#ofcrawley

[balfourarchive]

@ofcrawley. sc.

     ‘ easy. i’m not your enemy. ’ though he could be, and he’d be lying if he said otherwise. balfour has always been governed by his own needs, rather than those of anybody else’s. even the greater good takes second place to his desires. still, he’s enough difficult relationships to deal with already, and he sees no sense in adding another to the list: ‘ why don’t we both take a step back? ’ 

[unyielding-assassin-blog]

@ofcrawley It had all happened so fast that it was almost a blur. A gargled cry of pain. The dull thud as his body slumped to the ground. And then silence. Honestly, she couldn't fully believe that she had done it. That she had actually taken the life of another. Sure, he wasn't innocent, but she still felt conflicted... and rather sick, too. This man had been a rapist, and the only reason he had been walking as a free man was due to his place in the government. It was corrupt, and she'd seen the effects that it had taken on people. Victims, accused of lying and being given no support, whilst he was protected and allowed to do such vile things again? It had to be stopped. And she didn't see anyone else doing so any time soon. But... Did this make her just as bad? She had committed a crime - murder. She was a murderer. The word played over and over again in her mind and she found herself unconsciously stepping back away from the body, leaning heavily against the wall of the alley. It took her a few moments to realise that she was still holding the bloodied blade, and when she did, she threw it to the ground, flinching at the sound it made. Common sense and logic was lost to her at that point in time. She was consumed by a mixture of confusion, guilt and slight panic. Instead of getting out of the area to somewhere safe that police couldn't find her, she instead slowly sank to the ground, sitting with her back against the wall and her head buried in her hands. Her breathing was unsteady as she tried to resist the urge to sob. She was only eighteen. Had she just thrown away her life? It sure seemed like it to her.

[inquietatemplar]

💕

[Meme [x] - Accepting.]

For a moment, Raf ceased up, freezing. He hadn’t been aware that anyone else was in the room, so when he turned just in time to see someone grab him and pull him in for a kiss, he didn’t have a moment to recognize who it was.

However, he knew the feel of those lips... He knew that touch. His brain finally kicking into gear put the pieces together, and he relaxed, returning the kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, though was more than likely only a minute, at most, he pulled back, that stupid grin on his face.

“You’re back.”

[londonsmasterassassin-blog]

@ofcrawley

Evelyn stepped quietly into the library where she knew her sister would be at this time of day, smiling slightly at the smell of the books that filled the room, it was also one of her favourite places to sit and curl up when London didn’t need defending. Despite Starrick being a few months dead, there were still Blighters here and there around the streets that needed keeping in check. 

“Evie?” she asked quietly when she saw her sister standing across the room at one of the bookcases with a lighter amount of books in it. Jacob always teased them both for their love of this room, how they could be in there for hours just sorting out the books into a proper order again. “May I have a word?”

[inquietatemplar]

[Continued from [x] - @ofcrawley]

Evie tilted her head to the side and grabbed the box, a soft smile on her lips. She opened the small container and found a necklace inside. Delicate and elegant. It suited her. Despite not being used to those types of gifts, her smile grew wider and she found herself giggling because of it. 

Honestly, Rafaello was more than surprised that she hadn’t actually noticed his presence in the room. Perhaps he was getting better at going unnoticed than he originally thought. At the sound of her giggle, he couldn’t help but smile and stepped out from his hiding spot, approaching her from behind and gently slipping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.

“Happy birthday, amore mio.”

[inquietatemplar]

[Continued from [x] @ofcrawley]

         “It’s my fault. I was careless for a moment and one of the Blighters           got a punch in. Don’t worry, it’ll heal. As soon as it stops bleeding.”

Evie hated whenever she cut her lip, mostly because it only took a smile or even a yawn to re-open the cut and it starts bleeding all over again.

As soon as Rafaello had seen the injury - even if it was just minor - he hit the roof. She was normally so careful, and he rarely ever saw her hurt, so with this being so obvious...

“And you killed him, yes?” he questioned as he gently tilted her chin up with one hand so that he could see the wound better. If she hadn’t managed to do so, he swore that he would personally hunt the Blighter down and put an end to their life.

[thephoenixnomore]

                                                    @ofcrawley

Val couldn't believe it. Strapped to a table, at the mercy of a bunch of Victorian thugs. If this ends up being how he dies, his ghost shall be surely be disappointed.

"What are you, Demon?!" The Templar yelled.

"Pissed off, for one."

"Do you know what I'm able to do to you?"

Couldn't be worse than what I'm willing to do to you."

"...We'll see about that, Demon."

[inquietatemplar]

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[Meme [x] - Accepting]

“Are you trying to restrain me with blankets to stop me from going somewhere?” he questioned, looking up at her with a confused expression as she wrapped him up in the sheets for no apparent reason.