rap since a lot of people didn’t care for the game. i just want people to appreciate arno.so thank you a bunch, darling. your opinion means so much and i love your edward and your blog. you’re amazing.

[sanctamater]

                                         && @defiedorder ;;

  OUT OF PLACE, awkward: the clothes she had taken from her maid’s trunk hung too loosely upon her thin frame: emphasising her gauntness, the shadows left under her eyes. Gone are her PEARLS, her extravagant wedding bands ( merely shadowed by an imprint ), her carefully pinned hair. For all intents and purposes, the acclaimed HOLY MOTHER appeared to be a NORMAL, mundane woman: tired and drawn from a day’s work, had it not been for that spine of IRON that kept her stance firm. “Is this what you had in mind?” A pause, fingers pulling at the flesh of her ring finger as though it still held her bands. Haytham would not approve of this. “I do not own anything you would call... SIMPLE. I thought that this would do.” 

[ms-maryread]

                                                    @defiedorder CONT. Sequence 1.  [ X ]

                         “Never been too keen on sloppy seconds, Kenway.”

     Kidd hadn’t expected to get the position he did, master of leash at an expense of digestive freedom on an individual whom seemed more dog than man. Ah Tabai didn’t seem to like him, nor did half of Hispaniola for that matter, they of the iron cross type and wrongful right doings. But Kidd had learnt long ago how to make himself seem pleasant and trustworthy to these types.  

     Not that there wasn’t any specific reason why he shouldn’t be trusted, naturally. Except perhaps for Edward Kenway.

     Blonde haired Kenway who just slithered out of the sea and was making more work for the young captain than necessary. Kidd couldn’t help but feel exhausted as he watched and listened to the man-dog speak. He always felt a sense of “trouble” around him.

      Undeniably, they are tethered whether either liked it or not.

               “Maybe when you’re finished playing catch with that salty lot.” he nodded to a group of angry fishermen “you can fancy yourself to help me get shite done.”

[sxbjectxvii-a]

@defiedorder

The smell of sea salt was pungent in the air. Jesus, was it STRONG. In ways that he wasn't expecting. Perhaps in New York, the smells of the city diluted the potential strength. Smells of various restaurants and well, smells only the CITY could bring in. Desmond sat up slowly, confusion beginning to weigh even worse on him when he felt sand between his fingers, and not the soft sheets of his bed.

He blinks once, then twice, vision slowly fading from bleary to focused. What felt like an eternity was probably only a few minutes, but it was enough for Desmond to gather his senses. ....or perhaps, what was left of them from the assault on his nose.

The golden eyes shifted, attempting to gather where he was. A tropical island. With no recollection of how or why he was here.

'Could this at least be a damn vacation?' Fingers curled on the inside of his hood, tugging it down quickly. It wasn't going to be remotely close to a vacation.