#moonache

[sarastuss-a]

THE PAST, ... O' WHAT A HAUNTING THING : it will always remain within, WAITING FOR THAT SPARK TO LIT IT TO FLAMES. ( you know this better than anyone now, don't you hero? ) lush lips hang just ajar, words 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 by her very own tongue. ❝ it is quite overwhelming, ... isn't it @moonache ? ❞ her voice soft, 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 radiates from it, as she decides to sit down next to her.

[h1rul3s]

A  COLD  WAVE  LAPPED  AGAINST  LINK’S  HAND,  JOLTING  HIM  AWAKE  FROM  THE  HAZE  OF  UNCONSCIOUSNESS.  Sand  clung  to  his  skin  and  clothes  as  he  pushed  himself  upright,  eyes  scanning  the  unfamiliar  shoreline.  Not  far  off,  half-buried  in  the  strand,  was  his  sword,  its  blue  hilt  unmistakable.  How  is  it  here?  He  wondered.  After  everything,  the  crash,  the  chaos.  .  .it  should’ve  been  lost.  Yet  there  it  was,  as  if  it  had  never  left  his  side.  The  question  lingered  for  a  moment,  then  faded.  Overshadowed  by  a  far  more  pressing  issue.

He  had  no  idea  of  where  he  found  himself.  So,  with  no  clear  direction,  Link  began  to  move  to  find  out,  each  step  cautious  and  uncertain,  until  something  made  him  stop.  Just  ahead,  a  figure  lay  motionless  and,  without  hesitation,  he  changed  his  path.  His  pace  quickening  as  he  walked  toward  it,  only  to  discover  that  it  was  a  woman,  with  dark  hair  and  unfamiliar  armor.  He  knelt  beside  @moonache,  reaching  out  to  place  a  hand  gently  on  her  shoulder  in  hope  of  getting  a  reaction  ❝  Hey  ❞  he  finally  speaks  softly  once  he  thinks  he  has gotten  it  ❝  Can  you  hear  me  ?  ❞

[ngallus]

𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁'𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴. word on the street says @moonache is a hero to the gate… all while she has assassins on her tail, according to said assassins—presumably sharran acolytes from the whispers of Her Dark Lady following shortly after—that think they’re so slick. it’s interesting: the sharran i know, once knew, becoming a woman of legend? doesn’t sound quite like an agent who favours the shadows. let alone does it seem difficult to keep things under wraps when your name is spoken by every civilians that walks the streets asking who took down the enormous brain flying over the city…

“ who do we have here? ” i tease upon sight, a smile adorns my lips. i was already amused when shadowheart’d contacted me again after a good part of a year, asking to meet at a bit more of an obscure and seedier tavern in the city, and now so sporting a new look? with all things considered, i take it isn’t just because of those bounty hunters either.

[bladewarde]

❝ unhand me ! i do not need your help. ❞ / @moonache

Shadowheart's voice cuts through Laera's determination; the cleric's arm wrenched from her gloved hand and for a moment, they stand off against each other. Swivin' clerics… The thought passes through a torrent of other curses, practical strategies and behind both, an increasing swell of anger. Her scarred brow twitches as the fighter heaves a quiet breath. The silence stretches on longer than what would be deemed comfortable, and she wonders if they're about to come to blows. While knocking some sense into Shadowheart would be welcome, it would only add more difficulties to their already dire situation.

❝ Aren't you supposed to be the pragmatic one, Shadowheart?! You aren't acting like it. ❞ Laera questions, her voicing raising to meet her companion's. ❝ Insisting you can go it alone because your faith in us is wavering; it's reckless, and it will get you killed. ❞ She can feel the heat crawl through and up her breastplate, the back of her neck beginning to sweat. ❝ So, is that what you want? Do you really 'ave a death wish? ❞

[urgeth]

TO EACH THEIR OWN, HENCE SHADOWHEART CAN KEEP HER SECRETS. balefire offers her little in the way of emotional tells. he is unreadable, save for the distant lost expression that clings to the 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 of the left corner of his mouth. whatever she had meant by ' DARKNESS PROTECT ME ', though it will remain filed away IN THE MESS THAT IS THE MAN'S BRAIN, shall not be 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱. instead he glances upon her with regards only to her pain, a silent query asked that did not intend to pry into her words, but only the injury he does not recall @moonache collecting on their journey.

[pactbroke]

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

〝   well  ,  it's  certainly  the  first  i'm  hearing  of  it   .〝   her  self  -  proclaimed  ‘  popularity  ’  ,  that  is  .  with  a  slight  adjustment  to  his  eyewear  and  the  straightening  of  his  coat  ,  he  clears  his  throat  with  steady  intent  .   〝   i'm  not  here  to  exchange  pleasantries  ,  if  that's  what  you  were  thinking  .  or  anything  of  the  sort  ,  for  that  matter  .〝

his  eyes  meet  hers  ,  his  jade  irises  growing  dark  with  seriousness  and  somber  memory  ;  it  harnesses  a  bitter  craving  for  information  ,  but  also  the  looming  fear  of  its  truth  .  〝   the  church  of  selûne  once  closely  monitored  a  particular  thieves  guild  ,  and  i  have  garnered  interest  in  the  research  of  them  .〝  he  gives  pause  ,  something  sinister  stirs  in  his  chest  ,  just  barely  noticeable  in  the  channels  of  his  speech  .  〝   though  ,  considering  the  path  you  walk  is  a  more  recent  development  ,  i  don't  suppose  you  have  much  knowledge  in  the  information  i  seek  .〝

he  taps  the  foot  of  a  nearby  log  with  the  heel  of  his  shoe  ,  as  if  directing  himself  in  which  direction  to  sit  without  turning  his  head  and  risking  disorder  ,  and  sit  ,  he  does  .  whether  or  not  she  will  entertain  such  a  conversation  eludes  him  ,  but  it  has  been  some  time  since  he's  allowed  himself  the  company  of  anyone  .  let  alone  ,  a  travel  companion  .

[guidingkey]

" sorry, but um — could you help me? i'm a little ... " he looks around — first to his left, then to his right, and finally back at the woman. " ... lost. " he admits with a flush, offering up a sheepish smile and hoping that whoever she was, she was friendlier than the last person he'd tried to get directions from. the last thing he wanted to do was keep wandering around alone in the middle of what felt like nowhere, especially if it meant fighting off those huge, creepy spiders again.

﹒⟢ ﹒𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 —〈 @moonache . 〉