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Whatever it is you don’t want them to see, or hear, or know, you can BURY it. You can bury it so deep, you won’t find it yourself anymore… but you’ll WISH you hadn’t. ¬¬ Roleplay blog based on periodic themes ( versailles ) . Literate, oc-friendly ¬¬¬ [Heaven ] [Etiquette }
“A story is true. A story is untrue. As time extends, it matters less and less. The stories we want to believe, those are the ones that survive, despite upheaval and transition and progress. Those are the stories that shape history “ ***multimuse & multiverse literate rp blog – following witcher &pirates themes *** [BLOG] [ RULES] [MUSES]
Whatever it is you don’t want them to see, or hear, or know, you can BURY it. You can bury it so deep, you won’t find it yourself anymore… but you’ll WISH you hadn’t. ¬¬ Roleplay blog based on periodic themes ( versailles ) . Literate, oc-friendly ¬¬¬ [Heaven ] [Etiquette }
Whatever it is you don’t want them to see, or hear, or know, you can BURY it. You can bury it so deep, you won’t find it yourself anymore… but you’ll WISH you hadn’t. ¬¬ Roleplay blog based on periodic themes ( versailles ) . Literate, oc-friendly ¬¬¬ [Heaven ] [Etiquette }
I am sorry for the fact that I was off for so long , however I’ve started watching “Versailles” and I am obsessed ! Especially with this asshole:
I am sorry for the fact that I was off for so long , however I’ve started watching “Versailles” and I am obsessed ! Especially with this asshole:
I am not in the mood to write today, because it is Sunday and I am a lazy little shit on Sundays , so am gonna play some Greed Fall and maybe this will bring some muses ....
SHORT TALE STARTER CALL – maybe it will be a caring Lambert, maybe an angry one - so many possibilities
Black Sails | Flint/McGraw with his hair out
OPEN fairytale
Finally the wall broke down, leaving the man with a fragile HEART and a cloud above his head.
“They say we are MONSTERS ourselves , convince themselves that THE WORD is true... so tell me: why is it when I have nightmares of the past I feel PAIN, I feel SADNESS.. I feel ashamed of what they created out of me...?? they took everything from me and they assumed I AM THEM.”
✧ ASK MEMES — BLACK SAILS 4.06-4.10. Content Warnings: piracy, war, death, murder, violence. Change pronouns/titles to fit!
“They respect you, so they’ll listen to you.”
“You were older. You were beautiful. I revered you.”
“We have no choice but to defend ourselves!”
“The one thing he’s never done is force me to choose between him and you. That, you did.”
“We’re at war… and you’re an asset.”
“Despite what’s gone on, you are my friend.”
“You chose. Live with it.”
“You’re welcome to stay if you like.”
“You were a pirate once.”
“It is a new day. But one that demands we all unite behind a common cause.”
“Amongst pirates, loyalty changes quickly, it seems.”
“If we fight them together, there’s a good chance we live, hold our ground, maybe even fight them off.”
“I loved you. And I betrayed you. But I cannot apologize for it.”
“If I apologize, you will know it is a lie. And I do not wish to lie to you ever again.”
“I am going to stay with you. I want to take care of you.”
“One can be happy that way, can’t they? A life of isolation and uncertainty as long as it is lived with someone you love… and who loves you back. It is possible, isn’t it?”
“‘If we’re lucky’ is not a notion that’s worked well for us recently.”
“I tried to save her.”
“I’ll not leave anyone behind.”
“Seems a fair amount of resentment towards you these days. I just want you to know… that I remember what you did for me.”
“How can we all have sacrificed so much and none of us has anything to show for it?”
“I want him to pay for all of it dearly. Do you want to help me or not?”
“I need you to know…that I did everything I could to keep her safe. I… I don’t expect that to mean anything.”
“It wasn’t… your fault. It wasn’t your fault.”
“This war is going to begin. This camp is going to fight it, with or without you.”
“They may call you a king, but only in the kingdom that is no more.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to murder her another day. Right now, you need to rest.”
“No one changes the world. Not like this. Not all at once. The world is too strong for that.”
“I can’t let this be for nothing. I just can’t. It has to mean… something.”
“You have to trust my judgment for a little while while yours is reeling.”
“You’re one of them. You’re a pirate. You are!”
“Why would I even consider taking on a pirate as a partner like this?”
“When you and I are of the same mind… there is nothing we have not yet been able to do.”
