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Trouble is afoot and it will be a long evening for the White Knight.
The White Knight has been in the Queen’s service for more than half his life. He currently stands beside her royal majesty in the throne room, bearing witness to the thorn in the Queen’s side. A thorn he will be called upon to remove.
Whether he was pushing miscreants from the kingdom with his blade, doling out punishments on behalf of the Queen, or sating her majesty’s sexual desires, the White Knight fulfilled his responsibilities every day of his life. However such consistency was not common in all of the Queen's loyal subjects.
This spy in particular, a faun with broad shoulders and a nervous smile, a tufted little goatee and soft, folded ears. He has a penchant for distracting the castle guards with jovial questions about their favorite snacks. He has often derailed the White Knight's retinue from their duties with gossip from the latest winter festival.
Mr. Tammus had come into the Queen’s service only a few short years ago. The White Knight had been on assignment looking for allies to enlist to the Queen’s service. He’d ventured into the western mountains, seeking the brawn of a clan of minotaurs. It was there that he discovered Mr. Tammus beguiling the clan leader and her grandfather with a musical jig. Mr. Tammus had accidentally broken a curse that had fouled their young with human-features. Mr. Tammus could have asked for anything from the grateful clan but instead requested only shelter and their undivided attention while he performed his latest song.
Upon witnessing Mr. Tammus’ charm on the minotaurs firsthand, the White Knight knew the faun would prove useful for the Queen’s service.
Tammus indeed proved to be a valuable asset with eyes and ears in the community and borderlands, able to strike up friendships all due to his cherub-like face and penchant for outlandish tales that could enchant anyone with ears. He found secrets and gossip in the unlikeliest of places that was useful to the Queen and her royal guard.
Yet there are times where the faun’s flightiness has tested the Queen's patience.
Which is why Mr. Tammus is currently on his knees and bowing, snowmelt slipping from his hair onto the floor.
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those photos from the table read were serious TO ME
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Wip! My brain is 1000% occupied by Billie Lurk rn but I have "responsibilities"
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The Fallout show is pretty fun so far. I still have 3 episodes to go. Everytime Lucy said "Okey dokey", this was all I could picture.
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dishonored watercolor fun+practice pages!
not really cool and impressive things, but it was really such a pleasure, cause, honestly, im obsessed with that game so much, although I don't draw it often
on the second sketchbook spread there are things dedicaded to my old forgotten overseer oc Erkul, sad that I didn't managed to finish this pics, but at least mask looks good ahah
[pages from spring 2023]
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guess who's in their Dishonored Hyper fixation again-
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Finally get to post the art I did for @10yearsofdishonoredzine !!
Leftover sales are still going on through the end of the month!
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oughhhh corb..... jess of mine....
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today i bring you shitty memes, tomorrow who knows
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“I should not be left to my own devices.” Can I please have Edgin/Xenk if you're writing for them now? So excited if you are!
can't believe i get to WRITE THIS.
wrench and burn
edgin/xenk, post-torture, injury, hurt/comfort
Ed was broken out of his pain-filled doze by the squeak of a hinge.
It was too early, he reasoned, for another round. He hadn’t yet recovered from the last, and the smugglers had been regular as clockwork thus far, giving him just enough time to bear the pain before returning. Not that he was desperate to work to a schedule, but any comfort (heh) he could take in the situation was preferred. It took more effort than he wanted to admit to open his eyes, and even more to acclimatize to the darkness.
A shape coalesced in the darkness and approached slowly, the familiar clank of metal on metal, and the sturdy, even footsteps.
“Edgin.” The word was heavy, and Ed lifted cracked lips in an approximation of a smirk to cover the rush of relief he felt at the familiar voice.
“I’ve had worse,” Ed managed to grit out, eyes tracking the dark smudge as it approached. “I should not,” he started, sucked in a gasp, and managed, “be left to my own devices.”
Xenk should not look as good as he did when the little light in the room finally illuminated his form, eyes dragging over Edgin’s body, his face, the metal spikes currently pinning him to the cell walls.
“It looks worse than it is.” A lie, especially given the time it took to get the words out.
“Ed,” Xenk said again, somehow sounding worse than the last time. His hands lifted slowly, hovering awkwardly next to the metal spearing Ed’s right shoulder. They were shaking. Huh. Ed would say something but his mouth wouldn’t work. “I will have to remove them.”
That didn’t sound great. “Or you could leave them in.”
Xenk at least sounded apologetic when he said, “I regret that I cannot.”
“Kira,” Ed ground out, trying to focus on anything but the pain that was about to consume him. “She’s safe.”
“I would not have left if I doubted that.” Xenk touched Ed’s shoulder; it was the softest grip he’d had since falling into the hands of the smugglers, and Ed almost leaned into it. “One moment.”
