#matresvindictae

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@matresvindictae

                         the hallways of the sanctuary flicker with candlelight.  the only light available in the windowless lair of the assassins.  oddly enough,  Sovyk had always been a fan of light.  it had always meant safety in the past,  but since becoming one of the Dark Brotherhood,  she had learned not to trust it so much.  there was no such thing as safety.  besides,  darkness had its advantages that she could not deny.  making her way into the common room,  she looks around.

she acquires her target and makes her way over to him and tosses the contract down on the table expectantly.  “need work,  Mathieu?”  she says in a tone that doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she is about to ask him for his help.  “it’d be easier with two,”  she suggestively goes on.  she was not a natural team-player,  but when she did need a companion,  she'd found Mathieu’s company to be... almost enjoyable.  hand on hip,  she waits patiently for answer.

behind her,  Schemer chatters and tugs on her clothes with his little paws,  begging for ear scratches.  she loves that rat,  so she happily obliges.  “I’ll be leaving late tonight,  probably.  it’ll be a trip,  and I might make it by morning.”  honestly,  she’s looking forward to some fresh air.

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@matresvindictae

        “Hey! What are you doing here?”  

Grandfather had told her to pick flowers on the clearing while he was ‘skinning the deer’, which was, according to him, nothing a little lady like her should have to see. Janna was too happy to oblige, already tired of sitting on horseback so much. Her buckskin pony grazing nearby, disinterested by the strange boy its mistress had run into.

    Janna knew that she was meant to be careful around grown ups she did not know, though no one ever said that she should not talk to children. Curious! He did not look like one of the noble boys, so he clearly must be the son of one of the imperial Rangers, or so she assumed.

      “Are you alone here? I don’t see anyone else!” 

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@matresvindictae

     Getting into the party is the easy bit; patrols cannot be everywhere at once and if one hides a very bloody piece of beef in the bushes, even the best trained dogs will go crazy. The shrouded pair slip in a pantry window and from then on, nobody looks twice. They are artfully dressed. Plain for society such as this, but not shabby - certainly not too well attired. They must blend into the background, become part of the scenery, be so unmemorable that when the time comes for the rest of these aristocrats to meet their end, when a man comes to their door that they have seen before they will not even suspect for a moment they might have seen him before.

At the doorway to the largest hall, where the musicians are playing and most of the dancing is taking place, Lucien halts just out of sight behind the doorframe, and tugs at Mathieu’s collar, straightens the jacket, tightens the tie in his hair a fraction. “I should have brought someone else,” he jokes, smile twitching at the corner of his mouth “You look far too good in all this, you’ll be attracting attention.”

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@matresvindictae  ❤ed for a starter

A spectral assassin is supposed to be a boon; an assistant bound to the service of the Dark Brotherhood and continuing to serve as they did once in life long after death.  There is a chance, after all, that all of them will end up in that situation later down the road, and it's supposed to be an honor to serve the Dread Father long after one's time has passed.

This, however, he has doubts on.  He doesn't think it is at all a happenstance that this just happens to be the one given to him; he's no fool, he knows Astrid is entirely too crafty for that, for if she wasn't, she'd be long since deposed, he thinks, from her position over the family.  He wonders if she knows how deep his loathing (and, also, Cicero's as well) runs.  At this point very little would surprise him.

"None of this is happening by accident, is it," are the first words out of his mouth.  He can't believe it's the case, but it is what it is and he'll simply have to make do and approach from another angle somewhere down the road.  

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It’d only been a short three days since Lucien had watched the young boy slay his father. He could still clearly recall the mans heart in the palm of Mathieu’s hand.

Not that Lucien could blame him. Those bruises didn’t just happen from running into doors. Everyone had a breaking point after all, even children.

In that short time, He wasn’t sure whether the child would want to stay long or not, but had given the offer none the less. 

Stepping into the sanctuary, he spoke to the matron for a brief moment, giving her the contracts in which were needed to be handed out to their initiates. He then wandered to the sanctuary’s library to replace some of the books he’d taken in his previous visit.

Things were pretty quiet without two argonian children running about any longer, but Vicente assured him they’d return once their training was over.

In the mean time, the speaker needed something to busy himself in the late night silence. Alchemy had become the easiest option. And that’s were the books came in handy.

Pausing in thumbing through one’s pages, he caught a glimpse at another figure not to far off, and gave a nod in greeting.

