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indie oc  ( sideblog )

[templarvow]

(hopefully) temporarily moved to @ofthclight ! 

[daddareo]

[papa-evershed]

[templarvow]

ncthiing​:

A harsh chuckle left him despite the sadness that reached his eyes. A shake of his head to answer his first question accompanied by the smirk upon his face. Pursed his lips, rubbed the back of his head to hide his face from the other, disappointed in himself for his next response, “Not at all.” Honesty didn’t miss a beat with him, a shrug before he carefully leaned back. “Possibly… how it occurred… if anything.” Though it didn’t sound as sympathetic as he had wished it did. “It’s not like he’d let me make amends anyway—” Pondered over in silence for a questionably long time, “I highly doubt it’s something even I can ameliorate overall…” A rare thing for him to admit to someone else, he always yearned others sympathy but really it was his sibling’s forgiveness he desperately wanted. He was aware it was a distant dream — not even that.

He understands the dilemma well. Once, long ago, he had...connections. Family, he supposes. There’d been a girl. One whose name and face he’s long forgotten, but the feeling --- the feeling he can remember well, even if it is confined in the deep recesses of his chest. Occasionally, he wonders what they’d think of him if they saw him today. The only difference now is that he doesn’t feel guilt for the things he’s done. The blood he’s shed, it was never righteous blood. Never pure. Never innocent.  ❝ What’s that saying, ❞  He wracks his brain for a moment, trying to ensure he gets it right.  ❝ Won’t know unless you try. ❞  One large shoulder shrugs and Edric gives the other a look that’s about as kind as he can manage.  ❝ Heard it from a lady at a bar, I think she was a teacher. Little kids. Made sense though. ❞     

[templarvow]

livingprophecy​:

          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐅  skin  stitching  itself  back  together,  bones  rebuilding  and  setting  into  place:      it’s  hard  to  get  used  to,  even  after  over  a  thousand  years.  joe  pushes  himself  to  sitting,  biting  back  the  string  of  curses  as  he  hears  edric  speaking.      “time  to  go?”      he  huffs  out  a  breath  and  grasps  onto  the  other’s  hand,  standing  before  continuing,      “but  i  was  enjoying  my  NAP.”      he  doesn’t  feel  the  same  amount  of  exhaustion  andy  does,  but  he’s  getting  there.  eyes  dart  around  the  room,  surveying  the  signs  of  battle.  the  immortal  reaches  down  and  picks  his  rifle  off  the  ground,  sighing.      “don’t  tell  me  i  missed  something  EXCITING.”

     they have a high caliber of what constitutes  exciting.  but there’s a certain finesse that comes with cheating death, and part of it he knows is brushing it off as best they can.  ❝ nicolò got in a pretty clean decapitation. andy’s reaming out booker. ❞  his shoulder shrugs, dark eyes scanning over joe to ensure that he’s fine. healing. not too exhausted. no matter how many years pass, it’s never enough to feel comfortable with it. life is fleeting. precious. their years are extended, but they’re all still on a clock. one that steadily ticks down to the time when they don’t wake up.  ❝ we should get movin’ before more come. ❞  edric reaches a hand out, clapping it against the back of joe’s shoulder, nudging him towards the exit.

[papa-evershed]

@ibonekoen asked: Braxton Wolff or Sam Rossi

[templarvow]

reversedrole​:

some days,  this happens.  her doctor calls it dissociation.  she feels like she’s not herself,  not anymore.  that,  maybe,  she really did die that day in the cage.  that she’s just watching herself outside of her body live her life.  and then,  she  snaps out of it.  her head shakes,  emerald hues flickering over the other male.  ❝  oh,  yeah!  i’m okay,  just thinking.  ❞ 

it’s none of his business, and he’s not one to pry. but he knows a lost soul when he sees one. he knows ghosts when he sees them behind someone’s eyes. edric nods, being silent for a moment before he speaks again.  ❝ pretty deeply, it seems. ❞  his shoulder rolls back, head canting to the side as he studies her.  ❝ you alright? ❞

[inthenameofsephiroth]

[samuelljackson]

[ncthiing-deactivated20211114]

                   @templarvow​                      x

    Skeptical, peered over the other, much like his sibling in that way of being more cautious when opening up to others. Well, at least, about this particular subject. Normally, he was much more opened and friendly, however, this always put a bad taste in his mouth. With an unnecessary sigh, a shrug accompanied him, “Not much to say,” Easily lied through his teeth, despite how he refused to look at the other when answered. “—A… family disagreement you could denominate it… things were said and — done… not in the best manner… I guess…” 

[templarvow]

   He nods, understanding --- even if he doesn’t. Can’t. He never had a family. Not really. Not in any meaningful sense of the word. Sure, somewhere in the back of his mind is the faint recollection of a mother who was loving, kind, who sang songs off-key and brushed hair away from his head. A father who was harsh. Demanding. But he had brotherhood in the knights. He knows what it’s like to have people you would die for. Kill for. Knows what it’s like to lose them.  ❝ I’m guessin’ it’s not something that can be talked out. ❞  Edric studies the younger man for a moment, curious.  ❝ You regret it? ❞

[templarvow]

❝ ‘ey , ❞     his hand is still firmly on his gun as he nudges his toe against the ( temporarily ) lifeless body at his feet .  it’s been about a minute ,  but it shouldn’t take much longer than that .  either way ,  they have to leave .  when he sees the first flutter of lashes ,  the smallest twitch of muscle he steps back ,  head canting to the side as he waits .   ❝  took your damn time .  c’mon ,  ❞  one hand vacates the gun and he reaches it down ,  clasping around the others’ as he pulls them up .   ❝  time t’ go .  ❞         /          OPEN STARTER   +   OLD GUARD VERSE . 

[templarvow]

throat clears ,  as gentle as he can manage ,  as his gaze darts briefly to the person next to him .  he’s quiet for another moment ,  debating the next words carefully before he forces them out .   ❝  you alright ?  ❞     it’s not exactly his business .  but he’s got nothing better to do .  and he figures ,  based on what he sees from others ,  it would be  rude  not to ask .

open starter !

[sonandheirofnothinginparticular]

[papa-evershed]

[gossipgiffin]

[mackennyu]

Tom Cullen as Landry in History Knightfall

[templarvow]

ed 100% still uses a flip phone from like 2006. ed still uses a motorola razr. wes 100% doesn’t know his own phone number. it takes him 10 minutes to type a one sentence text. has used the same ringtone since 2006. has no idea how to check his voicemail.