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@sinkllr​  ♥  itty bitty soft sc.

Despite the darkness of night around them, the thrum of electricity in the air brings them a strange of comfort; a reminder that they were both safe despite the distant battles echoing throughout the canyon. .. At least for the time being).

    "Come," they beckoned the engineer to join them at their post--to stay close by, lest something come creeping out of the shadows. "Rest. I will keep watch."

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@sinkllr​

The Outsider would know, wouldn’t he? Know all about how people work. How they talk. How they hide secrets and skeletons and sins in their back closets and never open them for anyone. After all, wasn’t that the Outsider’s whole game? Watching with those void filled eyes, speaking riddles, like he always knew something that no one else did--that you were simply not strong enough to ever understand?

How long had humans been on in this world, since they had crawled from the sea foam? Corvo didn’t know. But, somewhere, Corvo cared. After all, was he not madly searching for a way to find all the ways a human could live, die, and then live again? 

A part of the Emperor despised the Outsider for it. The deity seemed to hold everything just two steps in front of him, always out of reach. A snobbish tone that gave the inclination that the fallen tyrant would never fully understand and it ate at the back of Corvo’s mind like his rats feasted on a body. 

                           The Emperor’s mind was rotting.

The stinking pitch that was dripping from the orifices of his grey matter could more than likely be laid bare to the all-seeing eyes of the god before him. 

Corvo continued to pick at the rat skull that was in his hands, carving in the runes that he had studied from ancient tomes drawn in from far off Tyvian shores. Finally, he stopped and glanced upwards to the ancient deity that hovered so close by. 

“Must be in their nature. Change is frightening so they just let it sit in squalor and rot, never wondering why they’re in a sinking boat.”

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   @sinkllr asked . . .

❝ if only you could tell between friend or threat. do you even know the difference anymore? ❞                          // Outsider to Corvo.

   || the witcher show memes. || accepting.

     the months weight heavily on his shoulders, as if all the days in the darkness of coldridge prison had been their own years, and an older man had stepped out where corvo had stepped in. or perhaps the weight that drags him down is the poison that yet still runs through his veins - poured into his mouth by the men he’d worked alongside to get emily safely back to her seat of power.

             or, perhaps, it is the knowledge that he failed jessamine.

                                                                               ( oh, if such wounds could bleed. )

     he knows he is in the outsider’s domain ( this cold that sinks into his bones is like no other ), yet even still his movements are slow, head raising to meet the gaze of the black eyed bastard who seems so strangely eager to taunt him. are all gods this goddamned irritating?

                       “  is that an observation, or a confession?  ”

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wild kidd !! || @sinkllr​ : Kidd lays his head on Quint's lap, eyes half lidded and tired as he gazes up at him. Above them the stars twinkled in the night, the scent of campfire smoke filling his senses as he guided the bounty hunter's hand to his chest, stroking a thumb along his tattered knuckles with a hum. "Do you ever think we'll settle down? have a life that isn't living under the stars, chasing outlaws?"

Absently Quint rested a hand upon the other’s chest as his head rested heavy upon his lap. Gazing out idly at the dips of the great plain. The tip top of tall pines and the moon peeking through at them. Almost instinctively fingers were wrapping around Kidd’s hand as he brought it close to his chest. Just close enough he could feel the faint beating of his lover’s heart. Something that gave the bounty hunter greater comfort than the other knew.

Blue hues dip down as the other speaks. An inquiry he had thought about OFTEN himself--- but had lacked the courage to bring up. What he would GIVE to find a life of peace with this man. To toss away the constant worry they currently lived with. They had too close calls in the past, nearly slipping through each others fingers. Teeth worried over his lower lip. Finally, with a nod, Quint spoke up, “I’ve thought about it.” More so then he admits.

“Putting bounties aside for awhile... Focusing on ourselves for a bit. Find somewhere to settle down some place nice. In a big house just for the two of us.” Quint brought the other’s hand up to his lips. Pressing gentle kisses along his knuckles. He’d give anything in the world for moments like these to last a life time and more. Shifting as he leaned down, he caught Kidd’s lips against his own briefly. Lingering there till he pulled away with a small smile. “I’d love to wake up in a bed beside you and see a roof over our head.”

It’s the least they deserved.

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“You insisted on tryin’ yourself some! Not me. I told you it had a BITE.” Words are teasing as he pats the younger man’s back, blue and blind hues watching as his features twisted up as he downed a swig possibly to big of the unlabeled bottle’s contents. The months had slowly rolled by since the first day Giles arrived back in the states with Gabriel. He’d still hadn’t shown the priest EVERYTHING about America that defines it differently from Italy ( or from Europe )--- but he’s gotten a fair look at what the country is like. “Can’t be as bad as that whiskey I gave you... well, alright maybe it is a bit more potent.” And bit illegal. A canteen of water was fished out of his saddle back and handed over to his companion. “Here, drink it--- I don’t need you hackin’ your lungs up.”       @sinkllr​

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RANDOM LOVE FROM THE LOML || ALWAYS ACCEPTING @sinkllr asked: His steps are slow, careful, calculated as he closes the space between them. Head held high, his gaze never wavering from the tiger's as he leans in, placing a tender kiss to his lips. Brief- and more so a tease, lips drifting to the corner of his mouth, along his cheek, hiding himself against his neck as he spoke. "We should get the hell out of here. All I want right now is you- a hotel room- and a whole lot of privacy..."  For what was up for him to decide, hoping he would take the hint.

Eagerly he kissed the other back. Something within sparking to life like a fire when their lips locked briefly. Lips left a trail of flames in their wake as they dragged over sensitive flesh. Leaving him only wanting MORE. The tiger would let his sinner burn him to ashes at his very touch. Again and again--- he desired nothing but. Eyes drift closed when the other speaks, hot breath ghosting against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Strong hands found themselves resting on either of his lover’s hips. Drawing him in till they were flush against one another. Imagination let itself FREE and WILD at the mere implication of what Sin wanted.

And nothing was ever impossible with him, Tiger’s learned.

“Yeah?” He smirked against Sin’s ear with a coarse chuckle, lips brushing against the shell, “You sound a little impatient...” A hand snakes between them. Finger tips gently taking hold of the other’s sculpted jaw and guided his lips back to his own. Locking them in a deeper and needier kiss than the one this started with. Hand now cradled the back of his neck while the other rested on the small of his back. Trapping Sin against himself. It was hard to tell how many seconds passed before the seal is broken with a sigh ( almost short of breath ), smiling against his lips. Voice low and laced with a ever growing lust, “Tell me how bad you want me.”

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PARTNERS IN CRIMES || ACCEPTING @sinkllr asked: “Where have you been?! I was worried the cops got to you!”

“Cops have NEVER caught me before and I’m not about to break that record tonight.” And he most certainly does not count the times law has gotten CLOSE, nor mention cuffs he just slipped off from his wrist. It was a lucky escape and his face had not been seen. But he didn’t want to be around when the officer on him woke back up and called in backup. Knowing what he was wearing was enough to encourage him to dispose of the jacket he wore. Despite how frigid the night breeze was.

Fingers grip onto his companions forearm, leaning him away on swift feet, leading them further away from the scene they created moments ago. Fingers dropping from Sin’s arm to lace between the man’s fingers. He was cold to the touch. “But we shouldn’t stick around for them to find us. We’ll get back to the room, clean up--- see what the news says and call Anton.”