Jun 11
closed to: @fcllenstar muse: malik rhodes.
"He looks at you like he wants to fuck you. You know I don't like that shit."
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closed to: @fcllenstar muse: malik rhodes.
"He looks at you like he wants to fuck you. You know I don't like that shit."
closed to: @fcllenstar muse: savannah steele. 27. she/her. bisexual. nfl journalist/broadcaster.
"I don't know why I stick around to watch you burn our bridges down."
closed to: @fcllenstar muse: spencer steele. 28. he/him. bisexual. wide receiver for the buffalo bills.
"I should get used to it now, but I still find your things in my house. I go to throw them out, but then, I don't... I try to forget you, but I fear I won't."
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"an axe?" he jests, brow cocked and lips curled - the magic-knight twists his sword from the ground - holds the great sword out before him not as if its a hefty lot of steel but rather a weightless feather, its blade aglow with the glimmer of stars. "a barbaric weapon-" his teasing offers the other a sparring session - or maybe, should he want to - a serious fight "are you, pray tell, a barbarian?"
Looking at the other, there was a measure in his eyes. Measure - and amusement. This man looked like he had been torn from the nightsky. His sword mirrored in his eye... there was something about him that could only be described as beauty. And danger.
Glenn wasn't a fool. He had wandered these lands for too long already to be falling for things that could strike awe into a soul at first glance. Far too much of that sort would cost your life right afterwards.
The lopsided grin on his face grew a little wider, though, as he held up his axe. The smallest noise of metal meeting metal resounded. He was ready for a sparring, surely. And his confidence would show the other that quite clearly.
"Me? A barbarian...? Hm... I rather prefer the title of next Elden Lord!"
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"guided by the stars above..." he hesitates, an eye dashed between the sky and his immediate surroundings, a breath spared.
to see the stars below the ground, an unsettling sight.
"i find myself here—" he turns attention from the azure hue of above to instead the blood red twist of the other's home - hones in the celestial spin of an eyeball's hue unto the other, keeps his blade ready at his side - should the omen dare to tempt it. "in thy kingdom."
"tell me, to whom doth this realm belong-?"
"... Who are you to question to whom a lord's home belongs?"
The Lord of Blood stood tall; a demonic figure to behold, clad in robes of black, blood-dampened, and adorned by regalia of red and gold.
He gripped the handle of his trident with a clawed hand. He walked forward. Underneath his lordly garments, a wound yet bled. The divinity yet slumbered; but Mohg, ever faithful, remained by his side, nurturing the slumbering empyrean with blood.
"State your business."
the curious knight would hear the strum of a song before he'd ever see the creature behind it; what's that he plays? a strange sort of instrument that catches the knight's gaze long before curses and horns.
shielded by the guise of his helmet - the omen wouldn't see the shimmer of stars that search him for some semblance of intelligence. an omen with soul enough to sing through the press of his fingertips on string? such a sight has a magic stir inside the soldier - a smile weave its way across thick lips.
the sewers may be dark but within them exists a light as bright as any - down here, kane feels more at ease than beside the erdtree up above.
"to hear a melody in so bleak a place, 'tis truly a blessing." (( i hope this is okay! i wanted to refer to your music hc c: ))
The melody ceased in an instant; the instrument vanished from calloused fingers.
With his tail thrashing in alarm, he reached for his staff. The Fell Omen rose to his full height; an imposing figure to behold in so dark a place.
"T'will be thine undoing," said Margit, advancing upon the trespasser.