#myachingblood

[inthemurder]

@myachingblood​

Henry had been alone in the woods for some time. It would be dark in a few hours, but he had no intention to leave. He couldn’t leave yet anyway. He summoned some risen to experiment with earlier, but some managed to escape, so now he felt responsible to hunt them down before they caused any trouble. Only problem, he lost track of them.

Or, that was the only problem, now there was one more. He heard someone else nearby. He looked around, soon finding the other person.

“Oh, hey, Owain! What are you doing here?”

[grimahearted]

"I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories."

       “You do not make them, no,” Robin agrees, resting her chin in the palm of her hands. “But if they wish to tell them because they have them? Will you still stop them from speaking even then?” Sad smile tugs at her lips, for all she’s known is a lifetime of war, and she knows far too many whose memories consist of the same.

[galcforce]

myachingblood replied to your photo:The boob window

how could you do this to your son

How could I not? 

[heldstrongarchive-blog]

   ❛ say, odin...does that remind you of anything ?  ❜ he can’t quite put his finger on it ; the sight leaves him feeling as if he’s just woken from a dream, slightly disoriented & reeling as if trying to remember hazy figures and fading shapes.  ❛ ...to your left. ❜  / @myachingblood​​ ♥‘d 

[heldstrongarchive-blog]

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

hurt meme - accepting !

   ❛ wh- ? odin, don’t be ridiculous. you know i do. ❜  he gingerly seats himself next to his friend, unable to help the small smile that tugs on his lips. memories settle over him like a fine dusting of snow, with one in particular coming to mind ; an evening spent cornered near a bridge, where their younger counterparts had forged a special camaraderie that had traveled with them into this lifetime as well. different circumstances, different personas…yet nothing had truly changed. the same EPIC SPEECHES, useless quarrels, endless teasing…

  ❛ after all, the least i could do is look out for a friend who would, and has offered to, lay down his life for both myself and countless others. we have a pact, you and me. we fight TOGETHER, least you’ve forgotten.  ❜ eyes flash momentarily, a look of melancholy quickly blinked away. voice drops into hushed tones that only the other can hear, hinting at shared tragedies & familiar heartbreak, ❛ if there’s anything on your mind, anything that’s weighing you down —- know that i’m here to help shoulder the burden, no matter what it may be. and if you withhold information…well, let’s just say i’m not afraid to fall back into old habits. what was that book of yours called again...?   ❜ 

[ofnxhr-blog]

memer

Tell me the main thing you like about how I play my muse

{ the memes are very good for character development and one-shots I agree

also u should all go follow this Odin, they’re a friend of mine and deserve the love }

[strategiia-archived-blog]

@myachingblood

Robin sits down next to the now-mage (how strange to think of, when she remembered how much time he put into swordplay!), curling her knees to her chest and resting her chin atop them. 

“Do you ever miss them?” she asked softly, a light frown playing on her features. “The ones back home, I mean.”

[eatpain-archive-blog]

starter call ↡ @myachingblood​

The day had been a long one, and the task he was placed with for the day had done little to ease the strain in his bones. It was an odd one he had received, equally as delicious as it was cumbersome. The movement of his shoulder was limited, and he preferred not to see a healer until it was absolutely necessary to do so. He wasn't the sort to freely admit any handicap (other than his blindspot) without reason. It wasn't as if he was going to be sent out again immediately, anyways.

Walking through the palace was never something he had grown accustomed to in all of his years of servitude. It was too lavish and too ill-fitted for a lowborn criminal. It was only through luck that he was granted access to a space such as this, and this time it wasn't to rob somebody.

His shoulder brushed against that of another, and the throbbing that reverberated throughout the area caused him to still. He had to turn his head to catch who it was that he had run into, and the sigh he released upon realization wasn't entirely one of relief. It was easy to mask the palpitating tenderness of his wound, and perhaps a little easier to wear his characteristic grin upon his face.

It was only Odin. He would be fine.

          ➵ “I know you missed me, but I didn't know you missed me that much.”