#janofthedesert

[moonlit-theft]

|| @janofthedesert vindt je bericht leuk:Startercall: Bruised ||

⟡ ═══ ♛ ═══ ⟡ "Well, of course I can get hurt... What kind of person do you take me for?"

         ˙ Though, returning to their round of drinking with a bruise on her cheek and blood dripping down her lips after she'd suddenly dashed out at an inhuman speed - who knows what happened?

[blackk-onyxx]

Nothing more than looking into the far distance of what seemed to be a white and gray forest in her vision. The high school not far but only behind her within in a small walking distance. “I been waiting...” Giving a silent mutter before  shaking her head.... 

To think that she would doze off like that without realizing it,

@janofthedesert

[prinsipessa-archive]

"I've come to save you."

                                                                     MEME | @janofthedesert

     “And how am I to know of your intentions for sure?”

[aldezofhyrule]

Pale streetlights (Modern AU)

(Closed starter for @janofthedesert)

It was an unpleasantly hot and humid evening when she entered the gun shop on the end of the street. One of those days where you could not tell if your shirt was wet from the thick air or your own sweat. Of course she still had a job to do, even on such days. Sometimes especially on these days: the unbearable temperatures tend to make silent birds sing.

She knew she was a rare sight in shops like these. Anywhere she would have been a rare sight with her unnatural pale skin and the light swallowing long black hair. But seeing her in a place like this was a completely other thing. She was pretty, and a pretty face was what made her job the easiest and hardest in the world. She never seemed to fit in the shady areas this town had to offer and was always visibly an outsider. Women who would visit this shop would’ve looked like the cigarette smoke had eaten through their hair and skin and colored it in an ashen tone. Or they would have visible scars or injuries, looking for a way to protect themselves from the next late night attacker.

A small doorbell rang as she entered the store and she took a look around. Of course, the walls were plastered with everything a gun fan could hope for, the real dangerous stuff locked away behind easily breakable glass showcases. But she was not here to arrest the owner for his sloppy safety arrangements. She was looking for someone and this guy might know where to find her. Aldez took a glance over to the counter to find it empty. Maybe he was in the back of his shop. She decided to take a walk through the room, checking out the wares, then slowly walking up to the counter, leaning over and looking through the open door behind it. He was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he prepared everything for closing the shop for tonight. It was, after all, only half an hour til then.

[goddessof-poems]

“ To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths! ”

Classic Lit. Sentence Starters

   “Huh? Do you...really think so?” The small goddess regarded her current “companion” a moment, before looking back down at her lap and considering the words. Perhaps, but... The more she thought about it, the more she wondered. Both for if it truly would be a worthy end to a life and- for him to say it- what it meant about the company she was keeping.

   “It makes me wonder, though...about all the rest of a person’s life. Even if they die laughing to make it a...glorious death, what of the things and people they leave behind?    “...I wonder.”

[impxdentprincess-blog]

╠⑇⑈╣Continued

@janofthedesert “Heh…Thanks. Been doing it most of my life. So, I have to be good at it. And yeah, I can tell ya, for sure. Hell, you can watch if you’d like. But, I’m not doing it right away.” Jan smiled softly to the other, giving her a slow nod. “Kinda glad I stumbled upon you. The company is nice.”

“What did you do before that?” She was curious about what the blacksmith had done in his life besides forging armor. When he proposed that she could watch she leaned forward a bit, but placed her chin in her palm.

“I’m glad I stumbled upon you as well, to be honest it gets a little lonely traveling alone.” Not that she wasn’t used to being alone. The few companions she had in her life had pretty much been assigned by elders who wanted her to turn out a certain way. A princess just couldn’t run around on her own.

“How long have you lived alone?” 

[vervainandwolfsbane]

“I may or may not also be drunk.” The knight slurred a bit, looking over to the strange woman, having just a bit of trouble focusing. (For Amelia!)

Looking over at him a frown appeared on the brunette’s face, unsure if he really meant what he said. With a roll to her eyes she moved closer holding the man up. She was hardly going to let him just fall over in this state. “...you are drunk, and very much in a you can’t walk home kind of way. Can I call you a taxi or something?”

@janofthedesert

[thelastofatribe]

rest of thread here

Sheik almost visibly shook himself from his thoughts. “Yes, of course. You’re right.” In addition, the palace couriers had brought the supplies that the Queen had found for them. She looked as though she longed to pull the Sheikah warrior into a hug and never, ever let go.