“Ah, Mathieu. Good to see you.” He hummed out, a smile tugging the corners of his lips. “I do hope you’re settling in well..?”

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matresvindictae heeft gereageerd op je bericht: *shoves $2 on the dash* where is the Martin Septim...

I be up for running a Martin but im honestly terrified of being a sole active Martin Septim t b h

JUST DO IT !!!!

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If there was a reason to this particular act towards an ASSASSIN Rathain can only summarize it as curiosity and a slight interest to see how this would fair. Mathieu was an interesting individual, a mind truly like his, if not, obsessed with the nature of revenge. Who was that lucky target, Rathain didn't know, nor did he care to know. Simply that any who reigned their emotions to level of atrocity was enough. He came from the trees that embraced him and into the moonlight, pale skin whiter and BEAUTIFUL, dark eyes slowly consumed with bright reds, disappearing with each blink. Glistening fangs, licked with anticipation, lips curling in a faint smirk knowing the victim was ensnared to a degree. The Vampyre expected a swift reaction, that was later he supposed, when his fangs brushed against the thin neck that the dagger only emits a growl, a challenge, to him. Hands seize the wrist, squeezing with i humane strength, and should the dagger fall from Mathieu's gloved hands ( so many dead by them, they will never claim HIS ), FANGS PIERCE the skin ever so, drawing enough blood to TASTE, lapping the murderous essence and without warning, the predator pushes Mathieu to a tree, face first, and pins him with his body and BITES--- --- @matresvindictae

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🌸🌹🌻🌷🌱🌾 (you dont gotta answet all of them!)

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🌸 = my roleplay petpeeveThis one I covered here in Ophelia’s ask but. 🐻🐻🐻 repeating.  Stop hating on female characters, and stop stealing.  Also, to pull from the dwrp trashfire I left behind, people who think they can decide what characters are, and are not, shippable.  Being told your character is unshippable based on looks is pretty fucking stupid.  I’m still mad about that shit.  How dare you.  I’m sorry he’s not Bland Blond Chris #54.

🌹 = my opinion on your characterI’m with Ophelia tbh.  You came for my life with Mathieu and got me like.  How quick can I redownload and mod Oblivion again.  You’ve done an excellent job in giving him some real meat to his character the way it should have been to begin with (but, you know, Bethesda) and I love the thought you’ve put into your verses with him, as well.  All around 10/10 stars.🌻 = a character I wish to write withSo many?  I really want a Piper Wright for my SoSu Hector.  He was so close to romancing her in his first playthrough, lmao, but seriously, I liked their dynamic with him being standoffish and her being...Well.  Piper.  Also a Codsworth and an Old Longfellow and a Preston and a Gage.  I just want literally all of the Fallouts.  I’d love a Black Flag or Black Sails Blackbeard to see how that would go.  Or a Jack Rackham.  Elinor Guthrie.  Woodes Rogers.  Shit, is there a Black Flag Ade in the house?  Let him and Hector be friends, thanks.  Maybe some more Elder Scrolls folks, especially Skyrim folks.  An Isran, maybe.  Some folks from the Dragonborn DLC.  I have a lot of most wanteds lmao.🌷 = a song I identify with my characterFlogging Molly; Selfish Man is my #1 Hector song of all time.🌱 = a plot I want to write with youI’ve got some tentative Oblivion verse stuff I’m gonna hang on to until I figure out just wtf I want to do with that after I’ve refreshed myself (because it’s literally been forever since I’ve done a full run) but uh.  Skyrim wise we were talking about spectral assassin-y stuff and I’m literally here for that forever.  Honestly, I’d like to see something to do with a move to get rid of Astrid being planned because Hector would be there for that.  I never realized how much he hated her until @foclheart​ / @roipirate​ and I were talking about it, bc boy does he ever hate her so.  Tentative but something that might be fun to explore.🌾 = my opinion on OCsI like ocs!  Some of my favorite characters to write with are malleable protagonists or full on ocs, like @changing-roads​ (who is a cute af Courier Six), @conquistadoradelmar​ (who has so much meat to her character she’s perfection), @thecallofthewind​ (another great oc who has a lot of thought put into her)...Like. I am here for ocs.  My only thing is I like to have some info about said oc to read over before I follow / interact with, so I can form some ideas before I approach!  But otherwise, love ‘em.  Will write with ‘em.  Will ship with ‘em, if the chemistry is right.