#willow acar.

[stilloves]

eventually, they knew this day would come. where living on the farm, it wasn't enough. where the small missions wouldn't be enough anymore. where taking down tantalus was the only option. and she'd hoped perhaps dahlia would be older by then. that she could take care of herself if it came down to it. but it was happening now. it was happening today & in an hour or so, she'd leave with freya. which, something she looked forward to. because she wants this to be done. she wants it to end. and at one point she wants to be free of this place. always be grateful for the fact they took her in when she needed it. ( even if she knew it was more because of emil and mags, than from the goodness of their heart. ) but it would never feel safe to her. it hasn't become home to her.

there's a small grunt when pulled along, and maybe she shouldn't be surprised. he'd always worn his feelings on the outside, and there were a lot of them. most of which, she didn't quite know how to deal with. this tho ? the frantic hands and the way lips are on hers a second after the door close, it's not hard to understand. she feels it too, even if she doesn't allow herself to drown in it. the fear of not coming back. the fear of something going wrong. the fear that yes, this might be the last time she feels him. hears him. that everything would change for the worse after today. her arms drift up to wrap around the back of his neck, pushing up on tippy toes while pulling herself closer, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. " are you concerned ? " it's a low murmur between them after a few moments, hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips.

my muse kisses your muse like it’s the last time they’ll ever get the chance. emil kindell & willow acar. ( @klarsynt. )

[stilloves]

sure, she is tired. dahlia had slept basically nothing three nights in a row, napped durring the day and then repeated the pattern. right now she is laying on the bed & seems to have calmed down some, even if still awake. she is sitting in the windowsill, feet planted against the frame and attention is on their daughter. perhaps it's the hair that gives it away. soft curls she didn't have the time to straighten. perhaps it's skin a little paler than normal, dark circles under eyes. perhaps it's emil's t - shirt and sweats she is wearing, compared to usual clothes. perhaps emil is just too good at reading her. can't say she minds being alone with dahlia, but sometimes it's a little hard when she won't sleep more than an hour here and there & she knows it's her teeth coming in. she's read the books. and asking for help when emil and mags were busy just didn't . . . she didn't know who to ask. who she'd trust so she could sleep a bit. so she'd rather stay awake.

eyes drag from dahlia and over to the door when it opens, and there's a small snort leaving her at his order. not that she is moving from her spot. it's kinda comfortable here. and she doesn't have it in her to move, not unless she has to. " who died and made you king ? " a low murmur as she leans back, head softly thud against the windowsill, brow raise ever so little.

go rest.  i'm not asking. emil kindell & willow acar. ( @klarsynt. )

[stilloves]

for once, she really wasn't the instigator in what was happening down by the barn. dahlia was sitting on her hip, arm wrapped around the sleeping body, and she'd simply watched it unfold in real time. from a distance mind you, because she didn't want her daughter to wake up. not after finally getting her to sleep. not that she minds the entertainment tho. the jabs done both verbally and physically, some watching, some joining in. and sometimes this feels . . . home. it feels more real than the we're just one big happy family bullshit they were trying to sell around here. they're all trained the same, some more specifically to do something than others, but they were all killers. trained to be monsters. some of them were just better at hiding it. better at pretending to have moved on, to be better than their past. she just never cared to do so. she is who she is, without any excuses.

there's a slight swaying back and forth, weight shifting from one foot to the other, to keep dahlia asleep. and yeah, maybe there's a small smile tugging at the corner of lips. maybe she is a little amused. because they're no better than her. and it's good to see the mask slip at times. they're all probably back to sitting around the campfire, singing songs and eating food this evening anyways. dark gaze shift up to emil after a few seconds, biting into bottom lip and there's a barely there shrug of shoulder. not an excuse, not really anything else than an aknowledgement.

i'm glad you think this is funny. emil kindell & willow acar. ( @klarsynt. )

[stillovesinteractionposts]

interaction post for : willow izel acar. original character, based in tantalus. demisexual. assassin. torturess.

[alliemainhub]

Willow Acar text post.

[stilloves-arc1]

starter for Emil Kindell, for my own selfish needs.

noelle never asked for anything, and well . . . she was good at this. getting answers out of people. there wasn't a chance of her going back to tantalus, but this she knew. what she'd spent most of her life doing. and it was a chance of leaving the farm, even if dahlia stayed back with mags. so the motivation of this going fast, it was definitely there. following noelle to some backroom of the hideout and she can't quite explain the feeling when coming to a stop infront of the one way mirror. not like she had a name to his face. he was just that. a face in her nightmares. stopping abruptly in her tracks, barely paying attention to emil behind her or noelle at her side. gaze slowly drift across him, and it's definitely him. his hair gone a little grey by the temple, some more wrinkles, but it's without a doubt him. hands lift and fingers tuck strands of hair behind ears, shoulders squaring and there's a small smile forming before glancing over to noelle. " i'd like a scalpel before i start actually, " there's a small nod from the other before she moves to leave and get it, and she can't quite help the excitment to form, glancing up at emil. " do you know who this is ? "

@klarsynt

[alliemainhub]

this is the crew actually.

@klarsynt

[stilloves-arc1]

starter for Magnolia Castillo and / or Emil Kindell. ( x. )

not sure who put the bowl of cherries on the table, but they're there and she's absent mindedly been munching on a few of them, while reading one of the books emil has brought back for her. feet curled under herself while elbows planted on the table, chin in the palm of her hand while slowly chewing on the stem to soften it up. it might be her favorite book this far, even beat some of those in levi's library. there's a slow exhale while flipping the page, nose crinkle when it clearly ends on a cliffhanger and there isn't a new chapter for her to dive into. spitting the knotted stem down to the others, small puff of air leaving her, straightening up while shutting the book with perhaps more force than necessary.

@desafia / @klarsynt