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[dcud-blog]

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It’ll kill you

nO.

[hxrimperixlmxjesty]

"That doesn't look like a scratch."

“That’s because it’s not.” The Empress spat through clenched teeth. She held the bandage in her mouth, holding it taunt while she ripped it apart. The younger man she tended to squirmed with the increased pressure and she only hissed in response, a flustered attempt at cooing and calming them down. Either way, it hardly worked. The boy stared back at her, eyes wide with pain and fear. It had been a long time since he’d seen his own blood and Emily knew that very well. She knew how scared he must be, now that he was fully aware of his mortality. Emily was not a doctor and hardly a mother. She did only what she could think of and what she could remember. 

She looked away from  him or a moment, a great compassion in her eyes and looked up at the man in leather. Her eyes traveled from him to the seized apartment around them, searching for any kind of discarded item that she could use as a type of supply. 

The boy squirmed again, forcing himself upwards and knocking her in the chin with the crown of his head. Emily hovered over him, coaxing him back down and cradling him in her lap. Blood stained her hands and expensive clothes. The smell was something she’d never get used to and Emily nearly gagged. 

“Thomas, I still need to stop this bleeding. I don’t have anything else. You need to find me something to work with.” she pleaded. “I’ve got enough elixirs to keep him hydrated, but…”

[wcrfareoverseer-blog1]

"Did I tell you you're beautiful, today?"

                    “hm?”  his  eyes  flicker  to  the  whaler  and  the  corners  of  his  lips  pull  up  into  a  little  smile.  thomas  leans  in  carefully,  bumping  the  other’s  shoulder  with  his  forehead. “you’re  too  good  to  me.”

[daggersandbonecharms]

❝ You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is? ❞

"I ‘ave my fair share of outside experience.” He said with a shrug. Before the Whalers he had run with other gangs, none of them working out, but that wasn’t an uncommon story among his fellow assassins.

“Out of all the crews I’ve been on, this one is the best and fer several reasons.” 

[mechxnicxl-hexrt]

Apatite, Celestite

send me a crystal and i’ll tell

apatite: a headcanon about my muse’s intuition

Hmm, well, we know Corvo’s shrewd as it is, so he’s very good at reading people’s intentions from afar. I like to think that his intuition is equally impressive given his range of experience. 

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

My interpretation of Corvo, especially in HC, is that he deals with anxiety in one of two ways: if it’s possible, someone else is going to feel the physical pain of his mental suffering, or he bottles it up until that opportunity becomes available. 

[daggersandbonecharms]

“Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.”

“Well at last ya got one. I ain’t never even learn ta read.”

[hxrimperixlmxjesty]

"You're making a terrible mistake. I'm not going to let you make it."

“Why not? She took everything from me! She took my father and now she’s taken my throne!” Emily rounded on the other, eyes blazing, sunken with exhaustion on a battered and bruised face. She pointed up at the Tower with a stiff arm. Her sword hung at her side, held by a clenched fist. Emily’s chest and shoulder’s heaved as she worked for air around her rage. “Delilah deserves what’s coming to her. I’ll make her feel every bit of pain I’ve felt.” 

Emily turned her hardened face back to the grey, desolate and destroyed streets in front of her. She walked slowly through the ruins of her home city. What had Delilah done to Dunwall? Was this really what she saw as right and good; the way things should be? The city was a graveyard, and Emily would not allow the rest of the Empire to fall to the same fate. 

The Empress turned back to the man who had not yet moved to follow her. This stranger. Her only remaining ally. 

“Are you coming? Or are you going to abandon me, too?”

[wcrfareoverseer-blog1]

Ѡ

Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

*raunchy yet tasteful letter. 

he keeps the letters. he shouldn’t and he knows it could be dangerous for him if somebody were to find them. still, he can’t bring himself to burn the words his thomas writes to him. they are for him -- his and only his, meant for nobody else, and every time he reminds himself of the fact, he feels a warmth deep in his veins, wrapping around his bones. 

he drafts a response, finding the words don’t come to him. he was never quite so eloquent despite the education the abbey insisted on. he scratches long arching lines at the bottom of the page instead and they shape themselves into thommy’s form, tangled in the sheets. hesitantly, he returns to the words he’d left half written. 

remembering you always like this, curled up with me, peaceful, happy. 

hope to see you soon. 

                                                     -th