“She died fighting. As will I.”
“She wants him dead and she wants me to do it.”
“I do it for us. That’s how it started. That’s how it’s going to end.”
“What if the result of this war isn’t beyond the horror? What if it is the horror itself?”
“I think that you are the best of us.”
“Why are you doing this? Talking about us like it’s a thing? I don’t know who broke it first. But it broke. And there ain’t no putting it back together again.”
“Privacy always comes with a price, dear.”
“Do not ask me to choose between a war and a wife. I do not think you’re going to like the answer.”
“I do not expect your understanding, but I demand your support. As my partner. As my friend. Do I have it?”
“You killed my friend. I wanted you to know that.”
“To rise from where you began… to where you now stand, I cannot imagine the road you’ve travelled.”
“The crown does not divide. It cannot be shared.”
“Hear me very clearly. There is no hidden message and no equivocation. You will make no move against him.”
“Fuck you doing out here? It’s a fucking mess out here. Come inside.”
“I refuse to situate a man in a position where he might interfere one day with my ability to repair things with you.”
“You are the bravest person I have ever known. The truest person I have ever known.”
“I betrayed you and it sickens me. I am so sorry for working so hard to protect the wrong things. For failing to see that there is nothing important that does not include you.”
“There is nothing important that does not include you.”
“I know you know how to fight. I want to teach you how to fight and not die.”
“For pride to be an issue between you and I… well, I think we’re playing past that by now. Don’t you?”
“Am I not what I am at this point?”
“You are, for now, a necessary evil here. Do not test my patience.”
“You’re still watching my eyes, which is a good way of getting yourself killed.“
“Jesus Christ, don’t do that. If you want to ask where I come from, just ask.”
“You have no idea the restraint this takes. How urgent the instinct towards violence.”
“You know of me all I can bear to be known. All that is relevant to be known. That is to say, you know my genuine friendship… and loyalty. Can that be enough and there still be trust between us?”
“Don’t wait for me! Go!”
“You cannot honestly believe that placating me is going to repair what’s been broken here.”
“You think killing me means defeat for them? You will have given them a martyr to unite them.”
“What are you doing down here? Are you a fucking coward?”
“Pain is an exceptional tutor.”
“How much ransom can be afforded for the cause? How many casualties can be tolerated for the cause? How much loss?”
“This isn’t a war. That is a fucking nightmare.”
“In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility. There is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it.”
“ All this will be for nothing. We will have been for nothing.”
“I will stand here with you… for an hour, a day, a year…”
“I lost you once. I would not do it again.”
“He trusted you. He was your friend. And you killed him.”
“You may think what you want of me. I will draw comfort in the knowledge that you’re alive to think it. But I’m not the villain you fear I am.”
“A story is true. A story is untrue. As time extends, it matters less and less. The stories we want to believe… those are the ones that survive.”
for @witchersofsail (Lambert) - from [X]
Bolvirk glanced sidelong toward the man also at the bar, who’d been grumbling into a tankard. The stranger spattered with dark blood was likely a Witcher - most clearly because of the medallion, but he could also tell by the weapons, the armor’s lack of any kingdom’s or clan’s heraldry, and the way the other tavern patrons gave the man almost a wider berth than they gave Bolvirk.
He caught enough of the Witcher’s mutterings to agree, the elbow of his unoccupied hand leaning on the bartop, “The lord’s a faen tit. Not even the pleasant kind. That much trouble,” he gestured generally with his own half-drained pint to the stranger’s bloodied appearance, “and not even full pay?” A scoff at the idea, before he gave voice to another as it entered his mind. “It wouldn’t be much, or with just money, but I could try to make up the difference, if you like.”
@bulwarkbolvirk
Past days were horrid in its own, special way -- the struggle to find good businesses that payed well coins were less and less ; and not because of incoming winter , nor the less amount of BASTARDS crossing paths . It was because the war was coming -- not with kingdoms , or with illnesses... but with civilization (progression). If not the hunger and tiredness , Lambert with his eyes closed would have passed the notice ;; but not that day. Not the day when he found out about the SIREN - a beautiful, dangerous creature that managed to turn him into a FOOL;; leaving bruises and bite marks on the man’s flesh. The only good place to rest and get ready for another wave of pain happened to be this inn -- a shithole very familiar for him. “ I’ve met pricklier nitwits than him --but at least he is honest .” The murmur crawled out through his lips, reaching the stranger , while witcher decided to take a look of the place and the man himself. ;; there was no GOOD in this world left and yet the form spoke with gentle manner -- not very well-known way.
