#requiemsoldier

[fxdelitas]

Nora, at some point, opening a bottle of scotch: fuck this shit im done

[fxdelitas]

👊 [[Russian Roulette who does Nora hit????]]

Falcon paunch

     It took a great amount of self-restraint to not give her colleague a questioning glare. Connor did once mention that Rosaline’s glares were haunting, especially when used against one’s own friends. A petty thing, to be certain, but friends shouldn’t cast mean looks on each other.

     Regardless, Nora’s fist was buried in Rosaline’s face, and the latter’s cheek twitched while she made one last attempt to remain civil.

     After all, Nora was the sort of person to fret all morning, over a misunderstanding that stemmed from a mix-up of ‘teaching on the ways court’ with ‘teaching on the ways of courting’ –this all could’ve been just an accident. The tactician, as deadly as she was on the field in strength of arm and wit, hadn’t been the sort of person to hurt a passing fly. A mosquito, yes, but only if it bit her first, probably.

       Between colleagues, kindness was key.

     "Tactician,“ Rosaline evenly said, “I’d appreciate an apology.”

[abittersoldier]

👊 [[ cuz why not XD ]]

Willard wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve this.  The woman before him was clearly miffed, if not incredibly angry at him for some reason.  Racking his memory as he ducked another punch that came swinging his way-that one came too close to his jaw again for comfort-Willard could think of nothing he did recently to anger this woman so much.

Stepping out of the way of yet another punch, he called out to the woman, “Oi!  You mind backing off?!  I’ve no idea what in the world I did to piss you off, but I’d appreciate it if I didn’t have to use force to calm you down.”

[wandering-blackbird-blog]

"Why do you hate yourself?"

“I am nothing but a monster. I have exchanged my humanity for power. I have fought relentlessly to get stronger, and it is to the point where I kill without a second thought. No hesitation, no regret. I lower my blade and... well, you can infer the rest.”

[kameriia-blog]

🍎

Send me 🍎 to throw an apple at my muse. || Accepting.

“ THATS IT, I’M TELLING LADY SAKURA. YOU’RE ALL BANISHED YOU HERE ME. BANISHED. “

♘ || Well, that was the last of Subaki. Poor guy. 

[sxditque]

The War of the Night || Closed

@requiemsoldier

Aohd had managed to convince the remnants of The Knights of the Round to follow under his orders, quickly assigning Nora as his tactician and Irvin as his general. It was improvisational, but it was what he needed. Aohd had informed the troops to meet him up north, in the rolling plains before the mountains. Face the green with their backs turned to the golden sea. Only then would Aohd be able to know they still sided with him.

Months passed as the group traveled, only ever stopping to rest if they needed to eat or sleep. 

As of then, they were traveling through the woods in the north. The trees were thick, and light barely escaped through the leaves. A gentle blue seeped through, the wind gave a gentle breeze that caused the leaves to sing. They traveled in silence, their steps only sounding as they walked through the fallen leaves. 

“It’s strange,” Irvin said, breaking the thick silence. June had turned to look at him, “What’s that?” “These woods... They’re silent.” June blinked her soft eyes, the pink hues gliding up from his profile to the light underside of the trees as they continued to dance. Her hands were interlocked behind her, her steps almost kicks out to simply get through some of the leaves on the forest floor.

“Maybe,” Her voice soft, “Even they decided it was safest to run.” “Everything cherishes something,” Aohd spoke before he gave a quick glance back at the other three, a smile on his face and a thumbs up seeing its way into frame, “So don’t worry, ‘cause I like you guys too!” “You’re an idiot.” “Shut up, Aohd!!”

A laughter would be exchanged, before the trees came to a solid line where they no longer grew. And, before them, a camp was set up as the remnants of the Knights were roaming about, the tents all face towards the forest. 

Aohd cracked a smile, his eyes set on the golden plains before them. They guided up to the mountain range a couple hundred miles away, the dark, almost black mountains creating a thick wall. He held out his hand towards the tallest mountain that overlooked the world, his fingers spread wide apart. They then slowly curled in as his brow arched with determination.

“You’re not so big from where I’m standing.”

[regiumeques-blog]

@requiemsoldier

          He couldn’t stop staring at the cloak. With it’s purple material mixed with gold, along with the eye patterns down the side - it was certainly something he had never seen worn around Nohr before. It held the aura of... mystery and adventure, the knight just needing to find out more about it’s origins.

               “Excuse me, sorry! I can’t help but notice your cloak, are you from around here?”

[kentofcaelin]

repost & bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces.change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation.public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. intimacy.rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

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