Xenk moved away, Ed swallowing down the urge to beg him to stay. He was a grown-ass man who had been in worse situations. Granted, he couldn’t think of any right then, but he couldn’t think much at all what with the pain thundering through his had. There was the shift of one of the crates, a sound that seemed too loud in the cell. They’d left them there, just in Ed’s eyeline, so that he could see but not rest. Bastards.
Thankfully, Xenk lifted the crate in favour of making more noise, and left it close to Ed’s feet.
“I apologise,” Xenk said.
Ed opened his mouth to ask what for when Xenk lifted his legs, nudging the box at the same time. Pain exploded through Ed’s shoulders and he whimpers, feeling the nausea roll over him. The sound that came out of is throat, and he wanted to move away, anywhere that wasn’t pain, when he registered the voice curling against his ear.
“—breathe, Ed, I have you. Please breathe.”
“Don’t,” Ed grunted, eyes clenched shut against the urge to throw up, “do that again.”
Xenk said nothing, fingers resting on Edgin’s hip, the other stroking his cheek. He was standing awkwardly to Ed’s left, unable to be where he wanted, where Ed wanted him to be.
“Xenk,” Ed slurred. “Please.”
“I heard your song,” Xenk said, and it took Ed a moment to follow his train of thought.
“My song?” Ed frowned, struggling to comprehend what a song had to do with anything happening to him. “I have a lot. You’re usually more specific.”
“Mmm,” Xenk was still stroking Ed’s cheek which was nice, and Ed really wanted to close his eyes and give in the urge to relax. Even on his box, he couldn’t, because the spears were still in his shoulders. “I believe it is about a sanctimonious prick?”
The laugh caused pain to ricochet through Ed. “I think I know the one. I didn’t mean—”
His words cut off as the spear jerked out of his left shoulder and Ed bit down on Xenk’s clothed arm that was unceremoniously shoved into his mouth. The scream was swallowed as Ed gave into the pain.
“—one more, Ed, I will be done soon, this I promise. Just one—”
Ed couldn’t focus, couldn’t think beyond the mind-numbing pain as the other spear was torn from wall and shoulder and he collapsed forward, struggling to breathe. His fingers were sluggish and slow as he tried to grip at Xenk’s arms, shoulders, anything.
“I have you,” Xenk said, over and over. “Breathe for me, darling, slowly, that’s it.”
Darling. The word ricocheted around Ed’s head as he fought against the nausea and lost; he threw up over Xenk’s shoulder, sobbing as his body threatened to cave in on itself. Xenk’s hand was in his hair, stroking down the back of his neck, and Ed trembled against him. He felt wrung out, pathetic, and said as much.
Xenk grunted something under his breath and then pulled back, fingers against Ed’s chin. “I will not hear another word.”
Ed stared at him, realising that he must look a mess, through torture and sickness and time. He ducked his gaze, or tried to, but Xenk did not allow him. A thumb stroked over his jaw, his cheek, beneath his eye. Ed hadn’t felt so treasured, so loved, since Zia. He choked on his words, leaning into the touch, allowing himself the comfort, even if just for the moment.
“Ed,” Xenk said quietly, and warmth spread through Ed’s left shoulder, then his right. It wasn’t enough to soothe days of hanging from a wall, or whatever else the smugglers had done to him. It took the edge off the pain. “We must leave. Holga and Simon wait outside, Doric within these walls to cause a disturbance should we need it.”
“Alright,” Ed said slowly. He took a moment to brace himself, and then made to stand. He immediately collapsed forward, Xenk’s hands tightening against his neck and hip. “Give me a moment.”
“I fear we do not have a moment,” Xenk whispered, lips close to Ed’s ear. Ed shivered, would have otherwise made a comment when Xenk gently swept him into his arms, but he couldn’t form the words. It was embarrassing nonetheless, and he made a token grunt that Xenk promptly ignored.
Ed stared up at him, the curve of his jaw, the softness in his expression when he looked at Ed. Oh. Oh. “Xenk.”
“Rest,” Xenk said, voice low. “I swear that I will get you safely out of here.”
Ed wanted to make a comment, quip something about damsels in distress. He kept staring as Xenk looked back; the pain in his shoulders still throbbed, days of inconsistent and terrible food and water, and endless pain had stolen everything but the gratitude. “Thank you, Xenk.”
Xenk’s smile was strained but no less brilliant. “For you, I fear this is little I would not do.”
“Likewise,” Ed said, and found that he meant it.
Xenk shifted Ed further against him, crossing the room to the open cell door. “Rest,” he said again. “I will see you free.”
Black spots had begun creeping into his vision, so Ed gave up fighting it, knowing with a bone-deep certainty that Xenk would do as he said. “Okay.”
As he allowed unconsciousness to claim him, Ed felt the brush of a kiss against his forehead and knew that yeah, he was definitely safe with Xenk.
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