#ofthcrnedrcses

[warringpeace]

for @ofthcrnedrcses‘ hybrid verse muse: el.ijah mika.elson | verse: 1700s

The masque was in full swing. His brother did love a good party, and Niklaus was determined to thoroughly enjoy himself that night. Elijah wasn’t as eager to party as his younger brother, but he wasn’t about to be a spoilsport. So, he spent most of the night greeting and talking to guests, slowly establishing connections that would prove useful to their family later on.

One of the newer arrivals was a young girl ( she seemed to be with two slightly older boys...her brothers? ), and he paused in front of her, giving her the mandatory bow that was expected. 

                 “Welcome to our home, my lady. It is an honor to                    have you here.”

The slight tickle that he felt from her aura was familiar: it reminded him of how his mother’s magic felt when she was trying to rein it in. Interesting. 

[soldativre]

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Continued from here

Athos had been walking the halls in search of a quiet spot where he could sit down and read the book in his hand, when he had seen Scar rush past. It took him several seconds to process what he had just seen. Scar, yes. But she had been covered in blood - and lots of it. The question was, was it her own? Or someone else's? In the end, Athos decided that it really didn’t matter and quickly went after her. 

He hadn’t asked her any questions, but instead had helped her out of her clothes and into the bathtub. Given that she had no wounds, it was obvious that the blood hadn’t been hers. A fact that should have worried him, perhaps even made him turn away from her. Instead, he couldn’t bring himself to care at all. What worried him, though, was her behavior. He hadn’t seen her like this before, and it scared him. 

Kneeling down next to the bathtub so he could look up at her, he gently wiped the cloth across her other cheek and sighed heavily. “I shouldn’t have said that, Scar.” Even though he was afraid it was indeed true. He knew it wasn’t her first time, not even her second time. But did that make her a killer? By definition, yes. 

Shaking his head, Athos averted his gaze and instead took one of her hands into his own to gently, and carefully, clean the blood off of it. “I don’t care what you are. You are alive. That is all that matters to me.” 

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

( ( Jacob; closed starter - to @ofthcrnedrcses ) )

Running into another assassin excited him on what was to come of this mysterious person. It made him wonder of their intentions, so he decided to try to learn as much as he could about the mysterious person. An another, unknown assassin was a rare sight.

He didn’t care much about them stealing his kill. It was a simple Templar and it wasn’t a very important person either. Keeping his distance, he followed them and tried to act as normal as he could while walking behind them at a distance.

Once they turned a corner, he pushed them against the wall, his hidden blade against their throat and a firm grip on them. “An assassin, are we now? Trying to steal my kills, huh so-called assassin?” It was different for Jacob to use assassin in a threatening manner, but he felt like they wouldn’t communicate properly if it wasn’t the opposite of this. Doing it this way, he would probably get some answers. Depending on how they act.

[sistersweird]

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              going to COLLEGE was completely her father’s idea, and although it was risky for someone like her, he had assured her that there would be no problem as long as she remembered not to let anyone know that she was a HYBRID— half-witch and half-wolf with a thirst for blood. not to mention, also the daughter of one of the most dangerous mafia leaders. on the first day of school, scarlett found herself in her dorm room, her belongings in boxes that she had teleported inside with a simple spell. upon hearing someone enter, however, she turned over, taking out one of her earphones and flashing her trademark SMIRK at her. “ HEY THERE. ” she said, accent still thick. “ HOPE YOU DON’T MIND I’VE ALREADY STARTED TO UNPACK. I’M GUESSING YOU’RE MY NEW ROOMMATE ? ” 

“Hey there, and yeah, that’s me. Dorcas Night,” the redhead said, smiling as she wheeled her rather large trunk into the room, reaching her hand out to offer to the other woman.

The young witch resisted a frown as she looked at Scarlett. She tended to pick up most people’s surface thoughts without meaning to, her gift for it ambient. But there was something about the other’s mind that was strange. She didn’t press, she was here to have a human college experience.

Even if her room was someone from the mystical side of things. Dorcas was trying to behave. She’d have her whole, very long, life with her sisters to enjoy. “-And no, no don’t mind at all. I’m glad you didn’t wait for me or anything. I’m not picky, and I’d have felt terrible if you waited. Have you been here long?”

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𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. it had been home since he was eleven years old, and he couldn’t see himself returning to his mother and her husband any time soon. he’d been gone for years now, and while he kept in contact with his mother... it was easier to just stay gone. as a son of ares and the man in charge of his cabin ( of his siblings ), billy had a sense of loyalty that could only be matched by the size of his temper.

❝  i’ve always been more of a... get my way with my fists and a sword type.  ❞  billy told her with a shrug. manipulation and charm weren’t his thing. he generally didn’t have the patience it required. but some things required a gentler hand. he laughed when she asked if he needed something before shaking his head,   ❝  no, not really. i’m just on team... scarlett definitely did something. i was looking for your side of the story.  ❞

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ( for @ofthcrnedrcses from here )

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   “ -- I ... really don’t understand what you’re talking about, ma’am. ” The teens nervous smile is tacked onto the sentence, frowning as he tried to process the information given to him. Sure, he was used to the strange things of their world -- gods, aliens, and other odds.

“ Could you explain it to me again? ”

[prodigal-hargreeves-archive]

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“All of the wasted time, the hours that were left behind, the answers that we'll never find, they don't mean a thing!”  

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Natakas didn’t talk much to the other Assassins, excepted when they were on a mission together. Of course, he was still quite FRIENDLY toward them, but because he did a few missions on his own, away from the others, he never became too close to them. After all, he was trying to understand what was were those dreams that felt so real, almost like it was a past life. He was more often on the battlefield or doing stealth missions though, so he didn’t study the pieces of Eden. But he eventually realized that Scarlett had studied some, he thought that she may have informations for him.

“I have a question about the pieces of Eden.” He asked as he was sitting in front of her. “Can they like... show something to us ?” Well, he probably didn’t have one inside his mind, but he had to try to find new clues. This was why he had traveled to London in the first place.