#ofthedetested

[rrakuyo]

all the colors of the dark / plotted thread for @diemondsichel-a

   Guilt, dread, things unnameable settling deep in her mind as she rifled through the contents of dusty drawers. “These shall do, right ?” She hums to her partner, fingers deftly turning a vial of blood, dark liquid sloshing and staining the the glass crimson. The vials are slipped into her pockets, robbed of their vile purpose for now.

    As a Huntress she had been adept at silencing her steps, now she was more akin to a common thief. Slipping through the night without a sound, a serpent circling the rat, unaware of cruel intent. She turns, hands on hips. “Well, I do think that should suffice. I’d rather not be caught here, but it is your decision.” Maria won’t implore anymore, her tone beseeching enough.

    Truly, she just wants to avoid human casualty.

[moonsought-a-blog]

Death was the end which should befall him sooner than later, the man was very well aware. It was instinct more so, having him stand before the other, blade drawn, feeling it inside of her too — the inevitable dark. Not that the Watcher was in any condition to offer a proper fight, with his back hunched forward and his stance unsteady; arms trembling.

Too overwhelming the surges were; pain jolting through his spine leaving the entire man shake. It did appear more like a last stand than an attempt at the own duty at this point. As though ghostly fingers grasped at the bit of honor left within him. As though it did not matter whom of them both did get out of this alive; him possibly even wishing for her to set an end to it all: saving him from this suffering.

The winter-haired managed a shaking breath, as eventually the greatsword ultimately  dropping onto the forest ground with a dull thud, followed by long legs shaking before they too gave in. There was no way he would make it out here — all alone. Not that there was waiting anything at home for him he could be clinging to in a desperate attempt to survive this, no matter how much he wished he could.

@of-the-detested

[rancidbeasts]

of-the-detested replied to your photoset: he eat                *please do not reblog!

Then i accidentally shot him.

   its okay he deserved it. 

[moonsought-a-blog]

hc + friendship

Send ‘hc + a word’ that you want a headcanon about my muse involving that word

That is a tough one. Like everything regarding Hœnir and his handling of bonds. Complete and utter friendship is not something Hœnir can and will offer. That for several reasons.

The main reason being his loyaly and devotion to their Alpha. Hœnir is aware that he cannot indulge in what one would expect of a friendship (leaving aside the lack of emotional comprehention, or his inability getting really attached to anyone due to his past).

While he can start to feel comfortable around you, prefer you over other individuals, go as war as be as trustworthy as he can be (with the risk that he will sing like a bird to his Lord if he should only go as far as ask him about you) he will also stand up for you if needed, give advice or even protect you if it is in his might.

However, there will always be the risk that he will end it all if he does need to. There will always be the risk for him to be the one ending you if his Lord should demand it from him. No matter the reason. It will not matter how close you got, how comfortable he is around you. How far he went with opening up to you about himself because he felt it was right.

Forming bonds is something Hœnir shuts himself off of, willingly. He does put everybody on the same pedestal and tries to be fair and not favour anyone. Friendship does not have a higher meaning for him, just like family and especially love. The only one who is really above all is the Legatus Legionis. Which he in fact also accepted as his only family.

[londoria-blog]

‘ I got you blue. ’

“Aye, I most adore blue. Thank ye, truly.”

[rrakuyo]

of-the-detested replied to your post: vilefeather replied to your post: ...

ROMANTICALLY SLICE OPEN YOUR PARTNERS THROAT.

you kids today and your throat cutting

[calabrun]

@of-the-detested -- ;

It haunted him, that place. The city that sat in the shadow of Anor Londo, lit like sunlight reflecting upon the moon. The scholar sat contemplatively in the amphitheater of Firelink Shrine, gazing contemplatively at the bonfire’s flickering flames like something supernatural, one that didn’t behave like any fire within all of Lothric. But, that city. It hid secrets and seemed to goad him, pulling into that beauty preserved in wintery moonlight. Snapping from his reverie, it was in that that the pull to some banal solution must lay, he was sure of it! Infernal Aldritch’s original home, of his acolytes that were bane of sunlight itself! For where sunlight doesn’t touch, is that not where all else would?

It was to Helena he petitioned, one of the few he actually knew within the shrine.

“Might you come with me to Irithyll? There’s something I’d like to see that might yield something.”

[cursedandcarried-blog]

❝You’d be surprised what someone armed with a rock and a headache can do.❞

"Other than break a lot of windows?" Lorian is still picking up blue and green shards from the carpet, sighing to himself. "That stained glass was at least a century old..."