#lastwhale

[h34dnull-moved]

 “  it seems we are the only ones here.  ”  @lastwhale commented.

“  seems so.  ”    to be honest,  kieran was already a little nervous around the other.  something made his stomach flutter with unease.  though he wasn’t about to be rude and walk off.

“  wh- what got you out so late?  i’m a night feller.  different kinda fish’re out that don’t like the sun too much.  ”

[torntrutha]

@lastwhale​ :      “ what will you do, now that you’ve regained control of the empire once more? ”

emily  doesn’t  answer.    not  right  away.   she  doesn’t  have  an  answer  right  away.   it’s  a  simple  question;    yet  it’s  not.    she’s  sitting  on  the  edge  of  the  cliff,   legs  hanging  off,   they  dangle  now   &   again.    this  is  almost  like  their  spot.   alexi   &  corvo  have  information  about  it  too,   but  it’s  where  she  likes  talking  to  the  outsider.    the  god  of  the  void,   like  he’s  an  old  friend.   he  is.   she  smiles;   she  likes  that  he  gives  power,  but  enacts  free  will.   she  uses  it.   he  never  abuses  it. 

“   i  have  a  long  list,   if  you  want  to  hear  it,   you  can,   of  course.   i  just  have  a  curious  question  first.   ”

[hyperconscious]

█ ▌ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 ! / @lastwhale. __________________________________ HESITATION MADE the man subconsciously anxious - trying to remain calm despite the all too familiar sensation of being followed that plagued him … eyes occasionally catching a glance of a looming figure that seemed to be trailing them - though none of the others had yet to notice. were they being followed - or could he had been overthinking it …? POLNAREFF STOPPED - immediately hearing the soft sound of footsteps behind him follow suit. it was true ! they were being followed - and only he had picked up on it … how could no one else picked up on it ? eyes watched as the other continued on ahead , stifling a nervous look before turning around to find the accused - preemptively summoning silver chariot as a defensive measure. ' i know you've been following us …! you've been following us ever since we got to egypt - you're not with him are you ?! '

[dimensionalspades]

🌸 i'm forcing daud to say something nice about the outsider

- what they like || accepting -

. "He keeps me on my toes. Can never guess what he's thinking. Guess it keeps me sharp. He's got an interesting way of viewing the world, being from the Void. And... he's good company, for what it's worth. Doesn't mind that I don't always want to talk. Companionable silence can be hard to come by."

[ofvoidxa]

when do you think emily first noticed how strong her connection to the void is?

From ages 1 to 10, she'd really have very little knowledge of it outside of horror stories or myths and tales. It's just a story and seeing or interacting with The Outsider was just that -- a story, something from her imagination. Anything in that time period was absolutely frightening to her. A man with black eyes, a feeling of disconnection. All just nightmares, nothing real. At least not until Corvo rescued her and she returned to living with him and Callista. Emily happens to overhear a lot because she's always sneaking around and she usually finds herself trying to stay by Corvo's side because it's where she feels most safe. She's starting to understand the void and that's where it all starts.

Now we can fast forward to when she gets powers, through understanding The Outsider isn't frightening and the Void is real -- now she needs The Outsider's help. &, it's like starting to understand a piece of yourself you couldn't before. After gaining the powers, it only takes one more conversation. One with Corvo to understand the difference in powers.

Then Emily embraces it all.

[vastiitas]

NIGHTMARE : for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. / outsider trying to help cole w ptsd nightmares Perhaps....

Nightmares always leave an iron aftertaste in his mouth when he wakes up. Drenched in a sheen of sweat, choking on hyperventilation. The devil's kiss of adrenaline running a river's current in his blood. The bedsheets always feel like phantom hands of all the shit that's ever gone sideways trying to drag him into a grave he should've been buried in years ago.

You wouldn't have these nightmares if you were a good man, Jesse McCree. You wouldn't have these nightmares if you were a good son, Cole Cassidy. The names blur together in the aftermath, and so do the memories. A terrible shade remains, black and horrible, a stain akin to smoke damage in the wake of a fire.

The door creaks open, a rusty cry, and reveals a 5'1" silhouette of a person. Cole's hand jumps for Peacekeeper, mind still frazzled and on the heels of Nightmare. The handle molds familiarly underneath the meat of his palm and his wrist snaps the barrel directly to the newcomer's center of mass.

His eyes adjust.

He breathes, voice still sleep-heavy, "Oliver?"

[vastiitas]

DEFEND : for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. / what if ... outsider taking several bullets for cole ....

DO GODS BLEED? WHAT, PRAY TELL, ARE THEY MADE OF?

The wounds weep, blustering with black substance too dark to be blood. The bastard who'd inflicted them lies crumpled in the dirt. Dead between the center of eyes, a single, near clinical hole betrays the backsplatter that mangles the back of his head. A Bounty Hunter, amongst the army of hunting hounds who were a little too bold, a little too brave, and a little too stupid for the glory to be collected on Cassidy's head.

Those bullets had been meant for him. That fatal constellation should have been on him and seeing it on the Outsider's person in his stead is all wrong. It clutches his heart in his throat, throbbing and suffocating.

He should have been the faster draw: Shot and culled the threat first before anyone had gotten hurt. All that time spent becoming bigger than your own threats, and you're still that same, powerless child on that farm all those years ago: You can't protect shit, Cole Cassidy, and you will live with that failure.

"What," He rasps and his voice simmers in a stormy quiet, ensnared in an angry tremble, "The hell were you thinking?" (Hypocrite, he's such a damn hypocrite--)

Eldritch Entity or not, all of it be damned--

"Don't," He grips the shorter's shoulders and his hands tremble. He rumbles, weak, "Don't you damn dare do that again." He croaks, "Please."

[hellyenae]

@lastwhale​ liked for a starter!

“whoa. who are you?” the question is hushed, in awe and perhaps in a frozen kind of caution as helly decides how to react. she was wandering the painfully white, maze-like halls of the severed wing. furrowing her eyebrows, the redhead stares at him, his black eyes and otherworldly aura, and she can’t seem to look away. “i haven’t seen you around. do you work here, or something?”