#thebloodofosiris

[poisedalacrity-blog]

thebloodofosiris "Vance is a scrub."

“I do believe that’s the least hateful thing I’ve ever heard someone call Brother Vance. But, ah, yes, I agree.”

[dimensionalguardian]

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaden."

"Ichooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrr," he tries to imitate the whine exactly, but he can't help but smile at his friend's antics. "What's up?"

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👋 – spanking them on the booty ; k but she's snacking it like bongos Veles u r more than welcomed to round house kick her

touch meme – accepting

        At first she doesn’t understand why Boss took to humming the Jaws theme over their private link–he typically only did that if he planned on bouncing himself off of her head in a fit of aggressive affection, though her Ghost was simply hovering beside her and not making any move to inch his way closer. The pieces all clicked together, however, when Ichor’s hand slapped her rump.

        Squeaking and jolting, the Hunter’s head cranes ‘round to fixate her with a long, blank stare amid the rapid smacking of the booty. Her eyes beg the question, ‘why?’. There’s only one thing the Nightstalker can do–dodge away from her hand and sidestep behind her to retaliate by bringing her hand up and slapping Ichor’s ass back, just hard enough for her palm to make a decent little smack noise on contact.

        “Listen, you.” The turns have been tabled, now she is the one making a drum of Ichor’s booty. Feel free to knock her lights out in return, Ichor, she’s earned it.

[poisedalacrity-blog]

💃 – dancing with them

touch meme – accepting

        “Ichor, what in the whole entire frick are you doing?”

        She knows they’re dancing, obviously, though she can’t fathom why–then again, most of those reborn in Light seemed to have a strange fondness for it and especially for dancing in places they’re not meant to be dancing. “…uh.” Was Veles supposed to start dancing back–? She doesn’t know how to dance, she’s got two left feet and no sense of rhythm to save her.

        Again, she must default to the only thing she knows how to do.

                                                      DABS

[redceyed]

“ name calling’s a handy thing for some. they smack a label on somebody or something and that’s it as far as they’re concerned. it’s kind of a special way of hating because they don’t take the trouble to understand. ”

    The old man would fold his arms over his torso, a slight tilt of the head accompanying the movements that followed. Was it that truly that much easier? He could think of a few examples now that he stopped & could think about it.   “ --Like calling someone an asshole, right? Or am I understanding this wrong?”

[solcursed]

@solshot @thebloodofosiris y’all really tryna call osiris out on his shit today

[raifer-vayne]

“The deal was to just get us in and out of here.”

Things hadn’t exactly gone to plan, obviously, or else the other wouldn’t of felt such a need to say what he did. Enemy rounds shot into the ground and their cover, the cabal footsoldiers keeping up with their suppression fire, and probably with others advancing towards them. That’s how the usual strategy worked anyway.

Still, the deal was to provide passage through the area. Now they were getting pinned down by cabal soldiers, it would provide excitement for what was an extremely boring trip through enemy territory, up until now. Raifer still didn’t much like what Ichor had said to him, his eyes squinting behind his helmet at first.

“Ungrateful bastard! I first am providin’ ye passage into this borin’ shithole ‘cause ye wanted it so badly, then I go to spice it up a little, do somethin’ extra for ye, ‘n then ye get mad at me for it. For providin’ entertainment. That costs extra, now pay up!” The mercenary growled at his ally.

Vayne huffed, looking at the belt fed ammunition in his machine gun, rounds meant for armor piercing. These enemy soldiers wouldn’t stand a chance against these rounds. While he waited a moment, he eventually could hear the sounds of a few weapons being reloaded to fire again, but he stood up from their cover, pulling the trigger tightly as he fired rapid and heavy hitting rounds down their way.

Most complained about a weapon of this size, always saying how inefficient it was to fire so many rounds and that the accuracy was poor. Raifer wasn’t like that, his large stature and build providing him a much steadier aim despite the high fire rate and higher caliber. The firing soon ended, the barrel heated up and smoked at the very end, and the bodies of dead cabal rested on the dirty, metallic floor.

“Ye ready to go yet? I think I killed the evil Pillsbury doughboys.” Raifer cocked the gun up, barrel toward the ceiling while the stock rested against his bicep. “What’s the point o’ ye even comin’ to this place anyway?”

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Send 💟 for a delicate kiss.

kiss meme – accepting

        Veles has been awful quiet ( though there’s nothing unusual about that ), fiddling with something or another and only occasionally sending a glance up Ichor’s way. A calm sort of companionship if nothing else with no need to force words she didn’t feel like saying–the only thing breaking the silence being the shifting of gear and of tech being taken off her lap as the Nightstalker opts to scoot closer to him.

        Something of a hum resonates in the back of her throat as she leans against the cultist’s side, reaching over with a hand to brush their face cover down, a fingertip tilting Ichor’s chin in an attempt to make him look at her. Veles seems to hesitate, then, but only just–whatever thought she’d had was forgotten, shrugged off, leaning in with a subtle grin. Lips pressed against the corner of their mouth, lingering before barely pulling back enough to kiss them properly.

        She doesn’t lean into them, nor does she seem keen on making more of it than what it was save for a palm cupping the side of Ichor’s face, her thumb brushing over their cheekbone before she pulls away from him again.

                             “…you’re a cutie.”

        Veles. Why this.