#gellintalah

[middenwake]

@gellintalah | sc .

                                                  “ BEFORE YOU JUDGE, just know this :                                                                        it wasn’t my idea. ”

he drops into a seat with a HUFF, removed jacket dropped upon another adjacent chair, the material of his coat colored in DIRT & a GREEN SLUDGE ; there’s some even on his CHEEK, this of which he swipes away with a look of DISGUST. 

                                                    “ job went sideways - not my fault.                                                                        i need a drink. ”

[shxwmaster]

@gellintalah said: 🔪

[ Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react. ]

     It's not often that the Spymaster finds himself outplayed, but it wouldn't be the first. Not that it makes anything better.

     His heart pounds in his chest as he ceases all movement, taking cautious and controlled breaths as he finds himself with a blade to his throat. A hand hovers over one of the many concealed knives on his person, but he doesn't take action just yet, weighing his chances.

     " You are just seconds away from a big mistake, " Shaw says, his voice even but teeth bared, and burning green eyes turn slowly to his assailant. " You know the risk you're taking — I'm a high value target. Wound me, kill me, and you'll spend the rest of your days looking over your shoulder. "

     Confidence bleeds into his voice. He knows he's right; the moment any SI:7 agent loses contact with him, a quiet fury would be unleashed, one he wishes he'd be able to see.

     " But how about we talk? Surely, you came all this way for something, yes? Now you have my undivided attention. "

[honorforgotten]

continued from here with @gellintalah​ .

her explanation, or ATTEMPT at one, did not bode so well for him. varok was certainly no stranger to blood, not at all — he had often suffered her same experience, returning to his people smeared in dark, black stains. he had often been just as LAX as she. but this was different. her blood was unbecoming on upon lilac skin, and it occurred quickly to him that this was no sign of TRIUMPH. 

varok was on her in mere seconds, hooking her off the wall and upwards into his arms. the motion was EFFORTLESS, given their difference in size, but his movements were careful enough not to disturb her wounds further. there was hardly a stable bed to lie her on, nor could he take her to any healers in the city. he settled for laying her in a rickety old chair in the corner of his home, trying to keep her from slumping too far.

❛ do not take me for a FOOL. you are not as good a liar as you think. ❜  he spoke with exasperation as he scrounged around for his spare medical supplies — he could only hope it would be ENOUGH, at least until she could get to a proper healer. he stripped the bloody fabric that clung to her skin, examining the damage with the slightest grimace.

❛ ancestors, nanthis... how did you MANAGE this? keep the pressure on it — don’t you dare pass out. eyes open. ❜

[ebonbladed-blog]

@gellintalah [ x ]

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ The rogue wasted no time in voicing her preferences. She grasped the man by the side of the neck and yanked him down toward her, her lips brushing against his only briefly before they lay into the flesh at his throat. “If you’re going to do it, do it right.” She hissed against his skin. Nanthis was always incredibly open with her wants, her needs. She liked things to go a certain way, and that way was typically with her face buried into a mattress, or raking her nails down someone’s back. “Or don’t do it at all.”

Feeling digits grasping at his neck, eyes of lichfire widened, only to be yanked down toward her. The action did distract him, forgetting to act in kind as her lips pressed to his own. And before he could return the touch, she was away, taking her lips to his neck and letting them tease the pallor flesh. Even in his undeath, the sensation drove a shiver of delight along his spine. The heat of her breath was quickly taken in by his flesh, grunting as she spoke. And now he had the presence of mind to curl his arms about her, pulling her into him so they were quite well pressed together. “Do you want to wear this armor again?” Came a heated growl from the Death Knight, digits already trying to work it off. And he wouldn’t hesitate to rip it from her form if he had to.

[elendeare]

[// Ala found 2 pretty night elf ladies. @gellintalah @nightscng

[donttell-myfather]

“All things end, all things burn to ash. But you, my friend, burn bright.”

COURIER - [ 🛡️ ] - Still accepting.  @gellintalah

And roar, dear heart;;

A tightened fist, subtle in its honesty, as glassy cerulean pressed against the gilded metal coating a throne he must seem far too small for - lids finally falling as a curtain to a tragedy, forcefully severing his gaze from hers - apologies caught in his throat, piling up against a dam hurriedly built for her sake… to hear something like that, from him, now… would that worsen the blow?

She had allowed him chances for grief, perpetuating his childish antics even in the midst of war, and what could he do for her?

                                              “I failed you - I know that.”

        (WHERE WERE YOU, THEN, YOU BRIGHT, GUIDING LIGHT?)

                          WHERE WAS YOUR WARMTH WHILE THEY BURNED?

The golden youth rose, and the heart-shattering onslaught of a thousand voices crying out, suddenly to become silent weighed on the air around him, lost spirits and betrayed souls, raging against their fate -

        And those before him…. those who survived, were crying out for war, roaring for revenge in their unbearable grief, and looking to him for the nod that could send them into an unyielding frenzy - and after all they had done to stand united… this was how they repaid one another. A gauntlet, discarded, and a gentle palm pressed against the top of hers, the young KING kneeling down as his eyes finally opened once again, gaze trained towards the floor. (I’m so sorry.)

                                          “I won’t fail again.”                           

                                                                                       ;;For that PEACE you seek                                                                                                                    is still so far

[viiribus-archived]

here you go @gellintalah, i hope you like her :)

[middenwake]

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down (could possibly be where she tells him her story??)  // touch meme . // @gellintalah​

under the INTENSITY of her gaze he has no choice but to comply, dropping to an available seat at her direction. hands settle upon his knees, palms up in INVITATION---she has something to share, he’s just waiting to hear.

however, there’s a sort of... TENSION to the air that implies it’s not an EASY topic for her, & he wonders if he should offer her a DRINK before they do this--- but in the meanwhile, all he’s able to give is a gentle smile, one he HOPES eases her concerns some ;

                                              “ no need to spit it all out in one go ---                                                   i’m listening, when you’re ready. ”