“I don’t mind when someone rub lilac onto my LOVELY bottom -- however let me ask you first: WHY ? You did not hear that finally you have a fucking mutant in your inn? That speak like devil and take away kids when everyone else is asleep ?”
@lcsthings:
UNLIKE ESKEL, LAMBERT’S WAY OF TEACHING WAS HARD. Sharp. Everything always ached in the end, whether it be her limbs or her heart. It made her yearn for Eskel’s encouraging words & Geralt’s watchful silence. “ Eskel taught me, ” she replies, trying to keep the disappointment at bay. Let her anger take over — that always chased away the fear. “ He’s as good as any of you. He’s not a nitwit. ”
Lambert spitted out with BITTERNESS , allowing his feet to direct him ;; like in a dance routine, where the muscles were a different being, floating only because of memories of techniques and knowledge.
“Looking at what he taught you, he is. Fighting is not all about SURVIVAL, believe it or not. They both are treating you like a goddamn PRINCESS, treating you like a fucking vase . Let me ask you -- what if they both are GONE, who will SAVE you then, girl ? -- fight like you mean it, like you are the one who has control over ME.” Witcher stopped to point the end of his wooden sword at the one she dropped.
“--are you going to pick it up, or you thinking about running to Geralt to cry your eyes out on his shoulder, empress?”
“Now thats something we don’t get to see. If you’re looking for months all the way here, tough luck. My men killed them all before coming to the bar.”
Well, some men were gone. They weren’t professional monster killers, but someone got to kill the monsters or his rather expensive works of art were going to waste and get destroyed now, and we can’t have that.
@witchersofsail
@gigantetian
“- and apparently I get to see pricks like you spread all over this gddamn place - piling like bags of horse-shit. -”
Sardonicism filled every word uttered by Lambert, while drops of tiredness weighted heavily against hos own shoulders . Lambert directed himself toward the inn keeper, casting a look of indifference. “I don’t give a shit about your men or you -- as long as you do not cross my path, I will not cross yours. And when it comes to MONSTERS, my dear friend - they are like any other bastard ;; when one dies, two more appear. “
@lilacsweet:
“Or senses of humor,” she replies in quick tandem. Her confident voice nearly hits the same dispassionate tone, but one could detect a pleased, self-amused Ha! at the end. Like he set her up so well to land another dig.
The myth of Witchers being emotionless monster-killing monsters has long since been disproven in Yennefer’s presence. She finds it hard to believe anyone who meets them walks away with that impression. His displeasure, his jokes, the low-grade anger underneath— it’s easy to see. Although, the same false cold-heartedness has been frequently applied to her, and Yennefer does not care about changing that perception.
He’s wise to stay in the threshold. She finishes up, strides a pace towards him. “Not yet. Geralt travels slower than I.” A little sarcastic mischief makes her eyes glint, about to name what she presumes is his worst nightmare. “Are you volunteering to help me until he arrives?”
******
Thanks to the words spoken by HER - the man’s face welcomed a shadow , which hid the ghost of a smirk -- a view not very popular among the others, especially when the reason was nothing more but a person born through the magic -- a nonsense. “ -- after all, birds of a feather flock together, princess. But still there is a question that keeps my sorry-arse awake whenever HE is babbling about you -- how did you manage to get into his head ....?? - was it some spell ...or your tits ;; because we both can agree it was NOT your personality.” .
Witcher’s head shifted unnoticeably , making sure that every step taken by the woman (every movement made by her and every word spoken through her lips) were noticed, for there was NO TRUST running through his vein. “-- do I look like a stray dog to you --tell me, how is it with you and your fucking kind -- whenever miss Yennefer wants something, she gets it !? -- ”
Lambert’s body shifted, allowing himself to meet the woman in the middle and create a slight gap in between them. Both egos were drowning in the same room, and although the hatred and suspicion was much bigger -- a spark of pleasant feeling was slowly appearing in.
“A story is true. A story is untrue. As time extends, it matters less and less. The stories we want to believe, those are the ones that survive, despite upheaval and transition and progress. Those are the stories that shape history “ ***multimuse & multiverse literate rp blog – following witcher &pirates themes *** [BLOG] [ RULES] [MUSES]
