#ofbloodandbullets

[inkpromise]

@ofbloodandbullets said, " do you know who i am? "

being úlfhéðnar all those years ago meant being the most agile of his people. even now, he kept that mentality in battle. he used it to serve his family to the best of his ability. to be organized and to be the front line even, at this point, that was more symbolic than anything else.

though they honored their patron odin, which he still did with the valknut symbol engraved into one of his bracelets, there were whispers of the goddess who could put both odin and tyr to shame. the one who walked amongst the people rather than by sending ravens and omens.

science helped him wrap his head around a number of these things but seeing her cut down their enemies like they'd been nothing brought the memories of his first life rushing back.

" you are death. " gallowglass tilts his head to the side, sounding full of wonder. he was never scared of such things. he could never afford to and sometimes he wonder if there was a sense of cheating when there was a seer in the family. " i think my people spoke of you when vikings sailed the seas. " he smiles then, and extends a hand as if greeting an old friend. " to what do i owe the pleasure? "

[orphanedshadow]

Send “Cellmate” for a starter where our muses are prisoners sharing the same cell.

Life did not return all at once, it began as seemingly aimless drifting and the curl of shadows, which were then followed by almost imperceptible twitches of fingers as blackness spread through every vein. It could easily be missed, if one did not know what they were looking for. Unlike her fellow prisoner there was no sudden gasp of air, as if reanimation was focused on things more important than mere organs. But at that gasp movement finally occurred, eyes opening and clawed hand reaching out towards Andromache’s. Kara knew that sound, had heard it in her dreams long before she had ever met the warrior, and she could only hope that this situation was not as grim as she imagined it to be. Of course Kara was working off of mere conjecture, memory still fuzzy as her body worked to rid itself of the many shards of metal trapped within the vessel. Bullets, shrapnel, she didn’t know, but it did not matter, in a few moments all but the worst would be out of her system.

[marinarius]

@ofbloodandbullets is of the water

He looked at her, eyes narrowed as he cleaned the fish for their supper. Something about her reminded him of the Tists, she seemed filled with secret knowledge and it made him wary. If she wasn't a tis she may yet be old enough to recognize him for what he was, not only a Gilman but one who had received some of a Tist's training in the the deep mysteries.

He placed the fish meat on the cooking stone, seasoned only with sea salt. "It's cooking," He said simply growing silent when he saw a whalephin move in the waters below. His mouth parted almost repeating the words the Old Man had taught him. We are of the going water and the gone. We are of water in the holy land of water for the world as we know it was born in the deluge. And we and the whalephin are brothers.

But he shut his mouth, lips twisting in a frown at their near betrayal. "We will reach the next atoll in a few days. Where do you want to sleep?"

[entreldolorylanada]

“  i know you’re having nightmares again.  ” dark Andy w/ assassin Roque(?)

Roque shrugged. He wondered how exactly did she know. Were the dark circles under his eyes darker than usual? Maybe he unknowingly stimmed more than usual or chain-smoked harder than any other day? Most of the time drugs helped him to sleep without any kind of dreams worth remembering, but sometimes even they were powerless against things that lurked in the deep corners of his mind.

"Maybe it's the time of year," he finally and reluctantly answered. First warm days in Gijon, the start of the bathing season. Morena had loved to swim, she'd been like a fish in the sea... until... Something had happened. Something. He squeezed his already tight-closed eyelids in an attempt to push the thoughts back and make them quiet. "It doesn't matter. I'm present, and you don't have to worry."

[notafossil]

    ❝ -- wait. i know you, don’t i? ❞ and not from recently. his brows pinch together, and he points a finger, confusion on his face.  ❝ we met in the forties? ❞

@ofbloodandbullets​  ♥’d for a starter

[dearlybelovad]

    ❝ wait-- who are you, exactly? ❞

@ofbloodandbullets​  ♥’d for a starter

[gilesian]

for @ofbloodandbullets​​, who might need a drink.

        “Well,” he said conversationally while he poured another drink as though nothing had happened. “I know a really good laundry service.”

[immortalmuses]

@ofbloodandbullets​ sent:  ❝ empathy is what makes us human…if you lose this you are just a machine. ❞  for Quynh

          “Empathy---” Quynh’s bark of laughter is an ugly thing, humorless and devoid of warmth. She leans away from Andromache, balancing with unnatural stillness on the edge of the rooftop they have convened upon, the wind whipping her long hair around her face “.. you wish to lecture me on empathy after I have spent centuries in agony, drowning at the bottom of the ocean.” 

         A terrible darkness lurks in Quynh’s eyes, her expression neither angry nor sad. She twists her lips into a thin smile, “To think.... it was once I who played at moral compass for you, Andromache.”