#wardenofthewood

[lazrvs-a]

@wardenofthewood​. (cont from here)

     There’s a pause from Gabriel as the other proceeds to sit with him. The controller in his hands slowly lowers, before his attention is snapped back to the television screen. Commander Gabriel Reyes, playing a damn video game. Rather well, at that. Considering it was a shooter and his relative element, he’d been doing obnoxiously well.

     And may or may not have said a few things into the mic that he really shouldn’t have when the wrong person passed by which prompted him to tell the other not to judge him. That and the fact he was playing a video game. Something he’d spoken out about being iffy on. It wasn’t fully hypocritical, but it sure as hell wasn’t expected behavior, either. 

      ❛ It’s... strategy practice. ❜

     That’s a half assed lie. He’s actually been having fun beating twelve year old children over the internet. Not like he’s about to admit that, however. 

[askrossiel]

’ Did you catch fire again? ’

“...M-maybe a little.”  Rossiel held up her singed sleeve.  “I try to keep them rolled back when I tend the hearth, but sometimes I fear this dress is just of a mind to follow the example of some of history’s most-- ah-- notorious figures.”

[lazrvs-a]

⚠

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood. | Accepting

     Blood was not a familiar sight to Reaper. Dragging himself around a corner and out of sight from the massacre he’d just created, his legs finally gave out from under him, wrenching a surprised cry out of his mouth. The second he hit the ground it jostled his broken mask loose. The wraith did nothing to stop it from falling to the ground; he didn’t even move to pick it up. 

     A scowl dragged over his features, lips curling back to reveal the monsters set of sharpened teeth. His vision had changed during the fight, the light assaulted him when the mask fell off. The nanites had reproduced them again; and in response Reaper forced them all closed. He didn’t need this. It caused more piercing pain, this time entering his head as the light had seared in once the mask fell off.

     He knew he was a mess, he’d not had the chance to take enough life to properly sustain the injuries. In return; he ended up bleeding. Like a human. A human wearing a monsters skin. A low, angered hiss escaped him, and his eyes cracked open. His arm raised to shield against the light; why’d he have to cause problems in the daytime? 

     His arm lowered only when he saw a figure approaching. That wasn’t good. The area was supposed to be abandoned aside from his targets. This was either one he’d missed, an operative of Talon that had tailed him for the mission, or someone who was wrong place wrong time. Either way; it wasn’t good for him. An attempt to move, to scramble up, was made. All to no avail as his body just ended up crashing back against the wall he’d fallen down on. All that escaped was an angered and pained hiss, before he gave up, moving his head away from the approaching intruder. 

     Once he’d heard their approach, he spoke from his position. He kept his head turned, attempting to shield his face from them. He didn’t need to be seen. He didn’t want to be in the case it was a Talon operative. His face had always been a… sensitive issue. 

     ❛ Don’t take a single step closer. If you want to survive you’re going to tell me who you are and why you’re here. ❜ 

     It’s almost a futile demand, but he has to at least try.

[askrossiel]

❦ as best buds of course

//Yeeeees :D

[askrossiel]

wardenofthewood replied to your post “I want to sit on someone, t-too!”

[I thought we were still talking about adult Rossiel and I was like "oh my"

//Oh gods...

Naw, it’s the birb.  Woof might also be convinced she is a lapdog, but regular-flavored ‘Siel probably isn’t into that.  :P

[brightflight]

Feets

Let’s get physical

Feet

Small, high arches, thin ankles. Her feet aren’t terribly long, but they’re slightly tapered. When standing still, she has a tendency to put most of her weight on her leftfoot; and often idly toes at the ground, sometimes shifting her weight restlessly from foot to foot.A fairly wide stance, often with one foot much further out from beneath herbody than the other. Being so short, she often needs to go up on her toes to reach things or see. She prefers to be barefoot when possible, especially at home; walking barefoot around inside her home, she tends to walk toe to heel morethan the more usual heel to toe, with a quick and mincing sort of delicacy that’salmost dancer-like.

[healerofimladris]

[Loves on you

//*loves you back*

[askrossiel]

Would you rather change the past or be able to see the future?

“There are so many things I wish I could change, but... what of the consequences?  It doesn’t sound much better to see what will happen and be unable to avoid it if it is bad, but if I must have one or the other, I guess there is less potential for harm in the latter.”